Star-Crossed Bond ( Legolas X Reader )

V. (Novellus)

Y/N looked around in awe. She found herself surrounded by a breathtakingly beautiful flower field, the vast expanse of colorful blooms stretching out before her. The vibrant colors and sweet scents of the surrounding blossoms filled her senses. The gentle breeze rustled the petals, creating a sight that looked straight out of a painting.

As Y/N stood there surrounded by the natural beauty of Middle Earth, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. The land itself seemed to recognize and accept her, like a long-lost puzzle piece falling into place. The flowers around her seemed to bloom a bit brighter, the leaves on the trees shivered and whispered as the wind passed, and the very air itself hummed with an underlying energy that pulsed through Y/N's being. She smiled inhaling the air of Middle Earth, Y/N wandered through the flower-filled field, her eyes darting back and forth, taking in every detail of her beautiful surroundings. With no specific destination in mind, she walked aimlessly, letting the gentle breeze and the sound of the swaying flowers guide her path.

Days had passed since she first stepped into Middle Earth, and Y/N had been walking almost non-stop, taking in the sights and sounds of the new world around her. But just as her legs were starting to get tired, she spotted a small town in the distance. The town was nestled in a valley, surrounded by lush fields and forests. The buildings were rustic and well-kept, the cobblestone streets were clean, and the people went about their business with a cheerful bustle. The scent of freshly baked goods drifted through the air.

As she enters the town, the townsfolk eye her curiously, some whispering to their friends and pointing at Y/N, recognizing you as someone unfamiliar with these parts. She spotted a tavern and walked inside.

As she steps into the tavern, a hush falls over the room. All gazes are on her, the newcomer. The patrons, a mix of burly men and local townsfolk, turn away from their conversations to catch a glimpse of her. A bearded barkeep, wiping a tankard with a rough cloth, stares at Y/N, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He leans against the counter, awaiting her approach. "hello" she greeted.

"Well, well, well..." the barkeep begins, his voice gruff yet friendly. "Ain't seen the likes of you around here before." He sets down the tankard and leans forward, his eyes studying you intently. "Might I ask where you're from, miss?",  "I've traveled from a very far place," she responded, a note of adventure in her voice. The barkeep looked at her with curiosity, intrigued by her words.   "I can see" The barkeep looked at her attire, she noticed this and scoffed "I looked so out of place didn't I?"

The barkeep chuckled, his eyes scanning her appearance once again. "Aye, lass, you certainly do stand out a bit," he replied, his tone lighthearted. She chuckled with him "Yeah.. do you know where can I get a more practical attire?''.  The barkeep leaned back, thinking for a moment before answering Y/N's question. "Well, if you're looking for something more practical, there's a tailor a few blocks down. She should have something that'll suit your needs, heh she's the best in this town" he paused for a second "Though, I think she was closed at this hour, but it's worth trying, if you got lost just ask people for madam guilda" 

she nodded "Thank you sir" Giving him one last smile and she out of the tavern, "I'll see you 'round lass," the barkeep said loudly, she responded with a wave of her hand.

 Y/N strolled through the town, her eyes darting everywhere as she navigated the twisting alleys and cobbled streets. The town was quaint but lively, with people of all ages going about their daily lives. Children ran wild through the streets, vendors shouted out the day's specials, and the scent of freshly baked pieces of bread filled the air. As she continued making her way through the town, Y/N became acutely aware of the curious glances and stares directed her way. The local townsfolk were clearly intrigued by her odd attire and unfamiliar face. However, she chose to ignore the stares, her mind focused on her mission to locate the tailor.

She took mental notes of the town's layout, recognizing landmarks and intersections that would help her navigate the town in the future. After what felt like an interminable amount of time of walking around, Y/N accepted that she was utterly lost. With a deep frown on her face, she approached a young lady passing by her.

"Excuse me, miss," she called politely, "do you know where I can find madam guilda?", The young lady nodded in acknowledgment and pointed behind her, gesturing toward a charming little cottage just a few steps away. "That's her place," she said, a polite smile on her face. Y/N couldn't help but shake her head in amusement, silently wondering how she had missed it before. "Thank you," she replied to the young lady, her gratitude sincere.

She then turned her attention to the cottage that was now in front of her, she knocked twice but the knock on the door was met with a harsh voice from inside the cottage. "I told you people I am closed!!! Now go away before I..." As the door swung open, the irritated tailor stopped dead in her tracks, surprise etched on her wrinkled face. Her eyes widened as she took in Y/N's unexpected attire. The anger vanished, replaced by curiosity and fascination, "mamma what do we have here?" she said under her breath, her eyes roaming over Y/N's attire. 

hallooo, god I hate how this chapter turns out.