The inner conflict of being transgender is overwhelming. There is so much out of my control; everything from the complexities of being viewed in society as something that you are not, to something as simple as just being called the wrong name.
For me my name was something small that I could take control of, something I could take refuge in when everything else was so daunting. And that is exactly why I have it tattooed on my body. Every time I look at my arm, I see a reminder of my strength, a reminder of something that finally aligns with what is inside of me.
I wanted to share the craziest thing i saw in Norway which was the Loki race where men have to run from point a to b and back again with a kilo log attached to their testicles with a noose knot. 😂 congratulations to Bjørnarild for winning the race and the glema competition that same day!
Warnings: a tad bit cheesy but is swEET NONETHELESS
Summary: A Legolas x Mermaid reader story.
Requested by Anon
‘It’s windy.’ Legolas thought as he viewed his surroundings. The wind sent a wave a chills throughout his body. The frosty tips on the grass and dried clumps of leaves on the ground indicated the growing coldness. Legolas gracefully walked upon the hardening ground, not bothered by the small drifts of frost etching the corners of his shoes, or the harsh wind blowing against his face. He even felt a small smile creep up upon his features, feeling content. It was nice to be away from the potent lifestyle being the Prince of Mirkwood ensued. It was nice to be surrounded by nature in all its glory.
From afar in the river nearby, a shiny, a glistening form moved beneath the depths of the waters. Legolas stared with curiosity and caution. He could not help but move closer from his stance, inspecting the thing as if it were an ancient book derived from the Valar. ‘A tail.’ He thought with realization, as he put the pieces together. It was also quite long for a tail. His hand instantly reached for his bow that was placed around his torso. Even the wonders of Middle Earth could also be very dangerous. But still, the mysteriousness of the tail kindled his growing curiosity. As a prince and a warrior, he should know better than to feel a deep sense of wonder for a mere encounter, but today, he was not a prince, nor that of a warrior. He was simply a nature loving ellon with a heavy interest in his current setting. Legolas inched closer, using as much of his elven eyesight as gifted to him to view the living thing.
A large splash caught him by surprise, leaving him instantly reaching for an arrow, sheathing and aiming it in the direction of the creature. His eyes scanned the water for a reappearance. Soon after, he spotted a torso attached to the tail.
This caught him extremely off guard.
His netted his eyebrows in doubt. Mermaid. He had been told stories of them as a young Ellon. Although he was skeptical, he enjoyed the old tales for entertainment purposes. Now that an actual Mermaid was displayed right in front of him, he did not know what to think; or to do. Mermaids were extremely reserved creatures, so for one to be lounging in a lake was odd. And the only reason Legolas knew this was from reading a Middle Earth mythical creature lore book he found in the library out of pure boredom. Mythical.
The newly identified Mermaid rose, emerging onto the surface of the water, revealing the face of a female human. Her eyes were (e/c) and she had (h/l), (h/c) hair. He couldn’t believe his own eyes, smiling at the floating form before him. The mermaid waved a hand through her hair, shaking her head lightly as she went through the minor tangles. She was too focused in her own thoughts to notice Legolas watching her so intently with wonder.
“Hello.” He greeted gently.
The mermaid looked up, widening her eyes at Legolas as if he had just broken into her home. “I am not going to hurt you.” He assured in a soft tone, not wanting to scare her away - or cause her to unleash an unknown wrath he somehow missed in the creature lore book.
Abruptly, she dove into the water, disappearing from his sight. Legolas, fazed and slightly embarrassed, looked down at his weapon. ‘Perhaps it was the bow..’ he thought.
None but a few days later, he returned with nothing but a slim dagger tucked into the safety of his boot. He had just escaped his duties of writing a report of a scout that had taken place the day before, by asking a guard that accompanied him to write it instead.
Walking back to the spot he spotted the mythical being, he glanced around the area. Sitting down to wait. He thought as he sat. Perhaps I had scared her off…
He questioned himself before, as to why he was so inclined in this mermaid. Was it his love for the stories he heard? Or the feeing of discovering something new? Something had definitely grasped onto him, a newfound curiosity that provoked his venture to this spot.
He unconsciously smiled as he saw a familiar shimmer in the water.
Poking out of the water, she realized Legolas was sitting on the grassy patch as he stood days before. “You were here before…” she said hesitantly.
“I was.” He responded casually.
“What do you want?” She asked defensively.
Legolas stared, dumbfounded. “I beg your pardon?”
“Communication with non aquatic beings is strictly forbidden…” she informed.
“Why is that? If I may ask.”
“Mermaids are not accepted into society by the humans. They think we are deadly and murderous, and even tried killing us with spears and arrows when spotted. So we stayed in the deepest regions of the oceans and rivers, living a confined and reserved life. Now all we are to them is a mere myth. A fable.” She said.
“I am not going to hurt you.” Legolas assured. “I am an elf, have you heard of my kind?”
“I have heard stories of tall, immortal and beautiful beings with pointed ears to grace the lands.” She said, smiling at the recollection.
Legolas smiled at the description. “I too have heard stories of your kind, although not ones of you being 'murderous’, just of creatures that roamed the waters with the upper half of a human.”
“I am Legolas. I do not think I have asked you of your name.” He said.
“How unique…” he smiled.
(Y/n) smiled in response. “Legolas. Your name is unique as well.”
Legolas sat comfortably on the grassy ground. Three months had passed, and on the day the ice that formed atop the rivers and lakes was gone, Legolas ran to him and (Y/n)’s unofficial meeting place at once. She was there, waiting for him, mythical form naturally submerged into the water. They caught up on what they both missed, listening intently and laughing with each other as though they had only seen each other the night before. Oh, how he had missed the sound of her quiet laugh and smiling face. And she had missed him, missed all his quirks from the way he stood to the way his mouth opened to talk.
“What is it like?” (Y/n) asked, breaking the pleasant silence that befell upon them.
“What is what like?” Legolas retorted.
“Living out there..” (Y/n) said.
Legolas met eyes with (Y/n), trying to find ways to respond to her question. 'Lonely, without you.’ He yearned to say. He couldn’t help but notice the small hint of sadness dipped into her inquiry. If he had any idea how many nights she spent gazing up to to sky wondering if he was blinking back. She wanted to know, know what it felt like to feel the ground beneath her. If it wasn’t for the lower half of her body, she would be able to easily do so…
“It can be incredibly breathtaking. The trees often speak to me when I spend my time in forests, although it is mainly the sound of their roots groaning deeply…” Legolas began.
(Y/n) chuckled softly, nodding in amusement. She was enjoying this much more than the stories she had been told as a child.
“Parts of the lands are filled with flowers that have unique scents and all sorts of colours you can imagine, and some parts filled with snow and smooth pebbles. There are vast fields that go as far as you can see, and forests filled with trees and the smell of foliage.”
She could not help but imagine herself in those fields, leaning down to smell the fresh scent of a flower, or walking upon the cold snow. She smiled sadly and said, “That sounds…amazing.”
“For all these years I have lived…walking upon these lands and venturing the dangers and finding beauty, I have come across a very special sight. It is my most favourite place to be, that whenever I go to stay I feel not only immense fondness…but an everlasting love that I have come to find through each time I spend in that spot.” Legolas confessed.
Was he revealing his undying love for a mermaid that he met months before? Legolas couldn’t help but imagine life with (Y/n). Spending his days and nights with her, casually talking and lying in a comfortable quiet. He smiled at the thought. Maybe what he was about to say wouldn’t be so bad…
Of course Legolas had thought this through time and time before. He always recalled one of their conversations that took place a few weeks after they met.
“Would you ever..be able to walk upon the land?” Legolas asked.
“Perhaps. The ruler of our race, a godly being, is able to gift us with the ability to walk as long as we have an acceptable reason. So far, no one has ever had an issue so dire, so no mermaid has ever roamed the land.”
Was love a good enough reason? She spoke of how she wished to walk, to discover new things and escape the confined life she lived. Legolas wanted nothing more than to give that to her.
“Describe it to me.” She said, smiling.
“It is a patch of grass, overlooking a rather large lake,” He said casually, viewing his surroundings.
“That is all?” She giggled.
“I am not finished.”
“Go on then.” (Y/n) urged.
Legolas smiled. “There is a mythical being, who fascinates me beyond words, and holds a profound beauty that leaves me gazing at her every feature when she looks away. One who I have come to know, and have fallen deeply in love with…”
“What made you fall in love with her?..” (Y/n) asked, almost whispered.
“Everything. Her smile, her compassion for living things, her fascination with the world. I find the fact that she manages to find beauty in everything immensely admiring. Valar, I could listen to her laugh forever…” He could. He wished to.
“She must be very lucky to have you.” (Y/n) said, sounding indistinguishably hurt. Giving one of her smiles, she looked away.
“Really?” Legolas asked, chancing how far this little game would go.
“Of course. You truly are the most wonderful being i have ever had the immense pleasure of meeting…” she blushed ever so slightly, “meeting you has been one of the best moments of my life.” (Y/n) confessed, truthfully in all its glory.
Legolas was in a trance. Her voice, her profound confessions, her admiration. Her.
“It is you.” Legolas admitted. Their eyes found each others immediately, (Y/n)’s holding a rather shocked glaze.
“You love me?”
Gently, he said, “I love you.”
(Y/n) smiled brightly, feeling a tremendous euphoria wave over her.
Not for the first time, Legolas felt an urge. He wanted to kiss (Y/n), to feel her lips against his. Receiving the bright idea to do so, he stood up and began ridding himself of his moss green tunic and brown boots.
(Y/n) laughed gleefully, “What are you doing?”
Before Legolas had the chance to answer, he jumped into the deep waters. Rising from the water, he grabbed the sides of her face gently. “This.” He said, leaning in to taste her lips. Valar, everything about the moment felt so extraordinarily divine. How was it possible to be so overcome with joy? Pulling back, he said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” (Y/n) claimed joyfully. She had never endured a moment quite like this, and sincerely hoped to experience more. She would leave, for him. She could leave.
“Join me.” Legolas whispered between kisses.
“It is what I want most.” said (Y/n).
It had been a year later since Legolas and (Y/n) held each other in the lake, a year since they admitted their strong feelings toward one another. It took a while, for (Y/n) to get used to walking, and she was embarrassed at the fact that Legolas practically had to carry her everywhere. Not that he minded, finding it incredibly adorable when (Y/n) would blush whenever he picked her up. It was a work in progress, after all.
“It’s been a year.” (Y/n) said, holding onto Legolas’s waist while they stood on the balcony to their bedroom.
Legolas looked into her (e/c) eyes, smiling. “Has it?”
“A year since we first kissed.” she bit her lip.
“Shall we relive the moment for old times sake?” Legolas said, slowly leaning in.
(Y/n) smiled, and Legolas thought of how all the smiles he had witnessed, he found hers his favourite.
A/N - I still cannot get over how sweet the lil epilogue is. I hope you enjoyed this and I am sooooo sorryyyyy for the delay!
Word count: 841
Warnings: mentions of death
Summary: Legolas and (Y/n) endure a bad dream, and soon find comfort in one another.
Legolas sat on his bed. The pillows were scattered and the duvet was sprawled across the matress. His cold hands found their way to his tense forehead. Legolas breathed heavily and tried to drain out the echoing clamor of choked sobs that escaped his quivering lips. The room was dark, and felt cold even though it is not common for elves to feel cold, or heat for that matter. Nonetheless, Legolas found himself in dire need for warmth, physically and most specially mentally.
How could a dream be so utterly terrifying? Bringing him to tears and trying to convince himself that, yes, it was only a dream.
Legolas and (Y/n) sat near a bed of flowers, chatting lightly of their day as friends often did. (Y/n) laughed, closing her eyes and widening her smile. Unaware and uncaring of the ongoings of Middle Earth.
His head perked up at the sound of quiet knocks patting against the door. In an instant, he quieted his sobs and stared at the door with a questionable gaze.
Sitting up, he trailed across the room to the door, wondering who would be on the other side. Secretly praying to the Valars it was not his father. He wiped away any stray tears that were splayed about on his prominent face, whilst he reached for the door handle with the other hand.
An uproar of growls and clanking metals was heard in the forest, the sound becoming more distinct as they stood up to inspect. ‘Orcs…’ Legolas thought with disgust, grabbing his bow at ready as they began running back to the kingdom with haste.
When he opened it, he had come face to face with a very fragile looking (y/n). She held painfully noticeable streaks from fallen tears that plastered her cheeks, which were red; matching her puffy eyes. The sad, melancholy expression spread across her facial features was quickly replaced with concern for the tall elf standing in front of her.
“What is wrong?” Came out from both mouths.
Legolas was quick to engulf (Y/n) into a strong embrace. Burying his face into her hair. She did the same, only her head was buried into his chest as he stood at least a head taller than her. She released a shaky breath and felt the warm feeling of fresh tears beginning to prick into the corners of her eyes once more. He felt her silent weeps and he also began to experience the oncoming wave of tears beginning to bring a reoccurance.
“Bad dream.” Was all her quivering lips would allow her to say, before letting go of herself completely in Legolas’s arms.
He stroked comforting circles on (Y/n)’s back. “Me too.” He said quietly, releasing her from their embrace only to trail her to his bed, lifting the disheveled duvet and straightening out the pillows. Legolas and (Y/n) held each other, both recovering from their nightmares with steadying breaths and intertwined limbs. “Do you wish to speak of it?” (Y/n) asked.
“I do not even wish to think of it.” Legolas said. The feeling of (Y/n)’s body so close to his was indescribably comforting. The warmth in his system was regained, as well as the drowsiness. This, he could fall into a deep slumber to.
A single arrow. Made out of a rusted metal and with black fletching. (Y/n) studied the small spear embedded into her chest, feeling the blood and life drain her by the second. Legolas’s eyes held shocked tears, streaming down his face as he spoke worriedly and rushed. She couldn’t decipher a word he said, only hearing a faint heartbeat and a loud ringing. The Orcs were gone. Out of sight the moment the arrow pierced her body. (Y/n) stared into Legolas’s eyes, feeling comfort in the pools of blue.
At first, Legolas didn’t want anything to do with love. Not after he witnessed the danger of love and loss. His father, who held it all together, didn’t stop Legolas from hearing the loud weeps that quieted after dawn. Even though he was only a small child, he knew that his father would never be the same Ellon he once was. Of course, when he met (Y/n), everything slowly changed and he would find himself imagining a future with her.
Legolas was clutching on to (Y/n)’s frail body for life, utterly hating the bloodthirsty beast for causing such a tragedy, and hating himself even more for letting it happen. Quietly sobbing as he held her and listened to her last heartbeats. “I love you.” He said. Her lips forming a small smile as she whispered, 'I love you more.’
It wasn’t too late. Legolas would tell (Y/n) as soon as she awoke. Even if it wasn’t reciprocated. (Y/n) had to know. She had to hear him say it, shamelessly and heartfelt.
“I love you.” He whispered into her ear as she breathed lightly. Holding her slumbering frame tenderly, he kissed the soft skin of her forehead.
“Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt… They dressed in bright colours, being notably fond of yellow and green… All Hobbits had originally lived in holes in the ground… A preference for round windows, and even round doors, was the chief remaining peculiarity of hobbit-architecture.” from Concerning Hobbits of The Lord of the Rings Prologue by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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