Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)

The Night We Met (Fluff)

The forest floor glittered with fireflies, the pale white moon lighting your way as you made it back to the castle. You had gone out to pick berries in the late afternoon, and had lost track of time, due to how delicious they tasted, rather than picking them.

Suddenly the sound of hooves and voices made you start and hide behind a nearby tree.

"Right there! Don't let it get away!" A voice thundered.

Let what get away, you wondered, peering through the branches. Nothing.

Maybe it was too small for your human eyes to detect, but you couldn't be blamed. Since you were Elrond's adopted daughter, sometimes you were teased about that.

Shhhh....

Straightening, you listened intently as someone's feet scuffed the leaves. "We will have to scout around tonight." A mellow voice announced.

You recognized that voice....

"Go ahead, I'll scout here. Go to the northeast part."

Could it be....

Heart thudding, you inched around the trunk, feeling it scrape at your dress and basket. The tall person was a silhouette against the dark blue of the night.

If only you were graceful.

The dang dip in the dirt had caught your shoes, and you stumbled forward, nearly spilling your basket. Reaching out, your hands collided with his hard chest.

You would have hit your head on his chest if he hadn't caught your arms, holding you steady.

"Oh, sorry! I was just coming back from picking berries, and-" you started, but he smoothly said, "Are you okay, my Lady?"

Meeting his gaze, a breath caught in your throat. "Prince Legolas...."

His blond hair was swept back neatly, not a hair out of place. Blue eyes roamed your form, and beneath them, a straight nose and gentle smile.

A green tunic and black pants and boots covered his slim figure, his signature longbow and arrows on his back.

King Thranduil's heir was in front of you. The Prince himself!

Immediately realizing your choice of words, you quickly replied, "I'm sorry, my Lord. I should not have addressed you in that way. It was rude of me to do so."

To prove your point, you took your hands off his chest as well, but he still held your arms, gently.

"No need to apologize, my Lady. It's awfully dark right now. What is your name, and from whose castle are you from?"

"Y/N L/N. My father is Lord Elrond. I'm adopted."

"Ah..." A look of content and realization crossed his face. He obviously knew you were a human, because of your clumsiness.

"My Lord, I must be getting back."

"Please, call me Legolas. If I may call you Y/N, that is." He put a hand up, smiling slightly.

Once again, you felt your breath in your throat. "Legolas."

His name felt so good coming off of your lips. It felt sacred, since he was referred to as My Lord, usually.

"Y/N," he said, "I'm on patrol tonight, to look out for spiders. But I suppose that can wait, if you'll allow me to accompany you back...?"

Oh, my God.

Nodding, you let him guide you to his horse and sit you on it, while he sat behind you. "Comfortable?" He inquired, grabbing the reins.

"Yes, I'm fine." You replied.

He slapped the reins, taking off into the night, not wanting to waste time.

The breeze was chilly, sending goosebumps across your skin, but the warmth of Legolas's arms around you helped a little bit.
Sometimes it was annoying that Elves had superior senses to humans. Better eyesight, hearing, and they couldn't feel cold!

The hooves thundered against the ground, the only sound other than the whoo of an owl, or a small creature scuttling away.

You gripped the horse's mane, feeling how the silky hair wove between your fingers.

"We are close, Y/N. Do not worry." Legolas assured you, pressing his chest closer to you to get better control of the horse.

Soon the looking towers of your adopted father's castle came into view. He stopped the steed and got off, helping you as well.

"Thank you, Legolas." You stated, smiling gently, and he nodded. "You're most welcome, Y/N. Have a good night."

Though he had a hand on the horse, his lips were parted as he glanced at you. He took a step, but then stepped back, looking down, possibly regretting his decision.

Okay, then.

Gripping your basket, you gently touched his arm, so briefly it may not have qualified as a touch- "I hope the same goes for you as well."

His face was a tomato when he lifted it. But he cleared his throat, making you hide your smile in the dark. "Well then. Goodnight, Y/N."

You stepped away a few feet and stood on the steps to the castle. "Good night, Legolas."

Without another word, he smiled quickly before mounting his steed and walking off.