Forever and Always. [Legolas x Reader]

A diversion

"See, Aurë?  Everything will be alright."

I turn around with a sigh. "Okay, maybe you're right."

Legolas kisses me.

He pulls away mid kiss. "We do not have time for this, we must leave."

I'm gonna strangle this freaking boy.

"Did you really just do that?"

Legolas smirks.

"Fine. I can play that game much better than you can."

I'm getting him back for this.

We walk down to where the ships are passing.

"You may go no further. You will not enter Gondor." Aragorn orders the men.

The men laugh at him.

"Who are you to deny us passage?" The captain asks.

"Legolas, fire a warning shot past the bosuns ear."

Legolas draws his bow back.

"Mind your aim." Gimli hits Legolas's bow as he fires, causing Legolas to shoot the man next to the captain.

Gimli covers his mouth as Legolas looks at him, clearly irritated.

I smack the back of Gimli's head hard enough he could feel it.

"Idiot." I mumble under my breath.

"That's it. Right. We warned you. Prepared to be boarded." Gimli says.

"Boarded? By you and whose army?"

"This army." Aragorn replies.

The ghost king appears along with the rest of the ghosts. They run through us and towards the ships. The ghosts board the ships killing everyone on them.

We board the ship and ride into Gondor.

~arriving at war~

We had made plans again to see who could kill more orcs.

We hop of the ships. This will be fun.

"There is enough for the three of us. May the best dwarf win."

"How about, may the best Elf win?" I smirk.

"You don't stand a chance, lassie."

"We'll see about that."

I draw my bow and we run into battle.

I look over and see the witch-king taunting someone.

Merry comes up behind the witch-king and slices the back of his leg causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

The person takes off their helmet. It's Èowyn.

"I am no man!" With a loud cry she stabs the witch-king in the face.

"Nice one!" I shout to her before she falls down in agony.

Oops. Not a good time.

I run to her while shooting orcs, keeping count.

A really ugly looking orc gets up and comes her way.

Èowyn looks around and sees me running towards her. "Y/n!" She says frightened.

I shoot the orc in between the eyes. He falls over dead.

Nice, that makes 32.

I crouch down next to Èowyn.