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Your swift, light feet brought you to the vast hallways of the Palace of Mirkwood. They landed on the luxurious marble floors, creating sounds to echo in the empty room. You giggled softly, thinking of a suitable spot to hide in, somewhere even the young Elven prince wouldn't know... Oh!
A thought occurred to you. The garden! It was the last hiding spot Legolas would think you'd hide in. You nimbly sprinted towards the most beautiful place in Mirkwood, your (h/c) hair flowing gracefully in the air. As you ran, you took in your surroundings without being aware of everything else, causing a number of elves, supposedly King Thranduil's servants, to bump into you and lose their balance. “Oomph!”
“Sorry!” you apologised sheepishly, not slowing down your pace and looking back. In this moment, the most crucial thing was to not be caught by your best friend.
You abruptly stopped to a halt, grinning at the breathtaking sight of the garden before your very eyes. The scent of flowers mixed with dirt and grass filled your nostrils. The rose adorned bushes were very neatly trimmed, surrounding the heart of the garden in a circle, a few of smaller groups of bushes inside it, arranged like a target. Each circle of fresh green bushes were divided evenly, allowing people access to the inner parts of the garden. There were cream-coloured stone paths leading to the heart of the garden. Inside, brightly coloured flowers blossomed and warmly welcomed you in.
As you snapped out of your (very pleasant) trance, you rushed to hide in between the bushes. You pulled your forest green hood over your head and sat, lessening the possibility of Legolas catching you in the slightest bit. Just a bit.
You slowly drew in a shaky breath and took a risk to peek. You saw a light-haired elf moving rapidly and stopping just outside the garden. Legolas. He wasn't even catching his breath. He took in his surroundings with narrowed eyes, searching for your familiar face. You held your breath, and while he wasn't looking, you turned your head so that the back of it faced Legolas. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard the sound his boots tap against the glossy floor and fade away, walking off from your hiding spot.
However, that moment of pure joy and victory did not last very long.
A soft sneeze sounded from you, against your own will. You could feel Legolas's head turning in confusion. You slightly tilted your head to look. Your fingers found their way up to the bush's side, suddenly still when a rose's thorn pierced your skin.
“Ow!” you exclaimed in pain, catching Legolas's attention. Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you sucked in the small bead of blood, a lesson you had learned from your mother, a skilled healer.
The young prince's voice startled you. “Got'cha!” He grinned in mischief for a moment, before his face fell. “What happened?” Legolas rushed towards you with concern and crouched down.
You pulled out your finger from your mouth and wiped it on your trousers. As you rose your hand up to examine the wound, you sharply inhaled. A small cut it was not, it was about the length of your fingernail and was nasty and red. The longer it stayed like that, the more it stung as you hissed in pain.
Without a word, Legolas snatched your uninjured hand and quickly pulled you up to your feet. Your cheeks flushed at the warmth of his hand. He dashed and sped through the maze-like structure of the garden as your velvet hood flew freely. You panted, feeling pain shooting up your bleeding finger. Legolas and you arrived at the infirmary in a blink of an eye.
A hazy figure approached you. “Oh Valar, what happened?” The familiar voice reached your ears. Your mother. Feeling the missing warmth in your left hand, an arm was placed against your head and another behind your knees.
Your vision turned into a blurry image of your mother carrying you and gently setting you down to a comfortable bed, Legolas by her side. The world turned pitch black as you drifted off to a peaceful nap.
A groan escaped your lips. You fluttered your eyes open groggily. A blinding light from the opened windows filled your vision, much to your displeasure. Your blonde best friend was sat beside your bed as his face lit up at the sight of you. “(Name)!”
“Hi, Legolas,” you smiled wearily. You sat up on the infirmary bed and leaned against the intricately designed bedframe. Glancing at your hand, you realised that your wound had been previously taken care of with a bandage wrapped around it.
The young prince seemed to read your mind as he said, “Your mum is a great healer, she put some kind of old Elvish medicine around your wound and bandaged it!” he grinned, seemingly amazed. “How are you feeling, (Name)?” Legolas asked.
“I'm a bit sleepy,” you yawned, rubbing your neck sheepishly. You both laughed and you saw a familiar twinkle in Legolas's eyes that made butterflies fly in your stomach.
Your laughter died down and you sighed. “Let's make a promise to each other, okay?” he spoke up.
Tilting your head to the side, you raised an eyebrow in question. “Huh?”
“Promise that you won't hurt yourself again. Promise, (Name)?” Legolas's soft blue eyes were hopeful as he said those words. He held up a pinky and patiently waited for you to reply.
Your stomach churned. You eagerly nodded in response. “I promise I won't hurt myself again. You too, Legolas!” Lacing your pinky finger with his, you couldn't help but smile like an idiot.
“Yeah, yeah. I promise I won't hurt myself.” He echoed your words, rolling his eyes playfully. Without another word being spoken, he embraced you tightly in a hug. “Friends forever.” He whispered that part inaudibly so that no one but himself could hear it.
A few years later
Pain shot up through your chest as you sharply drew in a breath. You glanced down, only to see a bloody mess around a sword sticking out from your chest. You bit your lip from screaming in agony when the Uruk-hai who had attacked you pulled his sword out from your body mercilessly. With a furious cry, you swiftly swung your sword towards him, slicing his head off.
You let go of your trusty weapon with heavy breaths as it clanked against the ground harshly. Dropping on your knees, you could hear quick footsteps approaching you. The pace of your heartbeat sped up, your eyes closing in exhaust. The world around you was a vague painting of war, and for once you thought it was beautiful.
You felt warm hands press against your cheeks and you opened your eyes again. Breathing was now very painful. Worried, sky blue eyes gazed deeply at yours. Legolas's.
“(Name), no...” He glanced at the huge, bloody gash across your chest with so much hurt it ached your heart. “I must bring you to your aid quickly.”
You grasped his hand weakly. “No, Legolas. Don't bother.” Your head spun as your eyelids fluttered close and open again and again. His eyes held despair and misery. “My time has come. I'm sorry, Legolas.” Your voice shook, tears streaming out of your eyes.
Legolas wrapped an arm around your waist and the other placed behind your head. “You and I both promised... that we wouldn't get hurt ever again, didn't we?” He pulled you close against him so carefully as if you were fragile. A tear rolled down his dirt-stained cheek. “Don't leave me, mellon...”
“I'm sorry I broke that promise,” you shakily breathed in, nuzzling your face into his shoulder and closing your eyes as teardrops stained his cloak. “Forgive me, Legolas,” you whispered.
“(Name)…” The prince ran his fingers through your soft, (h/c) locks. Still enveloping him in a warm embrace, you saw Aragorn and Gimli slaying Uruk-hai, protecting you and Legolas. They looked at you in confusion, anxiety and sadness, knowing that your life had come to an end. A soft smile curled your lips in reassurance and you closed your eyes one last time.
“Legolas,” you started. “I love you.” Your vision faded to black as you finally confessed your hidden feelings towards him, your best friend since you both were children. All you felt was grief. The knowledge that you wouldn’t be able to see Legolas, your friends, Aragorn, Gimli and the hobbits, your mother and your siblings at home was absolutely terrifying. You knew you would miss them all. And you also knew that Legolas announcing this awful news to your family would be sorrowful for all of them. You wanted them to carry on with life and not mourn for your death for a long time.
A voice echoed in your ears after a long while. “I love you too…” it continued, “…meleth.”