Suddenly, Legolas realised. His eyes widened and he almost regretted offering his allegiance to the hobbit. Legolas only held you tighter, from fear you would run away or collapse in his arms. You only leaned forwards and leant onto Legolas’ shoulder, using it as a headrest.

“Do you really plan to leave me?” your voice was but a whisper, yet Legolas caught every syllable with his impeccable hearing. A ghost of a smile passed Legolas’ soft, pink lips. He chuckled at your antics.

“I have every intention to return to you,” he chuckled, “It’s for the greater good.”

“The greater good,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his noble self, “Do you not think that a wizard is great enough company for the bearer of the ring? You have hardly seen battle, my love. What if it comes to war?”

“A war has already begun. I intend to take part in its end. Besides, it would do me good to get away from my father,” Legolas laughed softly.

“Your father . . . ,” you groaned, “What shall I tell him? That his treasured son has gone running off on a perilous journey, in the company of a dwarf! Aye, that is what I shall tell him when I face his wrath!”

“He will understand,” Legolas assured, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

“No, he will not.”

“No, he won’t . . .”

You looked up at Legolas, the corners of your lips pulled up into a smile whilst your bright eyes were scowling. Legolas laughed and ruffled your hair. You gasped and in retaliation ruffled his. You scowled at each other before Legolas pulled away from you, his hand still tightly grasping yours.

“Where are we going?” you asked Legolas, looking at him incredulously as he pulled you through the halls of Imladris.

“I wish to become acquainted with my new companions before our journey’s start,” Legolas explained, not looking back at you.

“I see . . . and when do I come into this scenario of yours?”

“Now,” Legolas smirked mischievously and pushed open a grand, ornately decorated door. Behind it was a dwarf, two men, and four hobbits. The wizard was nowhere in sight.

What unlikely company.

Legolas led you to sit down with him on a beautifully carved sofa, lined with lilac fabric. Your palms rested on his thigh, clasped together, and his were slowly rubbing circles on yours in a calming manner. You gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly, not saying a word.

The dwarf looked over at you, scoffing at the two elves. “Who’s the lass, elfling?”

At this, the other company members ceased their talking with one another and snapped their gaze over to the two elves. “I am no mere elfling, dwarf!” Legolas defended, getting agitated towards the dwarf.

“Do not give into his temptations, meleth e-guilen,” you warned, putting a light yet firm hand on Legolas’ chest to stop him from him from attacking, “My name is Y/N, adar dithen.”

“What are ye saying? Do ye offer me insult?!” Gimli shouted all of a sudden, clenching his fists and jumping up in a threatening manner.

“Sit down, my friend. I bear no ill will towards you. I simply called you ‘little father’, consider it endearment compared to the other foul things I could refer to you as,” you said calmly, your lips stretching into a smile.

“Oh, well, in that case, continue!” the dwarf sat back down, cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment. This earned a chorus of laughter from the rest of the group.

“Pardon me, ma’am,” came a quiet, thick-accented voice, “but would it be okay of me to ask what business you have with our friend?”

Both Legolas and you smiled at how quickly the hobbit, Sam, had welcomed him. You looked over at Legolas, lost for words. What would be the appropriate thing to say?

“We . . . ,” Legolas hesitated, looking back at you. You nodded and Legolas looked back at Sam, “We are in love.”

As Legolas said this, his hands grasped yours in a gentle hold. He squeezed your hands slightly, and you squeezed back.

The Fellowship fell silent as Legolas announced this news. There was hardly squeak of noise coming from anyone in the room.

“What splendid news, mellon!” Aragorn exclaimed all of a sudden, bouncing up from his perch and striding over to the two elves. “Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta!”

“Thank you, Aragorn. You are most gracious,” you smiled as the man took your hand and placed a gentle, friendly kiss on it.

As Aragorn returned to his seat near Boromir, you spotted in your peripheral vision as Pippin nudged Merry. He nodded his head, eyes sparkling, to you. “She’s beautiful!” he murmured, underestimating the hearing of elves. Legolas also heard this and gave your hand a gentle squeeze, one look at him and it was obvious he was amused.

“It is as if she is a star herself,” Merry replied, his eyes transfixed on your flowing Y/H/C locks and smooth skin. You coughed, feeling rather awkward upon hearing the hobbits, and stood up.

Smoothing down your dress, you said, “I must go and find Arwen, I haven’t spoken to her in what feels like an age!” Aragorn perked up, his eyes boring into yours. A thought crossed his mind, he would have to leave Arwen once more.

As you left the room, the words of hobbits were still ringing in your ears.

Later in the day, when the cover of night had fallen on the valley, you found yourself stood like a mighty queen overlooking her kingdom. Instead, however, you were simply taking in the beauty of the woodland and waterfalls of Rivendell.

A musical chime rang throughout the valley, a melody ringing in your ears. A harp had been strung in a nearby hall, music filling the air, accompanied by a melodic voice. You sighed in content as you watched the water below you, thundering down a large cliff to slam harshly into the sharp rock that stood out at the bottom.

Your ears twitched as the sound of footsteps neared you. Your skirt clung to your legs in the breeze, and the voices of the new arrivals drifted towards you. It was the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin.

The music changed slightly in the nearby hall. A violin and a flute had entered the song, changing the pace rapidly. It became a tune that was seldom heard in any of the Elven kingdoms, and you knew it was either by the will of the hobbits, or some kind elf wanting to make them feel more at home.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N!” the cheery voice of Pippin chimed from behind you. As you suspected Merry stood beside him. “It’s a wonderful night, and what wonderful music!”

“Yes, it is,” you agreed, smiling at the young hobbits.

“Do you dance?” Pippin asked all of a sudden, causing Merry to elbow him in the stomach for being so blunt.

“Not to music like this, I am afraid,” you told them with a sorry smile. Pippin’s face fell.

“Well, my fair Lady,” Merry chirped in, “Watch us and learn.”

All of a sudden, the two hobbit began dancing in a very strange manner. They kicked their heels and bounded up and down. Their curls bounced on their heads and their arms waved about. Yet all of it was in an organised manner.

“Is this how all hobbits dance?” you asked incredulously, your curiosity finding the better of you.

“Not all, m’lady. We created it, you see!” Pippin announced proudly, sticking his chest out. Merry scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, did you? Well, we elves created dozens upon dozens of the most graceful, most elegant and most impressive dances still used today!” you countered, teasing the hobbits.

“None as marvellous as the Brandybuck Boogie though!” Merry raised an eyebrow tauntingly.

What a strange name for a dance.

“I have never heard of it,” you told them, “Would you like to demonstrate?”

And demonstrate they did, never failing to make a fool of themselves.

By the time they had finished, the hobbits were weary and ready for bed. You parted ways with a smile still on your lips. You turned and wandered through Lord Elrond’s halls, your bare feet padding on the smooth floor and barely making a noise.

You were so silent, in fact, that you managed to sneak up on Legolas and Aragorn.

“She is one of the fairest elves I have had the pleasure of meeting,” said Aragorn to his elvish companion, his face lit up by the moonlight.

“Aye, she is. Yet it is not her appearance that makes me love her so,” Legolas sighed with a contented smile as he thought of you.

“I can imagine there are many things,” Aragorn too sighed as his thoughts drifted to Arwen.

“Indeed. Her smile never fails to brighten my day, her voice is more melodic than the finest melody, and she is the kindest soul to ever grace Middle-earth. I would gladly give her my heart, my soul, my everything. I am utterly in love with Y/N, I cannot deny my feelings. After this drama is over, if I come back at all that is, I intend to wed her and spend the rest of my days with her,” Legolas let out, his face lit up with the broadest of smiles, “She is perfect for me, and I would do anything for her to stay with me.”

Upon hearing this, you had to lean yourself against a pillar to keep upright. Your heart fluttered in your chest, thudding in your ears. You had always known of Legolas’ feelings for you, although the only things he had ever really said were along the lines of ‘I love you’.

You paid little attention to the rest of the conversation, nor your surroundings, so it was quite a surprise for you when Legolas rounded the corner to find you clutching your chest. He looked at you with furrowed brows, much like he had earlier, before you launched yourself towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re not leaving me, not now, not ever,” you pulled back to place your palms on his face. Your noses almost met and your sweet breath mingled with his fresh breath. Without warning, you slammed you lips to his.

If any elf, like Elrond for an example, were to cross you and Legolas at this moment, what you were doing would surely be considered as scandalous.

Yet you didn’t care.

Legolas had no problem complying with your wishes and worked his lips with yours. “What’s brought this on?” he said as soon as he got a chance to breathe.

“I overheard your conversation with Aragorn,” you admitted, pulling away slightly so you could talk.

“You did?” Legolas gulped, eyes widening.

“I never knew you felt that passionately for me.”

“Y/N, my feelings for you are stronger than they have been for any other in my entire time on Middle-earth. Only the Valar themselves could pull me from you, and even then, they’d have some trouble,” Legolas declared.

You immediately scoffed, "Gimli, I do not believe the game is the creation of dwarves."

"That may be what you think, mi'lady, but decades ago the company of the great Thorin Oakenshield invented this game and played it!" Gimli told you proudly, sticking his chest out, "And if you are in need of proof, Ori – one o' the lads that set out to Moria – wrote up a list of rules."

Once again, you scoffed, causing Legolas and Aragorn to chuckle and Boromir to crack a smile. Gimli smirked and pulled out a long piece of parchment from his coat pocket. He stood up on stiff legs and marched over to you. He held it in front of your face and forced you to read it.

"This proves nothing," you grinned up at him, "A set of rules does not determine who invented the game."

Gimli huffed and opened his mouth to say something in his defense, when Aragorn interrupted. "Regardless," he spoke smoothly, "it seems like an excellent idea to raise our spirits. What say you, ring-bearer?"

Frodo looked surprised that he had even been considered in this conversation, being one of the little people and all. Yet he always failed to realise that the Hobbits were the most precious of the entire Fellowship – at least to those in it.

"I haven't played a game in a long time," said Frodo, "And I wish to now!" Merry and Pippin who had been waiting expectantly cheered and high-fived each other. The Fellowship then took it in turns to ask each other questions. Some were rather embarrassing. The first person to pick dare was Gimli, who claimed he was a brave dwarf warrior and would not be embarrassed by a silly dare.

It was needless to say that with Pippin being the one to dare him, it didn't go well. He had been dared to dance around the fire with Merry, who had immediately rejected the idea but was forced to eventually. Gimli was so energetic he almost landed them both in the fire.

"My turn!" Gimli announced when he finally sat down. You knew it was your turn to be asked but you hoped he would forget. "Y/N, who was the first person you ever took a liking to?"

Your heart froze in your chest (which panicked you considering the current temperature) and you tensed up. "Someone . . . you all know."

There was immediate chatter amongst the Fellowship, everyone wondering who it could be. Gimli silence everyone with his booming voice and a smirk on his bearded face, "Now, now, everyone. I know exactly who it must have been. Y/N, do not lie to me, was it me?"

Your face had been emotionless up until this point, when a broad grin broke out on your face. A small giggle escaped your throat, which escalated to manic laughter. The rest of the Fellowship, including Gimli, started laughing too, "No, no, no, Master Gimli. T'was not you."

"Who was it then?" inquired a fascinated Merry.

"Was it Elrond?" asked Pippin, earning a slap over the head from Merry.

"Of course it's not Lord Elrond, Pip," he scolded.

"Elladan? Elrohir?" Aragorn proposed, leaning forwards as if he was heavily interested.

"Who is that?" Pippin asked as if it was the most preposterous thing he had heard all day.

"Just because you have never met someone does not mean that they do not exist, young Hobbit," Boromir ruffled his hair.

Sam, who had been silent up until then, had been looking between you and Legolas suspiciously. "Miss Y/N?" he asked, earning your attention, "Was it Legolas?"

Your body stiffened and your throat went dry. How did he know? The Fellowship took your silence for a yes – which was technically correct – and cheered. Instead of pulling away from you, like you expected him to do, Legolas' grip tightened. Looking up at him you saw . . . adoration in his eyes?

"By my beard!" yelled Gimli, "You are a match made by the Valar."

"Indeed, Gimli son of Glόin," Legolas agreed, much to your liking. Your cheeks flushed red and you cast your eyes into the fire so that you would not be forced to looked at anyone else. Aragorn, noticing how uncomfortable you felt, decided to move the game on.

"Whose turn is it next?" he asked suddenly, causing Boromir to raise his hand slightly. Aragorn nodded at him. You realised suddenly that it was Legolas' turn to be asked and your heart was now in your throat.

"Legolas, truth or dare?"

"Dare," he answered bravely, his grip never loosening.

"Considering recent revelations," oh no, "I dare you to kiss Y/N for three minutes."

Legolas' eyes widened, considering this was the first time he had done anything like this, but he still nodded. He let go of you only to spin you around and place one hand on your lower back and the other on your upper back.

Your heart was thudding in your chest as if you had just been running a race, and so was his. Legolas leaned in, unsure of what he was doing and whispered: "I have no idea what I am doing here, a'maelamin."

Beloved. He called you his beloved. You felt like screaming out your happiness to the world, you were so rejoiced. Your thoughts were interrupted by a cold pair of lips on your equally cold ones. Your lips were numb, but as you got them moving in time with Legolas' they warmed up and you could feel them once more.

You vaguely heard Boromir announce that the time was up, however neither you nor Legolas broke apart. Your hands, which had been hanging limp at your sides, were now raised into his hair. Legolas chuckled yet still did not break from the intimate kiss you were sharing. Legolas then took your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled on it ever so slightly.

When you finally pulled apart, it was because you were gasping for air. Legolas put his forehead against yours, "Lle ume quel," he told you, making you smile broadly, "Vanimle sila tiri."

You had never grinned as much in your life.

A'maelamin = My beloved

Lle ume quel = You did well

"No." He whined. You rolled your eyes, and made to get back up again, but you just ended up lifting yourself up slightly before losing your balance and falling back down again. "You're staying here."

You sighed deeply. "Legolas, you know I have to go to work today."

He suddenly flipped you over, making a shriek erupt from your lips, and pinned you underneath him. His cerulean eyes hit you like a tidal wave, and the smirk on his face made you bite your lip to stop from attacking his with yours.

"No you don't because I'm the Prince and I say you are allowed to not go to work today." He said proudly. You cocked an eyebrow at his smug face, you mind clicking away finding any sort of loop hole. When none was found, you sighed and his smirk switched to a wide smile when he knew he had won.

He rolled over onto his side and pulled you against his chest and holding you in place with his iron grip, settled the blanket over you, buried his head in your hair and entwined his legs with yours. You had officially no way of escape. Not that you wanted to, of course.

You pushed your head into his neck and breathed in his comforting scent. He squeezed your back lightly. Your eyelids fell as he drew random patterns over your hips, up your spine, across your shoulder blades and threaded his fingers through your hair.

**********

"Bed, Wed, Behead," You paused thinking about who you would say, "Bard, Gimli or Arwen." You said giggling.

Legolas groaned making you giggle harder. "Um." His eyes averted to the ceiling, narrowing in thought. You looked up at him and brushed a lock of hair off of his cheek.

"Marry Arwen, Kill Gimli and..." He mumbled the last part, pink dusted across his cheeks.

"And...what?" You taunted, poking his chest.

"And I'd 'bed' Bard." He muttered under his breath. You wrapped your arms around your stomach and was forced to rock backwards and forwards since you were laughing so hard. Looking up to see Legolas' unamused face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, sent you into another wave of violent laughter.

Legolas' eyebrows lifted and a loving smile danced across his lips. Your laughter was his favourite sound. It could light up the  darkest room, and lift the spirits of even the most miserable person (which could have, arguably, been the Elven King, with you being the only person to make his lips twitch).

He leant down and abruptly pressed his lips to yours, surprising you so much you punched him in the chest. This, obviously, didn't hurt him that much, but he still clutched his hands to his chest, made a weird face, and fell backwards onto the bed, his tongue stuck out and eyes closed. You giggled softly and scooch up next to him. Your face immediately went sad and you placed the back of your hand against your forehead.

"Oh no, my handsome prince is dead. Whatever shall I do?" You asked hysterically. A smile crept onto your face when he bit down on his tongue to stop from laughing. His tongue darted back into his mouth and he pursed his lips. You laughed softly. "Oh, I see. I must give him a true love's kiss." You announced dramatically. You leant over and placed a soft kiss to his nose. His mouth dropped into a pout. You rolled your eyes and planted a kiss on his mouth.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, pinning you down by your wrist and his pelvis resting on yours. You let out a sharp breath, looking up and drowning in his twinkling bay blue eyes. He angled his head to the side and tilted himself towards you, capturing your lips in his. You kissed back immediately, sliding your wrists from his grips and knotting them around his neck; your elbow fitting against the back of his neck. His hands slipped against the mattress and his forearms replaced them, still placed on either side of your head.

You slid your arms off his neck and removed your hands from his honey hair; catching his collar on his silver cotton pyjamas, and gripped them tightly, pulling his chest closer to yours. You widened your legs, letting him lock into them and you hooked your ankles onto his thighs. He shifted himself and you moaned into his mouth at the friction. With a last hot, open mouth kiss he detached his lips from yours and attacked your jawline and neck. You bit your lip to supress the deep moan rumbling in you and threatening to escape.

You closed your eyes, drowning in pleasure as Legolas bit and sucked at your sensitive flesh. You released his collar and ran your hands up and down his chest electing a groan from him. He slipped a hand down your sides, making you shiver, over your thighs and brushed against your clothed core. You jerked beneath him as he began to rub you through your pyjamas.

"Legolas." You breathed as he circled your clit. He hummed into response into your neck. He trailed his fingers off your soaking core to the waist band of your trousers and slowly peeled them off your legs.

The door creaked open and a gasp was heard from the doorway. Legolas sat up and whipped his head towards the door to see his flabbergasted father stood at the door, hand over his mouth and indigo eyes wide. Legolas rolled off you and sat up, his face a deep crimson. You were frozen with embarrassment but managed to prop yourself up on your hands and stare at the shocked Elven King.  

"Um." You broke the awkward silence and reached up to brush a piece of your hair out your face. Thranduil coughed, his face flushing and reclaimed his firm composure.

"Legolas, I noticed you weren't at the archery fields this afternoon and I was coming to check if your were well." He said, his authoritative tone back, "But I see you are," He paused as if thinking the appropriate word, "Occupied."

You blushed when he looked directly at you. With a quick wink to you (which you blushed profusely at), he left, closing the door behind him. You took a side glance to Legolas who was looking as stunned as you. The corners of your mouth twitched and Legolas saw, replicating your smile. A chuckle escaped him, which you took as permission and let out a bark of laughter.

He rolled over on top of you, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He kissed your cheek lightly and moved to your ear.

"Now." He paused to place a kiss to the spot beneath your ear, "Where were we?"

When you awoke, your wound had been fully healed and you were lying in your own bed. You awoke to someone's gentle finger rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "Legolas?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye with your spare hand.

"Yes, I'm here," Legolas smiled sadly at you, still rubbing circles on your hand. He had bags underneath his eyes, something very odd for an elf because lack of sleep wasn't supposed to have much of an impact on elves.

"How long was I asleep for?" you asked, trying to push your self up into a sitting position.

"A . . . while . . . ," Legolas replied after a few moments of silence, staring with glassy eyes at your creamy white bedsheets. His eyes painfully reminded you of Y/F/N and memories of what had happened washed over you. There was no way Y/F/N could have survived, in fact you saw him/her dead with your own two eyes.

You let out a heartbroken wail, clutching your head as if it would split apart, and clutching your stomach as if it was about to hurl up all of its contents. You threw your head back down onto the pillow, before flipping your self onto your stomach and burying your face into the many blankets and pillows you had at your head. Tears soaked your pillowcase and you allowed them to run freely down your face, not being able to hold in your despair.

Your screams were muffled by the pillow, but still loud enough to pierce the once serene air. If anyone in the palace was asleep, they were sure to have been roused by now.

Legolas didn't try to tell you to calm down, nor did he try to stop you from letting out your pain and anger; instead he simply placed his cool hand on your burning back and rubbed it as comfort.

This went on for an age, you could say, and when you finally spoke, your voice was so hoarse it was only but a whisper, "It was my fault, Legolas, I could have saved him/her."

Legolas' calming demeanour quickly changed as he lifted you up and spun around so you lay in his lap. You were in no position to deny him, so you threw your arms around his neck, linking your slender fingers together at his back, "You are no murderer, Y/N, you couldn't have done anything to prevent it."

"It should have been me!" you yelled, ignoring what he had said, whilst burying your wet face into his chest. You felt slightly guilty for ruining his clothes for the day, but judging my Legolas' hand that was repeatedly smoothing your hair down on your back, he didn't mind.

"Hush now . . . ," Legolas whispered into your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, "You will be alright."

"No, I will not be alright!" you thumped his chest over and over again with your balled up fist, "Nothing will ever be alright! My best friend is dead! Because of me!"

"I know, Y/N, I know it's hard," Legolas didn't let up when you kept hitting him, you only stopped when you felt his warm lips place themselves on your forehead. Lingering for a moment, Legolas then pulled back and smiled when you had calmed down a bit.

Your eyes were heavy and sore, your throat hoarse and scratchy, "I'm tired," you announced suddenly, forgetting for the moment what had happened.

"Go to sleep, Y/N. I'll still be here when you wake up."

And he was right, when you opened your puffy eyes only an hour or two later, Legolas was still with you. However, instead of you being curled up on his lap, you were lying on your bed next to Legolas. You were facing him and noted that his eyes were shut, yet his breathing indicating that he was not asleep.

Once of his hands lay in your hair that was sprawled out across the bed, one finger slowly twirling a few strands. The other rested itself on the curve of your hip. Your chest froze as you took in your intimate position, if someone were to come across you like this, they would surely think the worst and assume you to be the new princess of the Woodland Realm. 

Without opening his eyes, Legolas asked you, "How are you feeling now?"

"Numb, empty, confused," you answered honestly, why would you lie? It was obvious you weren't okay so weren't going to fake it. You considered it an insult to your friend if you denied your grief.

"You have no idea how much I wish I could take it all away from you," Legolas whispered, opening his piercing blue eyes and staring into your Y/E/C ones.

"I think I do," you sighed, thinking of how much you wanted to just switch your emotions off. If only that was possible. You felt a tingly feeling on the side of your torso, and you pinned it as Legolas moving his hand up to rest on your upper arm, letting his fingers dance on your side.

You welcomed his comfort happily, unconsciously shuffling closer to said elf. A lone tear leaked out of the corner of your eye and, due to your position, trickled diagonally down your cheek. Legolas' bottom lip stuck out ever so slightly, as if he was about to cry, and he brought his hand that was twirling your hair to your face. You flinched, and Legolas stopped moving, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded at him, and he brushed the pad of his thumb across your under-eye and wiped away your tear.

His other arm stretched over so that the palm of his hand rested on the square of your back, and he then pulled you closer so that your chests were almost touching and your legs were entangled with each other. You sighed in content and leaned forwards to rest your forehead on Legolas' shoulder, "Thank you, Legolas."

Instead of taking them from you, this time the elf stared at you, wide eyed and lips parted. "What?" you asked warily, put off by his staring. You felt a breeze of wind rush past you and you hair flew in your face. You quickly tugged the loose hairs behind your ears and then realised.

Your hood was down.

It must have come down when you stood back up. You heart stopped in your chest and you gulped. At a rapid pace, you hastily pulled your hood back up so that is would hide your face once more. It was too late, however, the elf had recognised you. He shook his head ever so slightly, as if he was trying to shake himself out of a daze, and opened his mouth to ask you a question. "Is that all of your weapons?"

"Yes," you spoke quickly, wanting him to go away. And he did, but he took you with him. He looked at you for a couple of seconds before muttering 'good' and taking a tight hold of your arm. He led you through the dwarves and elves and to where the blonde elf stood in front of Thorin, inspecting his sword, Glamdring. You marveled at his beauty, your thoughts swirling with lust and anticipation. Your heart raced in your chest and a lump rose to your throat.

"Hîr vuin," the elf announced as soon as Legolas finished dealing with Thorin. You shrugged your arm away from his now loose grasp and glared up at him. Why could he not just leave you be?

"Falchon?" Legolas questioned, looking between the elf, Falchon, and you. His gaze lingered on you for a few moments longer than necessary. His eyebrow arched as he looked back at Falchon, "Is there a problem?"

"Hîr vuin Legolas, this one won't remove their hood," Falchon told him, skipping out the fact that he had already seen you. Legolas' eyes flicked back to where you stood.

"Remove your hood before I make you," he ordered. You blood ran cold however at the same time you felt the need for laugh. No matter how much you tried to stop it, a suppressed giggle made its way out of your throat. "Do you think this is funny, elf?" he narrowed his eyes at you. He took a step towards you and you instinctively took a step backwards. Legolas increased his pace until he was able to reach out and grabbed hood. At a lightning pace, he yanked your hood down.

Your entire world fell silent as the cool air touched your cheeks. You raised your eyes ever so slowly and when they finally reached Legolas' ice blue ones, you felt tears sting the back of your eyes. You had sorely missed your dear best friend. You couldn't remember what had provoked you to leave, but you found yourself regretting your decision. However, you had to remind yourself that if you hadn't of left, then you wouldn't have met the dwarves.

"Y/N?" Legolas asked in a voice so broken it hurt you. You smiled a sad smile at him, giving a little wave. He turned to Falchon who stood a few metres behind him, "Enwenno hain!" he shouted, ordering that the dwarves be taken to the Elvenking's halls. Instead of going with them, Legolas walked in the opposite direction, pushing your shoulders and making you walk backwards with him.

A redhead elf stopped momentarily and looked back at you. She seemed to recognise you, but you did not recognise her. You furrowed you eyebrows at her retreating figure.

"You must be an illusion," Legolas said abruptly, cupping his hand around the back of your neck and tracing your jawline delicately with his finger tip, "You cannot be real. How is this possible?"

"Surprise?" you laughed awkwardly, trying to break the tension that hung over you like a dark cloud on a stormy day, "I feel ashamed that I left, Legolas, it was stupid. I don't know how I functioned without my best friend."

"Hmm . . . ," Legolas said, seeming a bit disheartened. You frowned, feeling a sense of butterflies in your stomach. Had he gone off you and the intimate moment you had just shared was simply a spur of the moment? "Best friends seems so . . . plain."

You sighed in relief, glad that he wasn't upset with you, but then realised what he had said. What could he have meant by that? "Do you not want to be friends anymore?" you said so quietly that a human would have never of heard it. However, with his elvish traits, Legolas easily picked up what you said.

"Oh, Y/N, you do not understand. I would be a happy man for all of my days on this earth if I could just spend them all with you. Not as a friend, no," when you went to speak up, Legolas put a finger to your lips, "but as. Your. Lover."

"You don't mean to say that-?"

"That is exactly my point, Y/N. I loved you before you left, I loved you while you were gone and I love you now. Please, don't ever leave me again," he confessed, not once taking his eyes off of you. Your heart skipped a beat. You knew, however, that you would end up breaking his heart by leaving him again. You had pledged your loyalty to the dwarves, and you were a woman of your word.

"Good," you told Legolas, cupping a hand around the back of his neck like he did to you, and pulling his head down, "because I love you too."

Your eyes watered with tears of joy as you thought more in depth of the situation and what was happening, and you bit your lip and shook your head 'no'. Despite the fact you had just downed a full goblet of water, your throat felt parched and your lips were dry. You tried to speak, yet no sound but a slight squeak escaped your lips.

"Y/N, please!" Legolas pleaded, his eyes widening to the point you thought they were going to burst as he stared at you with dread creeping into his mind, "Oh, by the Valar, do not tell me that you are dying! I could not live my life without you!"

Your heart glowed at this confession, and you looked up at him in surprise, "Really?" you asked in the quietest of voices. You frowned, this was not your usual self.

"Of course, you are the light of my life, dear Y/N. There is not a moment that goes by when you are not on my mind," Legolas smiled at you, maneuvering so that he sat beside you, "Now, melamin, pray tell me what ever is the matter?"

"Legolas, I-" you started, your voice trailing off. What was wrong with you? Why couldn't you talk all of a sudden? Taking a deep breath, you let everything out in one go: "LegolasIampregnantandyou'regoingtobethefather."

You looked down at the ground, anxious for his reaction. You expected stunned silence at least, but instead all you heard was laughter. On any other day, you would've laughed with him, his laughter always being infectious. However, today you simply felt hurt and confusion. Looking at your lover, you saw that he was in hysterics, his eyes sparkling with tears of laughter and the skin around his eyes crinkling from the wide smile he wore.

When he saw your serious expression, he quickly sobered up, "Y/N, you're serious?" he asked, all traces of laughter diminishing.

"Why would I lie about something like that, Legolas?" you accused, feeling queasy. Legolas' looked down guiltily until his eyes traveled to where you hand rested upon your stomach, clutching it as if it were your life force.

"I do not believe it," Legolas stated, his eyes staring into the distance. Fear and dread spiked through you and your blood ran cold, was this not Legolas' wish? Did he not wish you have a family with you? It had always been your wish to start a family of your own with him, much like the other elves you had seen, having him reject your child would be your worst nightmare.

Legolas interrupted your train of thought by jumping up all of a sudden, bringing you with him by lifting you up by the waist. He swung you around so that you were able to wrap your legs around his waist. You both leaned in, and he nuzzled his nose with yours until you rested your forehead on his.

"Melamin, this is arguably the greatest news I have received in my entire life!" he exclaimed, almost crying. You knew him better than any other in the realm of Greenwood the Great, and you knew that he was a softy at heart.

"You really mean it?" you giggled, smiling back at him.

"Darling Y/N, the only other news that could compete is the what you told me the night we confessed our love for each other," Legolas replied, his heart warming as he remembered that precious moment. Legolas set you down on your feet, and you stood in his embrace for a good few minutes. "How far along are you?" he asked quietly, as if he was afraid to disturb the silence.

"The healer elf thinks roughly three months. Thank the Valar, I was afraid I had put on weight. I thought it could have been something bad, considering all I eat is leaves!" you laughed quietly, he chuckled with you, knowing of your opinion on the most common food in the kingdom.

Legolas then knelt down, looking up at you as if he was asking for your permission. You got his message after momentarily furrowing your brows. You nodded at him, moving your hands out of the way. Legolas then pressed his hear against your belly, using his elf hearing to listen out for a heartbeat. After a couple of minutes, he turned his head and placed his lips gentle against your stomach. He then looked up at you, tears in his eyes as he nodded at you.

There was a heartbeat.

***

"Come on, love, keep strong!" Legolas encouraged, gripping your hand from the side of the bed. You were surprised that you had not broken his hand yet considering you held his hand in such a tight hold you would have easily broken a human's hand.

"It hurts, Legolas!" you whined, throwing your head back and grimacing.

"I know, love."

"You are doing well, my Lady. Just a few more pushes," an elleth told you, standing next to the lead healer who was helping you give birth.

You let out a scream of pain as you pushed once more, this went on for a few more minutes and the pain was becoming unbearable. How big was this baby?! "One more!" the elleth shouted over your screaming. Legolas sighed next to you. He had not once taken his eyes off of your face, his expression matched yours as he grimaced, not liking to see you in pain.

You did as the elleth told you, and the baby still hadn't come out. "You lied!" you hissed, gripping Legolas' hand with your other hand so that both of your hands were clasped around his in a death grip. The healing elf chuckled slightly and you growled at him, "Do you think this is funny?!" you seethed, not in the mood for fun.

"I promise you, Lady Y/N, this is the last one," he replied. You groaned, and pushed with the strength you had left. You suddenly felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders as the baby finally came out of your womb.

You panted heavily, letting go of Legolas' hand and relaxing finally. All of your strength had been drained and all you wanted to do know was go to sleep. Yet, there was one thing you had to do first, and that was to see your child.

Legolas smiled at you, rubbing your arm comfortingly, before moving over to your newborn baby. "It's a {girl/boy}!" Legolas called over to you, not taking his eyes off of the child before him. His smile warmed your heart and nothing gave you greater joy than seeing Legolas this happy.

After the elleth had cleaned the baby up and wrapped him/her up in a blanket, she brought him/her over to you, grinning broadly at you. "S/he's beautiful, my Lady."

"Thank you," you said to the elleth as you sat up and took your baby from her, "and s/he really is."

Legolas came and sat on the side of your bed, tears glistening in eyes. Legolas went to stroke the baby's - who was surprisingly calm for a newborn - cheek when s/he reached up inquisitively and grabbed his finger with his/her whole hand.

"I love you, Legolas," you told him, staring down at your wonderful creation.