Legolas Imagines

Legolas braiding your hair

"Hey Legolas?" you asked, joining him in his tent.

"Yes YN?" 

"Would you braid my hair?"

Legolas looked at you with huge eyes. It was really only a few seconds, but the silence seemed like an hour. 

"Hello? Middle Earth to Legolas?"

He snapped out of whatever sort of trance he was in before lokking back at you.

"So, will you do it?"

"Uh, yeah..sure."

You still noticed the squeak in his voice and the slight blush on his cheeks. 

You sat on the cot beside him, folding your legs up around you.

He slowly and gently began to plait your HC hair. His nimble fingers were able to capture all the hairs that always seemed to escape from your hands. He fastened the braid, then stood up. 

You turned around, thanking the elf. Then as you walked out of the tent, you saw Aragorn, who was leaning against a tree. 

"So," he said with a smirk, "you let Legolas braid your hair?"

"Yeah, what is so weird about that?

"Oh my friend. You do not realize the traditions and customs associated with elves and hair."

"Then tell me!"

"Braiding of hair is part of an elven courtship. In other words, you just asked to court him and," he paused, nodding to your braided hair, "it looks like he accepted."