Fate: A Legolas X Reader Story (Complete)

Part Sixteen: Rohan

A/N: The story will now be presented in your point of view.

On your way toward Rohan you ride. 

You've been thinking a lot about yourself lately too. You know that before, you weren't this wizard. But what were you? You have the characteristics of an elf as Saruman (or rather Gandalf) tells you, but how can you be sure?

And you can't remember anything past the fall no matter how hard you try. You think you have grown closer to Gandalf, after all, you did fall and defeat a monstrous beast together, but you just can't tell. And he seems to be remembering fine. But all of these people are strangers to you, especially The Elf. But he already interests you so much, how he took your hand and looked into your eyes. Oh, what happened before?

Gandalf speaks. "How are you doing, y/n?"

You sigh. You can't lie to Gandalf, you respect and adore him too much. "Not well, I'm afraid."

"Well, what's on your mind?"

"I can't remember anything!" I lament. "I want to know who these people are and why we are with them. Are there more people? Did I know any of them before? Who is that elf? Why did he take my hand? Why is he sad? How-"

"Y/N, y/n, calm down." He lowers his tone and hopes you can't hear him, but you do. "I feared this was the case. She has something of a remembering curse, amnesia. Who has done this? I shall try an incantation. Remove sina curse, ten' whom ta nae placed deno' uma il- deserved. " He speaks loudly again. "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"How are you doing?"

"You just asked me that, and my answer remains the same." 

"Oh my, it is worse than I thought! Y/N, you are having trouble remembering things because clearly, someone has placed a curse on you."

"Well, how can it be broken then?"

"I don't know. We must concentrate all our efforts on Rohan first, y/n. Only because we must save Middle Earth, a thing bigger than you. But y/n, I swear to it that you will have your memories returned after it is all over. Understand?" 

"Yes, Gandalf." You sigh. Waiting is the hardest thing, but if it was for a greater cause, then you could deal. The rest of the ride is silent.

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"We have arrived at Rohan!"

You jerk your head up from drifting off to sleep. The town is grey and dreary, with the people wearing glum faces. "You'd find more cheer in a graveyard!" The dwarf, Gimli says.

Shadowfax slows to a stop and you jump off at what you assume is the foyer of the king's throne hall. "Please surrender your weapons," A man yells. You have none but a staff, powers unknown to you at this time. 

"No harm will be done to it," you say as you give it to the man. He turns to Gandalf. 

"Your staff."

"You would not part an old man with his walking stick, would you?" Gandalf looks toward him with innocent eyes, an innocent face.

"No, I most certainly wouldn't." Gandalf smiles at the guard and winks at us. He's planning something, I can feel it.

You walk with the rest of the group into the hall. 

A withered old man sits atop the throne, very pale, wearing a crown. King Theoden, you assume again.

Grima Wormtongue, Theodon's servant and steward, whispers to him. Theoden responds. "You are not welcome here, Gandalf and friends. But why have you come?"

"We are not here to cause trouble, milord. Only to help."

"And why do we need your help?" Grima asks.

"Because Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king, and I am here to try and heal him!" Gandalf raises his staff and starts to speak. 

"Why did you not take the staff? That was my first and most important direction!" Grima leaps toward the wizard but The Elf deflects him. You stare at him, and the world around you begins to slow down.

Suddenly, all you see is him, though everyone else around you is fighting the hostile guards. He swings his arm around so magnificently to hit the guard behind him, who is knocked to the floor. He sidesteps as another one tries to ram into him. Wow, you think. Who is he?

You finally realize your place in all this when he shouts your name. You whirl around to see a guard rushing at you with a spear. You mutter an incantation that you don't even know and step aside. Your attacker is thrown backward. You keep fighting and fighting until the king is healed by Gandalf and when he calls for the fighting to cease. Gandalf gives him his sword, and Theoden raises it against Grima, but the man Aragorn stops him. "Too much blood has been shed on his behalf. Please, we don't need anymore."

Theoden lowers his sword, ashamed. You walk up to him and pull him into a hug. He is at first surprised but then begins to hug back. He pushes you away after a while and looks at you. "Thank you, err.. umm..."

"Y/N, I'm y/n."

"Thank you y/n." You're about to say something, but he turns and sees Eowyn, his niece. He runs to her with his newfound strength and hugs her. You walk over to Gandalf, who gives you that sweet smile. Thank you, it seems to say.

"Wait, where is Theodred, my son?"