Middle Earth One-Shots (Characters X Reader) (LOTR/TH)

11. It's Not That Bad [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: I'm so sorry I have not been writing as often. I've had zero time. But anyWaYS...here is a fic that has been requested by someone who has always been into my writing so thank you for supporting me and here is a fic for you! Additionally, I did some research on herbs and stuff so I could make this at least a little accurate!

Request: From Tumblr— Hellooo i hope you're having a good day ^-^ I was wondering if I could request a Legolas x reader? Something like she's travelling with the fellowship and is kinda the unspoken "mom" of the group, like she's always doing her best to make sure everyone's safe, and reminding Pippin and Merry to be careful and stuff like that. Just an all-around motherly person lol (mainly to the Hobbits bc they're her babies but she looks after the other guys too) I think it'd be cute ^^ Thank you!

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N), a healer, travels with the fellowship. She takes care of everyone and is basically "the mom friend."

Word Count: 2, 510

Warnings: battle wounds that are kinda graphicish?

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It's Not That Bad

(Y/N) was a well known healer throughout all of Arda. Many traveled to her for treatment for life threatening ailments. But now, now it was her time to travel throughout the lands of Middle Earth in search of a salvation for all. A gruesome quest to destroy the evil ring of power had begun and someone well versed in natural apothecary was needed. (Y/N), of course, volunteered for this role for there was no one better suited than her. Besides, it was her duty to contribute to the survival of this world as she was one in it and relied heavily on what the earth produced. And if Sauron was to rule.....well, we all know where that would lead: no earth, no life, just darkness.

(Y/N) ruffled through her dark-brown leather satchel as she sifted through her healing herbs. Little pouches filled with athelas leaves, echinacea stalks, alder bark, valerian roots, and more piled inside the confinements of the fabric.

"Sam," She called out. "Would you mind making hot tea for Frodo while I take care of Strider's cut?"

The little hobbit ran over instantly and she passed him a couple pouches naming each one out loud, "Valerian root, dried chamomile pedals, and sycamore bark." She then lowered her voice and leaned it, for it wasn't anyone else's business to hear. "It will help him sleep and deter the anxieties the ring bestows upon him."

Sam nodded quickly and set to work as (Y/N) moved towards Aragorn who sat upon a large rock.

"Let me have a look."

The dunedain rolled his eyes, "(Y/N), it is not that bad. Just a scratch."

The young women sighed in annoyance and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a slash across his bicep. He was right—to an extent—it wasn't terrible. He would not need stitches. However, it did need to be cleaned and wrapped for infections were nasty things.

(Y/N) started by pouring some alcohol over the wound; receiving a harsh hiss from the dunedain in response. She muttered a quick apology before continuing. The young woman ground athelas leaves into a fine paste and expertly smeared it onto the cut. She then unrolled gauze and placed it upon the wound. Lastly, she pulled white dressings from her satchel. She gingerly wrapped it around his arm, yet she was careful to still pull it taught as the goal was to keep the athelas paste in and bacteria out.

She stood up and brushed her hands off before placing them firmly on her hips. "See Strider, it takes only a couple minute."

He grumbled at her comment but thanked her for the medical attention.