Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

Imagine Being Frightened (Pt 1/2)

~LOTR~

"This is a dangerous position." The Elvenking's voice was like soft velvet, his eyes piercing, pinning you in place with their power.

"I am sure that for someone in your profession it is second nature to traverse. However, you will need to be well informed of every aspect of your role."

You nodded and patiently waited for him to continue.

The Elvenking circled you with a calculating  gaze, each footstep sounding thunderous in the small , echoey room.  You knew he was examining you, sizing you up to see if you measured up to the grandeur of gossip or rumors, and although many would have been intimidated or nervous, you were not.

You were here for a job that fit your skill set. What did you have to be nervous about?

The Elvenking  moved to stand very close to you. Given any other in this circumstance it wouldn't have been the wisest of choices, but the individual before you was different, seeming to exude power from his very skin, let alone in every word and step he took. But through that power was restraint; a great deal of it. And so you were calm.

"I warn you that I will be going into great detail, stripping the truth bare in every way possible and exposing you to horrors that you may not like to hear. If you choose to stay, you will be changed."

"What is your answer?"

You met his gaze with steel, no softness to be found and answered with an almost apathetic voice, "I am ready to be changed."

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In. And Out. In. And Out.

Gradually, you returned to a state of calm.

There was too much at stake for you to lose yourself today, especially since that day was before an important mission. An eleven spy of the king's had been captured by a band of orcs while he was supposed to be passing through the forest unnoticed and unknown. But there had been a traitor amongst you and the vile piece of filth squawked the elf's location to all things fell and dark within hearing distance. All had heard, but it was the Orcs that answered.

Naturally given your training and your association to a certain elven prince, you were now in the middle of nowhere waiting for said elf to get back with the firewood to use as fuel to..start a fire. No palace cooks, no free heat, and no time for error; just the way you liked it. Although if you were frank, you could have used some free heat right about now. The coney and raw fish you caught were beginning to get stale. Plus, you were getting hungry.

Finally the elf stepped out of the foliage, his arms full of firewood.

You scoffed. "I didn't know that one had to travel all the way to Mount Doom to find some decent firewood," you said sarcastically.

Legolas made a face and set down the bundle near your feet.

"Seriously, where were you? " you asked, sarcasm replaced by genuine concern.

"I was scoping out the area for any signs of our enemy. Something you should have been doing as well instead of waiting for me. We are on a mission, after all.

You glared icily, your growling stomach making you irritable. "Don't tell me that we are on a mission! I am fully aware of it. I am also fully aware of my limitations; one of those being that I have to consume food every once in a while if I want to continue to function properly and live.

"The forest is right there." Legolas gestured with his hand. "You could have gathered some wood yourself if you were that hungry."

"I have not eaten in days!" you growled. "Did you expect me to just go traipsing about the forest searching for you and be a target for anything to capture or.... "