Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Legolas- Oblivious

This oneshot was inspired by @LegolasMyPrince . This was supposed to be short, about 500 words or so but ended up being 3800. I may have an issue. On to the story!

"Legolas! I swear to Eru, I will kill you if you don't give me my bag!" 

The teasing elf held your bag above your head, using your height to amuse himself. Though short, you were a great warrior, hence why you were on the quest as part of the Fellowship of the Ring. 

You and Prince Legolas had been friends since birth, your mothers being childhood friends. But ever since the two women hadn't returned from their mission in Mount Gundabad, you and Legolas's shared grief brought you closer than ever. As the two of you grew older and stronger, that grief turned into memory, and you remained the closest of friends. 

It was dusk at the camp. Boromir was playfully teaching the hobbits to use a sword while Aragorn and Gandalf conversed intensely and Gimli sharpened his ax. Legolas danced around the campfire, laughing and refusing to yield. You chased him uselessly. 

"Not until you say it, (y/n)," he reminded you. "You promised, after all."

You groaned dramatically and knocked your head against his broad chest. You did not want to look him in the eyes when you said this. Instead, you studied his and your feet, which were only a couple inches apart. 

"Legolas Thranduilion is the best archer in all of Arda," you submitted to his torture by finally saying his desired affirmations. There was more to these verses, but you did not want to finish them. Trying to change his course of thought, you mischievously added, "But (y/n) is better."

"Go on," he coaxed, clearly not falling for your distraction. You looked up to see he was holding the straps of your bag with only one finger as if to tease and tempt you even more. The sudden warmth in your cheeks made your skin glow pink. 

"I cannot, Legolas. It's embarrassing..." you said quietly with a defeated sigh. For a split second, the elf's smile faltered with disappointment, but it was quickly revived to its former smirk. 

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep this bag," he said with false disappointment. 

"And he is the most handsome," you quickly blurted out and crossed your arms with an angry huff. "Now are you satisfied?"

You turned your back to him, frustrated indeed with his teasing. There had been an unspoken thing between you two ever since you both came of age. A hidden romance, you would call if it you were aware of its presence at all. Everyone else seemed to see it an ask if you were courting the prince, but you would always reply with, "He's just a friend. A really old friend." Of course, no one believed you. 

They saw the way you and Legolas acted around each other. The two of you would cuddle and take long walks together, surprise each other with pecks on the cheek. Some of your female friends had told you that Legolas always stares at you with warm, loving eyes from afar (when you weren't side by side, of course), to which you replied, "Loving eyes! Well, he better love me if I'm going to be his friend." A terrible comeback, you knew. But you had always denied any thought of being more than a friend to Legolas, even though your heart wanted to do otherwise. 

Legolas gently set your bag down by the fire. He then wrapped his arms around your midsection and buried his face in your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. You relaxed and placed your hands over his, weaving your fingers together. 

"Thank you, mellon nin," he breathed into your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Why should I be welcome when you agonize me so," you replied, eyes closed with fatigue and desire to cherish his touch.