Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

Imagine Being Frightened (Pt 2/2)

A/N: #10 in greenleaf. Woot Woot! Thank you all so much for reading :D On a separate note, if anyone knows who created the artwork above, I would like their name so that I can give proper credit.

The chapter you will read was made in one night because the previous one accidentally got deleted due to my clumsy self. I very lucky that I was able to salvage what I did, and for the most part I actually like it much better. Yes I know the picture isn't of Legolas, but it was the only one I could find that went with the theme of this chapter.

Lastly, I want to say that the Lotr/Hobbit part of the title just means that it's within those timelines, but it will be Lotr until I tell you I shifted it. Enjoy your Sunday update as promised!

~LOTR~

For a few seconds you couldn't move. Then quick as a flash you stepped back and dropped the knife as if it burned your skin. It clanged against the ground and made you jump slightly as you tried to focus on the face in front of you.

"Legolas," you breathed, more aware. "I... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," Legolas replied stiffly.

You walked yourself numbly over to the log and plopped yourself down, feeling like you couldn't stand another moment.

"Are you going to tell me what is bothering you or do I have to drag it out of you?"

You cringed. "I just had a bad dream, I don't want to talk about it."

"That was no dream. It was a terror," Legolas replied.

"I was just not prepared for it, that's all," you bit back.

"Prepared? You cannot prepare yourself for something like this. Something has scarred you deeply and I will not rest until you tell me what it is. You know the limit of my patience takes a while to reach."

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter, Legolas. I had to hear it and I had to know about it to be prepared for what lies ahead."

"Hear what?"

You bit your lip, regretting how you phrased the response. "Nothing. It's in the past now." You stared at your hands in your lap, hoping he would get the hint and not pry anymore.

"No, it's not."

Not going to happen.

Legolas picked up your dagger from the ground and placed it beside you, to which you tucked it securely away.

The elf continued to stand quietly and it was more annoying than if he was speaking the whole time and sitting next to you. He would wait however long it took you to speak, even if it was the rest of the night. This you never doubted anymore. But what were you supposed to say? Legolas, your father spoke to me in secret and told me things that disturbed me to my very core and I haven't been myself since even though a year has passed?

No, you couldn't say that. Legolas would undoubtedly confront Thranduil and defend you at every turn and they would end up having a verbal jousting match. Those had a tendency to escalate quickly and you didn't want to be responsible for a broken crown or out of place hair.

Okay, so that likely would never happen, but you had entertained yourself with the possibility once or twice.

Plus, you had not known the Elvenking very long to gauge the limits of his temper. Nothing in your entire life was able to intimidate you to the degree that Thranduil did. Nothing. Of course, the Elvenking had six thousand years of combat experience while you only had a measly 27 years, and after the night you two spoke, you saw him in an entirely different light. To say he intimidated you was an understatement. The Elvenking frightened you to your very soul.