Legolas Imagines

Suffering from insomnia and legolas singing you an elvish lulluby

You sat on a tree log, keeping watch over the fellowship. Honestly, it was a relief to be doing something other than lie awake and stare. You just couldn't sleep, no matter what you did. It was not that you were not tired, it was just that sleep simply was unable to come to you. It was maddening. Your mind simply refused to surrender to the shelter of unconsciousness.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned your head quickly, hand on your dagger in case of danger. To your immense relief, it was only Legolas. He was able to walk to you unheard with soft footfalls that only elves and cats were capable of.
"Good evening Legolas," you muttered.
". It is my watch now," Legolas replied, "you can get some rest."
You nodded absently, but only moved over to allow the elf to sit. Legolas did sit down beside you and watched as you stared into space.
"Something troubles you Mellon nin," he said, turning your head.
"Tis nothing," you replied.
"I know you better than that, YN, now what is the problem?"
With a sigh you admitted your problems.
"I just cannot sleep," you muttered, shaking your head, "I have the worst insomnia."
"I see," the elf replied, nodding.
This honestly explained a lot. It explained why you seemed so restless, and why you were always so weary in the daytime hours.
"Come," he said, holding out his arm so you could rest against him.
You obeyed, laying your head on the elf's shoulder. Softly, he began to murmur an elvish incantation in your ear.
"Legolas," you giggled, "what are you doing?"
"Hush," he said, putting a finger to your lips.
He began to sing an elven song.
"Lor, Lora, neo Linda hín,
Lor nu núra elmenel.
Cena manen I olorë cara son lia
Ar sinto tinta yare I isil na per

Lilta com Eleni or fanya ar hislië
Mí hwinyari ve uner is cena
Lilta com vendë ve mi I olorë la neta
Ar anta vandi ve unar is anta

Vanta Ana anta rin rino I olorëon coa
Ar fallë or I falmar ninqui
Vanda rin Ana I coi norova ya már
At re Lin mí I mendel norova Tana

Vanda Ana anta rin I isil mine aurë
Arunta le neruve lala mi oio valin
Cena tennara rin quent a axen
Yare rin mine már tári norova heri

Aryre rin santalin mine laurea Corina
Noruva Lin coiva mi caiman yo Lin a mil
Ar cena cindrin anta Lin se avane Arian
Ar Lin vanda norova ya anvi

Ea, neo lind hín
Lin vanda norova ya anwi"

By the end of his song, your eyes had drifted shut and your breathing had softened into that of one in a peaceful sleep. Legolas pulled his cloak off and lay it over you as a makeshift blanket.
"Irima olorë, Mellon nin," Legolas whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
That night, for the first time in a while, you had a peaceful sleep, and dreamt of singing elves.