Star-Crossed Bond ( Legolas X Reader )

XII. ( tendril )

Eladan and Y/N continued their travels, reaching the front of Midgewater. Their journey was not yet over, and they continued on their way towards Weather Hills.

The air was thick with the musty smell of decaying vegetation, and the landscape was a sea of sickly green and brown reeds.  

Eladan scanned the marshland, his keen Elven eyes taking in the bleak surroundings. His forehead creased in concern, looked around at the expansive marshland.

"My lady," he said, his tone hinting at his unease. "Perhaps we should look for another route. The marshes are too treacherous."

Eladan, puzzled by Y/N's lack of response, turned to find her standing still, her gaze fixed on something in the distance. He looked up at her, a sense of concern in his eyes. "My lady?" Eladan repeated, his head tilting slightly in confusion, "Is everything alright? You seem distracted."

After a brief silence, she finally said, "We must go there, Eladan." Her eyes were still locked on Edgewater's distance.

"Why? What is there that draws your attention so?" he questioned, still not understanding what she saw.  

"Can you not hear that whisper in the wind, dear?" she said, her voice soft and reflective. She tilted her head ever so slightly, listening intently to the wind that seemed to carry faint whispers and a soft melody. "There's something more to the breeze, more than what meets the eye." she finally looked down at him.

"I...I don't hear it, my lady," he confessed truthfully, his eyes searching hers as if seeking an explanation. She smiled at Eladan's puzzled expression.

"Come," she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. She approached the edge of Midgewater, her feet nearly touching the damp soil. As she stepped forward, a magical root suddenly appeared beneath her foot, providing a sturdy foothold. A smile crept across her lips, recognizing that she didn't need to use her own magic this time.

A smile curved across her lips, and softly, she greeted out loud, "Hello."  

Eladan stayed close by Y/N's side, his voice low and concerned. "My lady, please be careful," he urged. 

Y/N chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on the magical root beneath her feet. "Don't worry, Mellon ," she replied, her tone tinged with amusement. "And who might you be?" She addressed the root, maintaining her playful demeanor.

The root beneath her vibrated softly, almost as if it were responding to her words. A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips as she spoke, addressing the root gently.

 "Myriil..." Y/N mused as she bonded with the creature, her voice soft and filled with genuine "what a beautiful name," she said, her voice still soft. "It suits your beauty perfectly. You're truly a wonder, my lady." her eyes still locked into the creature. 

Turning back to Eladan, Y/N smiled warmly, gesturing for him to move closer. Then, her gaze shifted to the root creature, known as Myrill, and she spoke once more.

"My dear Myrill," Y/N began, her tone polite. "Would you be gracious enough to allow my little friend here to join us?". Eladan, bewildered by the unfolding events, stepped closer as Y/N gestured for him. His eyes flicked between her and the magical root, After a brief moment, the root extended another tendril, this time towards Eladan. The root hovered in front of him, an invitation, a gesture of welcome.

He took a soft step forward, his eyes flickering from the Myrill to Y/N. "Is...is it alright?" he whispered, asking permission to the wooded creature.  Y/N smiled reassuringly at Eladan, her eyes filled with encouragement. "It's alright, Mellon . Myrill is a gentle soul. she won't harm you."