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matteroffactk · 3 years

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Harvest Sun

Legolas x Reader

Summary: Legolas admits his love to you by braiding your hair, which is an elvish tradition that he follows.

Warnings: Kisses, soft romance, Legolas being a sweetheart.

Word count: Approx 1610

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A/N: Hi loves! It has been a while since I've written any Legolas content and this is also the first Legolas fic on this blog since I moved all of my LotR fics here. I hope you enjoy some soft romance! I might follow this up with some soft smut if you like the idea of that? Idk, let me know if you'd like to see that 💕

The deep hues of the harvest gave a golden filter to his surroundings, taking in a deep breath of the cool morning air, fragrant with the scent of deep yellow wheat. It was in the early sun, when it trailed over the fields, painting his skin with a beautiful glow that he felt pure bliss, something impossible to find and something even more difficult for him to nurture himself.

The soft clink of the spoon against porcelain as he listened to you preparing your morning drinks, fresh and warm and accompanied by the smell of the campfire. The breeze was soft and comforting as it gently tossed the long strands of his hair out of its usual position, blonde tresses falling over his shoulder and resting against the woollen texture of his warm, soft overcoat.

He smiled softly to himself as his gentle blue gaze trailed over you, watching as you methodically stirred together the warm mixture of tea in the little ceramic goblets you had made for him. They were marbled with the colours of the earth, creating a beautiful swirl of deep, rich tones that reflected his home.

Further up, his eyes travelled, landing on your features, examining the way your brow was gently furrowed as you concentrated. He softened at the sight of you, wrapped in the warmth of his large woollen cape, skin glowing with the golden hue of the morning sunlight.

You were sweet, kind and such a mystery to him. You were forever an example to him of how to live in the best and most fulfilling way, soothing his more arrogant edges with your gentle kindness and shy tendencies. He’d never understand really why you found so much comfort in him, at least, Legolas didn’t think he would, but seeing you so happy and at ease in his presence gave him a feeling that was akin to the warmth of the harvest sun, comforting and pleasantly warm, filling his chest with the most divine feelings, one that fluttered through him like floating petals and the soft pattering of gentle rain.

Romance and feelings of love were a poetic thing, following sometimes in sorrow and deep regret and hatred. But not for him. No, Legolas only felt something utterly pure when he looked at you, something so good that it made his heart yearn for something he did not fully understand.

“Legolas?” You asked softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “Your tea is ready.” You spoke quietly, passing the cup over to him and in his haze, Legolas slowly reached out for the drink you offered him, fingers brushing gently as he took it from you. “Thank you.” He smiled, pushing aside his feelings for a moment until he saw you pick a pretty flower from amongst the grass and tuck it into your hair before you brought your goblet to your lips to take a sip.

“Allow me, if you don’t mind of course.” Legolas tried not to seem so hasty as he shuffled towards you, signalling at your hair, eyes infatuated with the idea of adding pretty flowers and perhaps, oh it seemed so tempting, to braid your hair in the traditional, symbolic way that his mother had taught him.

With an endearing, warm smile, you silently allowed Legolas to approach you. You keened into his touch, gentle fingers soothing through your hair, sectioning strands off and tugging only very lightly. You felt yourself warm under his touch, fingers shyly fidgeting with your goblet, throat drying too often as thoughts slowly crossed your mind. His movements were enough to make you feel hazy and sleepy as he ran his fingers through your hair and took his time to carefully braid, making sure each little strand was incorporated perfectly until it was complete.

“Hold still for a moment longer.” Legolas spoke softly to you, the whisper of his breath against the top of your head as he leaned over you to pick a flower from between the blades of grass, leaning his chest against your back as he did, fingers grasping as your shoulder as he pulled the flower up to weave it into your braid. With his gentle touch, Legolas added a few more flowers within his reach to your braid until he was satisfied that your hair was decorated enough.

“There.” He smiled, placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned around you to get a look at you. “I hope you like it.” Legolas said quietly, shuffling back a little bit to get a better look at the braid he had created. He watched as you discovered it, fingers carefully trailing over the strands that were woven together neatly, brushing against the little flower heads that were tucked between the sections of the braid. “It’s beautiful, Legolas.” You hummed softly, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a sweet, shy smile. You looked so endearing like that, giving him the most genuine, shy little smile. It would be an understatement if he said it melted his heart and sent his mind into a flurry. “I am glad you like it.” He smiled, bowing his head a little at you, a smile overtaking his features, one so bright that it reached his eyes.

“I understand this is part of elvish tradition, is it not?” You asked softly. Legolas, had he been any less controlled, might have blushed, but instead, he let out only a little smile and a soft hum in response. “Tell me about it, little love.” Legolas asked, curious about what you knew about his elvish traditions. You keened at the nickname, bringing the most wonderful flustered smile to your lips as you shyly curled into yourself, trying your best to hide the way it made you feel. “It is a symbol of love to braid the hair of someone you admire.” You explained, turning to face him but struggling to keep your eyes on him, feeling yourself burn with the warmth that crept up into your features.

The warm glow of the sun seemed to intensify in that moment, or perhaps it was the way you looked with love in your eyes that made his world seem so much brighter. There was a moment where he said nothing, smiling to himself as he savoured your words, wondering how you had come to learn that, knowing that it was certainly not common knowledge amongst others who were not elves. “Where did you learn such a thing?” He asked softly, reaching forwards to gently lift your chin with his fingers. “I read it in a journal of a great traveller.” You replied. Legolas knew you had visited many halls of books in search of knowledge, history and stories and he supposed it was no real surprise to know that you had read it somewhere in an old archived book.

Smiling, he lifted your chin a little more, your gaze meeting his. He couldn’t help the way you softened him, making him want to sweep you off your feet and claim you as his own to protect and love for as long as you would allow him. While Legolas was not familiar with the yearning for love, with you it came naturally, his heart reaching for more, begging to be felt and heard in every capacity.

“It is true, little love. I braided your hair in an act of love, in an act of romance.” He told you softly. “Allow me, my little love, to show you how I feel.” He whispered it, leaning towards you, lips inviting as his alluring, ever infatuating, deep eyes drew you in. You were in love, you had been for a long time, perhaps from the moment you had set eyes upon him. Despite his sometimes intimidating stature, impossibly tall and handsome with his slightly abrasive edges, there was something so very alluring about him.

You melted into his touch, allowing Legolas to bring you closer and press you gently against his chest. He was warm and soft, hair silken against your fingers as your hands found purchase against his shoulders. Your breaths were soft and nervous, though quickly soothed by the way he captured your gaze with such a deep kindness in his eyes that he had adopted from you. His lips captured yours with a tentative touch, eyes fluttering closed as the feeling of his lips against your rippled through you, sending your head into a light daze. Fingers gripped at your waist, tighter than you had expected but still so gentle. His grasp was warm and comforting, the way he held you giving you a secure feeling like you had never felt in someone else’s presence before.

His lips moved against yours, pressing softly, drawing the softest of whimpers out from between your lips as he kissed you with such care. He was slow, movements purposeful and careful but full of passion that burned deep in his heart. Legolas kissed you with so much feeling, pouring in everything he felt, whether he understood it or not, but he knew that above all, that even if he didn’t fully understand the way that romance pulled on the strings of his heart, bringing him a new warmth he never knew he had needed, he did know that he was in love with you.

And as he lowered you down, resting you gently on the bed of soft meadow grass beneath you, the harvest sun glowing gently over you both, tinting the morning into the most divine, golden hues, Legolas knew you were the very thing he simply could not cope without. You were his soft, harvest sun.

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matteroffactk · 3 years

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Did you ever see us here?

(Legolas x Reader)

〚Summary: It’s been far too long, and sometimes the best way to unwind is with the touch of your lover. 〛

Word count: 2,063

Warnings: fluff and uhhhh pretty graphic smut

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This got the seal of approval from the shifting discord so- here we are! Normally wouldn’t have the balls to post this.

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I let out a heaving sigh as I entered my bedroom, eager to claw off the formal dress I was forced to wear this evening.

A light chuckling traveled through the doorway, followed by the sound of the heavy door closing.

Whirling around I made eye contact with my very amused husband, to which I sent a half-hearted glare.

“I’m failing to see what you find so amusing, melda veru nîn.” (My beloved husband)

His smile did not falter as he ushered forward, cupping my face in his hands. His cerulean eyes took their time drinking in every detail of my face before speaking, his voice cool and even as always.

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Elen nîn.” (my star) He spoke with pure adoration as his thumbs traced my cheekbones, so much adoration that my sour mood began to crumble instantly. He always had a way of doing that.

“I’m about to be the most stunning being you’ve ever seen if I have to go to one more of these blasted parties in our honor,” I began, leaning into his touch.

“Who says you aren’t already the most beautiful being I’ve laid eyes on?” He asked, raising a challenging brow.

I scoffed playfully, brushing his hands off of me. A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I shook my head.

“I’m serious! Your father hates me, and he makes it known at every opportunity.” I griped, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed, grabbing my wrists and uncrossing my arms, and pressing a feather-light kiss across my knuckles, he twined our fingers. “He’ll come to love you, just give it time meleth nîn.” (my love)

Finally, a smile cracked across my face.

Perhaps it was time to change the subject.

“Do you remember when we first met?” I asked softly, my hands traveling to smooth down the fabric of his silver tunic, feeling the defined muscles of his chest underneath.

“How could I forget?” Came his reply, though there was questioning in his tone. He watched me intently as my fingers began to undo the delicate silver clasps that held the garment together.

“Did you ever imagine that in sixty-something years we’d be here?” My voice had dropped to just above a whisper as my lips ghosted against the pale skin of his neck, stopping briefly to litter a few light kisses across its length.

His breathing hitched at the contact, his hands falling to rest on my waist.

“Hmm... considering the fact that you called me a stuck up, arrogant princeling... no” there was mirth in his tone, I didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning broadly.

A loud laugh ripped through me before I could stop it, my head falling back as I draped my arms around his neck.

“I was quite blunt back then, wasn’t I?” I asked, grinning so hard the corners of my eyes crinkled.

“Perhaps.” He replied, laughing along with me. After we settled a bit, Legolas kissed me deeply, knocking the breath out of my lungs and leaving me clinging to him for dear life.

When we parted, there was no mistaking the look in his darkened gaze.

“I want you.” He whispered, fingers trailing up and down my sides lovingly.

“And I you,” I began hesitantly, glancing around our room. The house of Elrond’s rooms were comprised of half walls and pillars that led out into the land of constant autumn that we currently called home.

Not exactly the picture of privacy.

I continued “but what if someone hears? You know Imladris isn’t known for its privacy.”

Turning back to meet his gaze, there wasn’t a hint of questioning in his expression.

“I don’t care, it’s been too long.” He shook his head, eyes searching for any opposition in my own expression.

With a nod of permission from me, he began to eagerly work on removing my dress. His nimble fingers easily freeing me from the lacy prison, the fabric pooling at my feet.

He gave me no time to step out before he swooped me up as if I weighed nothing, calloused hands gliding up my thighs as he carried me over to our bed.

He placed me down on the silken bed with such tenderness and care, trailing a few kisses down my body before standing at the edge of the mattress.

He drank in the sight of my bare body splayed out for his viewing pleasure. And while this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve laid together, the thought of being so exposed to him brought pinkness to my cheeks. Still, my eye contact never wavered as I drew my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Órava...”(have mercy) he pleaded, discarding the tunic he wore before crawling on top of me.

With his hard body trapping me on the mattress, my breathing picked up ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.

Leaning down, his lips grazed the shell of my pointed ear as he whispered to me.

“You are pure starlight, meleth nîn...”

His tone paired with his fingers tracing shapes across my bare sides caused a shiver to travel up my spine.

He smelled of pine and the earth after a long rain, and the scent was utterly intoxicating as he had me at his mercy.

I didn’t have long to contemplate that fact before his lips were on mine, my fingers finding purchase within his silky flaxen locks as his tongue invaded my mouth.

Its softness brushed against my own, coaxing me into a heated dance. One that didn’t take long to have my lust at a fever pitch in a matter of moments. I needed him, I needed his hands on me, I needed anything or I feared I’d go insane.

I was never going this long without having him ever again.

Begrudgingly I freed one hand from his long locks, reaching blindly to take one of his hands in mine.

I pulled it up, cupping it around one of my breasts.

He gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting both of his hands to pin my wrists on either side of my head, breaking our kiss. Much to my displeasure.

I let out a whine of disproval, staring up at him, breathing labored.

“Leg-“ I began but stopped as he pressed his hips into mine, feeling his arousal through his trousers caused desire to pool between my legs.

“Patience darling...” he scolded gently, amusedly, head dipping to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck at a torturously slow pace.

And torture it was, now not even being able to caress my beloved as he continued to assault the sensitive expanse of my neck and shoulders.

He continued this for some time, not until I was squirming beneath him did he give in to my pleas.

Finally he pulled away, releasing my wrists as he turned his attention to my breasts. His strong hands gently massaging the sensitive flesh, his darkened blue eyes dancing between my flushed face and the bare skin of my chest as he began to tease my nipples into hard points.

He smiled oh so beautifully down at me, and even through the lust-filled moment I could see the absolute adoration and pride he felt towards me in this moment.

I wasn’t able to mull over the thought for long, while I was lost in thought he dipped his head down and closed his mouth over one of my nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue working over me so wonderfully caused me to cry out softly, arching into him, begging for more.

This time, thank the Valar, he acquiesces. With his free hand, I felt his fingers slowly descend my naval. Eventually, coming to lightly circle my clit.

The feather-light contact paired with his assault on my breasts had me already teetering on the edge, and all I wanted to do was fall into oblivion.

My, it has been too long. I managed to think to myself.

Rolling my hips in time with his fingers, I moaned lowly as he switched breasts. Ignoring my pleas to watch the stars explode behind my eyelids.

All too soon, he removed his fingers and his grasp on my nipple, moving to prop himself above my panting, flushed form.

Pressing a firm kiss to my lips, he then descends my body. Trailing kisses all the way down, eventually resting with his knees on the floor, head between my thighs.

He didn’t give me any time to find myself self-conscious about the compromising position before he pulled my thighs to the edge of the bed, tongue splaying over my overstimulated clit eagerly.

I gasped, fingers weaving in his messy platinum locks as he ate away at me greedily. His name fell from my mouth more times than I could count, a prayer, a mantra, a desperate plea for more.

Without warning, three fingers entered me, curling as they find a fast-paced rhythm.

Arching and writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure, I cried out, his free arm coming to pin me to the bed. There was nothing I could do but take the intense pleasure Legolas was giving me.

Eventually, it became too much, the tightness in my core finally coming loose in an intense orgasm.

Clasping a hand over my mouth in a weak attempt to muffle my moans, I let the waves crash through me.

After a minute of Legolas stroking me, gently bringing me down, he crawled back on top of me.

Eyes never leaving me as he drew his fingers into his mouth, cleaning my essence from his fingers.

The action alone was enough to make the heat pool between my legs again, but when he groaned with pleasure I had to have him.

Pulling him into a kiss, I could taste myself on him.

“Take me, Legolas.” I breathed as we parted, causing a spark of excitement to appear in his eye.

I watched intently as he stood, ridding himself of his trousers before practically pouncing on me once more.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him to me. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he entered me in one stroke.

The feeling was divine, the way he filled me so perfectly. Like two halves of a whole coming together.

He set a slow, intimate pace as he lent down to kiss me deeply. Our tongues dancing together, his hips gyrating in such a way that stimulated my clit perfectly.

The only sounds that filled the room were that of our soft, muffled moans, the distant waterfalls of Imladris, and the conversations of the dying dinner party.

All was soon overtaken by the increasing speed of Legolas’ thrusts as we both came closer and closer to the edge, kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. The sound of skin slapping skin resounding throughout the room as we gave further and further into the bliss of pure, unbridled lovemaking.

Soon we weren’t even able to continue kissing, just panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as we both teetered on the edge.

Legolas hitched my legs further around his hips, cupping a hand on my cheek as he called my name.

“Open your eyes, meleth nîn, I want to see you...” he whispered, coaxing me to do as he requested.

Soon I did as he asked, being absolutely pinned by the intensity of the love and tenderness held in his gaze during such an intense moment.

“Tolo ar nîn...” (come with me) he commanded gently.

And that’s all it took for me to be tossed into oblivion, an orgasm more intense than the last. Legolas followed immediately after, feeling him twitch deep within me before filling me up.

After a few more slow strokes, he withdrew from me, falling onto the mattress a panting mess. He pulled me to him, pressing my face to his bare chest as he began to comb his fingers through my hair.

We didn’t speak for a long while, we didn’t need to. We laid in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, just holding each other.

After a while, Legolas looked down at me.

“I love you, so much... I hope you know that” he said, trailing a finger across my jawline.

“And I, you” I replied simply, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

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matteroffactk · 3 years

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His Forever

Legolas x Reader

BLOODY HELL! I haven’t written a hobbit/LOTR fic in ages! This is for my Babylove , @thatgothicgurl

PS…I wrote this after four margaritas so I apologize in advance 💀

Legolas had spent his years in the Woodland realm yearning to explore what was beyond the kingdom.

After his mother died, his father was more overprotective of him.

Thranduil would never have let the elfling out of his sight had it not been for his kingly duties.

The guard is the only thing that gave him a sense of belonging, along with you and Tauriel.

Thranduil grew more distant with every decade that passed.

When the elfling began experiencing feelings for Tauriel; Thranduil noticed and did everything he could to interfere.

That was enough to make you hide any feelings you may or may not have developed for the prince.

Then, the dwarfs came, and the Battle of the Five Armies happened.

Tauriel had been inconsolable for a week now. King Thranduil had been kind enough to give the both of you a break from your duties. In truth, both of you were Captains of the Guard and needed to be there, but he knew that she needed you more. The redhead was nestled into your side sleep in her bed as you ran a comforting hand along her spine. Seeing that she was resting, you took the opportunity to leave her room. Losing that dwarf had been hard for her. You had seen the heartbreak written on Legolas' face when he saw her cradling Kili to her chest.

Taking the time to freshen up, you made sure you looked presentable in the emerald green color you always wore. The elves of the realm were hustling and bustling about their everyday lives. Many were preparing to ride back to help the humans and dwarfs rebuild. There was one elf you sought in particular. His chambers were not far from yours.

Legolas was your best friend. You could not understand why you were so nervous as you stood outside of his door. Imagine your surprise when the door opened, and King Thranduil stood there looking down at you. He offered a gentle smile when you snapped out of your trance.

“Forgive me, My Lord,” you said while bowing, “I forget my manners. It will not happen again.”

“That is quite alright, Captain. I take it you are here to see my son,” Thranduil stated, “He was just speaking of you.”

Thranduil didn't say anything else. The king simply went on his way. What could Legolas have told him about you anyway? You had not seen him since returning from battle a week ago. With your usual elf grace, you closed the door and turned to your friend with a smile. He gave you one in return, but it failed to reach his eyes. The packed bags on his bed is what made you falter.

“What is this,” you asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

Legolas did not miss the pain in your voice. He just hated that he was the cause of such a bad thing.

"I am,” he said, “I cannot stay here.”

Is this what Tauriel felt when she lost Kili? There was a literal pain in your chest as you looked at him. Your breathing felt weighted, and you couldn't carry it. The world may as well swallow you; it felt like there was no reason left to be on the surface. Legolas could see the joy dissipate from your eyes. It hurt him worse than seeing Tauriel grieve her love. This is why he had wanted to leave without you knowing.

“Why,” you asked him.

“There is nothing left here for me,” Legolas explained, “We have seen only death and destruction for the last few centuries. There has to be more the world has to offer.”

“Am I nothing, my friend,” you responded.

The elf hadn't thought of his word as thoroughly as he believed he had. You were standing in front of him now, looking up at him through long lashes. Legolas couldn't bear knowing that he was the reason for such a look of devastation on your beautiful face. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and tell you that everything would be alright, but that would give you false hope. It would be better to tell you the truth.

“You are starlight,” he said.

That answer had you floored. The prince moved himself to run his fingers through your hair. This was a new act of affection for both of you. Many times you had held hands and pinched cheeks, but your hair was sacred. Legolas searched for approval in your eyes before doing it with both hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead to finish the gesture. A wave of foreign emotions flowed through you. You had always been close, but he never displayed any hint of desire for your beyond that of friendship.

“Legolas, what does this mean,” you asked.

“Have you felt nothing for me in all of our years together,” he questioned.

“I...I thought you had eyes for Tauriel,” you told him.

There was a playful grin on his lips at your admission. He looked like the same troubling elfling from years ago, and that made you happy. His happiness always mattered to you the most, even more so than your own.

“These eyes have always followed you. I believed that you had feelings for Tauriel,” he laughed, “It is why I fought to protect her so hard. I did not want you to know pain. I saw how you ached when the dwarf came about.”

“I ached because I thought you hurt about losing her affection,” you explained, “Centuries wasted!”

The young prince finally pulled you into an embrace. He smelt of the greenwood. A true child of the forest, and that scent forever engraved itself into your mind.

“You are still leaving, yes,” you asked.

“I must go, for me,” he said.

“Then let me come with you,” you beamed.

“No! I have seen what loss does. What Ada feels and even Tauriel, I cannot fathom losing you,” he stated, “This is selfish, but please do not grow to hate me, My Starlight.”

How could you hate him when all you ever wanted was for him to be happy? There would never be anything other than adoration and love for him in your heart. That didn't stop you from being angry with him.

“Do what you must, my prince,” you said formally.

Legolas knew you were only reacting in anger, but he was hurt by the lack of friendship in your words. You had boxed him out and made him what he had never been to you, a simple member of the royal family. Watching him leave would be too painful, so you gave him a simple goodbye...a farewell that was unaccustomed between lifelong friends.

“I wish you a safe journey. May you find what you are looking for,” you said.

Legolas followed to plead for you to listen to him. He gave up his pursuit when you made it back to Tauriel's room. That was your last time seeing him. Tauriel was up now. She sat in bed looking at you with broken eyes.

“I did not wish for you to know heartache, my friend,” she said with open arms.

She accepted you into her arms as you sobbed against her chest. Legolas had left during the night, and the kingdom was never the same for you without him.

*Time skip sponsored by me being a hopeless romantic*

While he missed you terribly, he did what he set out to do. He had his share of adventures. Even as a member of the Fellowship, he still thought of you. Were you okay? Had his father taken care of you like he promised that he would? Did you hate him for leaving you behind? It had been so long since your last encounter, but he could perfectly picture you still.

Now, he walked behind Aragorn as they entered Lothlorien. He knew they were being watched and tracked as they ventured deeper into the forest. Gimli's tale of the place was interrupted by its residents. Haldir was the marchwarden that led them to Lorien. However, there was another elf that stood out even with their cloak covering their face.

There was no time for formalities as they were quickly lead to their destination. Legolas could feel his heart trembling with the idea that you were somewhere nearby, but that was impossible. You would never leave the Woodland Realm. Lady Galadriel had welcomed them, and now he sat at the peaceful stream listening to his fellowship comrades going on and on about so many things. The prince excused himself when he caught sight of a shadow moving in the trees. He carefully tailed the figure as it traveled a small distance out into the forest away from guests and citizens of Lorien alike.

“Are you still angry with me after all these years, My Starlight,” he asked to break the silence as you continued to walk with your back to him.

The figure froze and turned for him to see their face as they removed the hood of their cloak from their head. Legolas was elated to see you there with a smile.

“Am I still your starlight, my prince,” you teased.

He bombarded you and wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug while lifting you to spin around. Joyous laughter filled the forest around you. For the first time in ages, you were at peace.

“What are you doing here? How,” he asked.

Legolas refused to let go of you, so you settled into his hold and looked up into those beautiful eyes that you had missed.

“Your father allowed me to come. I could not stand being in the realm without you. It was no longer home,” you told him, “Lady Galadriel welcomed me and accepted me into her kingdom. She made me a marchwarden. Things have been better, but they became grand when she told me that you were coming.”

“I am sorry that I left you behind. It was selfish...,” Legolas was cut off of his rant by you pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You did what you thought was right for you. I was angry and hurt before, but I know what you did was for yourself, Meleth,” you assured him.

Leaving home was difficult. You hadn't dreamt that you would ever see him again. The moment you saw him in the forest today, it took all of your strength not to tackle him. He looked more tired than you were used to seeing him, but he was as handsome as you remembered nonetheless.

“I am sorry for the hurt I brought us both,” he said.

“You are on an important journey, Legolas. Your leaving was for the best. I only ask that you never leave me behind again,” you told him.

“Never! Will you join the fellowship? We have been apart for too long, no more,” he said.

“I will follow you for all eternity, Meleth,” you stated.

Legolas raked his fingers through your hair just as he did the last time you saw him, except this time he followed it up with a passionate kiss to your lips. Had you not required oxygen, you would have continued the affection.

“Is that dwarf going to be along for the entire journey,” you teased.

“He grows on you, Starlight,” Legolas smiled, “Come, let us introduce you to the insufferable creature.”

His hand firmly held yours as if you would somehow slip out of his life again should he not keep you close enough. That should have been the least of your worries because you meant it when you said you would never be left behind again.

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matteroffactk · 3 years

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Perfect distraction (Legolas x Elf Reader)

Summary: The reader, daughter of Elrond, is working on the library and, suddenly, Legolas starts distracting you…

Word count: 1,415

Warnings: Fluff and steamy kisses

Pairing: Romantic relationship

A.N: Hi my elves!! Sorry for not posting anything but i was with a lot of exams and assigments. Now that i’ve finish uni I’ll have more time to write. I’m so exited because I’ve been recieving requests and I enjoy writing them a lot. If you have requested something I’ll eventually get to it and post it. Sorry if there are some errors but english is not my firts language. This is my first post, based on a short image that i had about Lelogas. Please give it some love and comment if you want, I’ll appreciate it so much🥰. Thank you everyone!! Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn (A star shines on the hour of our meeting)🌌🧝🏻‍♀️

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It was a quiet morning, you could hear the birds tweet between the trees, laying in their nests. The sight from the library was so breathtaking, the valley of Imladris was above your feet, with all its beauty and magnificence, it felt like you were living among the clouds with a light so pure and intense that made everything ethereal. You wanted to go for a walk, maybe visit the lake and take a bath, but you needed to finish what you were doing, as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a pair of known hands startled you, caressing your hair and braiding it to be able to expose your sensitive neck to his touch. Only his. The tender touch of your skin was replaced by the splendid feeling that the brush of his lips against your collar bone provided you. Your eyes wanted to shut and you fell back to give better access to the tongue that was teasing you, wanting you to lose your mind because of his wet but soft kisses. He was asking you for permission to continue…

- Legolas, please, I’m trying to work. You’re distracting me. - You said while you attempted to escape from his grip.

- Do you know that when you’re concentrated you slightly bite your lips? I find it very hard to resist… - His hands massaged your back searching for your waist.

- Let me guess, you’re not letting me finish this, aren’t you?

- You’re very perceptive, meleth nîn (my love). You know me so well.

You tried to answer back, however, the blonde elf grabbed your waist, lifted you up for you to stand up and pushed aside the chair where you were seated in, giving him perfect access to your body. The table was pressed against your back so you didn't have nowhere to run. Your eyes met, feeling as if you had been separated from each other for a very long lifetime. He was eager for your touch, his eyes speaked for him. Without breaking your eye contact your hands wandered resting in his chest, covered by a silky shirt that showed part of his pale but radiant skin. You were so entranced by his beauty that you didn't feel his strong arms pulling you closer until your foreheads established contact.

- As much as I love the direction this is taking I need to finish reading that book. I promised my father I’ll help him and you know how he gets when I don’t “fulfill my duties” - You said noiselessly.

- But you’ve been working all morning and yesterday too. I just want a little attention from you, brennil nîn (my lady). - He said resting his hands on your waist.

You could feel his thumb rubbing on your hip, lightly pressing the skin underneath your dress in circular motions, which made you completely shiver. Your body, entirely, was reacting to the feeling of being pressed against Legolas’ figure, perceiving his soft breathing that synced with yours.

- I really think that last night I paid the proper attention you deserve, Melethron nîn (my beloved).

After saying that you knew your cheeks would be bright red, remembering last night made you flush. Legolas, noticing your expression, smirked showing his perfect white smile, making you remember the softness of his lips exploring every part of your skin. The elf, still smiling, pulled your body against him, hugging you so tight that he was able to rest his face in the crook of your neck, which made every cell in your body bristle. Legolas made you feel safe, his embrace felt like home, you were like glass between his hands, not fragile but dazzling and divine. You could sense him smiling while he stroked one side of your neck, your skin knew him so well. “Of course you did”, Legolas managed to say among needy touches and kisses on your neck and chin.

Whereas Legolas’ lips lowered your guard, your hands reached to his hair. It was styled with two little braids at each side of his head, behind his ears. Slowly, your fingers started to untie them, brushing Legolas’ hair and, momentary, fondling his ears with extreme tenderness. The moment when the tips of your fingers touched his silky lobes, Legolas lifted his head, watching you directly in your eyes, making you feel like your pupils were melting into each other. Calmy, not breaking your eye contact, he separated himself a few centimetres from you so he would be able to enclose your waist, firmer than before, suddenly sitting you on top of the table. You tried to push aside all of the papers and books that were on the table but Legolas was quicker.

- Y/n, do you really know what you do to me? - He told you taking your hand and placing it where his heart beated rapidly.

- I… I just want you to feel like I feel everytime you look at me with those absorbing blue eyes. - You smiled.

- Gellon ned i galar i chent lîn ned i gladhol (I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh).

As those words were mentioned by Legolas, all your body sensed a feeling of warmth and nervousness. You were like a little elf discovering love for the first time, you were reviving the intoxicating feeling of your heart stopping because of him. That prince made you lose your mind and you made him lose his. You were the perfect combination. You were in love with Legolas, you've always been.

You took a moment to admire your lover’s beauty. His golden hair, now wavy because of the previous braids, fell down, like magical waterfalls, and rested in his muscly shoulders. You couldn’t resist caressing him, sliding your fingers through the slight waves that had been formed. You reached his cheek and your thumb started to draw perfect circles, feeling his skin warm and flushed. Legolas kissed your hand gently making you feel the softness of his lips and the desire in his grip.

- I love you with your messy hair, that way I can see you, the real you. - You said with your eyes shining because of the emotions he made you feel.

- I simply love you, my starlight.

Your fingers wandered, wanting to touch each other, and you, at last, gave in to desire. Legolas’ orbs traveled between your eyes and lips, he was asking for permission to make the next move… That was not your first kiss but it would always feel like it has been. You dampened your lips, giving him the sign he needed to proceed. Your bodies were pressed against each other, your hands were held and the touch between your noses teased the other one. Both of your lips were ready. Legolas, tenderly, closed the distance between your mouths. Both of you were hungry, eager for the delightful brush of your lips. You were in ecstasy. His hands searched for the end of your skirt and sneaked inside your clothes, touching the soft skin of your thighs that reacted immediately to his touch. Your heart couldn’t beat faster.

Your tongues met and the kiss deepened, making the ambience of the room turbid, hotter. You could feel how Legolas lightly bit your lower lip between kisses, your head was on fire, you couldn't think about anything but the marvelous sensation of his lips against yours. Electricity runned down your spine, needing his touch. While your lips were desiring the other and increasing the rhythm of your tongues playing, savouring each other and being delighted with your taste, your hands began to unlace the elf’s blouse to be able to touch his torso. When your cold hands established contact with Legolas’ skin a growl escaped from his throat forcing you to not stop, you didn't plan to.

Without warning, the sound of far steps scared both of you, making you break your union. You realized you were at the library, you were on top of a table with your dress made a mess, Legolas with his shirt wrinkled and his hair messy. There were papers everywhere. You stayed in silence, looking deeply into your eyes, your hands held and shivering from your mutual arousal, until you could breathe again. Legolas’ lips were swollen and you supposed yours were too.

- Legolas, gi melin (i love you). - You whispered.

- I love you more than life, my starlight. - He said before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your bedroom.

Gi melin, y/n. He also whispered before kissing you again.

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