I like my Lembas soft in the Morning (Legolas/Reader Romance)

The Calm Before The Storm

A low rumble filled the dark, cold night, and you groaned, and sat up, rubbing your tired eyes. If Fili had eaten that whole chicken last night and ended up with indigestion, he wasn't going to get any sympathy from you, that was for sure...

"Fili?" you whispered into the darkness, "If that's your bloody stomach, I swear to the Valar..."

"Shh!" came the unexpectedly curt reply, Fili sounding serious, for once, "That wasn't me."

You knotted your brow in confusion, and climbed out of your make-shift floor-bed, Bard had been kind enough to put you up for the night, and you were grateful. You paced towards the window, your soft leather boots making little sound on the wooden floorboards, and gazed out into the black, starless night.

A thick, dark shape twisted and writhed in the sky, casting a shadow onto the lake below, and you jumped back from the window in surprise, earning a concerned, "Huhh?" from Fili. That horrible rumbling ensued again, much louder this time, making the glasses on the thick wooden table rattle with the vibrations.

A black thundercloud.

It had to be.

That was all you needed, in a town surrounded by a lake. More bloody water.

"It's just a thunderstorm, Fili." you concluded, walking away from the window, "Get back to sleep."

"Pretty big thunderstorm," he mumbled to himself, before pulling the thin sheet further up around him to cover his broad shoulder.

You nodded in agreement, but he was already gone, snoring softly in the quiet night air. Wide awake now, you sat at the large table, plonking yourself down on one of the carved wooden chairs, and let your thoughts run back to HIM.

You had seen Legolas briefly, the day after the orc-pack had attacked Lake-Town. He had come up to you, handed you a long, elvish dagger, and told you to look after yourself. You weren't exactly expecting him to confess his undying love for you after his drunken kiss at the bar, but you were at least expecting some sort of explanation. Instead, all you received was an awkward 'I will return shortly', accompanied by the reddest face you had ever seen on an elf.

If elves were supposed to be constantly calm and composed, then you had to admit, you appeared to be having an adverse affect on the prince of Mirkwood.

The rumbling grew louder, and the vibrations running through the house became so violent that a glass tumbler toppled off the mantelpiece and smashed onto the floor, emitting a loud crash. The dwarves in the room woke with a start.

"Wha-?" muttered Bofur, his jaunty hat tipped sideways across one of his eyes.

"It's just a thunderst-" you tried to explain.

Your voice was cut off by a single, high-pitched scream. A blood-curdling scream of pure terror. Your right hand instinctively flew to your belt, where you wrapped it around one of your trusty daggers.

"That's no thunderstorm, lass." whispered Bofur,his sword now gripped tightly in his hand, "That, is a dragon."

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"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" You shouted, running through the house, banging on each door with the heel of your fist.

Turning a corner, you bumped into Tauriel. Her flawless face wore a mask of surprise as she took you in, your hair messily falling out of its makeshift bun, strands sticking to your face with sweat.

You supposed it was just your fate to always feel inferior when surrounded by elves.

"The dragon," you panted, "It is woken."

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, "We must get the children to safety."

She then turned on her heel, and ran down the corridor, knocking on the doors of Bard's children.

"How?" You muttered to yourself, "How can she look so beautiful in a state of chaos?"

"I can't answer that." came a low voice from your left, and you jumped, and spun around, coming face to face with Kili, the young black-haired dwarf whose life had been saved by the healing powers of Tauriel.

You smirked, "Just because you're in looovee," you teased, elbowing him playfully in the ribs. Yes, it was immature, but it was worth it to see the young dwarf's reaction.

His face turned the colour of a beetroot, and he muttered something under his breath.

"What was that you said?" you continued playfully, "Do you offer me insult, Son of Dis?"

"I said," replied Kili, smirking mischievously, "That makes two of us in love with elves."

And with that bombshell, he ran off towards the front of the house, where Tauriel no doubt had a boat waiting to sail them away to safer waters, leaving you stood in the corridor, unable to speak. Well well, Kili had learned to bite back, had he?

"Quickly, we must hurry!" came a shout from Bofur, and you shook yourself out of your reverie and sped outside to see the dwarves leaping into the boat, followed hastily by Bard's three young children.

The bowman himself, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Bard?" You asked, looking left and right, but to no avail, you couldn't see him.

Your voice was drowned out, however, by the screams and shouts surrounding you. All around you was bare-faced panic. Old men and women being trampled underfoot by faster, younger Lake-people, all running to boats. The dark shape overhead had got closer, and you could now tell that the horrific beast was, in fact, definitely a dragon. It's tremendous wings blew a hurricane through the small town with each flap, and the creature's belly was turning ominously fire-coloured...

You helped Kili in, still weak from his brush with death earlier, then pulled out your dagger and turned to leave.

"(Your name)," yelled Tauriel, sat gracefully at the small boat's helm, a large oar in her slender hands, "You must get in. We have to leave now!"

"No!" you shouted back, struggling to be heard over the sounds of screaming, "I have to get as many of these people out as I can!"

Tauriel looked solemnly at you, and you nodded forcefully. She tilted her head, and pushed off from the bank, her strong arms rowing the small boat away, until it was no more than a speck in the murky distance.

"Ok," you said to yourself, "Let's do this..."

Turning on your heel, you fled towards the inner city, as the dragon loomed overhead, opened it's mighty jaws, and blew a whirling fireball right through the centre of the town.

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Not my best chapter, I know, but please review and like ) Thank you guys x Leggy returns next chapter do not worry he has not got lost.