Wasn't an Accident

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You stared at the immaculate blonde head in front of you. The Fellowship had a tendency to walk single-file, and you had a tendency to walk in the back, while Legolas walked in the front. This left him almost constantly in your view. And you weren't complaining.

"Soo, Y/N," Gimli said. "What do you think of Legolas?"

In an instant, you knew what he was doing. Trying to confess your crush on Legolas to him. But, luckily for you, you remembered Elves had superhuman hearing.

"He's a great guy," you replied carefully.

"Really? Is that all?"

"He's a good friend," you added.

"Oh, yes, friend."

"Shut up, Gimli, before I make you."

Undaunted, Gimli continued. "What's your definition of a great guy?"

"I don't know, Legolas? Aragorn and Boromir are pretty great, too." You added the last part, not wishing to show favoritism. 

"What about me?"

"At the moment? No."

You walked forward, hoping to leave the conversation behind. Thankfully, Gimli let you. Until that night, when he suggested both you and Legolas go searching for firewood.

Your gaze shot to Gandalf, giving him the death glare, warning him not to do it. Gandalf looked directly into your eyes, and said, "that's a good idea, Gimli. Yes, Y/N, Legolas, go." He waved towards the woods.

As you walked by him, you whispered, "traitor." Gandalf managed to look surprised, flabbergasted, and offended at the same time.

And now, you were alone with your crush. Who just so happened to be the Prince of the Woodland Realm, the greatest archer in Middle Earth, and the hottest person on the planet. 

He knelt, picking up the surrounding sticks. You did the same a few feet off, carefully not looking at him, knowing you'd start staring immediately. How did he pick up sticks so gracefully? It was such a normal and commonplace task. He should not look so ethereal doing it. And yet he did.

He stood, walking a few paces ahead, his silken hair flowing behind him. You would kill for hair like that. You weren't even sure he had a hairbrush, and yet you never saw a tangle.

His shoulders were broad and well-muscled, yet at the same time, lean and strong. 

He turned to you, and you quickly averted your eyes, pretending to concentrate on your firewood.

"I believe this is enough," he said, his voice soft and melodic.

"Yeah," you agreed, standing, still very interested in the bundle in your arms.

Legolas stepped forward, peering curiously at your arms. "What's is in those sticks that you are so interested in?"

"Nothing! I just- I don't know."

"I wondered. Sticks in and of themselves are rather boring."

"I thought you were a wood-elf." 

"I am. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nevermind." You walked back to camp, dropping your load of firewood by Sam. 

"So," Gimli walked over to you. "How'd it go?"

"Like a normal firewood-gathering trip does? I don't know! Look, Gimli, I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to happen. He's way out of my league."

Gimli snorted. "Pfft. If anything, you're out of his league."

"Look, Gimli, just leave it. It's never going to happen. We're never going to happen. Ok? Just... leave it." You walked over to help Sam with the cooking, a gloomy mood settling over you. It would never happen. It could never happen. No matter how much you wanted it to. No matter how much you longed for it. For him.


You were walking again. It's not like the Fellowship did much else than walking. Legolas was in your view again, walking towards the front. Gimli walked behind you.

Legolas turned, looking directly at you, as if he had felt your eyes upon him. You started. Never before had he noticed your staring. He shot you a smile that almost made you faint as he stopped, waiting for you to catch up, then walking beside you.

"Like what you see?"

"You wish," you replied, trying to cover up your blush.

"Ah! So you were staring at me!"

"No!" You cried. Too quickly. "I wasn't."

Legolas didn't reply, but a smirk flashed across his lips. You huffed in annoyance, and continued walking in silence.

Suddenly, you were shoved from behind. Well, not exactly from behind. Gimli has tried to pass you, but had accidently run into you, sending you careening. Straight towards Legolas. 

He caught you as you fell against him, wrapping his arms around you, supporting you against his chest as he caught his balance. You gasped as you leaned against him, finding him delightfully warm. Then his arms fell away, and you found yourself missing that warmth as the cold mountain air greeted you once again.

"Sorry," You muttered, cheeks flaming.

"Oh no!" Gimli cried, but he didn't sound that upset. "Are you ok?"

"I will murder you, Gimli." You glared at the dwarf.

Legolas looked between the two of you, confused. "Y/n, are you alright? You look very red."

If anything, you got redder. "I - uh, it's, um, windburn, and, uh, sunburn. Yeah."

A grin spread over Legolas's features. "You're blushing!"

"No! I'm not! What would I be blushing about?"

"Better question," Gimli said. "What wouldn't you be blushing about?"

"Stoooop," you growled, rubbing your cheeks in an attempt to cool them.

"Don't feel too bad," Legolas joked. "It's a fairly common reaction."

Your eyes bugged. "I-I... ok."

Legolas glanced at the Dwarf, who took the hint and moved out of earshot. He then looked to you, and you were frozen by the piercing blue of his gaze. "May I assume from your reaction," he said, his voice low, "That you feel the same as I do?"

"That depends on how you feel," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. Your heart was pounding, and your stomach was doing weird flips and flops.

Legolas leaned even closer, until there was only a hairsbreadth between you. And yet, he did not make contact. He gave you a chance. A chance to pull away, if you didn't feel the same.

You didn't. You smashed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck. He responded, resting one hand on your waist, and the other on the small of your back. You felt him smile against the kiss.

"YEEESSSS!"

You broke apart, startled, and saw the entire rest of the Fellowship watching. As your cheeks flamed bright red, they started clapping and cheering.

Legolas grinned, looking at you. You looked back at him, and started giggling. You weren't sure why, you just couldn't stop. You shrieked as Legolas dipped you, giving you another, quick, kiss. The Fellowship started cheering even more as Legolas pressed multiple quick kisses against your lips.

By the end of it, you were laughing out loud. Who cared if this quest held the fate of the world? This was the best moment of your life.

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