You strolled through the woods of Lothlórien, the golden leaves glowing in the afternoon sunlight. It was peaceful here, just the way you liked it. As the granddaughter of Lady Galadriel, you had grown up in this magical place, surrounded by beauty. But today was different—today, you had visitors coming from Mirkwood.
Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood (a.k.a. your grandma's royal buddy), was visiting with his son, Legolas. You had heard so much about him—how he was brave and skilled with a bow. But what if you embarrassed yourself? What if you tripped over a tree root or said something totally awkward? You pushed those thoughts away and took a deep breath.
When they finally arrived, you felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Thranduil was tall and regal, but it was Legolas who caught your eye. He was handsome, with long blonde hair that shimmered in the light. His blue eyes seemed to spark with curiosity as he looked at you.
“Welcome to Lothlórien,” you said, trying to sound confident. You bowed your head slightly, hoping you didn’t look too nervous.
“Thank you, Lady (Y/N),” Legolas replied, his smile warm and genuine. “It’s an honor to be here.”
For a moment, it felt like time stood still. You could almost hear your heart racing. Was there a spark between you? You quickly shook off the thought, trying to focus on the day ahead.
You spent the afternoon showing Legolas around. You pointed out the best spots to see the golden leaves and the most beautiful flowers. You found yourself getting lost in your own thoughts as you watched Legolas. The way his hair softly fell over his shoulders....
At one point, you brought him to your favorite tree—a massive oak that seemed to touch the sky. “This tree is one of the oldest in the forest,” you said, leaning against its trunk. “It’s seen so much history.”
Legolas looked up at the tree in awe. “It’s incredible. I can see why you love it here.”
You smiled, feeling proud. “I come here to think. It’s peaceful and always helps me clear my mind.”
He turned to you, his blue eyes searching yours. “You must feel lucky to grow up in a place like this. Mirkwood can be… challenging at times.”
You nodded, sensing the seriousness in his voice. “Every place has its challenges. But here, the light always shines through.”
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over everything, you found a quiet spot by a babbling brook. You both sat on the grass, enjoying the calming sounds of the water.
“I’ve heard you’re an incredible archer,” you said, trying to steer the conversation toward something lighter. “Do you ever miss?”
Legolas chuckled softly. “I have missed my share of shots. It can be pretty embarrassing.”
You raised an eyebrow, teasing him. “I find that hard to believe. But if you ever want to practice, I’d love to join you. I might surprise you!”
He grinned, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. “I’d like that. Maybe you can teach me how Lothlórien elves shoot.”
Just then, you heard Thranduil calling for Legolas in the distance. “Legolas! We need to discuss important matters.”
You felt a little pang of disappointment. “It sounds like you have to go.”
Legolas nodded, his expression slightly regretful. “Duty calls. But I hope we can meet again, (Y/N).”
“Definitely,” you replied, trying to sound casual. “I’d like that a lot.”
As Legolas walked away with his father, you watched them go, feeling a little excited. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something special, something that would draw you both together again. Maybe you’d get to know him better—and maybe he felt that same spark, too.
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Lotr oneshots
Fanfiction-REQUESTS ARE OPEN- This is a lotr oneshot book. I will write oneshots with: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some other charackters, also from the Hobbit.
