Legolas x reader and other unfortunate happenings

What Have They Done To You?

For as long as you remember, you and Legolas always had a feud with each other. No, you and him wouldn't battle on opposing sides of war or anything of such drama, but you both fought and loathed each other with a passion. Whenever you two saw each other, tension rose in the air, and you barely even remember how it started. You just didn't like him. 

But now, you need him. Now, as you, a homeless wanderer and merchant of good who is thrown upon a time of loss, find yourself looking for asylum, you turn to him. Because, in spite of constant fighting as bickering like foolish children, you knew Legolas would always do the right thing. No matter what circumstances would befall him. 

You couldn't think, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't feel anything beneath your feet. Blood was dripping down your face and probably staining your clothes. You knew your hands were covered in your own blood, coming from the still-fresh wounds that will scar you forever.

 The cackling of coyotes filled the forest air. It was rare that a coyote would be in a forest. The sudden loud sound made you flinch, you were not expecting it. You didn't like this. You were a fierce warrior, able to face the gods as you embraced hellfire without thinking twice. Then again, you've never experienced this before.

The only thing that reminded you that you were living, breathing, and not dead already in some sort of hell was the thoughtless movement of your legs as you stumbled through the forest, very loudly, in fact. It was a miracle a vile creature hasn't taken notice of you yet. 

Soon enough,  one did, but that was exactly the one you wanted to see. Legolas. The second you heard his mocking voice, you wanted to retaliate with another sly comment. 

"My my... it seems that (y/n) has come crawling back." An innocent joke, really, he was unbothered because there was yet to be a sign of distress coming from you. That is, until you fell to your knees, exhausted, your calves being splattered with mud. 

"Legolas..."

"(y/n)?" He had never seen you at a moment of vulnerability, it was an oddity to see, and it threw him off guard.  A serious look of concern spread across his face like wildfire.

"I need help." Your hands fell in front of you, being coated in mud. You felt dirty and useless. 

Legolas crouched before you. "Why is that?"

"Because there's someone-someone worse out there I need to deal with. Contrary to what you may think, you aren't the greatest enemy- the worst person I've ever faced. I underestimated him, Sauron. And I-" Your voice choked, and your shoulders slumped forward. Crying, Legolas realized. You were crying. He leaned closer, taking a good look at your face. The cuts on your forehead and cheek seemed shallow enough, but now that he looked, your eyes were a pale, cloudy color and seemed unfocused. Legolas' blood ran cold. 

"He blinded you?"  whispered, knowing the truth but fearing the answer. 

You nodded. 

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yeeyee so im not blind and therefore don't know what it's like exactly for someone who is blinded, especially just blinded, but i have read up on it and am willing to learn more. If i got anything wrong or presented the disability in any incorrect way, just lemme know and I'll fix it for future reference. 

also, yes. This is angst with a love-hate relationship. No smut involved. Might do a part two.

~continuing ~

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Legolas took you in for Elvish healing the second he knew. But even Gandalf couldn't fix you, and you knew that. Sauron leaves no mistakes. You were helpless, useless, and very, very traumatized.