Legolas x reader and other unfortunate happenings

this was inspired by drarry fanart shut up

in which the author is unoriginal.

context: a party is coming up, but not your typical drinking/singing/swigging cheep wine party where you fit in, but a more reserved party, the disney-type shit where you gotta ballroom dance, and guess who's your teacher!!!!!

legolas is also a bit pretentious but its fine

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"Oh, shit- sorry." For at least the fiftieth time, you nearly missed trampling Legolas with your two left feet. Perhaps if you just had five seconds without these damn pointy shoes, you might be able to walk normally, but no, apparently you're not allowed to show up at every party with bare feet and impure ambitious, which honestly, just ruins the fun. 

After what felt like hours trying to waltz with Legolas, he was teaching your how to dance for the party coming up, he finally gave you something that was close to praise. 

"It's fine. During the last two minutes you managed to step on my foot for the fifth time, some might call that a disaster but I call it progress." Legolas said with a sly, wry smile on his face that wiped away any guilt you had for stepping on his foot. 

"Fuck off." You muttered, your feet hurt, you were hungry, and Legolas' teasing was putting you in a bad mood. 

"Language." Why does such a petty person have to have such a pretty face? It's truly tragic how beauty betrays us. 

"Would you prefer if I said it in Latin? Futue te ipse." You had also been taking language classes along with dancing, and you finally found the Latin to Elvish book that taught you how to swear in other languages. Because, and lets be honest here, why learn another language if you can't have a vile mouth?

"At least you're learning something, Cane." 

"That's kinda sexist, you egg-looking leno." 

"You started it, asino."

"You childish little filius canis." 

Legolas feigned an offended gasp, barely able to hold back a playful hint of a smile. It was nice to hear something other than passive-agressive insults from him, even if it was crude insults in Latin. Finally surrendering to the fun, you laughed, holding onto his left arm to uphold yourself as your laughter echoed the dance hall. 

"C'mon now, (y/n), back to work, all you've learned today was the box step, and a four-year-old human could learn that."

"Gods, Legolas, lets take a break first, huh? Get fresh air? Get rid of these cursed shoes that absolutely hate me?" You wiggled your feet out of the uncomfortably pointy shoes, prancing towards the door and pulling him by the sleeve to encourage him to follow. He sighed in defeat, knowing that you were too determined for fun to distract you with responsibility. 

"Fine, but only for a bit, I promised your father that I-"

"Shhhushhhhhh." You put your hand on his face, covering his lips and shushing him to keep him from mentioning your cursed father. "No more deeds from Dad until I say so. That foul creature has haunted me with adulthood for too long, I don't need you too."

"Alright, but it would be nice if you showed him some respect, I mean he's not evil or any-"

"I said shush."

He sighed, not really disappointed, but just defeated. His exasperation quickly turned to enjoyment as he watched you prance around outside. Your arms were outstretched and you were singing a silly tune that always put both you and Legolas in a good mood. 

When I get older losing my hairMany years from nowWill you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine

If I'd been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the door

Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four

You'll be older tooAnd if you say the word

I could stay with youI could be handy, mending a fuseWhen your lights have goneYou can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday mornings go for a rideDoing the garden, digging the weeds

Who could ask for moreWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four

Legolas didn't know all the words, but nevertheless he still sung what he knew, which was like 30% of the song, and he danced, jumped and leaped around the garden with you. The sun was bright, but the wind was cold, perfect weather for a bit of fun. You twirled around, laughing as Legolas struggled to remember the lyrics. 

This is what real dancing is, not holding your head up high while extravagantly shuffling around a solemn, empty crowd. Dancing was blurting out stupid lyrics and simply letting the wind and grass guide your feet as you moved to the rhythm. 

After you finished, your breath was heavy and your dress was dirty and your face was covered with a small sheen of sweat. Legolas shared the ridiculous grin you had on your face. "Isn't that better-" You paused, taking in the sweet scent of the baby's breath and daisies that tickles your feet. "-this is how things should be."

He nodded in agreement, and so in a burst of triumph, you laughed and jumped on him with a bear hug, knocking him to the floor. He yelped in surprise as he fell, then laughed pleasantly. It was nice to see valid happiness on his face. 

"Haha- gotcha!" You snickered, posing like a hunter who had just captured a mighty deer. 

"Gerroff" Legolas said through a fit of laughter. He shoved your legs out from under you so that your back thunked to the floor as well. 

"Owwwww." You whined playfully, nudging him with your elbow. "Meanie."

"You tackled me!"

"And you made me fall!"

"So we're even!"

"No! J'accuse!" You pointed a finger at him accusingly, trying to hide the stupid smile on your face. 

"Tu accuse? Blasphemy! J'accuse tu!" Legolas tackled you back, his voice still riddled with laughter. 

"What in Midgard is going on here?" Oh no.

"(y/n)?!" Oh, come on! Why can't you have nice things? You recognized your dad's voice in an instant, especially because that tone was used way too often on you. You flung your head around to see your father, looking judgmental as ever. 

Legolas' and your laughter ceased immediately. Neither of you were supposed to be screwing around. 

"Run." You said, shoving him off you as you bolted off, childish laughter echoing behind you. You could hear his light feet running behind you. 

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After about fifteen minutes of running at top speed, you slowed. "Okay, okay, I think he's gone."

You watched Legolas jogging to a stop next to you, panting. 

You both exchanged a look. And then you began laughing together. "Gods! That was so stupid!"

"That was brilliant!"

"Your father's going to kill you!"

"He is!"

Out of excitement, joy, and an oxygen high, you grabbed Legolas's face, puled it down to your level, and kissed his cheeks. Throwing your hands up to the Heavens, you laughed. 

"That was amazing!"

"Indeed, it was."