Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)

Speech (Angst)

*Aragorn might be a little out of character here, just so you know

Y/N's POV

The beating of my thudding heart was all I heard as I twisted the paper with my speech on it in my hands.

Outside, the crowd was cheering as Aragorn, the new king of Gondor, received his crown. He and Arwen were courting, and would soon be married! Lord Elrond had never looked happier for them both, especially his daughter.

But despite the fresh colorful flowers along the walls (courtesy of the Elves), and the silk curtains on the windows, now drawn back to let the glorious sunlight into the castle, I felt the all too familiar coldness run through my body.

"Oh, God," I mumbled, feeling how my heart rate picked up. It was like a jackhammer, and I'm pretty sure everyone could hear it. "Oh, why now?"

Two weeks ago, Aragorn had chosen me to say his speech, since I was one of the few who knew him pretty well (along with Legolas), which was why. Legolas, being so sweet, had gently reminded his friend that I could get pretty anxious sometimes. Aragorn had simply replied, "Well, Y/N, it might be good for your social skills! You cannot hide behind it forever, think about your everyday life!"

And I hated that he was so right! The fact that I got anxious sometimes made my life a bit difficult; I would take forever to do a task because I'd be scared it wasn't good enough, or I would not try things if I was absolutely sure I would fail. It's toxic, I know.

But as I stood in front of the wide tall doors that opened to the crowd waiting outside, the claminess of my palms was unmistakable.

Any second now. I would lose it.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Legolas inquired, seemingly coming out of nowhere.

Atop his head sat a delicate tiara and he wore a blue tunic and black leggings with matching boots. Those blond locks cascaded his shoulders gracefully.

"N-nothing, I'm just preparing t-to give m-my speech...." I mumbled quickly.

I quickly turned away from him, feeling the pools in my eyes. Dang it.

Furrowing his brows, his ears picked up my emotions. "Y/N, let me help you. I can tell Aragorn to delay the speech for a few more minutes."

"I-I think that'd be-"

My breath hitched on the word, and before I knew it, I was hyperventilating and crying quietly.

All of a sudden I was in Legolas's arms. I don't know what happened, but one second there was a space between us, and then none at all.

Gentle hands stroked my upper back, and patted it lightly. "Y/N, Y/N, it's okay. Just breathe, alright?"

He pulled away slightly and took a deep breath, and I inhaled shakily. Then exhaled as he did, slowly. The entire time, his brown orbs were so soft as he made sure I was okay. 

"Just focus on this, Y/N. Just breathe with me."

So I did. "Just breathe."

How was he so calm? He never seemed overly concerned or panicked, fact that at times could come off as insensitive, but right now, it was exactly what I needed. 

I don't know how long it was until my breathing was slow and steady, until he took a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket on him.

"Just breathe, nice and slow."

He gently patted my eyes with it, while smiling. "Good job, Y/N. You're doing great."

After putting it away, he rubbed my shoulder after I was calmed down. Noticing the now crumpled sheet of paper in my hand, I hastily rubbed it against my palm, but it was in vain. This earned a laugh out of both of us. 

"Sometimes we forget to do the thing that keeps us here, in times like this. So just slow down, and try to breathe, okay?"

* Sorry if this sucks, I was inspired, but I didn't think it through well enough. However, I did want to make a comforting story for anyone who has had a panic/ anxiety attack, and to remind you that there are better days!