| Nature | Legolas Greenleaf
I recently got sucked into the black hole that is LOTR and am in desperate need of Legolas fics (I mean, who can resist pretty elf princes?). Literally anything is fine, but it would be great if it could be fluff. Or a crackfic.
You mumbled some not so nice words at the overhanging tree branch, swatting it from your face.
You continued walking only to nearly trip over a root in your way.
You jumped back, coincidentally right into a web and sighed angrily, shaking and trying to dislodge the silky, sticky entrails from your hair. When you looked up again a certain elf was observing you.
“What?” you said. Before you could say anything else you nearly jumped out of your skin in fright when you realized a vine was wrapped around your arm.
“Nothing,” Legolas replied. His blank expression did not change but there was a certain twinkle in his eyes that betrayed his thoughts.
“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” You muttered, untangling yourself. “It is not my fault that nature hates me.”
“Nature does not hate you,” Legolas said, maneuvering his way through the forest as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. “You merely do not know how to properly co-exist with it. This is why it battles you.”
“So you’re telling me it is purposely messing with me?” You narrowed your eyes. Legolas sighed.
“You need to learn how to be one with your surroundings.”
“Well then teach me, oh so wise one,” You drawled, not having his mojo jojo.
Legolas glanced back at you. “First of all, attacking everything in sight will not help.”
You looked at your hand that had pieces of torn leaves that you’d ripped when you pushed the vine away from you and dropped them onto the ground sheepishly.
“Secondly, please do not frighten off the wildlife. They can hear you coming a mile away, what with your footsteps.”
“What’s wrong with my footsteps?” You asked indignantly.
The corner of his lip tugged up slightly. “You sound as if you are a herd of stags stamping through.”
You gaped at him, appalled at the insult. “Excuse me?” Legolas himself seemed to not make a blip of noise as he walked, almost as if he were gliding along the ground. Well it wasn’t your fault you were not a mystical elf now was it?
“You are excused,” He hummed. “Lesson number three, you need to listen to nature.”
At that he stopped entirely, and you almost ran right into his back. You spluttered, trying to balance yourself.
“Don’t just stop-”
He turned around so that he was looking at you and smiled. “Sit.”
You opened your mouth to argue but his smile intensified threateningly and you found yourself sitting.
Legolas folded his legs in and you replicated the action, growing suspicious when he placed his hands lightly on his knees. His bow and pack of arrows stayed in their position strung over his back, showing you just how ready he was at all times for a battle.
“Close your eyes,” He said.
“Don’t we have more important things to do-”
“This is important. Now close your eyes.”
You wanted to say that your appointment and reason for this journey was more important but you kept your lips shut. The world shut off to darkness as you closed your eyelids.
“Patience,” he said with a tilt of amusement in his voice that made you even more agitated. “What can you hear?”
What. “I don’t hear-”
You pinched your side to calm yourself and attempted to hear something, anything to get him off your case.
“Fine. I hear uh, a mosquito. Also I think there is a stream somewhere nearby.”
“An orc has better senses than you, anyone could tell that. Try harder.”
You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from lashing out. You considered running but knew you wouldn’t get very far comparing your speed to his.
“Don’t just listen with your ears, listen with everything.”
Fine, you thought. Might as well.
So you waited. And waited.
You sat there for about five minutes without hearing anything and was about to give up when something whispered in your ear. It was the wind, blowing through your hair and curving round your body.
And just like that it seemed everywhere came alive. Slowly the stream nearby picked up in frequency, and you could hear the water rushing over stones, splashing the soil. A bunny scurried into a hole off to your left, debris and dead leaves crunching underneath its feet.
You had been too annoyed earlier to register the smell of the forest but now that you weren’t occupied it assaulted you. Fresh ozone, stinging pine, an earthy, dusty aroma filling your nose. It was so potent you could taste it on your tongue and at the back of your throat.
A hawk cried somewhere off in the distance. More creatures hurried along in the background. A trail of ants, the slow slithering of the belly of a snake, a cooing from a bird to your right, and the response from another bird up ahead. The leaves of the trees overhead rustled in the wind and you could feel the forest floor beneath you, hard from the countless travelers that had trekked its path before, but slightly damp from rain that had fallen two days prior.
Without thinking your body let go tension and you heard even your own inner workings. You registered your breathing, chest moving up and down as air went out of you, mingling with the forest air that you drew back in. Your heart thudded inside you, the rhythm coinciding with the drip of a moist leaf far off.
Your hands moved from your lap, burying themselves into the dirt around you limply, feeling it against your skin and clumping underneath your nails.
And somehow, you made the vague thought that you really were one with nature.
You didn’t know how long you had been in that state. Then you were being shaken gently, shattering your calm.
The first thing you saw when you reopened your eyes was blue. A sea of clear sky that had you drowning in their depths. It was only when you blinked you saw that you were really only looking into Legolas’ eyes.
You got to your feet, jerking away from him. It surprised you when your legs turned to jelly. You would have fallen if not for the tall elf who had supported your weight, already up.
It felt as if you had just come out of a deep slumber. “W-what? I-” Even your voice sounded raspy.
“And that,” Legolas began and you saw all at once how close you were to him, your palms squeezing his arms for support and your head on his chest. You flushed when he spoke, his chest rumbling as he did. “-is what it is to listen to nature.”
You managed to regain your balance and let go of him, but he did not make an effort to put more distance between the two of you.
“Is that what you elves hear all the time?” You asked. Now that you weren’t listening, the woods had gone back to how you had perceived them at first, and you couldn’t get back those feelings you had.
Legolas only gave you a close eyed smile.
“No wonder you all are like that,” You mumbled. It was like they were on drugs 24/7.
“I will take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow.
“If you want,” you replied, now completely back to normal and smirked up at him.
Legolas closed the small space between you suddenly, making it nonexistent. You had no time to react when he spoke, now so close you could feel his lips brushing your ear.
“You have no idea what I want, Y/N.”
A rush of sparks tingled down your spine, blood hot underneath your cheeks. You were sure you were a statue when Legolas moved away and began walking yet again.
He was already a far ways ahead when his voice drifted back to you.
“I would advise you to make haste, Y/N. After all we have important places to be.”