What The Actual? (LotR x Reader)

Your King Commands It

You awoke with a pain in your eyes and a stuffed nose and groaned, squinting as the men began to pack their things, ready to meet the lady at the docks. You rubbed your head, sitting up as you looked to the still sleeping Hobbits and snoring Dwarf. "What time is it?"

"Time to go." Aragorn said, slinging his pack over his shoulder. Legolas offered you a hand from the ground, and you took it without second thought, pulled to your feet as you looked around the peaceful place once more. Lothlorien was comforting and eerie all at once, and you desired to leave and to stay simultaneously. You sighed, yawning.

"Wake them up," Aragorn ordered gently, carefully shaking Frodo's shoulder. He seemed to have a special place in his heart for him, the two fond of their brooding silences and what not, and he softly waked him, Boromir squatting and doing the same to the other three. Pippin however, groaned, rolling over. "It's too early."

"The lady calls us to the docks," Boromir said, and Merry only swatted at him, eyes closed.

"She has not called me." You snorted a bit as his eyes suddenly snapped open, him must having heard the woman speak to him, and you turned to Gimli. "So,"

"What?"

You smirked. "You sure did your fair share of starin' at Galadriel, she's married you know, we don't approve home wreckers." Legolas smirked as Gimli blubbered, face reddening as he shoved passed you both, sending you a rude gesture of his hand. "I don't know what yer talkin' about, you're one to talk," You cocked a brow in amusement, snorting.

"Oh, and what is that 'pose to mean?"

"You always makin' goo goo eyes at the prince." It was your time to blubbed, pffting loudly as Legolas turned to you in amused question, folding his arms. You gave him a look.

"Those are eyes of hatred, pure passionate hatred." You wrinkled your nose. No no, you didn't go for Elves, much too snobby and immortal. You went off, grabbing your things.

"The day I like an Elf is the day I snog a Troll's ass." Gimli laughed loudly while Legolas' face dropped into an annoyed frown, and you snickered, patting his shoulder as you went to move by Boromir. "Not in a million years pixie stick."

Aragorn stood beside the Elf as the Hobbits finally pushed themselves up, cranky and tired, and put his arm around his shoulder, watching you and Gimli talk about how Lothlorien smelled like candy-ass-ness.

"I'm telling you Gimli, if snobby and bitch ass was a candle, it would smell just like this place."

"You do not seem nearly as annoyed with her," He stated, looking at him from the side. Legolas huffed a bit through his nose, looking as you laughed.

"She is...not insufferable. We are not on such terrible terms anymore, that is good for our quest."

"You are good with words." Legolas shot his friend a look as the Ranger twitched a smirk, walking to lead the Fellowship.

"This is the part where we get presents right?"

Aragorn sighed.

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You stood clad in the clean robes of the Elves with a leaf brooch pinned to your collar, standing by the rushing water on the docks, watching boredly as Galadriel began to give her gifts one by one, highly impatient.

"My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin." Legolas looked at it in wonder, the perfectly carved weapon light as a feather and strong as a full grown oak. He took it with a gracious nod, a small smile on his lips. You reached over, running your fingers over the smooth wood surface.