Legolas began walking (Y/n) back to her suite, his soft footsteps nearly silent against the polished stone floors of the Elven palace. "Come to the feast tonight, as my guest?" he asked, his voice as smooth and gentle as the breeze through the trees.
It was Mereth e-nGilith—the Feast of Starlight. While it was a grand event celebrated by the Woodland Elves, it wasn't exactly her idea of a good night out.
"Oh, I don't know," (Y/n) replied, hesitating. "It has been so long since I've been to a function like this." She sighed, her eyes distant. It wasn't that her people didn't have celebrations and traditions—they did, but none of them involved extravagant dinner parties or formalities like this.
Legolas smiled softly, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. "Then perhaps tonight is the perfect night to change that."
The evening arrived quickly, the palace adorned with twinkling lights and garlands of woven silver and green. In her chambers, (Y/n) stood before a mirror, examining herself in a gown that felt as though it had been made from the stars themselves. The fabric was adorned with tiny white and red gems that shimmered like dew on a spring morning, capturing and reflecting the soft glow of the candles around her. The dress clung to her frame perfectly, elegant yet comfortable.
When Legolas came to escort her, his breath caught for a moment. "You look... radiant," he said softly, offering his arm.
She took it, feeling an unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest. "Thank you."
The grand hall where the feast was held was filled with the soft murmur of elven voices and the sweet sound of harp strings. The stars above twinkled brightly through the high windows, their light spilling into the hall like a river of silver. As they entered, heads turned, and for a moment, (Y/n) felt the weight of the eyes upon her.
But when she looked at Legolas, calm and poised as always, her unease faded. He led her to the center of the hall, where the dancing had begun. As they joined the slow, graceful movements of the other elves, she couldn't help but feel a rekindling of something long forgotten. Memories, feelings—emotions she had buried long ago—rose to the surface as they danced in perfect harmony.
Legolas's hand on her waist was gentle but firm, his touch sending a soft thrill through her. He hadn't changed, not really. He was still the same Legolas she remembered—noble, kind, and graceful. Yet, tonight there was something different in the air between them, something unspoken but undeniably present. They danced as if the rest of the world had faded, moving together like a single entity under the canopy of stars.
Still, neither spoke of it. The feelings were there, lingering between them, but they were left unaddressed, tucked away like a secret that neither was willing to voice.
After the feast ended, Legolas walked (Y/n) back to her chambers. The night had grown late, and the palace was quieter now, the soft sounds of the evening beginning to settle. They spoke little as they walked, their earlier closeness still palpable but muted by the weight of unsaid words.
When they reached her door, she turned to him, a small, tired smile on her lips. "Thank you for tonight," she said quietly. "It was... nice."
"It was my honor," he replied, his voice soft, but his eyes betrayed more than his words. There was a depth in his gaze, a tenderness that made her heart ache, though neither of them acknowledged it.
Without another word, (Y/n) entered her chambers, and Legolas followed. They shared a quiet understanding—no need for words, no need for explanations. The feelings that had surfaced would stay hidden for now. Instead, they simply rested.
They lay beside one another, the warmth of the other's presence comforting but not intrusive. It wasn't about romance or passion tonight; it was about companionship, about being with someone who understood. Slowly, they both drifted into sleep, the soft sounds of the Elven kingdom outside lulling them into peaceful slumber.
But that peace was short-lived.
In the early hours of the morning, the sharp, piercing sound of warning bells shattered the calm. (Y/n) bolted upright, her heart racing, as Legolas was already on his feet, his hand reaching instinctively for the bow at his side.
"The bells," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and dread. "What's happening?"
"I don't know," Legolas replied, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the frantic clamor outside. "But we must go. Now."
They shared one last glance before they hurried from the room, ready to face whatever awaited them.
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Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}
Fanfiction(Y/n) or The Lonely Dragon, a name that was known across Middle Earth. Feared....admired.....worshipped All she wanted was to be normal, but that wasn't the case. She was made to be a weapon of war, the spawn of Sauron himself. His plan B if the Rin...
