The Hobbit & LoTR Imagines

The Fellowship - Legolas

Her lips held a soft smile as she spoke, and I knew—without having to pay attention—Arwen was gushing over Aragorn. I turned my eyes from her gentle visage in the mirror back to my hands, which were working to intricately plait strands of my rebellious hair.

"—and he looked at me so intensely, and I could practically feel the love in his heart for me. He is so tender and compassionate. I will be glad to finally marry him."

I sighed softly, glancing over my shoulder to offer the elleth a small smile.

"And I will be glad of it as well. We will no longer be friends, we will be sisters," I replied, causing Arwen to smile dreamily in return. I laughed softly at her lovelorn expression.

She turned her eyes to me quickly, mischief shimmering in her irises.

"And what of you and Legolas? Do you not wish to marry him?" I sighed, flashing her a look, to which the elleth winked.

She knew I was not one to talk about my love life—especially since hers involved my brother—but Arwen had an uncanny ability to retrieve such information from me.

"Of course I do, but you know my brother, and you know Legolas...they are always on the move. I never know what they get into."

Arwen nodded once. She knew exactly how I felt. Aragorn and Legolas were always gone. The only indication of their good health would often be a hastily written letter vaguely describing their travels, which ended with a promise of return. I knew Aragorn and Legolas could handle themselves, as they were quite capable, but still I worried. Arwen felt the same.

A knock sounded on the chamber door, alerting Arwen and I to a new presence.

"Lady Arwen, your father requests your presence. It is a matter of urgency."

We turned to one another, a questioning look on both our faces.

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Two of the four hobbits had gathered by my feet whilst I sat in the garden. They were worried for their little friend, Frodo, and had taken to following me around.

Upon my first meeting with the hobbits, it was clear they were fascinated with me and with all the elves in Rivendell. From their mouths came a stream of curious questions, questions which I answered as best as I could. From then, they stuck by my side, following me around Rivendell as they awaited news of their friend's good health.

They were quite amusing and mischievous little creatures, so it was quite easy to be entertained by them...especially since my mind returned to dreary thoughts of Legolas; I often feared he would never return to me. I feared he would get into a predicament and find himself unable to get out of it.

I knew I should not have doubted his ability to defend himself, especially with my brother travelling alongside him, but still I worried tremendously.

"Oi! Who's that handsome fella? He's coming right to us!" the hobbit I now knew as Pippin exclaimed.

"He's got pointy ears!" Merry added.

The two hobbits grew excited, chatting amongst themselves enthusiastically as they made speculations on the identity of this handsome stranger.