Legolas Imagines (Lotr and The Hobbit)

Imagine: Stealing Aragorn's crown (requested)

You leave your room and begin your long journey, hiding in the shadows. 

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After a short while of walking, the hall opens up to a balcony which overlooks the ballroom, stretching out to the far sides of the walls. You turn left and walk alongside the wall, away from the view of the guests below. 

Your head is down so as to not attract any unwanted attention when you hear a pair of footsteps coming towards you. The steps were too light to be a dwarf but too heavy to be an elf. You guessed a guard as whoever it was walked with authority and confidence.

You felt the person near, yet you still did not look up, expecting to walk right past. Yet you're suddenly startled when your head crashes into a chest. You flinch away and look up with wide eyes, feeling the crown rattle. However that was the least of your problems as you look up, meeting the curious eyes of the king-- Aragorn.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you're finding it difficult to produce a single coherent thought. It feels as if your entire body has been submerged in ice-old water. This wasn't supposed to happen. Does he know his crown is missing? Does he know you have it? No-- how would he?

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

You blink. Once.

Twice.

You shake your head as if to clear your thoughts before realising what was happening.

"My lord-- forgive me." You say quickly, bowing respectively as you silently curse to yourself.

Aragorn smiles politely. "No need for apologies, it was a simple accident. I should have looked where I was going."

"No, no, my lord it was my fault." You pause for a moment. "I am sorry to intrude but aren't you supposed to be joining the feast soon my lord?" You ask, feigning shyness as you tuck your loose hair behind your ear. 

Aragorn smiles again. "I'm just getting a bit of fresh air before..." He trails off.

"I understand." You bow once more, muttering 'my lord' before you start to walk away.

The tight knot in your stomach starts to loosen and you release a slow breath of relief. 

However your tranquillity is quickly cut short. You halt in your departure, the knot returning as Aragorn's voice captures your attention yet again. Foolish of you to think you'd be let off the hook that easily. 

"You're a servant aren't you. I recognise your face."

You plaster a tense smile on your face before turning back around to face him. "Yes."

Aragorn tilts his head, as if lost in thought for a moment. "I didn't know you were an elf. I don't see your kind here often in Gondor." He's staring at you with a deep curiosity. "What is your name?"

You stare at him with unbridled shock and fear, heart dropping in your stomach. Within a second, you gain control of your emotions, calming down and opting for a confused smile towards the King. You move your hair from behind your ear. 

"My name is (Y/N), my lord. But I'm afraid I do not know what you're talking about." You quickly turn back around and walk away before he can answer.

Stupid. 

If he didn't find you suspicious before, he definitely did now. Your usually calm and calculating demeanour was gone the second you were confronted by King Aragorn. 

You were better than this.

~

Aragorn stares at your retreating form, unsure if he really saw fear in your eyes-- unsure if he really saw pointed ears. He didn't have time to dwell on it before it was gone in an instant. Confusion clouding his mind, he walks away. Before he can make any distance at all, he sees his soldiers running towards him. 

"My lord!" One of them shouts.

Aragorn quickly regains his composure, straightening and clearing his throat. "What is the matter?" He asks, frowning.

"Your crown, my lord! It's gone!"

Aragorn's confusion turns to shock. "How did this happen?" However the answers to his question were lost to him.

The voices around him become white noise as he turns around, heading towards the doors you had exited less than a minute ago. He breaks into a run and bursts through the doors. He runs into the courtyard, but stops dead in his tracks when he finds no one there.

~

Aragorn walks out onto the balcony, staring out into his kingdom. The shouts of his knights were heard from everywhere, but it didn't matter. If the thief was that smart to steal a crown undetected, they would already be long gone. 

Aragorn sighs, leaning on the railing, when a movement catches his eye. For a second he thinks it's just a bird. But he sees it again. He turns his head and there it was-- at a distance not so far away was a shadow moving gracefully from one rooftop to another. He narrows his eyes, peering closer as if that would be enough to see the shadow's face. But as they leap from a particularly high building, their hood flies back, long dark hair flapping behind them in the wind. And as the moon shines on them for just a split second, Aragorn thinks he sees (Y/N). But the figure is bathed in darkness once again and Aragorn walks back inside.

~

"I almost got caught y'know." You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes towards the cloaked figure. "The least you can do is show me your face."

"I'm sure you managed." The mystery man replies, completely unbothered.

You sigh audibly before fishing out the crown wrapped in cloth. "Here it is."

The buyer reaches to grab it but you quickly move the crown away. "You think I'm dumb? Pay up first, mister."

"Crown. Or you're not getting a single coin."

You roll your eyes again. "Why do you even want the crown so badly anyway? Aragorn hasn't even been King for a year."

"I didn't pay you to ask questions."

"You didn't pay me at all, actually."

"Keep talking and I never will."

You narrow your eyes at the stranger. "Why did you want the crown? Most people would turn to pick-pocketing for some extra coin. No one would be silly enough to steal a King's crown. Or at least not without a stronger motive."

"Give me the crown."

"No I don't think I will." You say, sticking out your chin.

"What does it matter, I'll just pry it from your cold dead fingers then."

Your face falls into a cold stare as you quickly hide the crown. "You can certainly try."

The man walks towards you, unsheathing his sword and you duck an attack. The man swings his sword again and you drop to a squat, extending a leg out and swiping out his legs from under him. He falls to the floor and you quickly disarm him. Taking his sword from him you turn to walk away. But the man has other ideas as he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the ground. You drop the sword as you fall onto the hard forest ground. You reach your arms out in front of you, trying to grab onto anything. You feel his other hand grasp your calf as he begins to pull you towards him. 

"The. Crown." He grits.

You frantically run your hands along the ground, having lost the sword. As you feel him reaching towards you, you feel your hand make contact with an object-- a rock. You swiftly grab it and turn around on the ground, bashing the rock onto the man's skull. The man instantly falls to the ground, unconscious.

You pull yourself back up and adjust your clothes, wiping the dirt on your trousers. Cocking your head to the side, you lift a brow. 

"Looks like I'll be keeping this after all."