The Hobbit Imagines

2. Legolas x Reader

Leaves and twigs crunched beneath your bare feet as you wandered through the forest. You were around 40 days through Autumn, and the branches of the trees were almost completely bare. Knowing that the elves of Mirkwood would be preparing for the feast of Quellë, Lord Elrond sent you from Rivendell as his representative. He was too busy to attend and thought, being his only niece, it would be good for you to socialise with other elves.

You, however, could think of nothing worse; sitting at a table with the pompous Mirkwood Royals- you dreaded it. That was why you were taking your time arriving, and you would not hesitate to leave quickly. You did not want to stay for longer than necessary. Now, you were not perfect. In fact, many people thought your behaviour disagreeable at the best of times. It was in your nature, it was in your blood to enjoy exploring, climbing, training and travelling which not many of the Rivendell elves approved of. You also had an attitude that would put anyone, even the king to shame. People called you hot-tempered which you weren't really, you just didn't like it when people were rude. They say your personality suited you, it matched your fiery-red hair. You would rather be slightly reckless than cruel like Thranduil. Though you had not met King Thranduil, you had heard enough about him to know exactly what to think of him. You could only assume his son (whose name escaped you) was the same: spoilt, arrogant and ruthless. You scoffed, laughing to yourself- The Mirkwood elves always seemed to find some reason celebrate... You believed they just wanted an excuse to submerged themselves in wine and food.

While captivated in thought, you strayed from the path, not noticing the sudden drop beyond the tree line. You continued to saunter in that direction and soon broke through the trees. Luckily, you stopped just short of the 50 foot cliff that plunged down into a terrain of sharp rocks and thorns. Watching out over the landscape, you admired the gentle strokes of cerulean and gold painting the sky. You edged one foot out further, unaware of the lack of support for the ledge you were standing on. The thin soil beneath you strained at the effort of holding itself up and suddenly began to crumble. Peering down spied a few small cracks appearing and gasped. As soon as you tried to jump back to the sturdier ground, the ledge gave way and you dropped. Letting out a shrill cry, you flailed for a moment. Then your instincts kicked in and your hand lashed out like a whip to grab onto something, anything. Desperately, your finger wrapped around a large stone which jutted out of the cliff face. Latching your other hand onto a notch in the cliff, you kicked your legs about until you found a stable foot-grip. Your chest rose and fell rapidly at the shock "Oh god, oh god." You repeated trying to calm yourself, but the terror wasn't over. The clay-like soil which you held onto for dear life started to break off into little pieces in your hand. You threw the fistful of soil out into the abyss and the force of the action caused your body swing away from the rock. Screaming as your foot slipped further down the face of the cliff, you stretched your arm up, trying to climb back to the top.

Out of nowhere, a strong hand appeared and grabbed yours. Tightly, the hand gripped you and tensed as it lifted you. Gratefully, you dug your fingers into the arm of the person who had come to your aid and hauled your body up and onto the strong ground. You laid there with your hands and chest pressed firmly against the ground for fear of falling again. A few moments of awkward silence passed before you rolled onto your back and stared up at the sky. The mysterious person knelt down beside you and asked in a smooth voice, a man's voice "You're not hurt, are you?" You shook your head and gulped, your mouth dry from screaming. The person then questioned "What were you doing down there?" ... You squinted at the sky. Maybe you were still dazed, but you were pretty sure that was a stupid question. Sarcastically, you chirped with a false smile "I was bird-watching." A moment of quiet settled onto the scene before the person scoffed "Well, you're welcome." You frowned "I didn't say thank you." He laughed "That was my point..." You sat up, your knees tucked to your chest and finally looked at the person. He was not what you were expecting. His long, light blond hair and deep blue eyes took your breath away- he was a Mirkwood elf clearly. Your eyes lingered on his friendly smile a little too long while he just stared back at you. You muttered "Thank you." Glancing away, you could tell he was still smiling at you. "I'm Y/N, by the way. Who are you?" The man watched you for a second, narrowing his eyes as if you were playing some trick, and then asked "You don't know me?" You shook your head and shrugged. "You really don't know who I am?" He giggled. How big was this guy's ego? He may be gorgeous but he's certainly got some sort of 'god-complex' going on. "No, I don't know who you are. But clearly you think you're important." He interrupted you, defending himself "I am important." You stood and brushed the dust off of your clothes- Elrond wouldn't be happy about the state of your attire "Of course you are." "Is that anyway to speak to the man who just saved your life?" He also got up and walked closer to you. You smirked dismissively "Well, I already said thank you. And anyway, I didn't need saving. I had it under control." That wasn't at all true but you would not let this mystery man get to you. He rolled his eyes and commented "Obviously. One could hear that from your hysterical screams." You blushed a deep pink shade and turned away, embarrassed. Once again, you stared out at the horizon; the sky was darker, not by much and stars began to appear, dotted around the sky.

Holding your head high, you faced him again and huffed "If that is all, Mr. Important, I'll be going now." You began to march off but he followed closely by your side. "You sure you know the way?" He teased. You ignored him, looking ahead determinedly, but in all honesty, you weren't too sure. The man continued a rather one sided conversation, asking you questions which went unanswered. Eventually, you reached the gates of Thranduil's caverns. He asked you one last question "Will I see you at the celebration tonight?" You glared at him "Why would that matter?" He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, something mischievous shadowed his features as he replied "Not only did I save you, I also escorted you here safely. The least you can do is have one dance with me." You thought about this for a moment. Was he being serious? There was nothing to indicate otherwise. Once again you found yourself admiring his face. You sighed and smiled "Yes, I will be there. And I will save you a dance." Triumphantly, he grinned at you as you strutted away towards the door. He called after you "Promise?" You turned back and nodded "I promise." He sighed contently and then shouted "Legolas! My name is Legolas." You waved to show you'd heard him and then giddily, you hurried through the corridors. A servant greeted you and showed you the way to your room, where you began to tidy yourself up for the celebration.

Later that evening, an array of dresses were brought to you from which you chose a lavender chiffon, floor-length gown with a satin ribbon around the middle. You braided your hair and chose silver, flat, slip-on shoes. You heard a knock on your door and curiously opened it. Stood outside was a young maid who was calling in to say that the feast was about to begin. Excitedly, you stepped outside your room. The young she-elf stared at you, amazed and mumbled "You look like beautiful. I wouldn't be surprised if the prince fell for you." You gushed at the idea and then inquired "What is the prince like? Is he like his father?" The servant shook her head sternly "No, not at all. The prince is gentle to us all. I mean, Prince Legolas is kind and brave and..." You didn't hear the rest of what she said as you zoned out at the mention of his name. It couldn't be Legolas. The Legolas you met earlier today? Noting your confusion the main asked if you were alright. You nodded and waved away her concern, stating "I must be going, don't want to be late." Then hurried away.

Laughter and merry chattering could be heard even before you reached the grand hall where hundreds of well-dressed folk danced and drank. You searched desperately for Legolas, you wanted so badly to speak to him- to apologise for the way you had acted earlier. You considered the idea that you didn't even care about him being the prince, he was more than kind to you and you just wanted to see him anyway. You had never thought that about anyone, let alone a boy you just met. Oh god... It wasn't. No. It was. Feelings. Now this was going to be interesting.

Someone coughed from behind you and you whirled around to find Legolas with a dumb-founded look across his face. "You look amazing." He stuttered. You couldn't help but blush, and then you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him aside, out of ear-shot of everyone else. You whispered harshly "Why didn't you tell me you were the prince?!" Legolas looked down at you and a small smirk played on his lips "You didn't recognise me and I liked it. You weren't afraid to be yourself. And besides, you didn't tell me that you were Lord Elrond's niece! My father mentioned it and I couldn't believe I'd been so foolish as to try and flirt with you." You gasped "You were flirting with me?" He looked away shyly "I was trying to. But if I'd have known, I wouldn't have been so forward." You laughed "And that would have been a shame." Legolas's eyes met yours and he realised that you meant you were okay with how you had met. He gently took your hand and placed a light kiss on the back of it. Your heart fluttered and beat ten times faster. "I believe I owe you an apology for being so rude this morning." He scoffed "The only thing you owe me is a dance, remember?" You laughed and nodded happily. Linking arms, you glided out onto the middle of the room. He bowed and you curtsied, and then began to dance in each other's arms. You gulped nervously "People are watching." He smirked "That's because I'm the prince." Rolling your eyes you retorted "Okay, Mr. Important. But now you know I'm Lord Elrond's niece." Legolas sighed "There never were a better pair... I wonder what my father would say." You frowned, confused "About what?" He replied "About us." "There's an us." You raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"Absolutely. I didn't save your life for no reason. Now we can spend it together."

Aww Leggy, always the romantic <3 I realised I hadn't written one for Legolas is ages, so I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please vote and tell me what you thought in the comments! As always, requests are open so feel free to send them in and I will see you guys for the next one <3

~Niamh~