LotR/The Hobbit Drabbles

Tough Day (Legolas)

A request from an anon who wanted Legolas curling up on the reader's lap, with lots of fluff.

Legolas opened the door to your study noisily, which was quite unlike him. He unclasped his belt, daggers still attached, and hung it over the chair nearest the door. His gusty sigh as he approached where you sat at your desk was telltale.

"Tough day?" You asked, tilting your chin up to see him.

He propped a hand on your desk, leaning over you to read the reports you were working on. You closed your eyes briefly, savoring his earthy smell, the warmth of his nearness. "Father has been insistent upon harder training. He is tireless, and I thought I was, too. Until today, that is," he chuckled lightly. You opened your eyes to trace his features, the lines of exhaustion that weren't there a week ago.

"Come on," you said, standing and taking his hand. You led him to the couch and gestured for him to sit down. He did so, watching you as you knelt in front of him and loosened his boots. You pulled them off his feet and set them aside, scrunching your nose at the dirt that caked their soles. "You should have wiped your boots before coming in," you reprimanded him.

He just smiled and said, "It would have taken me longer to get here, and I've been away from you too long already."

You snorted at his obvious line, but your cheeks warmed with a blush. He took your hands and tugged, moving you gently to sit on the couch next to him. "You missed dinner," you muttered. "Should I call for something?"

Legolas shook his head. "All I want you to do is sit right here," he said, and leaned down until he was resting in your lap. You smiled, then laughed as he wiggled around, cramming as much of his lean form on your lap as he could.

"Legolas," you cried, "what are you doing? You can't fit!"

"Do not tell Legolas Thranduilion that he cannot achieve something," he declared, squirming even more. "He likes a challenge."

Still laughing, you clasped his face in both hands to keep him still, then planted a kiss on his lips. "You rascal," you said, leaning your forehead against his. He merely grinned and kissed you again, sitting up slightly to have better access. You pulled away slightly after a moment, recognizing that his lips were rougher than usual. "Your lips are chapped. Were you drinking enough water during training?"

Legolas rolled his eyes and lay down again, his head on your lap and his legs propped on the couch's arm. "You worry too much."

"I want you to take care of yourself. That's not the same thing." You pushed at his head a little. "Move, I'm going to call for some dinner and water."

If it was possible, he grew heavier, pushing his head into your legs like a rock. "No, you're staying right here. I would go seek refreshment, but I find that I am," he tilted his head, crystal-blue eyes dancing with merriment as he reached up and captured your face, "otherwise occupied."

You surrendered to the kiss, savoring the familiar taste of him from this new angle. He was so tall that his kisses usually had your neck craning back, completely at his mercy. Not that you ever complained, but you liked this new sense of control. It was a heady feeling to be higher than him, for once.

He was tired, though, so the kissing lasted only so long before the two of you relaxed. Eventually, he fell asleep with your fingers combing the tangles of the day out of his luxurious hair. You knew you would have to wake him eventually so he could change and sleep in his own bed—he was still wearing pieces of his leather armor, for goodness sake—but for now, you let him sleep.

A/N: I'd like to formally apologize for not updating on Thursday. I just moved back in at school, and I had so much to do that updating things completely slipped my mind. So, you'll get a multiple-update today. :)
--RA