The Hobbit Imagines

4. Legolas x Reader

Hey guys, this one was requested by kittycat1066 - I'm sorry it took a while, I've tried to make it quite long to make up for the time :) I really liked writing this one so I hope you enjoy it!

This was it, you couldn't stay here. What would they think of you? They would cast you out, shame you. If you got out fast, you wouldn't have to face it. But then, where do you go? Who will help you? You were alone... Almost. And it was time to grow up, or devastation would surely ensue.

Truly, your sudden flight from Eldamar would cause a stir, you wondered. Without any time to think it through, you decided to run away, it was the safest choice for you now. In the black of night, you packed a rucksack: whatever coin you had kept safe, a spare change of clothes, and a flask of water. And then you jumped on the next boat across to the mainland- away from the trouble of your old life.

The little boat carried you all the way to the Baranduin, or Brandywine River as the locals called it. When you arrived, you were greeted with the most intriguing sight- an entire village of little people. Your excitement was almost unobtainable but you were quickly brought back to reality when you realised that after paying your fare for the boat journey, you had practically no coin left. It would not sustain you very long, but you used the last of it to buy some vegetables and bread from a little person named Mr. Bolger. He was a charming fellow who offered his services willingly. During a quick tour about the Shire, you were introduced to a few friendly faces. You were informed that the 'little people' were actually Hobbits. You knew of them from tales back in Eldamar but had never come across one before. It occurred to you that Hobbit were perhaps the most affable and agreeable creatures you had ever known. Each one greeted you with a smile, though having to crane their due to your height. Being an elf, it meant you stuck out like an Ent in their lilliputian world. Two curious little men were happy to meet you, they were called Merry and Pippin. Everyone was so welcoming and Eldamar was the farthest from your thoughts it had ever been. A woman named Rosie asked where you were headed, and you admitted you weren't too sure. "Wherever the nearest elves are, I suppose." You told them. They named a few places, all that you were familiar with. Thanking them, you decided your path would be to Mirkwood. You had heard plenty about it, and it was far enough from the coast that no one from your life before would ever find you. "Could you advise me of the clearest trail?" You asked. Rosie's eyes widened "My dear, it's too far to walk! Especially alone!" She fussed about you and instructed you to take a carriage, but you knew unfortunately you could not afford it. Rosie... Good, kind Rosie was having none of it. She smiled and instead offered to lend you her family's one from the farm. Overjoyed and so grateful, you had no words, you hugged her tightly. Rosie didn't know it, but she may have just saved a life.

As all good things come to an end, eventually you had to move on with your journey. Your new friends had wished you well as they waved goodbye, and sung your praise that night whilst they enjoyed their ale. In your new cart, you set out for the next stretch. According to the Hobbits, it could take over a month to arrive but it was worth it. It had to be worth it.

A MONTH LATER...

Birds twittered gaily as they glided overhead, amongst the tree canopy. Sighing, you smiled slightly- how different this foreign land was to your home. There were so many shades of green and gold for the eye to indulge itself, and the peculiar scent of petrichor to appease the senses; it was far from the stony bridges of Eldamar. On your travels, you had heard other beings call it Faërie which you much preferred, it sounded magical. You often thought of your friends back at the Shire. Since then, you had met many others, in Bree and along the East Road. Though you were excited to meet knew people, you were careful to guard yourself. There was something about this land that made you nervous.