Ithildin - Legolas x OC

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When Legolas and I reach his room, I almost hesitate, forgetting that it is now my room as well and I will not be going to my old one. He opens the door and watches nervously as I walk in before him.

I was not permitted to see inside before, so I take a moment to slowly walk around. It is tidy of course, and relatively large—but he is a prince, so I should not be surprised. The bed is neatly made to the side, beneath the tall windows overlooking the forest, and the bark and branches that make two tall pillars in the room twist and curl upwards.

Branches of leaves cover the ceiling, some hanging down and almost touching the faint glowing lights at the walls. A tall bookcase is built into the wall at the far side, a large table before it with two chairs. Turning my head to the other side of the room beside the table, I see two armoires, a smaller vanity table across from them, and a door I presume leads to a private washroom.

"I had your things brought over from your room." Legolas says quietly as he watches me look around. "And some new furniture." He hesitates, "We will not always be here, of course—when we return to Minas Tirith and travel elsewhere but...this is yours now, as well as mine." He steps forward, quickly adding, "I am happy to change anything in here, just say the word—"

"No." I turn to face him. "It is perfect."

He scans my face. "You are perfect."

I smile, ducking my head as I turn to the vanity table, running a hand over the new addition to his room. The box for my diadem sits atop it, and I open it before lifting my hands to my head, slowly untangling the head piece from Arwen's braids as I slip off my shoes, kicking them under the table.

Later—I will put them away later. Now however...

"Here." Legolas walks towards me. "Allow me. You are tangling your hair."

I huff quietly as he starts to untangle it, his fingers gentle. "I have never been able to braid it well. My mother used to do it...Arwen now, when I see her."

Looking into the mirror on the vanity, I see him smile. "And now you have me; I will do it gladly."

"Yes." I smile too. "You've always been better at it. You are better than me at most things, it seems."

"That's not true." He says softly, pulling free the last strands of the braid and placing them over my shoulder, running his fingers through the ends as if in a daze.

I lift off the diadem and place it back in its box, then lift my hand to graze the necklace gifted by Thranduil. "I love this. I cannot quite believe what he said."

"Me neither." Legolas raises an eyebrow at me in the mirror as he pulls my hair over my shoulder and to my back, his fingers grazing my skin. "You certainly made an impression on him."

"A better one than the first."

"Yes." He smiles, looking at my pendant. "I chose that for you."

I turn my head to him. "You did?"

He nods. "I know it is not customary...but he asked me to. He wanted you to be happy with the choice, and I know you like the colour."

I smile when he meets my eyes. "Yes, I do." I face the mirror again with a deep breath, asking quietly, "Will you help me with the buttons? I cannot reach."

Legolas looks to my back, nodding as he moves slightly. I pull all my hair over my shoulder, combing through it with my hand and watching as he slowly undoes each of the small buttons from the nape of my neck, down to the middle of my back. He helps me slide it down from my arms, watches as it bunches to my feet and places his hands on the back of my waist, touching the silky fabric of my long slip dress.