Guilty in love (Legolas x reader)

Chapter 10

Ever since Aragorn had brought Legolas to y/n's side, he had refused to let her out of his sight again. His eyes remained fixated on the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a constant reminder that she was alive, that she would be okay.

The fellowship had began to camp down again around him, the adrenaline that had spurred everyone on had worn off,  leaving everyone truly exhausted. 

He had been approached by most of his friends, they all expressed their concern for him, telling him he should sleep, that he needed to recover. He had been confused at first, then an anger had washed over him. How dare they be concerned about him, it wasn't right, it wasn't fair. Despite what Aragorn had told him, he still felt as though he was to blame for the incident. 

In the quiet solitude of his thoughts, a heavy burden settled upon Legolas' shoulders as he grappled with the weight of guilt. The realization that the woman he had known since childhood, the he had loved with every breath had been wounded, and that he caused her pain, cast a somber shadow over his conscience.

His brow furrowed with remorse, and the lines on his face deepened as he replayed the moments that led to her hurt. The flicker of regret in his eyes betraying his sadness, a reflection of the profound guilt that now consumed him. Each echoing footstep from the fellowship around him seemed to resonate with the echo of his own misgivings.

The air around him hung heavy with the unspoken weight of culpability. His heart carried the burden of remorse for causing distress to the one he held dearest to him in all of Middle Earth. The very thought that his actions, whether intended or not, had inflicted pain upon her, tugged at the strings of his own vulnerability.

In the quiet moments of introspection, he grappled with the desire to make amends, to somehow mend the wounds he had inflicted both mentally and physically on her.

His shoulders slumped with the weight of his culpability. The ache in his chest mirrored the ache in his heart, how could he ever make this up to her, how could she ever forgive him for what he had said to her.

His thought grew ever more clouded, and in turn his vision more blurry as he began to slowly drift to sleep, lulled by the ever-stronger beating of y/n's heart.

"I love you." He gently whispers to her ear as he slipped into sleeps cold embrace. He whispered it as a promise to both himself and to y/n. A promise that he would stand by her side no matter what, with or without her permission he would before himself to her is she so pleased, a promise that he would never stop fighting for her, never again.

It is said an elf only loves once in their lives, and for better or worse, Legolas had been thrown head-first into a love so pure, not even the creators could pull him from her.

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A gentle breeze, born from unseen fissures, stirred the air, carrying with it the whispers of eons past. These whispers told stories of treasure lost an age ago and of brave warriors long forgotten from the history books, their pages turned to dust and swept away on the breeze, carried by the winds and gently murmured into the ears of those quiet enough to listen.

They told a sleeping y/n of lost princes in castles long abandoned, and of magic that lived among the trees. She chased after them as they grew quieter, through forests and over dales. 

Y/n halted when she heard a much louder voice, hauntingly familiar, coming from just behind her.

Startled, she turned, more curious than scared of where or who it came from. 

A lady dressed all in silver stood before her, long, silvery locks caressing her back. She'd seen this woman before, she was sure of it. 

"Y/n, my child, I've been meaning to speak with you for quite some time."