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Hello! I know it’s been a while since I posted anything and I apologize for being so inactive! I was in such a slump. So, as an apology, I have 2 one shots for you guys! I hope you enjoy!
*this one shot has also been posted in my one shot book on wattpad under my username -incalescent
Legolas x Dwarf!F!reader
•••
You subconsciously shifted closer between your older brothers, your head tilted back to take in the great forest before you. Unbeknownst to you, your brothers looked to each other from over your head, brows furrowed in obvious worry. They shifted a bit closer, hands gently gripping your shoulders in a protective manner.
"I don't like it," you said, nose scrunching in distaste. "There's something wrong with this forest."
"Yeah, there's elves in it," Gloin muttered, crossing his arms.
You followed your uncle into the forest, Fili and Kili on either side of you the entire way through so far.
Your head was spinning, and you felt drowsy. You slumped over onto a root of a giant tree, trying to keep yourself awake as the company started arguing amongst themselves.
"Quiet!" Thorin demanded, resulting in an immediate silence. "We're being watched."
Your brow furrowed, head tilting to the side. You didn't seem to notice as Fili and Kili came to stand beside you, hands on their weapons as they looked around, peering into the trees.
But they came from above—giant spiders.
You jolted forward as one jabbed you in the back with its venom, a soft yelp escaping you as you fell to the forest floor.
"[Y/N]!"
Your brothers' voices echoed in your head as everything went black.
You awoke to the sensation of falling, branches and twigs snapping into you as you made your descent to the forest floor, your vision obscured by a thick webbing that seemed to be cocooned around your entire body. Spiders, you remembered, fighting to free yourself.
The webbing was peeled from your face and light filtered in. Your brothers stood above you, peeling the webbing from your body.
"C'mon [Y/N]! Fight!" Fili shoved your sword into your hand and turned to fend off a giant arachnid. You clambered to your feet, sending your sword into the head of a spider that got too close.
Your head was much clearer now, you noticed, helping a bunch of the company pull the legs off one spider. Much clearer to you than before that the company had been captured by the spiders.
You'd stabbed your sword through several more arachnids by the time an elvish arrow had pierced through the head of one of the spiders, the elven guard finally making an appearance.
You had gotten separated from your brothers in the fray, and craned your neck to look around for them when you were sent sprawling onto your back by a spider. Your sword was knocked a good foot or so from your reach, and spider crawled over you, pincers snapping threateningly in your face as a cry escaped you.
"[Y/N]!" You could hear your brothers calling for you, fear laced in their voices.
Your fingers just grazed the hilt of your sword, and you made a mad grab just as the spider lunged downwards.
Your sword pierced through its head seconds before an arrow was embedded in it. You were gasping for breath, clambering out from under the giant dead spider and whipping your sword from its head and whirling around to face whoever had shot the elvish arrow.
A tall elf with straight, white-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes stood before you, aiming his notched arrow between your eyes.
•••
Legolas was caught off guard for a split second.
He could have easily mistaken you for an elleth, with your defined features, regal beauty, and lithe build. But your rather short height and larger ears suggested otherwise. You're a dwarf.
"Drop it," he demanded in a low voice, eyes never leaving yours.
Hesitantly, you lowered your sword to the ground, and Legolas slung his bow back over his shoulders and returned the arrow to his quiver all in a single, swift movement. He moved forward, grabbing your shoulders—not as roughly as you had expected, you noted—and led you back to the company.
Your brothers' and uncle's shoulders sagged with relief at the sight of you uninjured.
"Hands off of her, you filthy elf!" Thorin snarled, glaring at the elf prince.
You winced, almost imperceptibly (except to Legolas), at your uncle's harsh words. After all, the elf prince had tried to save you. He would have succeeded if you hadn't been so quick.
All the same, the elf prince begrudgingly obliged, removing his hands from you.
You were all shoved into cells in the Elf King's dungeon, and you angrily kicked the bars to yours, sliding down the wall until your bum hit the ground, legs stretched out in front of you.
You passed the time by humming a quiet tune to yourself, unknowingly lulling a few of the other dwarves to sleep in the cells across from and beside yours.
"What is that song?"
You looked up, startled, at the elf prince standing over you, casting his shadow into your cell. You could still make out his bright sapphire blue eyes in the shrouded light.
"Just...a small tune my mother used to sing me and my brothers when we were dwarflings."
"What is it called?"
You paused. Why did he want to know? Why was he even talking to you in the first place?
"It never really had a name...it's just a silly little tune." You brushed it off, thinking he wasn't really interested.
"Would you...sing it for me?"
Did I just ask her to sing for me?
"You want me to...sing it?"
Legolas blinked. "Yes. If you'd like. It's just... that was a rather nice tune."
You were a silent for a long moment, thinking.
He thought the silence meant you weren't going to, and he felt silly for even asking. For even stopping by your cell, for even coming down here in the first place.
As he started to turn away, your soft voice broke the silence.
He turned to look at you, watching you as you sang. You weren't looking at him, but instead at your feet, stretched out in front of you.
Your song awoke something in Legolas.
He felt like he could suddenly see the world in a new light.
Your song came to an end, and Legolas found himself hesitant to break the peaceful silence that followed.
But you didn't share that hesitance.
"Why did you come down here? I mean, why did you stop to speak to me?"
Your bright eyes flashed up to meet his and Legolas swore he forgot how to breathe for a moment. Not that he would ever let you know that.
"I...don't know," he said, before turning and briskly walking away.
•••
"They'll be down a dwarf soon enough," the orc gloated, Tauriel's blade pressed to his fat neck. "We stuck the little female one with a morgul shaft."
Legolas' eyes widening didn't escape his father's notice.
Legolas had never been happier to see an orc beheaded.
Thranduil sent Tauriel away and turned to his son.
"Whatever you feel isn't real. I will not allow you to fall for one of those cretins."
Legolas has said nothing, opting to turn away from his king and walk out of the room.
Tauriel followed him into Mirkwood that night, joining him on his mission to Laketown.
"You want to save her. The dwarrowdam. Why?" She pressed, following him as they leapt across roof tops.
"She...makes me feel something...something I never thought I would feel." Legolas muttered, not discussing it any further with the elleth.
Tauriel just smirked knowingly.
Screams from a few houses down caught their atttention, and they rushed off, leaping into the house to find four dwarves and two human girls fending off some orcs. Legolas almost smirked as he watched you pelting one with nearby potatoes.
The orcs were disposed of, and Legolas turned to where you lay.
You had collapsed onto your back, a sack of flour beneath your head acting as a pillow. A sheen of sweat covered your forehead, and your eyes were clouded over with a feverish haze. You were trembling quite harshly, your teeth chattering.
His eyes trailed down your body, to where your hand was clutching your thigh, a bandage stained with dark, almost black, blood wrapped around it.
Just then, another dwarf had ran up the porch steps, stopping just before the elf prince, clutching athelas in his hand.
He snatched it from the shocked dwarf with the funny hat and rushed over next to you, starting to treat your wound.
"You cannot be him..." he heard you mutter as he chanted an elvish healing spell.
He felt his brow furrow in slight confusion.
"He is far away...walking among the stars, out of reach...beautiful and graceful...You cannot be him. He is my saving grace...my angel..."
Your eyes slipped shut and you fell into a peaceful, feverless sleep.
•••
Azog's just as horrific son, Bolg, was relentless.
And you were getting tired.
You had long since ushered your brother, Kili, into safety, and picked up a sword, facing the horrendous orc.
He had knocked you onto your back a few feet away, your sword slipping out of reach. He lumbered towards you, a sick grin stretched across his ugly face. He raised his sword above his head, ready for the kill. You closed your eyes, bracing for death.
But the blow never came.
Your eyes flew open and relief flooded you at the sight of the golden-haired prince who had come to your rescue, yet again.
He managed to push Bolg over the side to gain some time as the orc tried to find a way back up to you, and the elf ran to your side, helping you up. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Better, even, now that you're here," you grinned, and he grinned back, kissing your forehead.
Bold pulled himself back over the side just as Legolas pulled away. You and him stood side to side, weapons at the ready as Bolg charged forward, wildly swinging his large sword.
He may have been outnumbered, but his strength more than made up for it.
Bolg threw Legolas against a stone wall before turning to you, running his sword through you without an ounce of hesitation. He grinned maliciously, pulling you closer before roughly pushing you off his sharp blade. You collapsed backwards, eyes staring blankly at the grey, cloudy sky above you.
"No!" Legolas roared, his anger giving him the strength and speed he needed to behead the tall orc.
Once he was sure he was dead, Legolas ran to you, lifting your head off the cold, hard ground, and shifting you so your head rest against his bicep and your legs crossed diagonally across his lap.
You were unable to speak, left fighting for your breath.
Legolas rocked you calming my back and forth, whispering sweet nothings to you as crystal tears dropped from his eyes.
With a shuddering breath, Legolas bent down to press a kiss to your soft lips.
"Goodbye...meleth-nin," he whispered, sliding two gentle fingers over your eyes to close them. He clutched you tightly to him, crying into your sweet-smelling hair.
He looked up at the sight of movement in the broken archway. His father stood there, in his glimmering armor.
"Ada...if this is love...I do not want it," Legolas pleaded. "Please - take it from me. Ada. Please."
A tear slid down Thranduil's cheek at the sight of his son so broken-heartened.
"I am sorry, my son."
