| LEGOLAS PREFERENCES AND SUCH |

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★Requested★
Imagine Legolas's [ confused ]
reaction when you offer him a flower. [ This was super sweet and fun to write! I hope you enjoy! ]
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"You what?" Legolas squinted in bewilderment, looking down upon the gesture with uncertainty fresh in his eyes. Of course he was most certainly confounded and most definitely wasn't the smoothest Elf to ever walk Middle-Earth, but a reaction was all you needed and you  intended on getting one nonetheless.

"I'm offering it to you," You coaxed patiently, a fair sweetness was in your gaze and a gifted warmth was in your smile.

Legolas furrowed his brow, meeting your gaze in a helpless plea, those mesmerizing iris's seeked instruction. "I'm unsure of what you are asking of me, My Lady." He mumbled in defeat, taking an unsure step away from your outstretched fingers which so delicately held onto the plant's fragile form.

Your lips let loose a soothing chuckle to the Prince's ears, however calming the sound may be it made no improvement to his current state and left him rather flustered. "Come closer, Meleth Nin." You smiled genuinely, reaching out your other hand until it entwined with his cold fingers. "It is for you," You attempted once more, extending the intricate beauty towards him until it was inches from his face. "Take it now." You instructed gently, your fingers sliding from the stems smooth grip as it was taken by another.

Legolas's eyes widened as they traced the delicate petals and their patterns, it's not that he's never seen a flower before but was never offered one. The thought saddened you more than it should, for no such Prince shouldn't.

"It reminded me of you," You explained quietly, your hands departing from his and clasping in proper manner before you, "And your eyes, I thought you'd like it since you and your mother share the same  shade of blue." You added in barely a whisper, searching his expressionless features for an emotion of any color.

"I didn't know I did," Legolas muttered mournfully after bated moments of silence, eyeing the flower with pity. "I was never told of my mother's beauty nor her resemblance to me." You said nothing but assured him with a brief smile that came hard across your lips.

"I'm positive she was just as charming and daring as you," You breathed as you watched his gaze avert from the flower to you, slightly drifting back and forth between the two as time quietly drew on.

"Thank you, [Y/N]." Legolas smiled thoughtfully, considering you for a moment more before placing a gift of his own against your lips.

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«Author's Note»
•I'm sorry this was short→ I'll try to make future additions longer, but hopefully it was enjoyable!
• Gosh, I totally lied. Legolas is the smoothest bastard in Middle-Earth...
•Don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed!
• Thanks smolmuffin for the request, I hope you liked it! ^_^
•Another part may come out before Monday, seeing I already have an idea in mind... ;-)

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★Translations★

Meleth Nin = My Love