Star-Crossed Bond ( Legolas X Reader )

VI. ( caulis )

Madam Guilda slowly circled Y/N, her eyes scanning every detail of her attire meticulously. In her hand was a magnification glass that she used to inspect the materials of her clothes closely. "Fascinating," the elderly tailor muttered, her voice tinged with intrigue. The scrutiny of her gaze was intense, and Y/N was forced to stand there, feeling a bit like a museum exhibit. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but find the situation amusing. 

Madam Guilda clutched at a part of Y/N's outfit with great dramatic flair as if she was holding a precious relic."This! This is made out of the finest silk on land!" She exclaimed, gesturing wildly with her hand. Her voice echoed out through the shop, bouncing off the walls and filling the air with a sense of awe. She then looked up at Y/N, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I must say, young lady," she said, her voice softer now, "you have quite a unique sense of fashion."

Y/N's lips curled into a smirk as she heard the tailor's words. Without a moment's hesitation, she responded, "I'll tell you what, you can have this cloth if you give me a proper attire for my journey."

An intrigued look flickered across Madam Gunilda's face as she considered the proposal. Her keen eyes studied Y/N for a beat before she nodded slowly. "You have a deal, lass," she said, her voice steady.  

Madam Guilda extended her hand out to Y/N, ready to solidify the deal. However, before she could say anything, a sly smile crept onto Y/N's face, and she interjected, "And I want a cloak."

A wide grin spread across Madam Guilda's face as she heard the request. "Deal!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She quickly took Y/N's hand in her own, sealing the deal with a firm and enthusiastic shake. Y/N and Madam Guilda's give each other a satisfied smile.

After what felt like hours, Y/N finally emerged from the tailor's cottage with a completely new look. Gone were her grand and impractical clothes, replaced by a sturdy pair of boots, a practical hunter outfit, and a large cloak that concealed much of her form. A sense of satisfaction washed over her, and she smiled, turning back towards the door.

Madam Guilda was leaning against the doorframe, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction "Thank you again for everything," Y/N said, placing her hand over her heart to demonstrate her profound gratitude. Guilda just brushed her off with a dismissive gesture, her eyes sparkling with a hint of pride. "No need to thank me, dear. Now go! I need a private time with my new possession" and with that, the old lady slammed the door shut making Y/N chuckle.

The sky had darkened by the time Y/n made her way back to the tavern, the streets outside now filled with people. The tavern was even more lively than before, the air buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. She walked inside the bustling establishment, making her way towards the bar. The same barkeeper from earlier glanced her way wearily, his eyes darting to her figure. As she settled onto a bar stool and removed her cloak, revealing her face, a cheeky smile tugged at her lips.

"How do I look?" she raised her eyebrows, There was a pause as he looked her up and down, his face betraying his surprise. After a moment, he broke into a smile, shaking his head in astonishment."Well, I'll be damned," he said, a hint of awe in his voice, "Guilda clean you up well, lass.", "that she did" Y/N replied. 

Bertram, the barkeeper, extended his hand, eager to introduce himself. "I'm Bertram glasswood, just call me bert," he said, a friendly smile on his old face. Y/N accepted his grip, shaking his hand firmly. She hesitated for a brief moment before replying, silently deciding to keep her last name a secret." I'm Y/N," she said finally, her tone slightly detached. "Just Y/N." Bert smiled at her and shook her hand.

Y/N stayed in the tavern ever since, working side by side with Bert, the barkeeper and also the owner of the tavern, he let her live in the empty room above the tavern. She assisted him with various tasks, but her real intention was to gather as much information as possible from the tavern's patrons. As she went about her tasks, she made sure to pay attention to their conversations and interactions.