Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)

Legolas x muscular reader (Angst)

"All right, that's it. Let's go shower and then eat something." Legolas raised the weight from your hands that you were bench pressing.

He put it back, and then with his help, you stood, your arms and legs burning. "Ah...." You winced.

"I'm sore too, Y/N, but you can do this, come on."

He threw an arm over your shoulders, skin glittering with sweat.

The both of you walked out of the gym and took showers, and then in the car ride home, you mixed up protein shakes for the two of you.

"Here you go." You chirped, handing him his bottle, and he took a swig before backing out of the parking lot. The refreshing cold of the drink soothed the warmth of your body.

You and Legolas had been dating for eight months. Three months ago, you got engaged.

He was kind and thoughtful with you, treating you well, even though you were a bit on the muscled side.

Your body was well toned and muscled, but you weren't like a bodybuilder.

Sometimes it made you self-conscious when you two were out in public. So many people made stereotypical remarks, but Legolas never seemed bothered by them.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" The Elf asked as he drove.

You traced a bulge of muscle on your right thigh. "Do you think I should ease up on how I workout?"

"No, why? You can take rest days, and cheat days, but if it needs mixing up, then go for it."

Sighing, this made Legolas pull over to the side of the road, just on the block where you two lived. He put the car into park before the blue orbs were on you.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

He was also one of the few people who really knew why you worked out. Before, you'd been a bit on the unfit side, but you weren't totally a couch potato. Now, you just didn't eat as much junk food and sugar and were more physically active.

"Some times I feel like my muscles are too much, and some people say that even if I did shed the weight and get stronger, I'm still the same-"

Suddenly two warm hands were on both sides of your face. They smelled like lime soap.

"Y/N, the person that you are now, and the person before are two different people. But if you think about it," he began, "most people who have been through what you have would turn to drugs, alcohol, food; some coping mechanism that isn't healthy in the long run. You didn't, and you found a way out through exercise and eating healthier."

At this, your eyes averted down. But a finger lifted your chin.

"These," he traced a finger on your solid arm, and then lightly poked the bulge of muscle on your thigh, "are a sign that you survived. That's what I love about you, you didn't let it bring you down. You're one of the strongest people I know."

Turning your head, you kissed his palm, and he shut his eyes. "Thank you." You whimpered.

He always knew what to say, compared to you, but you tried at least.

"Also," there was a lustful look in his eyes, "you could easily get my head in between your thighs as I-"

Your mouth was in an O. "Legolas!" You cried, and the rest of the ride was filled with laughs and knowing looks.

Regardless, he was right. You had survived, and were in a better place due to your lifestyle changes.