A One-Shot Collection: "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit"

Seven: Legolas

Seven: Legolas

Looking back now, kissing your crush (on the cheek, mind you) on the eve of battle probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. But that's not even what I did: I kissed him in battle, as we waited for the orcs of Mordor to charge forth from the Black Gate. Of course, he was shocked at my actions, sputtering like no graceful elf would. But then again, so was I.

But by the graces of the Valar above, we all survived this final showdown, with the sun now breaking on the day of Aragorn's coronation. And although I may be overjoyed for this final celebration, I hold great trepidation at seeing Legolas once more. I am not one for awkward conversations, and this might just be the most awkward of them all.

A pastel violet dress swings around my feet as I stand on the balcony of my own room. Just nights ago, I was standing here, just like this, but instead, looked upon the dark and beating mountains of Mordor. Now, they are crumbling and cold, not a lifeform in sight. It's a blessing that I'm certainly proud to be a part of.

"You look lovely today," Legolas remarks, coming to stand at my side. Of course, I am shocked at his arrival, but I will not give him the pleasure of seeing me in such a state. But, only naturally, I cannot help blushing as he leans near my side, his arm brushing my side on accident. His pale blonde hair dances with my own midnight hair in the dry breeze of Minas Tirith.

"I could say the same about you...err--handsome, I mean," I respond awkwardly, inwardly cringing at my mention of him looking beautiful. But let's be honest, Legolas is beautiful, especially when he laughs, just as he is now. I watch him with joy, that warm feeling spreading through my body in the presence of the elf that I could love. But as all things must come to an end, his laughter falls away and we both turn forth to look upon the vast reaching mountains of our deceased enemy.

"You caught me by surprise yesterday," he addresses me, looking over at my now-flaming cheeks. I stubbornly refuse to meet his gaze as I continue to stare at the fields of Pelennor, as if they hold all the answers to my relationship problems.

"Did I really?" I question, attempting to make conversation so as to sedate the awkward tension. I can feel the elf's gaze boring into the side of my face, a small smile twisted onto his lips. He knows what he is doing to me.

"Yes, I often pride myself on my ability to read others. You hid it well, until yesterday of course. Now I see it," Legolas remarks, a smirk covering his face and emphasizing his high cheekbones. At this, I revolve my head around to look upon him with a faked humour. On the outside, I surely look content. But on the inside, I might as well be jelly.

"What can you see, Greenleaf?" I question with eyebrows raised, an expression to match his own from moments ago. Two can play at this game.

"You love me," he says with that damned smirk upon his mouth. Huffing, I turn back around to look at the beautiful scenery. And although, just moments ago, I claimed to have the potential to love this prince, I know that I do. How can I not love him, with those crystal eyes and a heart of gold?

"I do, and I'm quite sorry that I didn't tell you before," I relent, my smirk falling into a soft smile as my eyes meet his once more. Legolas now expresses a large smile that is rare for both him and the time we were previously living in. But with Sauron gone and my confession arisen, he has every reason to beam.

"It is no matter to me, just less time for us," Legolas finalizes, his eyes shining within the light of the dawn sun. It's a soft look, with feelings present in his risen cheeks and mouth twisted into a form of affinity. Indeed, he looks at me in an unfriendly manner, because it is far more than friendship between us.

"Us?" I question, hope riding my words and right into his ears. I can only expect that I look like a child promised a trip to the candy shop. Except, in this case, I am a grown elith and the Prince of Mirkwood is the sugary treat. Such a strange analogy, I know.

"Yes, us," he replies, stepping closer in a slow rhythm that contrasts to his next move. His lips press against mine in a heated fervor, his hand on my lower back to pull me closer. Shuffling around to press my back against the railing, I wrap my arms around his neck as he lays passionate kisses upon my lips. With his silky hair between my fingers and his hands resting solely on my cheek and back, I take recognition of the true reward of this journey...love, and a place to call home.

"I love you as well, my little daffodil," Legolas responds as his lips pull slightly away and our eyes open into each other. Crystal blue meeting effervescent silver, our eyes exclaim a renewed happiness and hope for the future. With the sun rising on this day, the Fellowship's journey comes to an end and our journey simply begins.

I press my face into Leg0las's chest as he wraps me into a hug. With his head resting against my own, placed on the crown of my head, I do not think I could be happier. With the new sun shining on us and the view of a placated Mordor, I feel fully at peace, here on my balcony...wait...

I suddenly rip myself from the embrace, stepping a few paces to the side as I watch the elf with surprise: "Wait, how'd you get in here?! This is my balcony!"

Legolas looks humoured at this mention, making no response other than the simple shrug of his shoulders. And it is only then that I am enveloped in another kiss on part of the elf prince. But then again, I'm not complaining...no sane women would.

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