Legolas Imagines (LOTR/Hobbit)

Imagine Being Cold

A/N: Someone recently asked me if this little collection will have any Slash or smut, and my answer to this is if it's not in the description, then it won't be in the stories. I have nothing against either,  but I have no experience writing them, so I won't include them.  To end this note, this chapter is longer than most, but I've ensured it moves at a comfortable pace. Please enjoy!

  ~LOTR~

You and Legolas had broken camp near a cluster of closely packed trees. The location would serve to keep you fairly hidden from predators and other dangers when the sun finally left you for the day.

 

Tilting your head up to the sky, you noted that it would only remain light out for about another hour. A fire would need to be started soon.

 

Making your way into the forest you, you knelt down and gathered both firewood and a few berries for the evening meal. Though you were concentrating on the task, your mind kept drifting to the wood elf. You had sent Legolas off to go snare a rabbit a few moments ago, and just before he disappeared into the foliage, you couldn't help but admire him from behind. In truth, that is what you were doing for most of the day; stealing quick peeks when he wasn't looking and then pretending not to notice him whenever he would catch you. Unfortunately for you, that was often. You decided that it had something to do with his elven senses, but knowing this made it all the more awkward. That was partially why you sent Legolas away; to give yourself some space and some time to think without the 'beautiful distraction.'

 

A smile tugs at your lips. Legolas was very beautiful, for a male elf. His face was perfectly symmetrical, with eyes of the brightest blue that seemed to almost see into your soul when he directed his piercing gaze at you. His skin looked so smooth and gave off a faint glow. You wondered what it would feel like to touch it. What it would feel like to be touched by his supple hands.

 

You bit your lip, shaking your head. No. Legolas was an elf prince and you were a human. He wouldn't want to be intimate with a human. You were his friend, nothing more. That was the ways things had to be and you needed to force yourself to forget about it, you decided. Standing up with arms full of wood and a pouch full of berries and some herbs, you started to quickly make your way back to the campsite.

 

Unfortunately, your thoughts were racing as you walked and your head was down staring at the branches in your hands, so you didn't see someone walking in your path or hear the words of caution directed at you, before it was too late.

 

You grunted as you ran into something that felt softer than a tree but harder and sturdier than a bush, the wood in your hands sent tumbling to the ground. You stepped back in shock and assumed a fighting stance, but relaxed when you saw that it was only Legolas standing there.

 

"Legolas," you breathed, "I thought you were an orc!"

 

Legolas feigned a hurt look. "An orc! Your insult wounds me deep, Y/N." He grasped his chest in mock-hurt.

 

Your eyes twinkled with mischief. "Hmm. Well now that you mention it..."

 

You chuckled when he scoffed and turned away from you.

 

"Only teasing you, mellon."

 

He turned back to face you, smirking playfully. "If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about?"