prince greenleaf

To Know One’s Heart- Legolas Greenleaf

Originally posted by ginger-girl-world

Pairing: Legolas/OC

Request: This idea just sort of came to me, so I ran with it!

Warnings: None

A/N: I honestly am a little shocked I’ve never written Legolas before considering I used to be so in love with him. BETTA LATE THAN NEVER. I hope this turned out okay…I had to do a lot of googling and research for the bits of Elvish, but even then I’m sure it’s not perfect. I’ll put the translations at the bottom. I also got a little, super tiny bit sappy. But hope you enjoy anyways! :) Let me know what you think!


The sorrow in the air was so thick, it was almost difficult to breathe. I scanned the faces of the men around me, dressed in their secondhand armor and some holding weapons that hadn’t seen the light of day in many years. Their expressions were all so forlorn, the looks of men readying to attend their own funeral. The weight of that sorrow felt like a burden. It was only then that I decided to escape, catching Aragorn’s eye from across the room before slipping out into the corridor.

A few minutes later, I found myself in the small, candle-lit chapel. I was surprised to find it nearly empty. Almost as surprised as I was to find myself there in the first place. I hadn’t prayed for many years. Not since I had been a child. Not since my mother and father were alive. I sat in the first pew, closest to the altar. Most of the candles had melted to nothing more than stubs, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. I wasn’t sure where to begin, what to pray for. Legolas and Aragorn’s argument still rang in my ears. I had never known Legolas to despair, but he wasn’t wrong. 300 against 10,000. Most of them would die, maybe myself among them.

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Thranduil and parenting
  • Thranduil: *is right about something Legolas was wrong about*
  • Thranduil: wHAT DID I TELL YOU
  • Legolas: *sighs* i GET IT you are ALWAYS right OkAy
  • Thranduil: no I'm not ALways right
  • Thranduil: just more often than you
  • Legolas:
  • Thranduil: far more often
  • Legolas:
  • Legolas:
  • Thranduil: *sips wine*

All I can imagine is Legolas’ mom watching the battle of Minas Tirith like a football game, pointing at the him and screaming “THATS MY SON” when he takes down an oliphaunt singlehandedly and puffing her chest out like a proud mother bird while all the other elves in the house of mandos look at her like she’s insane

[ forest palette || legolas ]

“He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”

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“Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.”

In the Unfinished Tales it is mentioned that Sindarin and Silvan elves living in Mirkwood were mostly illiterate. Therefore, Oropher, Thranduil and Legolas did not know how to read or write in Tengwar script. And then it just clicked. That is the reason Legolas doesn’t say anything about the text at the gates of Moria in FOTR. Why? Because even through it is in elvish, it is written in Feanorian characters, Tengwar. So then everyone is staring at Legolas, who is probably mortified because nobody is supposed to know that he and his father, the great elvenking, are illiterate. Gandalf knows and so he just reads the script, trying not to laugh at his horrified expression.

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First Meeting

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READ:

Bold and Italicized= Khuzdul

Italicized= Elvish

Also this could be a very, in the future, spin off of this but like it could also be read as a oneshot. Whatever floats your boat.

MASTER LIST 

You shrug out the elf’s grip. You could walk on your own. You watch the elves in the front and all of them have fiery hair or brown hair and it’s obvious that the one leading the group is of a different race of elves. You’ve heard that the Prince and King were of the Sindarin race but you did not think it to be true.

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Friendly reminder that...

Daisuke Hirakawa, the voice actor of this guy:

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is also the Japanese voice actor of this guy:

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and this guy!

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Legolas x Reader

I Can’t Be Friends With You

Legolas x Reader 

Word count: 1414


You climbed the highest  tree, eager to get away from the king. He always seemed to suffocate you. King Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood had demanded something of you that you couldn’t give and that was to cut your budding friendship with his son, Legolas.

It was just too much. He could’ve asked for something else but he chose to ask you this and you couldn’t disobey the king. After all he gave you a home when you had none. He accepted you even if you were unlike the elves, you were a human.

You owed him everything but you loved Legolas. He had been your best friend. At first he didn’t seem to like you but after a few incidents you managed to befriend the prince. You grew closer as the months passed by, always eager to spend time with one another and the king noticed this.

You realized that you were crying. Hot tears escaped from your eyes and you couldn’t pinpoint the cause. Was it because of frustration or because of the friendship and love that now cannot blossom? You had no idea what to do but you kept to yourself.

Meanwhile in the castle, Legolas was also confronted by the king. He  had enough and he didn’t hear anything anymore.

“Legolas! You shall not continue pursuing that mortal! Lego-“ The king’s attempts to talk him out of his friendship with you had just been a waste of time.

Legolas walked out the front doors of the Mirkwood castle before the king could even finish his sentence. He was also eager to get away from his father’s banters.

He wanted to see you. You were the only one who could make him smile but you were nowhere to be found. He had been looking for you, even the king tried to stop him.

“Where could y/n be?” He thought.

He walked for a couple of minutes along the forest until he heard something. He hid behind a bush, his ears adjusting to the sound. The sound wasn’t like anything he heard of before. It sounded like a little wild animal. It was coming from up there.

His eyes trailed up the tree and there you were. It was just you after all. He gave out a sigh of relief, smiling as he emerged from the shadows. He looked up at you once more, his smile vanishing as he realised that you were crying.

He felt his heart weary upon seeing the sadness on your face. You were always so cheerful and this was the first time he saw you crying.

He knew that you were crying because of him, because of what his father said and he didn’t like it.

He looked up again with determination, eager to make you smile again. You always made him smile and he was going to return the favor.  It was his turn to make you smile and perhaps tell you about his heart’s desire.

You sniffled as you tried wiping away the tears on your face. You laughed through your tears.

“Legolas never loved you. He never will. Why are you crying over this? The king’s right. He’s always right.”

You shook your head, talking to yourself.

“No, he’s not.”

Legolas suddenly appeared on the branch in front of you.

“Legolas,” you said slowly, embarrassed that he heard you babbling. You looked down, not wanting to meet the Prince’s gaze.

With a swift motion he landed beside you.

“My father doesn’t hold my heart, y/n. He cannot dictate my heart to feel what it does not,” He said sincerely, his blue eyes looking at you.

But you wouldn’t look at him. Only then did you realize that he was the Prince, the Prince of Mirkwood.

“Your father wouldn’t allow it, Legolas. I can’t be friends with you anymore.  You don’t understand, I owe him everything. I’m indebted to your father,” you told him, your voice cracking as your heart broke.

“ I can’t be friends with you either,” Legolas said firmly.

This was what you were afraid of but you accepted it. Your heart breaking as each moment passed by.

You looked at a spot on the ground and you could feel his eyes on you. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying because he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. You expected him to leave but he didn’t and a silence settled between you two until you found the strength to speak.

“ I understand why you don’t want to be friends with me. You’re the Prince and i’m nothing more. Don’t worry, my dear prince, I understand.”

His next move caught you off guard.

He tilted your chin up, his blue eyes staring intensely into yours, a small smile was upon his lips.

“ I am the prince and I can’t be your friend because I want you to be mine. I’m hoping to be something more, more than a friend. I love you y/n. I always have.“

You smiled upon hearing Legolas’ words but you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. He loved you and for awhile there you thought that he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. This was really unexpected.

“I’m just Legolas. Not Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood.”

He cupped your cheek, making you face him.

“I won’t let father come between us. I promise.”

“Pinky promise ?” You ask as you held out your pinky.

He chuckled at your childishness but connected his pinky to yours anyways.

“Pinky promise,” he replied as his blue eyes gazed upon your e/c ones.

He had this loving gaze on him as he leaned back on the tree, still seated firmly on the branch.

“Come here,” he said, his arms outstretched, eager to hold you in his arms for the first time.

You slowly edged your way towards him. His arms found you and soon you were engulfed in a warm hug. Somehow, Legolas always managed to melt your fears away. You always felt safe whenever he was around.

His arms around you felt so warm as you settled down, your back against his chest. You wanted to stay like this forever and you closed your eyes, relaxing against him.

It wasn’t even a minute before his hands found yours and you felt his breath against your neck.

“I love you and I always will,” He said as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

You both stayed up on the tree, just enjoying each others company and soon darkness had fallen. You needed to get back before the king could find out where you both went.

You walked hand in hand in silence until you reached the palace gates when you realised that you had forgotten to tell your lover something.

You held his hand firmly and faced him.

“Legolas. I haven’t said it before but I will never get tired of saying it. I love you,” You said, smiling up at him. This was the first time you said it and you were glad that you did because your heart belonged to nobody else but him.

He was waiting for this moment ever since you both met. He thought he would never hear it from you. He was very uncertain as to what  your feelings were, you sent so many mixed signals. He didn’t know how to tell you that he loved you.

His smile reached up to his elvish ears, relieved to hear you say those three words.

“And I You. Always,” he said as he cupped your cheeks.

He was about to kiss you when you shied away but he was gentle with you. He smiled at you reassuringly. His blue eyes bore into yours and for seconds you looked into his eyes.

You realized his sincerity, his love. This was your Legolas. The Legolas you’ve always loved.

He soon closed his eyes as his lips met yours.

You melted into the kiss, your knees buckling under you but he held you to him, not letting you fall.

The kiss ended slowly and you both smiled at each other, a blush upon your cheeks.

You started feeling like your old self now, you pecked him on the lips and he was taken aback.

You ran into the castle with Legolas right on your heels, eager to catch you.

Little did you know about the king hidden in the shadows watching your every move. His prying eyes followed you both as you disappeared from sight.

Read part 2 :http://a-writing-haven.tumblr.com/post/122509906134/i-cant-be-friends-with-you-legolas-x-reader

Read part 3: http://a-writing-haven.tumblr.com/post/123037142564/i-cant-be-friends-with-you-legolas-x-reader#notes

Read part 4http://a-writing-haven.tumblr.com/post/123553687709/i-cant-be-friends-with-you-pt-4-final-legolas-x

Same Stars, Different Worlds

Originally posted by bloo-my

Legolas 

Warning: Angst i guess

She was a mere mortal who lived in a place called (hometown/city). She was just as interested in the world of middle earth like other girls who became interested in social media and shopping. She fell in love with the books and the movies, constantly finding herself laying on the hammock outside under a porch as it rained and reading a book while the slow melody of a piano played through her earphones. It was a dream come true when she imagined herself in the world of middle earth, either helping Thorin and his company, or following frodo on his journey to destroy the ring. 

She found herself lost within literature, she found herself embedded by the words of her favorite author, she was suddenly part of the story, finding herself in love with the young elf she read about and how he came to be. 

She was lost for words when she watched the film and fell in love more, if only he was real and not a fictional character, but then she looked up at the stars beginning to think, we must al have the same stars but different worlds. 

Indeed she was right, on the other side, Middle earth did exist but only those who believed entered, there Legolas looked upon the stars and felt his heart twist and turn and suddenly he closed his bright blue eyes and an image of a beautiful girl popped within his mind, this fair maiden who had fallen in love with him, but did not exist in his world. 

He felt the sudden feeling of love, but how could he ever meet her ? How could fate be so cruel as to put them in different worlds, he did not care if she might have despised him in his world, he would have just liked to know they would have been living within the same realm. 

She longed to meet him as did he. He longed to hold her and caress her cheek and lean in to kiss her, she longed to run her fingers through his pale hair and to lay a kiss upon his lips and to feel his arms wrap around her. 

Perhaps they can meet in person, in another world, in another life.. 

“Till next time my love “