You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back.
You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.
You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.
You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.
“Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.
“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.
“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.
While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.
You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.
“Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.
“You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.
“Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.
“So you know who I am?” he asks.
“Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.
He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.
“Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.
You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.
“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.
“Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.
“I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.
“And a half,” you retort, making him smile.
The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.
“The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.
“You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.
“Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.
He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.
“I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.
“And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.
That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.
“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.
“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”
“What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.
“Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.
“Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.
“I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.
Did he really just disobey his father? His king?
Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.
“What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.
“I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.
“Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.
The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.
“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.
Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.
“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.
“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.
“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.
“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.
“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.
“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.
“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.
These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.
“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.
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.
Beleg (S. ‘Mighty’) was a Sindarin Elf of Doriath, and the chief of the Marchwardens of Thingol’s hidden kingdom. Both a great woodsman and warrior, he was the only Elf of Doriath (in addition to Mablung) to fight in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Primarily a bowman, Beleg (also known as Beleg Cúthalion; ‘Strongbow’) initially bore the bow Belthronding before being given the sword Anglachel by Thingol.
He later befriended Túrin, son of Húrin, after being sent by Thingol to seek and protect him. The two campaigned together throughout the lands of the upper Teiglin. Beleg was wounded and left for dead following an Orc attack, while Túrin was taken alive towards Angband. While he succeeded in freeing Túrin from captivity, Beleg was mistakenly slain by Túrin, who thought him to be an Orc.
However the concept of Thranduil changing his crowns to match the seasons is something many fanfic writers come up with pre-Peter Jackson Hobbit, so this Thranduil is a sort of tribute to those writers EDIT: I was very very wrong sorry its a canon thing sorryyyyy > < Of course I wouldn’t be able to visualise Thranduil so clearly if not for Peter Jackson’s own Thranduil and the fabulous casting that is Lee Pace. And also changed his skin tone to match the seasons because that’s how in-tune he is with his forest=)
Edit 2: The shout out will be in a separate post=)