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Royaltui in Mel, a Dagr >> Legolas Greenleaf X Princess!Elf!Reader

Title: Royaltui in Mel, a Dagr (translation from Sindarin: Royalty in Love, and War)

Paring: Legolas X Elven!Reader

Warnings: has some violence and war, like the books/movies. Also fluff, bed sharing, kisses.

Spoilers: YES! For all of the Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit books/movies.

Requested by: chats_little_fox

Author's Note: The requester wished to have the reader as an Elven Princess. I said yes because I've always wanted to write something like this...even if I'm not the biggest fan of Legolas (I mean, the dude's cool and all, but it's hard to have a crush on both the father and son in the family without it being awkward...team Thranduil for lyf)...anyways. I did my best, and I wrote a thing! Enjoy!

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The path was long, and the journey, often dangerous, but still, you lived. It was something that elves did best, you believed, living; they often lived longer than other species, preserving cultures within their words and tomes hidden away in the forests they lived within. As the daughter of the Lord of Lothlórien, you had been raised from a young age to be a defender of the forest, for elf kind, but when you had heard that this training was for none, you partially went into a sort of despair.

Lord Elrond knew of your abilities; you could fell many spiders with the stroke of your sword, adept at the arts of defence, acrobatics as well as the other things females destined to become royalty one day were supposed to. You were known as Princess __________, but being the leader of the guard of the Golden Wood, you preferred to be just __________; titles could wait until there was a throne under your foot and a gilded crown upon your head. He knew of your abilities, yes, but still, word told that he chose the aid of a Man from Gondor instead of you, and decreed that nine would take the ring to Mordor, and only nine.

The despair was short lived, as the night the word had reached you, you had packed yourself a traveling kit, the gear to sleep upon, to eat, to fight with, and told your father what you were doing. You did not tell him there was any choice in the matter on his part, because he knew that already. Your mother was Galadriel, and she was the wisest, and the most headstrong of elves there were. Thus, you departed for your mission; to watch over the fellowship of the ring, to keep them safe from wraiths and harm.

But the day you woke late, harm fell upon the group you swore to yourself to protect. You arrived too late, and stood upon the hill, and watched the man Boromir as he fell, arrows deep within his chest. You lost your breath, tears biting upon your eyes. But they did not hinder your sight, as you quickly drew your twin swords, and fought off the oncoming Orc attack. Because of your fight there that day, the two Hobbits made away that day, and the son of King Thranduil and the Man, heir to Gondor, and a Dwarf were about to depart when you ran upon the shore.

"Do not leave me behind!" you screamed, waving your sword.

The light glinted, glaring into the light eyes of the elven prince, and with his hands at the oars, stilled the boat. You ran out across the shallow waters, your pack bouncing, swords held high until you were to your neck in the water, and made it to the boat.

You were treading water, swimming, but still, the Man did not lend a hand to help you up. He looked at you with a dark, furrowed brow, lips set. "Who are you, and what are your intentions?"

"Get me out of the water!" you cried out, "My Lembas bread is going to be ruined!"

The elven man shifted, and reaching out, gave you a hand into the boat. You were soaked to the bone indeed, and dripping much water into the boat. Your hair plastered to your face, hood down, the males in the boat looked at you in a strange way.