euphoria | legolas x reader inserts

nocturnal affection

tw: mentions of death
summary: Legolas and (Y/n) endure a bad dream, and soon find comfort in one another.

Enjoy! ~

Legolas sat on his bed. The pillows were scattered and the duvet was sprawled across the matress. His cold hands found their way to his tense forehead. Legolas breathed heavily and tried to drain out the echoing clamor of choked sobs that escaped his quivering lips. The room was dark, and felt cold even though it is not common for elves to feel cold, or heat for that matter. Nonetheless, Legolas found himself in dire need for warmth, physically and most specially mentally.

How could a dream be so utterly terrifying? Bringing him to tears and trying to convince himself that, yes, it was only a dream.

Legolas and (Y/n) sat near a bed of flowers, chatting lightly of their day as friends often did. (Y/n) laughed, closing her eyes and widening her smile. Unaware and uncaring of the ongoings of Middle Earth.

His head perked up at the sound of quiet knocks patting against the door. In an instant, he quieted his sobs and stared at the door with a questionable gaze.

Sitting up, he trailed across the room to the door, wondering who would be on the other side. Secretly praying to the Valars it was not his father. He wiped away any stray tears that were splayed about on his prominent face, whilst he reached for the door handle with the other hand.

An uproar of growls and clanking metals was heard in the forest, the sound becoming more distinct as they stood up to inspect. 'Orcs...' Legolas thought with disgust, grabbing his bow at ready as they began running back to the kingdom with haste. 

When he opened it, he had come face to face with a very fragile looking (y/n). She held painfully noticeable streaks from fallen tears that plastered her cheeks, which were red; matching her puffy eyes. The sad, melancholy expression spread across her facial features was quickly replaced with concern for the tall elf standing in front of her. 

"What is wrong?" Came out from both mouths.

Legolas was quick to engulf (Y/n) into a strong embrace. Burying his face into her hair. She did the same, only her head was buried into his chest as he stood at least a head taller than her. She released a shaky breath and felt the warm feeling of fresh tears beginning to prick into the corners of her eyes once more. He felt her silent weeps and he also began to experience the oncoming wave of tears beginning to bring a reoccurance.

"Bad dream." Was all her quivering lips would allow her to say, before letting go of herself completely in Legolas's arms.

He stroked comforting circles on   (Y/n)'s back. "Me too." He said quietly, releasing her from their embrace only to trail her to his bed, lifting the disheveled duvet and straightening out the pillows. Legolas and (Y/n) held each other, both recovering from their nightmares with steadying breaths and intertwined limbs. "Do you wish to speak of it?" (Y/n) asked.

"I do not even wish to think of it." Legolas said. The feeling of (Y/n)'s body so close to his was indescribably comforting. The warmth in his system was regained, as well as the drowsiness. This, he could fall into a deep slumber to.

A single arrow. Made out of a rusted metal and with black fletching. (Y/n) studied the small spear embedded into her chest, feeling the blood and life drain her by the second. Legolas's eyes held shocked tears, streaming down his face as he spoke worriedly and rushed. She couldn't decipher a word he said, only hearing  a faint heartbeat and a loud ringing. The Orcs were gone. Out of sight the moment the arrow pierced her body. (Y/n) stared into Legolas's eyes, feeling comfort in the pools of blue.

At first, Legolas didn't want anything to do with love. Not after he witnessed the danger of love and loss. His father, who held it all together, didn't stop Legolas from hearing the loud weeps that quieted after dawn. Even though he was only a small child, he knew that his father would never be the same Ellon he once was. Of course, when he met (Y/n), everything slowly changed and he would find himself imagining a future with her.

Legolas was clutching on to (Y/n)'s frail body for life, utterly hating the bloodthirsty beast for causing such a tragedy, and hating himself even more for letting it happen. Quietly sobbing as he held her and listened to her last heartbeats. "I love you." He said. Her lips forming a small smile as she whispered, 'I love you more.'

It wasn't too late. Legolas would tell (Y/n) as soon as she awoke. Even if it wasn't reciprocated. (Y/n) had to know. She had to hear him say it, shamelessly and heartfelt.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear as she breathed lightly. Holding her slumbering frame tenderly, he smiled. 'I love you.'