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Silver Reins ⋆˚࿔

Legolas x Female! Reader

Summary: When the Fellowship is forced to share horses on their journey across Middle Earth, you’re paired with the last person you expected, Legolas. Riding in front of him should have been innocent, but with every shift of the saddle, every breath against your neck, it gets harder to pretend you don’t notice, so you stop pretending. What starts as subtle teasing quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when the composed elven prince finally cracks.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Sexual teasing (reader-initiated), Riding position tension (literally), p in v sex, Slight dom!Legolas energy, let me know if i missed anything! <3

Word Count: 1k

A/N: first fic i’m writing on this account as i’m new to tumblr, and my first EVER smut hence it’s kinda short so apologies if it’s bad.

There weren’t many horses left when the Fellowship set out from Rivendell, supplies were stretched, and pairs had to share mounts as you traveled across Middle Earth. When Elrond told the Fellowship you’d need to share horses, you didn’t expect to be paired with him.

“You shall ride with Legolas.”

He’d only given you a graceful nod, eyes as cool and unreadable as always, not a single flicker of surprise. Typical.

You, on the other hand, had to turn away before your expression betrayed just how much you didn’t mind being pressed against the impossibly perfect form of the elven prince.

What you didn’t expect was to be riding in front.

It made sense, he could guide the reins, but it meant your back was flush against his chest. It meant your thighs were spread over the saddle with his legs caging yours. It meant every time the horse shifted… you felt everything.

The first few hours, you tried to behave, but it was hard to ignore him. Every movement of the horse made you shift, and every shift brought you closer. His hands were steady on the reins just beside your hips, but you could feel the tension humming through him. His breath was warm against your neck. Controlled. Too controlled.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice like velvet sliding over stone.

“Very,” you murmured.

You leaned back slightly. Just a little.

Enough to press your lower back to the front of his thighs.

You felt it, even then, a twitch, a catch in his breath. Barely there, but real.

⸻

The next day, you were bolder.

You stretched in the saddle more often, letting your hips roll a little. Adjusted your seat with unnecessary slowness, and arched your back after long hours of riding, subtly grinding against him.

Each time, he shifted. Just a hair. But never spoke.

Until…

“You move quite a lot,” he said tightly, on the third day.

You turned your head, feigning innocence. “Do I? Sorry. I suppose I’m just sore. Hard to sit still with thighs aching like this.”

You heard it, the inhale through his teeth, Sharp. Strangled.

You smiled. Dangerously.

By the time the sun began to dip behind the hills, the air was hot and thick with tension and sweat. The Fellowship rode in silence, accompanied only by the distant sounds of horses’ hooves and the creak of leather straps. You let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You smell like forests,” you said softly. “Do all elves smell like this, or just you?”

You felt him tense.

“I do not know,” he said, voice tight. “I have never asked.” somewhat unamused by his predicament.

You smiled again. Then slowly, you let your hips roll with the rhythm of the horse, a deliberate sway that dragged you against him, back to front.

That was when you felt him.

The hard press of him beneath you.

You went still.

So did he. A horrible, agonizing pause.

“…Forgive me,” he said suddenly, his voice raw. “It is not my intention to disrespect you.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch his expression, mortified and ashamed.

And that’s when you realised-

He really didn’t think you knew what you were doing. Your heart twisted and your stomach lit up all at once.

“Legolas,” you said softly, shifting to face him slightly, your legs still straddling the saddle, his body warm and trembling behind you.

“I’ve been doing this on purpose.”

His eyes widened.

“I wanted you to feel that way,” you whispered. “I wanted to know if you wanted me, too.”

He stared at you, stunned silent.

And then he growled.

Actually growled.

⸻

As the Fellowship came to a halt, Aragorn suggesting they make camp before nightfall, Legolas announced his intention for the both of you to scout the surroundings for safety. He pulled the reins sharply and veered the horse off the trail, toward a small glade tucked into the trees. The moment the trees covered you, he dismounted and pulled you down into his arms, before your feet even touched the earth.

Your back hit a tree with a thud, his lips already crashing into yours. The tension between you broke like a dam, raw and hungry, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“You torment me,” he said between kisses. “All day. Every movement. I thought I would go mad.”

“I wanted to torment you,” you gasped, tugging at his belt. “I wanted this.”

He caught your hands, breathless, holding them to his chest.

“Are you certain?” he asked, voice low, shaking.

You nodded. “Yes. I’ve always wanted you.”

Clothes were discarded quickly and clumsily. The earth was soft, moss beneath your back as he settled between your legs, hard and aching, his body shaking with restraint.

“I will go slow,” he whispered. “I must… go slow.”

But when he slid inside you, all control broke.

He gasped matching your own, and the pace became fast, hungry, full of longing. You clung to him, fingers in his hair, moaning into his shoulder as he thrust into you, each stroke deeper, stronger, allowing himself to be consumed with your entire being. He whispered your name like a prayer and a curse all in one.

“You feel- Valar, you feel like fire,” he panted.

And when you came, crying out beneath him, he followed you, his body demanding to be in sync, groaning into your skin as he spilled inside you, hips trembling. He collapsed over you, still inside, both of you shaking, panting.

⸻

Later, as the stars blinked into the sky and your horse grazed nearby, Legolas lay beside you on the moss, his fingers tracing your bare arm.

“They must be worried, we should go back” your voice softly emerging from the silence.

“Yes you’re probably right” everting his eyes from the sky, he gazed upon you, watching your still, fixated form as it studied the sky above you. Before making an attempt to lift himself from your side, an idea, accompanied with a smirk came to mind.

“You’ll ride in front again tomorrow,” he murmured, voice soft and teasing.

You grinned. “I assumed as much”

“But this time,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “if you tease me… you’ll pay for it after nightfall.”

You shivered.

“I’m counting on it.”

⸻

A/N: Ahh this is so short sorry! thank you for reading my first attempt <3

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Silver Reins ⋆˚࿔

Legolas x Female! Reader

Summary: When the Fellowship is forced to share horses on their journey across Middle Earth, you’re paired with the last person you expected, Legolas. Riding in front of him should have been innocent, but with every shift of the saddle, every breath against your neck, it gets harder to pretend you don’t notice, so you stop pretending. What starts as subtle teasing quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when the composed elven prince finally cracks.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Sexual teasing (reader-initiated), Riding position tension (literally), p in v sex, Slight dom!Legolas energy, let me know if i missed anything! <3

Word Count: 1k

A/N: first fic i’m writing on this account as i’m new to tumblr, and my first EVER smut hence it’s kinda short so apologies if it’s bad.

There weren’t many horses left when the Fellowship set out from Rivendell, supplies were stretched, and pairs had to share mounts as you traveled across Middle Earth. When Elrond told the Fellowship you’d need to share horses, you didn’t expect to be paired with him.

“You shall ride with Legolas.”

He’d only given you a graceful nod, eyes as cool and unreadable as always, not a single flicker of surprise. Typical.

You, on the other hand, had to turn away before your expression betrayed just how much you didn’t mind being pressed against the impossibly perfect form of the elven prince.

What you didn’t expect was to be riding in front.

It made sense, he could guide the reins, but it meant your back was flush against his chest. It meant your thighs were spread over the saddle with his legs caging yours. It meant every time the horse shifted… you felt everything.

The first few hours, you tried to behave, but it was hard to ignore him. Every movement of the horse made you shift, and every shift brought you closer. His hands were steady on the reins just beside your hips, but you could feel the tension humming through him. His breath was warm against your neck. Controlled. Too controlled.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice like velvet sliding over stone.

“Very,” you murmured.

You leaned back slightly. Just a little.

Enough to press your lower back to the front of his thighs.

You felt it, even then, a twitch, a catch in his breath. Barely there, but real.

⸻

The next day, you were bolder.

You stretched in the saddle more often, letting your hips roll a little. Adjusted your seat with unnecessary slowness, and arched your back after long hours of riding, subtly grinding against him.

Each time, he shifted. Just a hair. But never spoke.

Until…

“You move quite a lot,” he said tightly, on the third day.

You turned your head, feigning innocence. “Do I? Sorry. I suppose I’m just sore. Hard to sit still with thighs aching like this.”

You heard it, the inhale through his teeth, Sharp. Strangled.

You smiled. Dangerously.

By the time the sun began to dip behind the hills, the air was hot and thick with tension and sweat. The Fellowship rode in silence, accompanied only by the distant sounds of horses’ hooves and the creak of leather straps. You let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You smell like forests,” you said softly. “Do all elves smell like this, or just you?”

You felt him tense.

“I do not know,” he said, voice tight. “I have never asked.” somewhat unamused by his predicament.

You smiled again. Then slowly, you let your hips roll with the rhythm of the horse, a deliberate sway that dragged you against him, back to front.

That was when you felt him.

The hard press of him beneath you.

You went still.

So did he. A horrible, agonizing pause.

“…Forgive me,” he said suddenly, his voice raw. “It is not my intention to disrespect you.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch his expression, mortified and ashamed.

And that’s when you realised-

He really didn’t think you knew what you were doing. Your heart twisted and your stomach lit up all at once.

“Legolas,” you said softly, shifting to face him slightly, your legs still straddling the saddle, his body warm and trembling behind you.

“I’ve been doing this on purpose.”

His eyes widened.

“I wanted you to feel that way,” you whispered. “I wanted to know if you wanted me, too.”

He stared at you, stunned silent.

And then he growled.

Actually growled.

⸻

As the Fellowship came to a halt, Aragorn suggesting they make camp before nightfall, Legolas announced his intention for the both of you to scout the surroundings for safety. He pulled the reins sharply and veered the horse off the trail, toward a small glade tucked into the trees. The moment the trees covered you, he dismounted and pulled you down into his arms, before your feet even touched the earth.

Your back hit a tree with a thud, his lips already crashing into yours. The tension between you broke like a dam, raw and hungry, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“You torment me,” he said between kisses. “All day. Every movement. I thought I would go mad.”

“I wanted to torment you,” you gasped, tugging at his belt. “I wanted this.”

He caught your hands, breathless, holding them to his chest.

“Are you certain?” he asked, voice low, shaking.

You nodded. “Yes. I’ve always wanted you.”

Clothes were discarded quickly and clumsily. The earth was soft, moss beneath your back as he settled between your legs, hard and aching, his body shaking with restraint.

“I will go slow,” he whispered. “I must… go slow.”

But when he slid inside you, all control broke.

He gasped matching your own, and the pace became fast, hungry, full of longing. You clung to him, fingers in his hair, moaning into his shoulder as he thrust into you, each stroke deeper, stronger, allowing himself to be consumed with your entire being. He whispered your name like a prayer and a curse all in one.

“You feel- Valar, you feel like fire,” he panted.

And when you came, crying out beneath him, he followed you, his body demanding to be in sync, groaning into your skin as he spilled inside you, hips trembling. He collapsed over you, still inside, both of you shaking, panting.

⸻

Later, as the stars blinked into the sky and your horse grazed nearby, Legolas lay beside you on the moss, his fingers tracing your bare arm.

“They must be worried, we should go back” your voice softly emerging from the silence.

“Yes you’re probably right” everting his eyes from the sky, he gazed upon you, watching your still, fixated form as it studied the sky above you. Before making an attempt to lift himself from your side, an idea, accompanied with a smirk came to mind.

“You’ll ride in front again tomorrow,” he murmured, voice soft and teasing.

You grinned. “I assumed as much”

“But this time,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “if you tease me… you’ll pay for it after nightfall.”

You shivered.

“I’m counting on it.”

⸻

A/N: Ahh this is so short sorry! thank you for reading my first attempt <3