Legolas Oneshots & Headcanons (Discontinued)

Light In The Dark (Angst)

This is a request from @hillary265
I hope you enjoy it!

     There it is again.

Stupid. Crazy. Moron. Dull.

     These are words that I've grown up hearing, and am used to hearing. But that doesn't mean it gets any easier when they're spoken.

Bitch. Fucking retard. What's wrong with you?

      Whether it was at school or at home, I heard them.

       I've wanted to talk to somebody about how I've felt these past few days, but who would listen? They'd brush it off, or say that I wanted attention. Which made it even worse.

        At school I smile to hide it away, because what if someone found out and used it against me? What would everyone say?

Attention whore. It's probably fake, isn't it?

         My longtime friend and crush, Legolas Thranduillion, however, was one of the few people in my life who understands me at least. I haven't told him about my depression, but I can't say for sure if he knows.

          He's an Elf, after all, and they don't really discuss that type of thing.

          The gentle rush of the water in the bathtub hits my ears harshly. I pause, my finger over Legolas's contact in my phone.

Plop.

         Too late, my tears blur my vision and before I know it, I'm calling Legolas!

          "Oh, God..."

          Hastily wiping my eyes, I adjust myself in the tub, and take a breath. He picks up on the third ring. "Y/N?"

           "H-hey, Legolas." I said weakly, cursing myself silently for stuttering, but why would he go for someone as weak as me?

             "Y/N, are you alright? You don't sound too good, is everything okay?" He replied, his tone now serious.

         Damn his sensitive hearing!

         "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just having a spa day at my house, trying to relax. What about you?" I started, feeling the guilt roll over me.

         "You definitely don't sound fine, are you sure you're okay?"

          Why was he so sweet? I didn't deserve him.

          I could hear shuffling of fabric and the sound of a door. "I'm coming over."

          "No!"

           "Why not, Y/N, stop it and get to the point. Talk to me, I've known you for years."

          At that moment, more tears escaped. They hit the water with a soft plop. "I'm sorry, Legolas." I said as steadily as I could, before hanging up.

          The phone now sits on the toilet lid, screen up.

          The only thing I hear is the erratic pounding of my heart, and the way my tears splash into the water.

           My brain is screaming at me to stop this, to not do this to myself as I slowly sink down into the tub. The cold metal showerhead seems to look at me in panic.

            It'll all be over, I just need to try and relax so it'll be easier for me to drown.

            I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice that the front door has opened and closed quickly.

            Of course. He lives across the street from me, in a blue and white two story house with a roommate.

              "Y/N! Where are you?" Legolas's voice tries to cut my reverie, but I brush it off. There are fast thundering footsteps on the stairs.

                "Y/N? Are you up here-" The doorknob of my bathroom is now shaking, and I sit up abruptly. No!

                "Whatever you're going to do-" he begins, and I cover my upper body as the door swings open.

           He stands in shock, seeing my red eyes and my phone, and a note on the counter. "Were you going to...."

            All the weight of the past few weeks has caught up to me at this point, and I duck my head forward and cry.

            I feel his hands, gentle and hesitantly rubbing my arms to pull me into an awkward hug. "Why didn't you ever tell me how you were feeling? I could have helped you." He murmured.

            Despite the fact that I'm nude, he makes an effort to look at my face. My legs are crossed over one another under the water.

             "I didn't think you'd react well...why would you want to hear about my problems, Legolas? I'm weak, and crying, and..."

           At this, he gently shushed me and kisses me softly. His mouth is soft, slightly chapped, but he's gentle and slow with it.

          "You're not weak, you've just kept it together for a long time. And I care about you, more than a friend, Y/N. That's why I was trying to keep your attention on the phone, for crying out loud." He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and kisses my forehead. "If you feel the same way, I'd love it if you were mine, Y/N."

             "But why would you want to be with someone who's damaged?" I was still unsure.

             He cups my face. "Then let me help you, Y/N. You're not the things people say about you. Trust me."

             I do not know what keeps you going everyday, but let me love you and everything you have, please.

            "Okay. I love you, Legolas." Nodding, this makes him smile at me, and I return it. "I love you too. Let's get you into some dry clothes, okay?"