Requested: Yes! Anon requested: Hi there, I love your blog! Can you maybe write something with Legolas and modern!reader? Like what if you got in Middle Earth in some way and Legolas finds you? Bonus points if you get hurt :) Thank you! - 🦁
Warnings: mentioning/description of injuries (You know I had to go for those bonus points!)
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I might write a sequel if there's enough interest in it :)
You were falling. Not the feeling you get when you fall in a dream, like it seems that you're falling. No, actual plummeting towards the ground.
You could feel the wind rushing, making your eyes teary. The ground got closer and closer and you started to panic, swinging your arms in an attempt to slow yourself down. If this was a dream, it was really time to start waking up!
You could see a large forest underneath you with mountains surrounding it and a lake in the far distance. If you weren't busy falling to your death, you might have appreciated the view. Now you thought about it, you recognized a bit of the environment. It was almost exactly like a part of the map in the fantasy novel you were reading before you went to bed. But that couldn't be, right?
The trees came closer and closer and you braced yourself for the impact. You fell down from branch to branch, breaking a lot of them in the process. You felt them rip your skin open, covering your body in tiny scratches, tearing your clothes. It did slow down your fall, but when you collided with the forest ground, it still hurt like hell.
You weren't supposed to feel pain in your dreams, right? You thought while you groaned. Maybe this wasn't a dream after all... but where the hell were you then?
You turned around on your back, and slowly moved both your arms to see the damage. Everything hurt, but nothing seemed broken which was a small miracle. Your arms were covered in small cuts but those would heal in a couple of days. When you tried to stand up, an agonizing pain in your thigh made you fall back on the ground with a scream. Sometime during your fall down the tree, one of its branches had made its way into your thigh. You could see the end sticking out, your shorts already wet with a dark red stain.
"Oh, that's just fucking perfect," you sighed.
Now what? You weren't brave enough to try and pull it out. Besides, if it started bleeding like crazy you didn't have anything on you to try and stop it. You were wearing shorts and a tank top, the same clothes you went to bed in. It's not like you could tear a piece of fabric out of it, you would have nothing left to cover yourself.
You needed help. And fast, because as if your wound wasn't enough trouble already, you started to feel lightheaded from the pain and blood loss. There was nothing left to do than crawl over the forest floor, in the hope you would find help soon.
You hadn't got very far yet when you heard the sound of someone or something approaching and a stench filled your nose. Your first instinct was to hide, but since you weren't as agile anymore now that you were impaled, you couldn't do anything but desperately search the ground for something to defend yourself if necessary. After a few seconds, an Orc jumped out of the bushes with a loud gnarl, not trying to be subtle at all.
Wait a minute... an Orc? You recognized the creature from the books and it started to dawn on you that you might be in Middle Earth.
"That seals it," you thought. "I'm definitely dreaming."
By now the Orc had noticed you were there and charged at you with his weapon raised. You instinctively threw your arms over your head and hoped you would wake up soon. Usually when you knew you were dreaming, it was a sign you were waking up. Right? So your eyes would open any minute now...
But that didn't happen and you didn't feel a blow of the Orc's weapon either. When you looked up, you saw the Orc on the ground right in front of you with an arrow through his head. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone approaching you.
You noticed the Orc's weapon beside its body and tried to reach for it, only to be stopped by the tip of a sword pricking your neck. A male voice above you tutted.
"I would not do that if I were you."
You froze.
"Turn around," the voice ordered.
You slowly turned around and got in a sitting position, supporting your left leg and suppressing any groans, the sword of the stranger still pressed against your neck.
"Let me see who you are," he said.
He shifted the sword right under your chin and lifted your head with it, your hair falling backwards revealing your face. Both of your breaths hitched in your throats when you saw each other. You wouldn't know why he was so shocked to see you - although you could imagine you looked weird in his eyes, with your pj's torn to shreds - but you felt like you were just struck by lightning.
The Elf before you was breathtakingly beautiful. And exactly the picture you had made in your mind of one of the lead characters of your books. He looked at you, examining your torn clothes before his gaze stopped at your leg.
"You're hurt," he gasped. A flash of worry went through his eyes but was quickly replaced with determination.
"Can you walk?"
"Of course, I was only crawling on the floor out of boredom," you said sarcastically, "No, I can't walk."
The Elf chuckled, and finally lowered his sword.
"I'll just have to carry you then," he suggested. He attached his sword on his back with his bow and crouched down with the intention to lift you up.
"No, no, no, it's fine," you hastily protested, trying to stand up on your own, but almost immediately falling down in the process. You would've smacked to the ground again if it weren't for a couple of surprisingly strong arms that went around your waist to steady you.
"I can see that," he said. "Are you always this stubborn?"
"Only on my good days," you murmured.
"Look, I can see you want to keep your distance. I understand that. But you can not walk on your own and I am not letting you crawl all the way to my home. Just lay your arm around my shoulders and lean on me okay?" he suggested.
You reluctantly agreed. You knew it was the best option but you still felt a bit anxious being so close to him, remembering all the times you fantasized about his character. You wrapped your arm across his shoulders, and limped along. It hurt like hell, and you felt yourself slowly slipping away. To try and stay awake, you started talking.
"You know, I don't think it's such a good idea to take me home with you. How are you so sure that I'm not a bad guy? I could kill you in your sleep."
That made him bark out a loud laugh. "No offence, but I do not feel threatened by you. At all," he laughed. "Besides, the same goes for you. How do you know I won't kill you as soon as we get to my home?"
"I'll take my chances," you grinned.
You kept walking for a while, deeper and deeper into the forest. You noticed there was hardly any sunlight left that touched the forest ground. You also felt yourself getting warmer and warmer, drops of sweat dripping down your forehead and you had a hard time focusing, tripping every five minutes. You were almost certain the Elf beside you was carrying your full weight by now. Not that he was affected by it, it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
"We're almost there, hang on," he said, noticing you getting quieter and desperate to keep you awake. You didn't respond, too tired and hardly any strength left. You felt little taps on your cheek.
"Hey come on now, stay awake. Just a few more minutes! What is your name?" he asked.
You blinked a few times, you could see a large building in the distance, almost like a palace. Or so you thought, because everything was so blurry it could have been a McDonald's and you wouldn't even recognize it. The Elf shook you when you didn't answer.
"Yes... I'm still here," you muttered in response. "My name's Y/N."
"Legolas," the Elf answered back.
You groaned.
"No... Y/N! Y-N," you repeated.
The palace came closer and closer. Just a few more steps and you could lay down and sleep. Sleep... that sounded pretty good.
"Yes, I know. You already said that. And my name is Legolas."
"Legolas," you whispered. "I knew it was you..."
Legolas opened one of the side doors of the palace with a swift kick of his left foot.
"Welcome to my home!"
But you hadn't heard him, finally slipping into darkness, too exhausted to notice the same strong arms picking you up and carrying you inside.