What The Actual? (LotR x Reader)

The Only Elf Who Doesn't Suck

The walk was silent. But not the comforting, peaceful silence. It was the awkward I-won't-talk-because-I'm-too-scared-to silence. It took a day and a half to reach Lothlorien, and you walked all night without stopping. The Hobbits stumbled and yawned, the men were weary and exhausted, and Gimli--poor Gimli, he suffered the most. He was lead into a grave of countless others, only to witness another die. You stayed near to him, soundlessly seeking to comfort him while his presence returned to favour. And you walked. You didn't even think about the beginning of the journey when you were sure you would be sent home by Galadriel upon arrival. It was perhaps Gandalf's way of getting you to go in the first place with hope you would make the choice to stay around once you reached the white woods.

Perhaps you should stay in Lórien until the war was over, at least. Who knows what you could affect later on. You stared at the ground, the only direction you had being the back of Aragorn's boots before you and his steps in the dark, for no one could risk a fire. Your legs ached more than ever, and your chest burned, but you said nothing, same as the others.

It took hours into the next day to reach Lothlorien, but when you did, it was a bittersweet, beautiful sight to behold, an eerie beauty. As you looked about at the woods in slight wonder Gimli spoke, determined to not fear the 'witch' as he remained guarded, ushering Frodo under his arm as he stood alert.

"Stay close young Hobbits...they say there's a great sorceress that lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... " You obviously knew whom he spoke of, but still stepped more towards Legolas. Because even though you knew it was Galadriel, well, she was scary.
Legolas casted a look at you in question, but you didn't speak, so he remained at your side. One by one she invaded the minds of the Fellowship, all those looking up and around in either fear or knowing, and you shrank up. You didn't want that thot in your head. It was an invasion of privacy. That was trespassing. You even tried to picture a sign so she would know.

"You are not of this world," She began telepathically. You covered your head bd ears as if that would help, looking around as if she was hiding behind a tree.

Oh no--Don't think of Gandalf naked don't think of Gandalf naked don't--

You make a noise of disgust as the image rose to mind--wrinkled withered flesh and all. Legolas glanced at you and furrowed a brow, and you frowned and elbowed him. Nosey git.

He nudged you back in aggravation, and soon enough you were having a full-on push war as he tried to act like he wasn't being childish.

"Ow!"

"Stop this--" He tried to stand straight and ignore you but you just nudged him again, scoffing.

"You're in with the witch lady and told her to get into my head--"

"I did not such thing--"

"Did too--"

"Stop bickerin' like a wedded coupled and keep yer voice down!" Gimli whisper shouted, and you and Legolas sent him the same look of disgust, you pointing. As if you would ever stoop to such low standards. You rather go be with that Balrog. He looked like he knew how to have a good time--you bet he could cook.

"Legolas? I rather marry a cave troll,"

"If one would even have you." You scowled at him, not knowing what to say. He noticed you had no retort, and you grumbled, falling behind the group while his lips twitched in victory. As the Fellowship began to venture deeper into the forest, the voice of the lady of light in their minds, they grew unaware of you walking astray, hearing the sound of music that pulled you in closer. It was strange, as if you were being called by it.