Legolas Oneshots and imagines

Imagine Legolas Saving you from Orcs

Warnings! Brief torture, mentions of blood

Oh, this was great. Absolutely amazing. Truly wonderful. I mean, who didn't love being captured by emotionless monsters who thrived on pain and were prone to cannibalism? 

How had this even happened? You were just taking a walk in the forest, not even that far from the palace. You should have been completely fine. And yet, here you were, in chains, with a black eye and a bleeding lip. And you had a feeling those would soon be the least of your worries.

It wasn't like anyone was coming to save you, either. You were just a servant. You had accepted the fact that you would die either today or tomorrow. 

You watched as the orcs moved around the campfire, with the strange feeling that you were supper.

You know, you thought as two orcs dragged you to the campfire, Sometimes I really hate it when I'm right. You resisted, planting your feet against the ground, but it did no good.

One of the orcs drew a knife and held it to your throat. You squirmed, but were unable to escape. You thought you saw movement in the trees, but figured it must just be a squirrel.

"Aww, come one, boss," The orc holding the knife to your throat said. "Do we have kill her now? We haven't had any fun for a while yet; I want to hear her scream before we eat her."

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed thickly. 

A cruel chuckle came from the leader, and you shivered.  "Aye, what'd you say, boys?" He yelled. "You think she'll give good sport?"

A shout came from the other orcs, and the one holding you raised his knife to your cheek, and slowly drew it from the corner of your eye down to your chin. He then lowered the knife and made a cut across your collarbone.

It hurt. You had to bite your lip to hold in a scream, but you would not give them that pleasure. Unsatisfied, the orc threw you to the ground. You landed on your injured side, and despite yourself, a whimper escaped you.

The orcs roared at the sound, and you curled up into a ball, trying to shield yourself from whatever harm you could. Your tormentor stepped forward, raising a foot, probably intending to step on your leg and break it, but an arrow flew through the air and landed in the orcs neck. He fell back, dead.

You gasped softly at the turn of events. That was an elven arrow. It... almost looked like... the prince's arrow?

Ok, you were definitely seeing things.

"No one touches her." But, that was his voice. "And those that did, to see the light of day would be a blessing to them."

You looked up, and there he was. Standing in all his Elven glory, with a horde of soldiers behind him.

"Kill. Them. All." Legolas commanded, and the Elven soldiers rushed forward, bows pulled back, and swords drawn.

You struggled to sit up, but with your hands chained behind your back, and one shoulder throbbing with pain, it was easier said than done. But you had to get out of the chaos of a battlefield. If you didn't, a stray arrow or sword swing would be all it took to kill you.

A tall figure jumped in front of you, shooting arrows at any approaching orc, working with deadly efficiency. 

Legolas.

Now you had had a crush on the prince for a while. I mean, who didn't? But you had the unique opportunity to actually get to know him, being one of his maidservants. You didn't think he really thought about your existence much, though.