MAGIK | Legolas X Reader

Part One

Your POV

I sat in the grass, a text book open on my lap. It was, after all, school. A school I didn't belong in. A school I wasn't supposed to attend. An elf school. I was an elf, like my mother. I was tall and slender and unnaturally charming and immortal. But I was also a wizard, like my father. I was magic. I could control things. I could control people.

Dangerous.

They told me that I was dangerous. They told me that I shouldn't make friends. They told me that anyone and everyone I came in contact with was not safe. The Council also told me I couldn't use my powers unless instructed to do so.

That's how my life went: School during the day. Lessons at night. Study, practice, study, practice, with nothing in between. This particular day, however, was different.

I sat in the grass, studying the diagram that we had been shown in class when he came up to me.

"(Y/N)?"

It was Legolas.

"Legolas?" I replied, slightly confused as to why he was talking to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I noticed that a few people had looked at us. Legolas was popular, due to his royal statice. When people looked at me, I grew nervous. What if they found out? What if I had an outburst? What if? What if? What if?

"I'm fine," I responded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You look tense."

"How would you know what I look like when I'm tense?"

He wasn't wrong, though. I hadn't slept much the night before, as Father was teaching me a different spell. It took up hours of my time. My perfectionist father didn't give up until dawn.

"We were friends for quite a while," he offered. "Unless you don't remember me."

"Legolas, we haven't spoke in nearly two hundred years."

"Let's do something," he said, offering me a hand to stand.

I remained on the ground. "I should be getting home actually," I excused myself, trying to leave the conversation.

"(Y/N), please. It'll be great," he encouraged. "Just like old times."

Sighing, I caved. "Fine."

"Come on," he said, smiling triumphantly.

We went to a small bakery. Legolas sat in a booth and I slid in across from him.

"I feel like we haven't talked in such a long time," he said.

"It's been a while," I agreed, nodding.

"How are your parents?" he asked, making me almost choke on my coffee.

I quickly covered it up. "Uh, my father is well," I replied.

He nodded. "Good. And your mother?"

We don't speak of my mother.

"Legolas, why are you talking to me?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

I sighed. "We haven't spoken in two hundred years. I didn't want to talk to you, and I thought that the feeling was mutual."

He frowned. "Why didn't you want to talk to me?" he asked.

"Because you've become stuck up," I deadpanned.

"Excuse you, I am the prince."

"Thank you for that example, Your Majesty, but I should be going," I decided, dropping some money on the table and standing.

Then, he ordered me around, and as a citizen of Mirkwood, I was required to do as he said.  "Stop," he demanded. "Come here."

I turned around. "Another fine example."

"Of what?"

"Using your position against those who have no position," I explained.

He rolled his eyes. "(Y/N), you have a position with the Wi-"

Hell. No.

"If you say what I think you're going to say, one of us will be dead and one of us will be locked up for murdering the prince," I hissed, lowering my voice.

He frowned, looking confused. "Why are you being so rude?"

I sighed in frustration. "Because you're a rude person! Everyone is just too scared to say so because of your father!"

His eyes narrowed. "Why aren't you scared to say so?" he questioned.

"Because of my father."

With that, I left the coffee shop.