LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Legolas - The Right One

Legolas x reader

Requested: Yes! ​ requested a fluff oneshot with Legolas a while ago (sorry for the wait!)

Warnings: sassy jealous Legolas, it's not nsfw but there is some tension going on!

A/N: I wrote this mostly for ​ but also a bit for myself :)

"I need your help," you sighed, dragging Legolas to your chambers.

He didn't struggle, knowing that it wouldn't help him. Your stubbornness was something he'd learn to live with a long time ago.

Against his will, might he add.

"I'd like to think there's a reason for you to drag me to your chambers, besides the obvious fact you cannot resist me," he smirked.

"Oh, get over yourself, princeling," you answered, rolling your eyes.

When you entered your chambers, you walked straight to your dressing room.

"Wait here," you instructed.

Legolas obeyed, and stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. He didn't look around, knowing this chamber by heart because he had spend a lot of time in here. He was your best friend after all.

After a few seconds you returned from your closet with two beautiful dresses in your arms, holding them in front of you alternatively.

You looked at Legolas and perked an eyebrow, awaiting his reaction. But he just stared at you, his thoughts obviously somewhere else, his eyes turning sad and that one line appeared between his brows.

"What is it?" you asked, not understanding where his mood change came from all of a sudden.

He blinked a few times, and his smug expression returned.

"I know you want something from me, but...?"

You groaned, raising the dresses again.

"You need to help me choose between these two dresses, duh..."

He sighed dramatically, and plopped down on your bed.

"You don't need me for that, just pick whatever you want."

He let himself fall back on your blankets, arms sprawled out.

"Legolas, you're my friend and friends help each other," you groaned. "I need to look my best."

You missed the pained expression on his face when you said friend.

He raised his head and looked at the dresses.

"The blue one," he said, and he let his head fall back on the bed again.

You looked at the blue one, and frowned.

"You sure?"

"Yes, the blue one. I assume you have a date of some sort and the red one is way too revealing for a first date."

You scoffed. "Legolas, they're both floor-length. The only difference between them is that the red one has short sleeves and the blue one has long ones."

"Exactly," he murmured.

"You're being ridiculous," you laughed, and hung the red dress on your dresser.

You walked to your dressing room to return the blue one. You were leaning towards the red dress anyways, and Legolas' answer confirmed it was the right choice.

"So I was right about the date?"

Legolas' voice sounded from your bed, a certain edge to it you couldn't place.