Legolas Greenleaf - Blog Posts
Lord Of The Rings With a Platonic, Child Reader From Our World
Characters included : Frodo Baggins, Legolas, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin ' Pippin ' Took and Meriadoc ' Merry ' Brandybuck
Note(s) : They don't have the time to turn around, so you sort of get roped into joining them, at least until they find a place for you to stay.
Also, in this the reader knows about the Jackson movies but never really paid attention to them, and they haven't read the books.
Frodo Baggins
Ah, yes, Frodo. Resident ring bearer and anxiety magnet. He was quick to defend you if any suspicion arouse of your random arrival, you're a human and can't even reach his height, the Hobbit that can't reach an elves or humans chest, so, you must be incredibly young. Because of this, Frodo can't help but want to help you, especially on the quest.
He's very sweet and caring with you and makes sure you get enough rest. Frodo can't exactly carry you, so if you get too tired to walk the most he can do is hold your hand and guide you along. Despite that, he helps in other ways.
Like how he's always giving you extra food and maybe even a spare coat or blanket that's laying around, he makes sure you get enough sleep even if it means he gets less. Given he's the most important part of this mission to destroy the ring, he's usually a bit babied and overprotected, not so much that's it's immediately noticeable, but it's there.
So, he understands how annoyed you can get when it happens with you, though he definetly thinks your situations are different considering he's technically an adult and you aren't even close to being one.
Frodo isn't too sure how to help you when it comes to you being afraid, or angry, or even just in a state of depression about your situation. He doesn't exactly realise how strange and overwhelming it must be for you, until or if you begin to start wearing down mentally. His solution is to try and read you stories, no, he didn't exactly bring any books with him, but he has certain books memorised.
It may help, it may not, but the thought is what counts, and he is trying to help you the best he can with the unfortunate situation he's in.
If you ever claim to know him or the fellowships story, maybe Bilbo's, or even accidently letting in on events to follow, he's stunned. At first given the fact you claimed to be from a land nobody, not even Gandalf, has heard of, the strange reactions you had to their foods and way of life, among many, many other things, he became convinced you weren't human. That, or you were from a different time, the future specifically, he'd never fully believe it or bring it up, but it's always a sneaking suspicion you aren't what you claim.
When it comes time to leave you at a safe village, you're clearly unhappy, wanting nothing more than to stay with the Hobbit who helped you through your toughest hours. Yet, he understands you mustn't come with him, it's far too dangerous for you. And so, he leaves, leaving you heartbroken.
When he eventually returns, the ring destroyed, Middle Earth saved, he can't help but feel empty. His time spent with you becomes short lived, a few months at most, before he decides to move on, leaving you alone again, I suppose it makes leaving Middle Earth to return home easier, but all the more bitter.
Legolas
Legolas understood how weak humans are compared to his kind, and to see a human child so alone made his heart break. He couldn't help but become your protector, especially when you seemingly had no idea how to function in this world. Sometimes, if you're too tired and the rest of the group isn't, he'll pick you up, it can make you feel a little weak, but he assures you it's just because you're young. He'd treat any other child the same.
I think he may be one of the few to actually understand in part what you mean when you say you aren't 'from here'. He won't clock in immediately, but after seeing just how different you viewed life and just everything in general, how you can't do the most basic of tasks without some help, or how you looked at him with such familiarity, there's just a lot he notices that makes him raise a brow.
If you tell him, Legolas may believe your making it up, you're a kid after all, one that's going through a lot. But, after realising you're dead serious he wracks his brain trying to remember if anybody has ever mentioned something like this happening. He wants to try and help you go home, and plans to bring you home with him so he can find a solution somewhere. And if he can't find one? He wants to help you find peace in your predicament as long as you stay there.
When it comes time to leave you at a safe haven, he is sad to leave you behind, you're a little friend, after all. But, he understands it must be done, and explains to you exactly that, which makes the ending a bit more sweet than bitter.
Eventually, he does return, and meets with you once more, he understands that in a blink of his lifetime you'll be dead, but, that doesn't stop him from being your closest ally during all of this. However, you do need to return to Earth. He finds himself mourning you far sooner than he expected.
Samwise Gamgee
Sam becomes a literal dad, you're a random human kid in this traumatic journey to destroy one of the most dangerous items in the entirety of middle Earth, and you claim to have no idea where you are. He's giving you extra food, holding your hand and picking you up, if you get too cold or scared in the night he'll try hugging you for a while and telling you stories of misadventures in the Shire. As plain as they may seem compared to a journey to destroy the most dangerous object in the entirety of Middle Earth.
If you're sad, the most he can do is offer comfort in the way of cuddling, or a story, sometimes he even has to ask Gandalf for help because he's just so lost. Anger is something he can deal with a little better, he holds your hand and tells you why you should be angry, but you shouldn't keep it bottled or use it unfairly against others.
I think at first Sam would just believe you come from a strange human place, and that's why your behaviour is so off. That's until he notices some things, when asked about things he'd consider basic knowledge, you are completely blank, sure, maybe you know what an elf is, but after that you sort of just stare at him confused at what he's talking about. You even believed him to be a dwarf at first!
He asks Boromir and Aragorn if they know any human places that you're talking about, neither know, so he's even more perplexed at what on middle earth you're talking about. He begins to believe you're making it up, he's not condescending like most adults, and he pretends that he understands if to give you some peace of mind, but all it does is make you more frustrated and scared. You just want to go home.
Your short time as friends comes to an end, he must leave further on in the journey, and you must stay behind, you both understand, well, he does and you partly do, all you can do is wait for the ring to be destroyed.
Sam returns, and he takes you back to the Shire with him, where he introduces you to everybody, you're almost like a child to him, but then you leave to go back to Earth. He can't stop his heart from breaking, even more so when Frodo leaves.
Meriadoc 'Merry' Brandybuck and Peregrin 'Pippin' Took
The fact you're incredibly young, found yourself in a traumatic and confusing situation, let's not even mention the fact there's little people with gigantic hariy feet and no shoes, you'll probably try and cope. Whether that's with humor or shutting down, Pippin and Merry are a package deal, no matter if you like them or not, a young and confused presence egnites their curiosity.
Besides, Gandalf specifically told them to not be overbearing and or overwhelm you, so what does Pippin, master of disappointing and angering the grey wizard do? That's right, he becomes overwhelming. And Merry, master of attempting to one up his dear friend, does the exact same.
How they do this depends on your mood, if you're depressed and very shy they'll try cheering you up, asking questions about your home, if that makes it worse? They begin acting even more childish than usual to make you laugh, to the literal pain and torture of Gandalf. But if you're trying to cope with humour, they are more so just tagging along, making jokes that distract you from your pain.
Neither will clock in that you're from an unfamiliar world, sure, you're weird, but so are they. Both assume your strange actions are simply just a result of you being a human, do Boromir or Aragorn act the same? No, but you're a human kid so, that probably factors in somehow.
Both laugh you off if you try to explain the truth, they don't believe you, and reduce it to a good story that they can give to Frodo to write about. You may get angry, sad, or just decide to go with it, neither really notice that you're not lying until someone else points out how dumb that idea is.
When it finally comes time to drop you off, you want to stay with the two, because while they're in part strangers and this is a strange land, they're at least familiar, unlike the place they're basically abandoning you at. Pippin and Merry feel the same, and so sneak you with them.
The situation may become dire, and you probably get incredibly unhealthy and sickly in your time with them, but when it's all over, you feel like you've gained two older brothers. Which will make it so much more painful when you have to say goodbye.
I love how in the movies Legolas is portrayed as this stoic, immovable force that WILL step on you of given the opportunity and he is physically incapable of making flaws but in the books he’s the elf equivalent of an angsty teenager
GAAAHH THEY'RE SO CUTE IN YOUR STYLE 💛💛💛
Gimli x Legolas
Just a lil doodle of them
Aragorn: *Listening to the ground* Yes! That way!
Legolas: The wind whispers and the leaves tell me that our hunt is near.
Gimli: I have weird friends, but they're my friends and I wouldn't change them for the world.
Elrond: So you finally met Legolas, what did you think?
Maglor: ...........................Well, he's ............................................................................................certainly.................................................. cheerful ..............................................
Elrond: The very definition of it.
Maglor: Are you certain he's Orophers' grandson?
Gimli: What is Aragorn doing?
Legolas: He was raised by Lord Elrond.
Gimli: You say that like that makes it make sense, but it doesn't.
Gimli, who went through standard dwarf education: "We'll need to be careful to elevate the head and monitor 'is blood pressure for the next few hours."
Legolas, who grew up in the woods surrounded by other weird ass Mirkwood elves: "...Why don't we just ask the moon to fix him?"
the fellowship of the ring as bizarre t shirts
tag yourself I'm delululemon
LoTR (movies) HC
Legolas is the oldest of the group but very young by elf standards. Like he's almost 3,000 in the movies but that means he's like the equivalent of like a 16/17 year old
Like in Riverdale after Legolas joins the fellowship other elves are coming up to him and asking him if he's sure he wants to go and kind of fussing over him a bit and that happens to him every time they are with other elves because he's seen as really young compared to them and he's also a prince and his dad is scary (and hot but that's beside the point)
Legolas, in rebellious teen fashion, doesn't like all the fussing and wants to do stuff himself.
The rest of the fellowship teases him about it.
My obsession with Legolas has finally reached a point where I did this
I have a problem okay. Legolas is both let's be honest
Just remembered that when I was 12(?), I was going to watch the hobbit movies but got distracted a few minutes in and then spent the next >2h trying to come up with the most regal sounding way to say Thranduil’s name and just repeating it an absurd amount of times.
(I had chicken pox at the time and was just very bored and sitting in my bed.)
Legolas be like: “Bye bitches 👋”
“Farewell!” he said to Gandalf. “I go to find the Sun.” Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away, and quickly overtaking the toiling men, with a wave of his hand he passed them, and sped into the distance, and vanished round the rocky turn.
in other news, i’ve started reading the lord of the rings
My part for russian Tolkien zine
Podcast started Two Towers! So here’s the first three chapters ✨
I KNOW RIGHT???? he's so amazing in books comparatively
you get it ^^^^^
forever mad that legolas in pj's trilogies was watered down to basic stereotypical mysterious stoic slightly confused brooding blonde elf instead of the whimsical quippy silly guy we see in the books who jokes about grabbing the sun from the sky to warm his mortal friends and screams when he sees a balrog :/
The Start of Something New- Legolas x You
a/n: ok guys, I understand, the title is cringe, but I hope that you will find the fanfic otherwise, and I don't understand why i'm doing another legolas fanfic (i'm obsessed deal with it), but here you go!
warnings: fluff
The scent of crushed herbs still clung to your fingers as you moved briskly through one of Rivendell’s winding corridors, a fresh poultice nestled carefully in your hands. A young elfling had taken a tumble in the gardens, and you were on your way to tend to their scraped knees and bruised pride.
You were not paying enough attention, and only realized this too late, when you ran into a tall figure.
You let out a soft gasp as the poultice slipped from your hands, scattering petals and torn leaves across the polished floor. You stumbled back a step, cheeks already burning.
“Oh my! I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you,” you blurted, steadying yourself.
The elf you’d nearly knocked over bent gracefully, already helping you gather the mess with a calm you envied. When you met his gaze, the apology caught in your throat.
Oh my..
His eyes were a clear, glacial blue—striking, but not cold. He smiled gently.
“There’s no need to apologize,” he said, handing you a dried peony bloom. “It seems we were both in a hurry.”
There was something easy in his voice, unbothered by the interruption. His presence felt grounded, peaceful.
“I’m Legolas.”
“Y/N,” you managed, still flustered. “I serve in the healing houses here.”
“A healer,” he repeated with quiet approval. “A gift not all are given.” There was a warmth to his words, and something else behind his smile that lingered as he handed you the last of the scattered herbs.
The encounter stayed with you, lingering in your thoughts like a half-remembered melody. You saw him again over the next few days—always in passing, never more than a nod or a brief glance across a courtyard. But it was enough.
Then came the Council. You’d been asked to remain nearby in case your skills were needed. Elrond deemed it necessary for you to come with the Fellowship, thanks to your talents. You entered quietly, your presence more shadow than spotlight. Yet even amid the weighty conversations, your attention caught on him. Legolas stood beside another elf who radiated command, and beside Arwen, who noticed your glance and gave you a smile that said too much without a word.
Elrond introduced the members of the Fellowship, but one name caught your attention.
“Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood.”
Prince. HE’S A PRINCE?!
And you’d addressed him like an old friend.
That night, drawn by some mix of embarrassment and impulse, you found him alone in one of Rivendell’s quieter gardens, standing near a fountain where moonlight played across the water.
“Legolas,” you said gently. He turned to you, a small smile upon seeing your face.
“I wanted to apologize,” you continued. “When we met—I didn’t realize who you were. I should’ve been more formal.”
He tilted his head, regarding you with something like amusement. “I hope you won’t be.”
You blinked. “What?”
“We were both in a rush. At that time, there was no need for formalities.” His gaze held yours for a moment longer than expected. “And in truth, I am not fond of always being addressed by a title.”
A silence settled between you, slightly awkward, but you wouldn’t have changed it for anything. The stars hung low overhead, reflected in the stillness of the fountain. For a moment, all seemed at peace.
The next morning, you found Arwen in her favorite sunlit alcove, embroidery resting in her lap like a forgotten thought.
“So Arwen,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips, “I saw you and Aragorn on the bridge.”
She smiled back. “Oh please. Don’t act like I didn’t see you and the Prince last night. You do know that we can see the garden from the bridge.”
You hesitated, then asked, “Wait, we? As in you and Aragorn?”
Her brows lifted in quiet mischief. “Yes. He told Legolas as well.”
You opened your mouth to protest, your face a deep crimson, but she cut you off, laughter in her voice. “However, it was just a conversation, of course. Nothing more.” she paused. “But if it were more… well. You’ll have time. After all, you’ll be traveling together.”
Your heart did a traitorous, little flip.
Time. And who knows what could happen from there.
Hope- Legolas x OC
a/n: my oc's name is Liliandith Tristeli, a Sindarin elf that Legolas has been friends with since birth, and recently (I will post soon) became more ;)
warning: fluffy, descriptive, vision that some may find disturbing (idk)
Lilly drifted into a troubled sleep. Images of Merry and Pippin, their faces bright with laughter as they shared stories or teased Gimli, flickered through her mind. Then, the images twisted into nightmare. She saw them dragged away by grotesque figures, their small hands reaching out in desperation.
Suddenly, the darkness shifted. A faint light bloomed, and she saw Merry and Pippin again, not in despair, but within a vast, ancient forest. Towering trees with gnarled branches surrounded them, and though their faces still held a trace of fear, there was also a flicker of curiosity. They seemed to be talking, gesturing upwards at the immense trees. A sense of truth permeated the vision, a feeling of deep-rooted power.hf
Lilly awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding. The vision felt so real, so vivid. She sat up, the faint light of the dying embers casting long shadows across the sleeping figures of Aragorn and Gimli. Beside her, Legolas was awake, staring at her lovely face, and cuddling next to her.
“Lilly? What is it?” he murmured, his hands running through her hair to comfort her.
“I… I had a vision,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “About Merry and Pippin.”
She recounted the dream, the fear, the strange forest, the sense of ancient power. Legolas listened intently, his brow furrowed in thought.
“A forest such as you describe… it could be the realm of the Ents, the Shepherds of the Trees,” he said slowly. “It lies not far from the borders of Rohan.”
A spark of hope ignited within Lilly. “Do you think… do you think they are alive? That they are there?”
“The vision felt… hopeful,” Legolas agreed, his eyes meeting hers. “It did not carry the shadow of death. We must go. We must follow this thread.”
A look of determination hardened his features. He glanced at the sleeping forms of Aragorn and Gimli. "They have their own path to follow, the hunt for the Uruk-hai. But we are called elsewhere. We will leave before dawn."
Lilly nodded, a sense of urgency and shared purpose filling her. They would not abandon their friends. Silently, they began to gather a few essential supplies, their movements practiced and efficient. They left a brief note for Aragorn, explaining Lilly's vision and their decision to seek the hobbits towards Fangorn.
Under the cloak of the predawn darkness, Legolas and Lilly slipped away from the inn, their horses' hooves muffled on the soft earth. They rode swiftly towards the west, the image of the ancient forest guiding their way.
Their journey across the Rohirrim plains was swift, driven by the desperate hope kindled by Lilly’s vision. The vast, windswept landscape held a stark beauty, but their focus remained fixed on reaching the borders of Fangorn Forest.
They were soon intercepted by a company of Rohirrim riders, their helms glinting in the morning sun. Their leader, Éomer, son of Éomund, regarded them with suspicion.
“Why would two elves be needed in Rohan?”
After a tense exchange, during which Legolas explained their urgent quest to find their lost companions who had been taken by Orcs, Éomer listened with a grim understanding. He spoke of the Orc raid, the burning of villages, and the trail leading towards Fangorn Forest.
“Fangorn,” Legolas murmured, exchanging a significant look with Lilly.
Éomer warned them of the dangers within the ancient woods, speaking of strange noises and unsettling shadows. But Lilly’s vision had planted a seed of conviction in her heart. She knew, with a certainty that none could describe, that Merry and Pippin were there. She recalled Boromir’s death with fear in her eyes.
“Lilly,” he said. “I need you to take care of the hobbits for me. They have long been in my care, and I-”
“I will, Boromir.” she replied kindly, knowing that at least he had turned out well in the end.
Éomer eventually, seeing the genuine distress in their eyes, allowed them to continue towards the forest, though he offered the same grim warning about its perils. He provided them with fresh horses, recognizing the urgency of their mission.
Following the direction Éomer’s riders had indicated, Legolas and Lilly reached the edge of Fangorn Forest. An ancient stillness hung in the air, the silence broken only by the rustling of unseen leaves. The trees were immense, their bark thick and gnarled, their branches reaching towards the sky like thin, skeletal, fingers. It was the forest of Lilly’s vision.
Deep within the woods, they heard voices, strange and resonant, like the creaking of old wood and the murmur of running water. They moved cautiously, Legolas’s keen senses guiding them through the dense undergrowth.
Then, they saw them. Merry and Pippin sat at the foot of a massive tree, talking animatedly with a towering, tree-like being – an Ent. The hobbits looked thinner, dirtier, but their eyes shone with life and a newfound understanding.
Lilly’s breath caught in her throat. Relief washed over her in a powerful wave, so intense it almost brought her to her knees. She started to run forward, Legolas close behind.
“Merry! Pippin!” she cried, her voice choked with emotion as tears streamed down her face.
The hobbits turned, their faces lighting up with pure joy. “Lilly! Legolas!” they shouted in unison, scrambling to their feet and rushing towards them.
The reunion was a tangle of relieved laughter and tight embraces. Lilly held them close, feeling their small frames against her, the weight of her worry finally lifting. Legolas clapped them on the shoulder, a rare and genuine smile gracing his lips. “I was so worried, you two!” Lilly said, her voice breaking.
“We’re alright, Lilly! So much has happened!” Pippin exclaimed, his eyes wide with the tale he was eager to tell.
Merry nodded enthusiastically. “Wait until you hear about Treebeard!”
The bond between Lilly and the hobbits was clear, a testament to the care and affection Boromir had recognized. Legolas, witnessing their joy, felt a warmth spread through him, a deeper understanding of Lilly’s fierce loyalty and the depth of her compassion.
Later, as the sun began to dip below the ancient canopy, casting long shadows through the woods, Lilly sat with Merry and Pippin, listening with rapt attention as they recounted their experiences with the Ents. They were safe, they were alive, and that was all that mattered.
Before they settled down for the night, Merry and Pippin, nestled close to Lilly, exchanged a warm, brotherly hug with her, and then offered a similar, if slightly more hesitant, hug to Legolas, who returned it with a gentle smile. It was a subtle recognition of their shared struggles and the unwavering affection that bound them.
As the hobbits finally drifted off to sleep, their small faces peaceful, Lilly turned to Legolas, who sat beside her, watching over them with a gentle gaze. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you. For everything.” She said softly.
“Always, meleth nîn.”
He turned his head and met her lips in a kiss that sent a tremor down her body as he moved his hand to her waist. His mouth moved over hers slowly, and lingered for a while even after the kiss was over, the taste of his lips still staying on hers as he held her to his chest.
"I love you" he said, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear,
"I love you too."
meleth nîn- my love (sindarin)
The Inn- Legolas x Y/N
a/n: Oh my goodness, I loveeee Legolas, and I think that this is an incredible story.
warning: ever so fluffy.
The biting wind of the Rohirrim plains whipped at Y/N’s cloak, and she shivered, pulling it tighter. The company had finally reached a small, remote inn, a welcome respite from the long days of travel. Inside, the warm glow of the hearth promised comfort, but a nagging unease settled in her stomach.
Gimli, with an almost unnerving enthusiasm, clapped her on the shoulder. “Come, lass! Time for a warm bed and a tankard of ale!”
Y/N smiled weakly, following him to the innkeeper. The innkeeper, a stout man with a weary face, looked apologetic. “Only one room left, I’m afraid. A busy night, it seems.”
Y/N’s eyes widened. She glanced at Legolas, who stood beside her, his expression serene as always. “Surely there’s…”
“Aye, only one,” Gimli interrupted, his eyes twinkling. “Unless one of you prefers the floor?”
Neither wanted to impose, so they decided to share. Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck as she followed Legolas to the small, dimly lit room. The single bed, though cozy, seemed impossibly small. However, although it was small, it seemed to be calling Y/N's name, her tiredness nearly overtaking the awkwardness of sharing it with the Prince of Mirkwood.
“I… I can sleep on the edge,” Y/N offered, her voice barely a whisper.
Legolas shook his head. “No, no. It's alright. We'll just maintain our distances." he said shyly.
They settled into the bed, back to back, a chasm of awkwardness between them. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from Legolas’s body beside her. Sleep, however, was elusive.
Y/N soon fell into a deep sleep. To her surprise, whenever she awake, she found herself faced towards Legolas, his leg wrapped around her, and her head snuggled into his chest.
Before she could react, the door burst open, and a cacophony of voices filled the room. Gimli’s booming laughter echoed through the small space, followed by the amused chuckles of Merry and Pippin.
“Well, well, well! Look what we have here!” Gimli roared, his eyes wide with mischief.
Y/N and Legolas jumped apart, their faces flushed crimson. “I-I, um, we, this is not at all what it looks like." Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.
Legolas, equally flustered, simply stared at the floor. “Y/N, I am so sorry, I must have turned in my sleep."
The hobbits exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. Gimli patted Legolas on the back, his laughter subsiding into a low chuckle. “Aye, of course, lad. ‘turned in your sleep.’ Right.”
The rest of the day passed in a haze of embarrassment. Y/N avoided Legolas’s gaze, her cheeks burning with every glance from the hobbits. As evening fell, she sought solace by the tranquil lake outside the inn. The moon cast a silvery glow across the water, and the gentle lapping of the waves soothed her troubled mind.
“Y/N?”
She turned to see Legolas standing behind her, his eyes filled with a gentle warmth.
“I… I apologize for this morning,” she said, her voice barely audible.
Legolas stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “There is no need." he said smirking, causing Y/N's heart to flip.
"It- it felt natural. With you." she said, her face flushed.
Legolas’s breath hitched. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. “Perhaps it was.”
He pulled her into a passionate kiss, everything else fading. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands went to her waist. After they parted, the moment still lingering, Legolas, stared into her eyes.
"Nni melin thou, aewen nín." Legolas said softly.
Elvish to English
Nni melin thou, aewen nín- I adore you, my love
i drew legolas :3 (hes so beautiful)
no need to worry, everyone had been at some point of their lifes