euphoria | legolas x reader inserts

gentle-elf

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It is a known fact that elves can trudge through almost anything tirelessly. Not doing as much as slowing their pace ever so slightly to regain the least bit of energy their bodies had released during the long hours it had been working. Surely, it would be practical to at least rest for as much as a few minutes, to admire the scenery for a few seconds, take a few quick sips of water and be on their way. But no, that was not how they were trained. Some elves attained the ability to withstand trailing endlessly about with no signs of tiredness or weariness whatsoever. And some elves were like you, who mumbled short words of encouragement to themselves whenever you felt you would collapse dramatically. If it were your choice, you would have halted hours ago, to at least take a small break to rest amongst the rough texture of the rocky ground and focus on slowing you heavy breathing.

"You got this, one foot in front of the other, just like during training." You mumbled quietly in short pants for only your ears to hear. You stayed completely oblivious to the small snickers that were released from your fellow comrade, Prince Legolas. He had heard it all, from your quiet words of empowerment to the small complaints and whines that exited through the pouty lips you didn't even realize you were making. To say he was enjoying this was an understatement. He could have sworn you was a possible mix of a human and maybe even a dwarf if it weren't for the pointy ears you had been gifted with at birth. He took notice of the unusually loud footfalls and the way your eyes would monotonously roll whenever they were met with a small obstacle. His amusement only grew bigger during these short moments.

"(Y/N), are you quite alright?" Legolas questioned with a hint of a smile. He was playing with you.

You looked up at him and had to refrain from blowing up and spewing out some uncolourful words. Do I look alright? You thought rather bitterly. But your fondness for the Woodland Prince got the best of you. "I am fine," you replied unconvincingly. Your eyes fell to the ground and you felt your cheeks heat up in a split second. Why is he watching me? You thought. He had been watching your every move very closely and you'd just noticed, and it was precipitating you to grow even more nervous. A smile crept across his face as he caught the soft red glow that was plastered beyond the surface of your cheeks.

"Come here." He beckoned and gestured for you to come closer.

You raised an eyebrow and lifted your gaze to his. Following his orders, you moved over to him. What he did next was something you did not expect.He gently grabbed your body and started lifting her from the ground. He pulled you onto his back and preceded to carry you with ease. "What are you doing?" You asked and smiled, even though you were currently being carried you had managed to become breathless. Your heartbeat had sped up five times than the average and you were refraining yourself from shoving your face into his flaxen hair to hide out the warm, scarlet hue that plagued the flesh of your cheeks, even though he could not see it.

"Being a gentleman." He replied casually.

You shook your head slightly and felt a small smile creep upon your face. "Gentle-elf." You corrected, feeling a different kind of fondness.

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