euphoria | legolas x reader inserts

love letters (part 1)

summary: Legolas writes love letters for the reader
tw: none

Enjoy!

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It began with a knock. Quiet and determined, the soft echo alerting the ears of (Y/n). Curiosity filled within her, who is calling for her this early in the morning? Setting down her book, she rose and opened the door, but only her presence filled the air. Scanning, she felt herself step on something. A letter. (Y/n's) eyebrows furrowed as she picked up the note, giving one last glance before closing the door. She sat, opening the letter.

Beloved (Y/n),
I have noticed you always, my eyes see all of you, even when your presence does not grace my surroundings. I will kneel before you, I will give you all of me.

If only you would grant me the blessing.

I am yours.

(Y/n) stared at the letter, the penmanship delicate, the words of a poet, the thought immediately emerged, who was the mind behind this? There was no one she could imagine, no one she felt would go to such lengths.

Tucked into the letter was a pressed lilac, the soft purple hue with gentle hints of blue on the tips of the petals fell onto her lap. Lilacs, she smiled, recalling the lessons she received years ago. Lilacs symbized innocence, purity, tranquility. (Y/n) felt her cheeks flush, the edges of her lips lifting. "Who are you?" She whispered. The rising sun crept into the room, gently lathering the area in its warmth. (Y/n) prepared herself for the day, pondering on the letter.

The next morning, (Y/n), in her bed chambers, paced with curiosity, wondering if she would receive another mysterious letter at the foot of her doorstep. Yet to no avail, there was none. She dressed into fresh clothes and wandered into the halls of the palace. In a trancelike manner, she roamed to the library, in search of a new book to read, unaware of the distant presence of him, watching her with yearning, shielded by bookshelves. He knew she would arrive, predicting correctly, (Y/n) was always seen with a book held by her side, and when she was not heeding to her duties she would be found in the aisles of Mirkwoods bookshelves. She leaned against an oak pillar, easing into a book on the topic of flowers, a topic that suddenly peaked her interest. She was far too deep in the pages to notice him lingering amongst the plethora of books and shelves filled with scrolls.

His eyes peeked from a distance, watching, hypnotized by her. He tried to imagine her reaction to the first letter, did it incite wonder? Was she intrigued? Had she brushed it off? There was no way for him to know, for the only way to discover was to deliver the second letter and watch, carefully, for her reaction.

(Y/n) set the book down onto a table nearby, leaving it to sit for a moment while she found the nearest librarian to update the records of her frequently borrowed books.

He seized this opportunity with haste, swiftly placing a letter under the book. Behind a bookshelf, he watched, waiting for her return. (Y/n) appeared in his presence, holding more books and setting them down, he smiled, charmed by her love of knowledge. She picked her book up, and as he hoped, saw the letter sitting in front of her. (Y/n's) eyes widened, focusing on the folded parchment with her name written on it. Immediately setting the book down, she took the letter in her hands, examining it closely, her eyes lifting to observe her area in hopes of the writer relevealing themselves. Eagerly, she opened the letter. Freshly bloomed rose petals fell onto the table.

Beloved,
You called me, with the sharpness of the thorns claiming the surface of the stem of a rose. My love for you grows in a garden where flowers bloom for eternity, where love will never wilt away. My love for you is a rose, and you, beloved, are the sun, the seeds, the soil, the rain.

(Y/n) stroked a petal with her fingers, bringing it to her nose and inhaling it's scent as she closed her eyes.

He watched her, his heart thumping, wishing he could hear her thoughts. His eyes lingering to hers, closed with a petal before her nose, and widened slightly, taken aback as she closed and rose from the chair. She held her books, tucking the love note into the crevice of a book. (Y/n) left the library, glancing into the passing aisles in hopes of finding someone. He stood silently, then left to tend to his duties, his mind already blooming of words to spill into the next letter.

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