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.