Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)

Chocolate Chip Cookies (Modern/ Fluff)

"Can you get the baking sheet, please?"

Opening a lower cupboard, Legolas peered in, eyes widening at the bowls, measuring cups, and other objects he didn't have names for.

"What does it look like?"

"It's flat, wide, and silver." I said, mixing together the chocolate chip cookie dough in the bowl.

The poor Elf hesitantly grabbed the first thing he saw and held it up.

I looked over, and nodded. "That's it, thank you."

He straightened and closed the cupboard, setting the baking sheet down.

After washing my hands, I quickly greased the bottom of the tray with cooking spray, and then rolled my sleeves up.

Legolas watched as I made little spheres with the cookie dough and set them down a few inches apart on the tray.

"Wanna try some?" I offered, holding a small chunk of cookie dough.

"Isn't it raw?" He wrinkled his nose. "Wouldn't you get sick?"

I inwardly chuckled at his cluelessness. Of course he was- he wasn't in Middle Earth anymore.

"Not if you don't eat too much of it." I replied, popping a small chunk into my mouth.

The sweetness exploded on my tongue instantly, the chewy texture giving way under my teeth.

I finished it, and offered him a little piece.

"Fine. If I suffer from eating this, I shall never forgive you." He raised an eyebrow at me, taking the small piece and eating it.

His brows furrowed at the texture, but then the sweetness made up for it, and they raised in surprise.

"It's good, right?" I chuckled, encouraging him to loosen up a bit.

He washed his hands afterwards, and then followed suit, rolling globs of cookie dough into clumsy spheres.

"It tasted pretty good, actually. I liked it." He smiled, placing the last one on the tray. "We don't have cookies like this in Middle Earth."

Sliding the tray into the pre-heated oven, I closed it up. Setting the timer, I felt a burning sensation on me, and looked up. The Elf was watching me, bug-eyed, and lips parted.

"You didn't have gloves on! How-?"

"I did it quickly." I responded, not sure how else to answer the question. I've always liked baking, but I never put oven mitts on when first putting the tray in.

"You don't have to have oven mitts on when first placing it in the oven. Well, it depends on what you bake, anyway." I tried to explain.

"I swear, this world will kill me." He murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose. "All your fancy gadgets and stuff. How does anyone go a day living here?"

At the sound of me clearing my throat, he turned into a tomato, and pressed his lips together. "Oh. Oh. My apologies, forgive me, Y/N."

Sighing gently, I wiped my newly washed hands on a towel. "Sure, we humans don't have perfect hair, or the gracefulness of you Elves, but we are more prone to pain and can adapt to it."

Legolas smirked when he heard the words 'perfect hair' and 'gracefulness'. "You're not wrong."

"Hey! That's not fair!" I laughed, setting the towel down.

The Elf Prince simply beamed, clearing his throat and going over to wash the dishes. "Could you help me, please?"

"These cookies are really good, wow." Legolas gushed, wiping his hands on a napkin.

They had finished baking a while ago, and we had eaten four of the twelve cookies made.

"I'm glad you like them. They're my favorite."

At this, he quirked a perfect eyebrow. "Favorite?"

"Um, it means you prefer it over something else."

Cringing inwardly at my explanation, I was met with relief when he nodded in understanding. "So if I were to say I prefer these to some of the cookies in Middle Earth, they'd be my favorite?" He clarified, earning a nod.

The sun was setting, lighting the room gold, whilst outside the sky was an array of orange, pink, and blue.

Whilst packing some of the leftovers into a container, a rustling of papers hit my ears.

"Y/N, when we're done eating all the cookies, would a 'Red Velvet Cake' sound appealing?"