Legolas Oneshots and imagines

Would You Care?

A/N - I just got back from an event where my friends basically just ignored me the whole night, and really needed some Legolas fluff of a very specific type. Since I obviously couldn't find this extremely specific one shot, I decided to write it myself.

- also, I realize this may be hard to believe at the moment, I mean, I barely believe it, but things will get better. David went through some tough times as well, and he wrote, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me." And that is the greatest comfort I can give you. I highly recommend reading all of Psalm 23 if you're going through a hard time. It will give a lot more comfort than I can.

⚠️Trigger warnings! Suicidal thoughts and cutting!

It was the Feast of Starlight, one of the happiest times of the year, and you were on the verge of tears. Your supposed best friends were in an animated conversation, and you were on the sidelines. Not once did any of them even glance at you.

Well, maybe you just need to draw more attention to yourself, maybe you left yourself out, you thought. So, you decided to pitch in the next time there was a lull in the conversation.

"I mean, if we're going to..."

"Oh my gosh! You'll never guess what happened this morning!" One of you friends proclaimed. "I was just walking down the hall..."

Would they even notice if I disappeared? You wondered.

But what really drove the knife in was when the new girl showed up. None of you had even seen her before, yet she suddenly fit into the group better than you ever seemingly had.

You listened to them laughing, and realized, they were laughing over a trait you had. A strange habit where you carried a knife with you everywhere you went. You even had one in your boot now, but so did the new girl, so now the spotlight was on her.

You left the room, tears brimming in your eyes. No one called out to you. No one cared.

As soon as you were out of earshot from the festivities, you slumped against the wall, the tears flowing freely now. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and it wasn't like you were new to the friend group or anything. No, you had been there from the beginning. You had started that group, you and two others. And yet, you were the outcast.

As you sat there, tears flowing down your cheeks, you came to a realization. You couldn't go on like this. You just couldn't. You pulled the knife out of your boot. Wouldn't it be nice just to end it all?

You stood up, numbly, and walked to a nearby window, opening it, and looking down several stories. A fall from this height would surely kill you. And no one would care.

No. Not on the feast of Starlight. No need to ruin the feast for countless innocent elves.

You stepped back from the window. It hurt so badly, though. It felt as if a hundred knives had been driven into your back. It felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest, leaving nothing but a hollow numbness.

How could it hurt so badly, and yet, at the same time, feel so numb?

With trembling fingers, you raised the knife to your arm, and drew a thin line of blood. You dropped the knife, and collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

No one came to find you, no one cared that you were in pain.

No one would come to comfort you.

But, to your surprise, you were wrong on that last one. A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, and you started.

"My lady," Legolas said. "Are you alright?"

Now, you and the prince weren't best friends, but you were close.

You sniffled, and wiped your eyes, embarrassed. "I'm fine, my lord, nothing you need to worry about."

"You're clearly not ok," he said glancing at the open window, then down at the cut on your arm. It was still bleeding. "Come, let's get you to your chambers."

"No," you protested, "They'll ask questions then, and then they'll feel guilty, and I don't want them to be nice to me just because they feel guilty."

Legolas hesitated, clearly not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't very well take you to the healers, because that would cause even more of a stir. Finally, he sighed, "Fine, you can come to my chambers for the night."

You were too exhausted to argue, though you would have otherwise.

Legolas laid you on his bed, before turning to grab healing supplies. You just lay there, unmoving, the numbness taking over the pain for a moment. Legolas turned back to you and started cleaning your arm. "What happened?"

You shook your head. "I don't want to bother you, your majesty."

"I'm asking you to bother me. Now, tell me, what happened?"

Finally, the whole story came out. By the end, you were sobbing again. Why did you have to cry so much today?

But Legolas wasn't fazed by this. He just wrapped you in a much needed hug. You clung to him, not wanting to let go. At this point, you didn't care that he wasn't your best friend. He was the first person to have shown that he truly cared in months.

Legolas eventually lay down, with you on top off him.

As you were drifting off to sleep, your last thought was, maybe the world would be changed if I left it. Maybe someone really does care.