Legolas x Reader: Master Post

One of the Fellow prt.2

The walk towards your almost definite doom was quite eventful. You stayed beside Bill the pony as your brother made jokes with Aragorn– absolutely terrible jokes– the kind one would cringe upon hearing. The hobbits had interesting conversations about when the next meal was, and if there would be potatoes included. You couldn't help, but giggle the halflings.

Amidst the walking you noticed someone to your right was gazing at you. The intermittent staring began to bother you. Why did this elf stare? "So you are the one they call Legolas?" You addressed him and he seemed to get fidgety.

"And you are the one who proved her place before Lord Elrond," the elf had a sing-song voice that you adored.

You blushed," well, that wasn't my intentions at first, I don't even know how to fight, my brother hardly speaks to me, or anyone else in the fellow for that matter," you sadly spoke. You felt the elf's friendly presence inch closer to you.
"Well, I'm talking to you," he suggested.

"Yes, I suppose there is that," you smiled at your new friend. As the day wore on Legolas was the only one who spoke to you, and your conversations carried on for the rest of the night.

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Boromir POV

'My little-ignorant-sister! What does she know if the rigors of quests! There are perilous and treacherous! Maybe if I leave her by herself she'll find out just how hard it will be. Only when she needs me most will I- wait– who is she speaking to?' I asked inwardly. Upon looking over I found her giggling and blushing with that elf!

I continued to watched them as we walked. She seems happier now that someone was speaking to her, but she could not see what I saw. Legolas gave her small touches to the shoulders and compliments here and there. His actions made the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.

'Maybe, though, it was good that they establish a relationship?' I thought,' for now, I will welcome the thought of their courtship, if it ever got that far, as a sign of peace again between the race of men and elves. But the second he breaks her heart, Legolas will have a limited time to pray to whatever elven God he believes in.'

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Normal POV.

Three days later, the fellowship found itself resting by the trunk of a great tree. This seems like the only tree within miles! On this quest you had seen so many beautiful landscapes. 'How hard could this adventure be?' You began to wonder.

"Y/n!" Said a familiar song voice. You looked up at the elf from where you sat,"yes? Is there something wrong?"

"Boromir has given me permission to help you fight. I believe with a few lessons, you will be an excellent fighter," Legolas said as he extended out his hand. You smiled, Boromir wanted to let you fight?! This was amazing! And who better to train with your your new friend Legolas?

"Well if Boromir consents, then I shall do as he says," you took his hand and he helped you up, pulling out a blade Legolas handed it to you, he held the other.
Legolas placed himself in front of you and held the weapon out and at the ready. You were a tiny bit nervous as you did the same; the others looked on to watch the training. "Remember this y/n: steady, swift, and no mercy. If you decide to spare a life, it causes consequence. The consequences can be good or bad, it is up to you who you spare, but never is it in any manner easy,"

Legolas taught you. You thought about the depth of his words and engraved them in your mind, putting it permanently inside your brain forever. "Do as I, y/n," Legolas placed his sword above his head and you mimicked him. "Good, now do the movement faster," Legolas demonstrated it at a fast speed. It was clear he was skilled in combat. You did the movement over and over again and became faster each time.

"Alright! You're doing brilliant y/n, now, I'm going to swing at you, try to use the motion to block my attack," Legolas waited three seconds before he swung and you held your sword out to block, but alas, it was in vain. Legolas's force of the swing chased the blade to override your stance. The blade of Legolas grazed the backside of your left hand as you fell over. You clutched your now bleeding hand from the ground and Legolas rushed to your side.

"Y/n! I am terribly sorry, you are not ready to block blows yet! I did not mean to hurt you y/n, I swear it on my very life," he held your bleeding hand by the wrist tightly to stop the bleeding.

You looked up at him,"no worries Legolas, it was an accident, they happen," you looked into his eyes and he stared back just as attentive. In the blue orbs that Legolas had, you saw just how much he cared, just how sorry he was, and a hint of something else. You wrote it off as overwhelming friendship.