Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

Imagine Experiencing your First Battle Wound

A/N: Lord Elrond makes an appearance!

Sindarin(Elvish) Translations

Penneth: young one

~LOTR~

"Aghh..." you gasped as another wave of pain shot through your arm.

You were currently being carried by Legolas to the house of healing after being attacked by a stray orc in the forest. The vile creature managed to cut you with its blade before you killed it. It was obvious that Legolas blamed himself for not coming to your aid sooner and no matter how many times you told him it wasn't his fault he still stubbornly clung to that belief. You let him be, for now, too focused on the pain to care about much else.

This was your first serious injury. You had only just finished your training to be one of the Mirkwood patrol, and during that time your injuries consisted of minor scrapes and cuts, the more serious of them being the time you cut your hand open while sharpening one of your daggers.

"We are here, Y/N!" You heard Legolas announce. "You will be well soon."

You gritted your teeth as you ascended the steps, making it inside soon after.

Legolas shouts for the elf lord made everyone stop what they were doing and stare at you in shock for a few seconds. Then healers came rushing to your side.

Fortunately, said elf lord was nearby and had heard the shouts for help. He came rushing to your side just as a litter was brought forth.

Elrond waved away the healers that had gathered around you, and spoke to them in a smooth melodic timbre. "Thank you for the assistance but I will take over from here."

The healers nodded and both gave you sad smiles of reassurance before leaving your side and returning to their other tasks. Elrond approached you with a calculating gaze, his eyes searching your form before speaking. " Follow me. I will show you to a private room where I can examine your arm properly."

You bit your lip as you began walking again, but thankfully the room was close and only took a few minutes to reach. When you arrived you took in your new surroundings. In the center of the room lied an examination table and a bed not far from it, the back of the room storing many shelves of herbs and salves. You assumed that was why the room smelled strongly of a mix of freshly cleaned sheets and herbs. You found the aroma strangely soothing though.

You made note of the white sheet covering the table as you were eased onto it, a small whimper leaving your lips. Deft hands worked to undo the makeshift bandage on your arm that was poorly keeping the blood from seeping through, a few drops falling onto the clean sheet under you as it was done.

"This cut is deep and was caused by a blade. How did you come by it?" Elrond inquired.

Legolas spoke for you.  "She was attacked by an orc."

Elrond raised his eyebrows. "Only one?"

"Yes."

"That is strange indeed. Orcs commonly hunt in groups, so it is uncharacteristic that only one would try to attack the two of you."

You closed your eyes at Elrond's words and knew Legolas was going to tell him the truth even if it was the kind that hurt the giver.

Legolas spoke hesitantly. "She was alone when that vile creature attacked her. I...had left to investigate a noise ...It was only for a few moments. I thought she would be safe...."

"I see," Elrond said, grabbing a compress from one of the shelves.

You turned your attention from Legolas and saw the healer fold the compress in his hand. He met your gaze. "I must staunch the bleeding and it will hurt a little."