The Hobbit/LOTR Imagines (Requests Closed)

(Legolas) Pirate: Unexpected Love ~ Part 2

Your head being bashed against the side of the barrel right after you glimpsed Legolas look down at you worriedly before he turned to an orc that swung behind him was the last thing you saw. Then it was dark.

But now, you felt yourself stirring, a soft surface cushioning your back. Your eyes fluttered open to see a wooden ceiling and you could just work out muffled voices beyond the walls. At first you were wondering why the room wasn't creaking and tilting then you remembered you were no longer at sea, and your memories of the dwarves escape from Mirkwood flashed back. Groaning you suddenly clasped your head at the throbbing pain. And then your heart raced and panic set in. What had happened ?

You shot up and reached the door swinging it open when the voices suddenly halted and there were several dwarves eyes on you, staring wide eyed. Dwalin saw your panic and smiled, "Calm lass, we're safe now."

You took a breath and nodded. Some of the dwarves smiling then turning back to their conversations. What did not go un-noticed was Thorin's gaze on you.

"Something to say, Oakenshiled?" You sighed.

He didn't respond and you looked up at him then shook your head walking to the table. A tall man walked in then. You were told his name was Bard and he was here to help harbour the dwarves.

When the dwarves had finished eating some took to the front of the house to carry on their conversations. You sat and finished your porridge, leaning your head into one hand rested on the table.

"Well it certainly is nice to see someone other that a dwarf." Bard said as he sat down with his own bowl in front of you.

"Would i be able to sway your mind if I told you that a Pirate may be no better?"

His eyes widened for a second, then he smiled. "North shores or South?" He said.

To your surprise you looked up. Raising a brow. "South." You replied.

He chuckled. "Then I feel Pirate may be the wrong word to use."

To that you smiled. "Not many know of us." You responded. "It's nice to see someone versed in the ways of the world and not just assuming from what he sees."

"You're too harsh on yourself, (Y/n), is it?." You nodded. "I know of your deeds out in the open sea. Yes you may still have the same rough and chaotic disposition of the scallywags in the north," you let out a small chuckle in response, "but you have given yourself to help protect those vulnerable out at sea many times. Including people of this very town who travel for trade."

"And the stealing doesn't bother you?" You asked confidently.

"As long as it's not from the vulnerable. Sometimes we must steal to give." He said.

You nodded. "You're a good man Bard. Thank you for your hospitality. Know that if you ever need my assistance, I will be beside you." He smiled and gave a nod.

And then, you felt that heavy gaze again.

"Come on Oakenshield, spill it." You said, moving your gaze from Bard to a figure sat in the corner of the room.

"What makes you think there is anything to spill?" He said, not looking up.

"You might be a decent fighter, but you're shit at being subtle." You said.

"Who were you talking to, in Mirkwood?" He responded.

"I could give you a long list from the way in to the way out." You replied calmly, shaking your head at the stupid question.

"Then let me take my question to the last night in your cell."

Your heart stopped for a second. Legolas. Did he get past the orcs okay? Surely. He knows how to handle himself. His fight atop the gates proved that enough.