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"Very well then," The Elvenking rose back up and Celine could only follow his form with her eyes, still unmoving from where she is, utterly astounded from what had transpired before.
Legolas' blatant refusal to abide by his father's commands was the least of her expectations. It was not usual for the prince, but then again, this would not be the first time for him to do so.
He used to do that... More so when Tauriel wished more than to follow the King's orders.
It all crashed back to the forefront of her consciousness in a sickly vivid tidal wave-
Tauriel and Legolas leading the elves sent to simply chase off Borg's band of orcs from Mirkwood's borders, the former having herself involved with the dwarves, and going against the king's direct order of not having a single Elvish soul leaving his realm lest he allow it;
Thranduil having sent one of his messengers to retrieve the Elven prince and relay of Tauriel's banishment from his kingdom only to have the Legolas she knew from before stand tall and resolute, blue eyes burning with determination as he said,
You may tell my father that if there is no place for Tauriel, then there is no place for me.
The swordsmaster remembers faint memories of the gasp she allowed herself then, her reasoning drowned by Tauriel's own voice urging Legolas to follow his king and phantom daggers pierced her chest once more as it did all those moons before-
"He may be my king, but he does not command my heart." a fond look crossing his face, softening his severe visage and melting the ice his glare had held not too long ago.
Tauriel allows herself a small smile and Legolas never spent a minute's hesitation in allowing himself to fall.
We ride to Gundabad.
Mounted on his proud white stallion, the two had left Celine behind as they had always done - for her own safety and security, to keep the light of the grieving townsfolk of Lake Town burning and their death at bay, they had said.
It had been the Elven Prince and his Captain, always been and always would be.
Celine feels the ache in her heart dulling, festering a sense of bitterness she had grown all too familiar to, Hmmm... I wonder what's keeping him this time?
A bitterness that threatened to unearth upon her heart flames of the darkest black. Licking at the thin ice that frosted over her fragile composure and endangering her rationality once more, that is, before a curious thought had heralded itself through and washed over it,
What in Illuvatar's name did Thranduil mean by that look?
The thought had cleared her of searing obsidian and had instilled upon her a sense of budding calm ironically stemmed from confusion - that of which whose answer seem to promise pleasantness, one that was magnified by the words of the king yet also shattered by the implication of it,
"If you will excuse me. I shall take my leave of you then, dearest." Thranduil gives her another one of his unguarded smiles as he kissed the top of her head and went around the bench she sat on. Elegantly striding towards where his ambivalent son is.
"Dearest?" Celine could hear the incredulity in Legolas' voice and she knows not whether it is because he least anticipated his father to use such a term of endearment on someone like her or if he simply did not expect his father capable of deeming something as precious in the first place.
The thought of the Sindarin prince thinking of the former made her stomach sick with the notion that strongly felt as if she is a creature unworthy of affections. As if she's far worse than a lowly peasant-
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Love Lead Me On - A Legolas x Priestess!Reader Fanfiction
FanfictionNot all love is reciprocated. More often than not, there are those who are left to tragically drown in their unrequited affections until they could no longer hold into it without further hurting themselves in the process, and such is the story of Ce...
