Lord of the Rings Oneshots

Fear of the Future | Legolas

 "Meleth nín." The soft voice belonging to Legolas calls out. I turn to face him, tearing my gaze away from the massive window I previously starred out. My (y/h/c) locks whipping behind me, the intricate braids a servant placed keeping the hairs from becoming a deadly weapon. While he still dons the intricate circlet from Aragorn's coronation, he switched the silky formal attire for his usual leathers. His blonde hair was pulled from his face in his signature braids, perfectly showing off his sharp high cheekbones and sharp jaw.

'How on Earth did I land him?'

Subconsciously, I rub my hands down the side of the dress that had been left for me to wear this morning. It was loose and flowing like most elven styled dresses. It was a blush pink that the servant told me suited my (y/s/c) perfectly. The design was simple, but I preferred it over some of the constricting dresses I've seen the nobles wearing. My hair resembled the braids I'd seen on Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones, adorned with hair jewelry, a declared circlet resting on my head. At the time the ensemble made me feel regal and beautiful, but now standing before Legolas I felt like a fraud.

"Hey." I shyly reply, the insecurities bubbling inside of me. Not being from Middle Earth, the thought of not belonging here always lingered in the back of my mind. I was able to push it aside during the quest of destroying the One Ring and defeating Sauron, but now there was nothing else to distract me from the painful question.

'What happens to me now?'

"I've been looking everywhere for you." He gives me a blinding smile, practically gliding to me. He takes my hands in his own, a few centimeter separating us as we just look at each other. My (y/e/c) scan his face, trying to memorize every inch and brand it in my brain. Who knows how long we'll be like this. His blue eyes intently study my face, the dreamy expression on his face slowly fading until an unreadable expression is all that's left. Anxiety builds in my mind at the change of face, my brain going into overdrive in panic.

"What? Is there a massive bug on my face?" I jokingly ask, attempting to break the tension. It didn't work.

"There's something bothering you. What is it, mell nin?" he asks, his tone soft as silk. The anxiety of the uncertainty of my future that been building the past few days, breaks that damn of the facade I'd put up. A sign leaves my mouth, breaking eye contact with Legolas to stare. at my feet, donning beautiful silk slippers.

"I'm worried." I simply say. Looking up to meet Legolas' gaze. The softness in his gaze melts me to the core. "I'm worried about what happens next, in general. Everyone here has somewhere to go back to, but not me. My home is worlds away." I mutter, not able to look directly in his eyes, instead staring at the side of his face. He's silent for a moment, thinking of a proper response.

"Isn't it obvious." he simply says. I open my mouth to reply to him but he cuts me off before I can. He move his head so his eyes stare directly into mine. "You are the woman I love, elf, human, or even dwarf I choose you, meleth nin. You will always have a home with me." He rest his forehead against mine, our noses touching.

"Really?" I say in disbelief, embarrassingly enough my eyes beginning to water slightly.

"Yes, and I apologize for any moment you felt uncertain about your future." he softly replies.

"And what of your father? Won't he not approve of a mortal girl in his court, ruining his son?" I ask, talking as soft as Legolas but with a playful undertone to my question.

"I suppose he will just have to live with it." Legolas says, returning my tone, a smile spreading across his face, my expression mimicking his. I lean forward and press a delicate kiss on his lips. Before he has a moment to properly react I pull back.

"Orthach 'uren ir tirach enni." I tell him. A small laugh bubbles from his mouth, his eyes the shape of present moons. "What?"

"Your pronunciation still needs work, Meleth nin." He says, no longer attempting to hide his laughter. The sound is one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. The sound is sweeter than the most enchanting minstrel. While beautiful, his normal facial expression is stern and serious, the weight of Sauron's influence weighing on him. But in moments like these where he laughs freely with little to no cares in the world, resembling a child full of wonder and excitement, he's the most beautiful I've ever seen. I can't bring myself to do anything but stare and appreciate the moment.

"Alright, alright if you don't stop this my dinner is going to come back up. Let's get to the celebration!" Gimili's gruff voice suddenly interrupts our moment. We both turn to face the dwarf, while he attempts to maintain a stern expression, I can see the softness under his gaze.

"So I can beat you in a drinking contest?" I challenge the dwarf, letting go of Legolas' hands, moving towards Gimli.

"Is that a challenge lass?" he questions. I reach his side and grab his arm, looping my arm with him.

"It's not a challenge Gimli, it's a fact." I simply says as we move to the celebration hall. Before we completely disappear, I turn my head as Gimli rambles on about dwarves alcohol and celebration. Legolas is stood in his same spot, wearing the same dreamy expression. I give him an over the top wink with a blinding smile.

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Elvish Translations:

- Meleth nin: My love

- Orthach 'uren ir tirach enni: You lift up my heart when you look at me

- Mell nín: My beloved