A Tale of Legolas Greenleaf - Part 4 : Fireworks
ʚ Characters : Legolas x Fem. Reader
ʚ Word Count : 1488 words
ʚ Summary: Legolas takes you to the look-out point, eager to show the surprises he had planned out for you.
ʚ Author’s notes: There will be a master-list of all chapters on the pinned post of my blog, under “A tale of Legolas Greenleaf.”
ʚ Translations: Man naneth: Good Mother (formal) Also used as a term for stepmother, sometimes shortened to the more informal and affectionate ma-neth.
Man dú: Good night
Link for translations: https://funtranslations.com/elvish
The ride to the look-out point was exhilarating.
Legolas kept his horse at a steady pace, as he wanted to reach the vantage point he had picked out before the fireworks started.
He kept his eyes on the path ahead of him. Moonlight helped him see more clearly, but he was trying to keep his mind from circling to back to the person behind him.
Up until tonight, having you this close was something he only ever saw while day dreaming. Now, here you were, in the flesh, right next to him. His heart would race whenever you leaned in. Every breath he took was filled with lavender.
The scent was coming off of you, and it was intoxicating. It fogged up his mind, making him wonder if you smelled like lavender all over. Legolas shook his head, reminding himself that now was not yet the time. He wanted to make sure you returned his affections. Other pleasures would have to wait.
He turned his attention to the path again, a smile breaking out when he spotted what he was looking for. The two of you rode for several more minutes before Legolas urged his horse to stop. “And here we are.”
He dismounted first. “Stay with Abraxas, my lady. I will get a fire going.”
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Your mind was a roil.
This was the closest you have been with the prince. During the ride, you could feel the strength in his broad back, how he did not seem to mind whenever you leaned in if Abraxas went a little too fast. At the dance, the two of you had to maintain a sense of formality as you were surrounded by others. Here, under the stars and the full moon, it was just the two of you. No prying eyes. No gossips clutching at their pearls. Anything could happen. Anything the two of you wished, but you hoped for a little delay, until the prince made his true intentions known to you.
Light springing up from a cheerful fire brings you out of your reverie. Illuminated by the flames were two tents under an old oak tree. It looked positively ancient, what with its gnarled trunk and branches spreading about like a large cobweb. The tree was heavy with enough leaves to block out sunlight, leaving you certain of waking up rather late tomorrow morning. What a luxury.
Legolas, making his way back to you, gets your attention. He takes your pack first, then your hand. While dismounting, you lose your footing and he catches you. “Are you all right, my lady?”
“I am well.” Your eyes kept going to his hand. An archer’s hand, callused and warm.
“My lady?” He placed his fingers under your chin and raised your head, so your eyes would be level with his. The two of you were so close that if one you were to lean in, they were bound to kiss the other.
And Legolas did lean in, till his lips hovered over yours. “Y/n,” you whisper. “Please, call me y/n.”
“Y/n.”
The sound of your name felt sweet on his tongue. Legolas cupped your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. Before he could say or do anything else, a horn sounded in the distance, causing the both of you to jump.
The barely muttered oath made you giggle. “Looks like the fireworks are going to start.”
“Indeed.” Legolas would have words with whomever thought it was a good idea to interrupt the two of you, but for now, that would have to wait. “Please, sit with me.”
He leads you to a picnic mat spread out on the ground, with cushions and a basket serving as its only adornments. Silence took over you both while you waited.
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The elves of Mikrwood had outdone themselves. There were starbursts and chrysanthemums, snowflakes, and waterfalls that fell into the waters of the lake with a hiss.
Shields and spears the colour of scarlet rose up with a roar and fell to the earth as one. Another burst of light split into two trees, one gold, one silver. “The trees of Valinor,” you look up in delight when the sparks burst into a million tiny stars and faded into darkness. More followed. Flowers that held no name, strange but beautiful creatures that could only be found in storybooks, butterflies and rainbows. It was nothing like anything you had seen before.
You hear laughter on the wind. Anwen’s, no doubt. In the distance, on another hilltop, you see the light of yet another fire, and a thousand golden lights floating in the air. You barely make out the silhouette of someone chasing them and laughing.
“Those are my father’s doing.” Legolas had seen it as well, and smiled when more laughter followed, this time from his father. “He wanted to make something just for ma-neth.”
The king adores her, you mused happily. “He made that just for her?”
“He did,” Legolas quietly pulled out a small parcel, with cord hanging out from one end. “Just as I made this for you.”
He made something just for you? “What is it?”
Legolas simply holds a finger against his lips, as if not wanting to spoil the surprise. You grin and wait.
He walks a short distance away from the tent, setting fire to the cord and tossing the parcel high into the air. There was a loud pop, and hundreds of purple sparks burst forth, changing into butterflies as they fell down all around you. Your joy at something he took for granted enchanted him.
“Legolas,” you breathe. “This is beautiful.”
"So very beautiful”
Something in the tone of his voice made you turn, and you find his eyes on you instead. “But you are not looking at what you made.”
His eyes seemed to darken just then. “I was not talking about what I made.”
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A heavy silence followed. Legolas took a step towards you, eyes growing even darker, before he stopped and shook his head. Now was not the time, and he needed to talk to you first, to tell you of his intentions. A change of topic was needed, and he found one when his eyes rested on the basket. “Would you like something to eat?”
Confusion set in. First the prince looked like he wanted to take you right then and there, now he is talking about eating food. You sigh, but decide to be patient. “Yes.” Despite the rich food at the feast, you find yourself feeling peckish. “I would like to have something to eat.
“Good,” Legolas opened up the basket and laid out several parcels. “For I have another surprise for you.”
The scent from one parcel made your mouth water. “Mince pies?”
“Aye. I hope you like them,” said a bashful Legolas. “I--I made them.”
You take a pie to hand and savour the taste. “It is as good as the ones Anwen would make for us.”
He positively beamed. “Your cousin told me you liked them. She helped me make them.”
The pastry was light and buttery, the filling just perfect. “Then I must thank both her and you, for they are delicious.”
And you find it sweet, that Legolas would go out of the way to make something like those fireworks and these pies just for you. It could only mean that he liked you. Suddenly, you find your earlier confusion melting away.
The two of you eat in companionable silence. Towards the end of the meal, Legolas opened his mouth to talk, only to stop when your eyelids grew heavy. It looked like he would have to wait till tomorrow morning. “Are you tired, y/n?”
How beautiful your name sounded when he said it. “I am, curse my luck.”
You wanted to stay up and talk to Legolas, but you find yourself yearning for your pillows. Such a pity, but sleep had to come first for you could barely keep your eyes open by now.
“Till tomorrow morning then?” Legolas asked hopefully.
“Yes,” You take his hand and stand up. “Till tomorrow.”
The prince surprised you by lowering his head and lifting your hand to his lips. “Man dú, y/n.”
Your pulse quickened when those lips grazed your skin. “Man dú, Legolas.”
He pulled away, reluctantly. “If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call out to me,” for I will happily answer, went the unsaid the words.
“Thank you.”
You rush into your tent, to gather your thoughts and your breath. You could still feel the imprint of his lips on your skin, and you wish you had someone to talk to, about what just happened. When your eyelids grew heavy once more, you change for the night and crawl under a pelt.
In his own tent, Legolas was up, going over the events of the evening. He touched his lips, remembering how your skin felt, gentle and fragrant.
Tomorrow, he vowed silently to himself. I will tell her everything tomorrow.
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