Forever and Always. [Legolas x Reader]

The maiden of Edoras.

We walk through the woods, Gandalf leading the way.

"One stage of the journey is over, another begins. The war comes to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed." Gandalf says.

We get out of the forest and Gandalf whistles piercingly. Soon an answering neigh is heard and a white horse appears from the plain, answering the call.

Legolas looks in awe, "that is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell."

"Shadowfax. Lord of all horses and he has been my friend through many dangers."

We mount the horses and ride off.

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We approach Edoras, a great kingdom, built on a hill.

"Edoras and the golden hall of Meduseld, king of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown and Saruman's hold over king Théoden is very strong." Gandalf says.

"Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here."

Aragorn and Gimli look at me as if they were blaming me.

I throw my hands up. "I would neverrrrr."

Gandalf puts his grey cloak back on covering his new identity.

We inter the village. There were a bunch of sad looking people, the looked liked the were mad at us for something.

"You'll find more cheer in a graveyard."

Guards walk out the entrance as we approach it, Gandalf greets them happily.

"I cannot allow you before Théoden-king so armed, Gandalf Greyhame...by order of- Grima wormtounge" a guard informs us.

Gandalf nods telling us to leave our weapons. We do so, except I secretly put one of my daggers in my boot, just in case.

The guard gestures to Gandalf "your staff."

"Oh. No, you wouldn't part an old man from his- walking stick."

The guard nods and follows us into the hall. Gandalf winks at Aragorn causing me to smirk.

A ugly greasy looking man- I'm guessing grima. whispers in the kings ear.

"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf- stormcrow?" The king asks in a raspy voice.

"A just question my liege" Grima says.

I already hate him.

He walks towards us and raises his voice "Late is the hour which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest."

"Silence! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!" Gandalf spits.

Gandalf reveals his staff from his cloak.

"Your staff..." he yells impatiently at the guards "I told you to take the wizard's staff!"

The guards come from the sidelines. Gimli, Aragorn, Legolas and I take them on without difficulty.

Grima hurries off to the side and Gandalf approaches the king.

"Théoden, son of Thengel. Too long have you sat in the shadows."

"Hearken to me! I will release you from the spell."

Théoden laughs, "you have no powers here. Haha! Ah!!"

"I shall draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound."

A young blonde girl rushes in and tries to go to Théoden, but his held back by Aragorn. Another girl rushes in after her about the same age as the other.

"Wait." Aragorn tells the two girls.

Saruman's voice comes from Théoden, "if I go, Théoden dies."

"You did not kill me, you will not kill him."

"Rohan is mine!"

"Be gone!"

Théoden lunges forward at Gandalf, Gandalf points his staff at him, pushing him back in his seat.

Théoden folds forward on his seat as if he is about to collapse, the blonde girl rushes to him.

A voice was heard from a little ways over. "Hey!"

I turn around to see Grima grabbing the other girl and digging his nails into his skin.

I grab the dagger from my boot "here!" I shout to the girl.

She looks at me, I throw the dagger to her. She catches it, kicks Grima in the shin causing him to wince and loosen his grip. She pins Grima to the ground and points the dagger at his throat.

Just as she was about to kill him Legolas goes up to them,

"No! Do not kill him, that is for the king to decide."

She puts the dagger up and keeps Grima pinned.

I look back to Théoden. He changes back young and gazes at the blonde girl.

"I know your face." The king says

The girl smiles, Théoden looks at her for a moment then smiles.

"Èowyn...Èowyn."

Èowyn smiles and puts her hand to the kings face with tears of joy in her eyes.

Gandalf steps forward, and they look up at him.

"Gandalf?"

"Breathe free air again my friend."

"Dark my dreams have been of late" Théoden says.

"Your fingers would remember their strength better...if they grasped your sword." Gandalf says.

The guard hands the sword to him. Théoden draws it out, then his gaze turns upon Grima. The girl stands up.

The guards throw Grima out of the hall and down the stairs.

"I have only ever served you my lord."

"Your witchcraft would've had me crawling on all fours like a beast!" Théoden spits.

"Send me not from your side!"

Théoden raises his sword to kill Grima.

No my lord! Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account." Aragorn interrupts.

"Get out of my way!" Grima runs away.

"Hail, Théoden, king!" Aragorn announces

"Where is Théodred? Where is my son?" The king asks.

That's all for this chapter Mellons! See you next time! ❤️🙌