Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Legolas- An Unwanted Wingman

The Feast of Starlight. Every elf's favorite holiday of the year. Drinking, dancing, feasting, and singing. What more could one ask for in a night of festivities under the stars?

Well, for Legolas, it was love. All his ellon friends had elleths to dance with tonight, and he had no one. 

It wasn't that no one would want to be his partner, he just wasn't good at speaking to elleths- like, at all. So he had learned his lesson and talked to them only when necessary. Even if he found one he liked, he wouldn't dare talk to her. It became his shy nature. 

Here he sat at one of the many wooden tables, watching to others dance with smiles on their fair faces while he just sat alone, drinking miserably from his wine glass. 

"Legolas! Where is my son?" 

The prince held his breath and shut his eyes. His father wandered through the maze of crowded tables looking for him without luck. Thranduil huffed, and wondered where in Middle-Earth his son was hiding now as he took another swig of red wine. "Ah! There you are, ion nin." He handed his empty glass to a servant, snatched a full one, and plopped down next to the young ellon.

"Are you enjoying the celebration, Ada?" Legolas asked, already knowing the answer.

"Absolutely!" Thranduil drunkenly cheered. "Why wouldn't I be? You don't seem to be having a good time yourself, Legolas. What's the matter? Why aren't you dancing?"

"I- uh," Legolas searched for words, his cheeks dusted pink. His father would be ashamed of him for not having the courage to talk to a girl. "I don't have a partner."

Thranduil jaw dropped dramatically and he gasped. "Well, we're going to have to fix that."

Legolas cringed. His father was so drunk right now. 

"Look over there," the king slurred. "She's a pretty one."

Legolas's eyes followed his fathers finger to see an elleth with outrageously large breasts. He didn't cease to notice how she pressed her body against each ellon she danced with in a way that shouldn't be done. "No, not her."

Thranduil scanned over the dance floor. "How about that one?"

For many minutes this continued. Thranduil would point out a random elleth and Legolas would reject her. He, too, began to search for an elleth he may want to dance with in the crowd, a spark of excitement in his young heart. 

Though, after not much time, his eyes darted back to you, the elleth he had been admiring all night, and the voice of his father faded away. He had noticed you from the beginning of the festival, because you (much like himself) did not join the dancers, no matter how many times you were asked to. You were sitting on a bench not too far behind him, sipping your wine from time to time. Though you seemed to prefer observing from where you couldn't be seen, Legolas thought you were so beautiful, you were practically glowing in the shadows of the dancers.

"Legolas?" Thranduil tried to gain his heir's attention, but Legolas did not hear him. Thranduil followed his gaze that lead to you, and his eyes lit up with mischief and youthful excitement. "Who is that, ion nin?" 

Legolas broke his stare and whipped back to his father. "I- I don't know."

The king leaned on his shoulder. "She's rather radiant, is she not?"

Legolas swallowed and nodded. He hated it when his father did this- make him know what to think just with teasing questions. 

"You should go talk to her," Thranduil suggested. Legolas unhesitatingly shook his head. Thranduil frowned and slapped him on the shoulder. "Go get her, you cowardly dog!"