Legolas short story x reader 'Symphony' *finished*

Epilogue - Symphony

The first new blossoms started to grow in the early morning. Though the winter had just ended and spring had just returned to Middle-Earth, the cold of the previous season was already fought off by the warmth of the newborn sun. And with the sun appearing in the morning sky, flowers in all kinds of colours appeared too. They came out of the ground, grew in the high trees and decorated the bushes. From everywhere all beautiful kinds of colours in all possible shades showed themselves to the Elves of Mirkwood. They opened their leaves and turned to the sun, allowing the shining eye to bring warmth in their hearts. Everywhere my eyes turned to, I saw the blossoms' beauty, even in Thranduil's crown were the flowers greeting me. He stared at me. His blue usually stern eyes now carefully watched my every move with love and pride in them. He had always wanted me to do this, he had always pictured me walking towards his son when he thought of his son's future.

But now, it wasn't the future anymore. It was the presence. Thranduil met my eyes and he smiled at me. I wasn't yet used to his kindness, but I loved to see him looking at me with such love and happiness in his eyes. His smiled showed the satisfaction he felt inside and he rose along with all the others who had came to see me. This time, it wasn't Thranduil who was in the centre of attention. This time it was me. I slowly made my way past the Woodland King and head a whisper next to me. 'Head up and smile, my dear. You look beautiful.' I heard him say and remembered the lessons in walking Thranduil had given me so I wouldn't do something stupid in this precious moment. I lifted my head slightly and the smile that had been hidden because of the nervosity I felt inside, appeared again as I walked further. Thranduil started to sing and the other Elves sang along with their breathtaking voices, and with them sang all the creatures in the Mirkwood forest. The wind hummed with the melody and together they once again sang my beloved symphony.

At the ending of the aisle, once more stood Legolas. Only now there wasn't an enormous stern-looking Troll behind him, and this time there was no haste. Doubt whether I should hurry the last steps rose inside of me, I wanted to be by Legolas's side as quickly as possible, any more seconds apart from him would kill me, but I didn't want this moment to end and the desire to stand still and watch this all, while smelling the sweet scent of the new flowers, was very stong. But I walked towards my groom, slowly and gracefully with a bouquet of the beautiful Woodland flowers close to my chest. My white dress smoothly moved along with me, pure white like the new blossoms on the trees, as I neared my husband-to-be. He did not look at me. He was too busy checking if he wasn't pulling the end of his long loose sleeve with his right hand, or making sure his right pointy ear did not slightly move: both signs of nervosity he had.

But then he looked up and faced me. All the nervosity in his eyes fled away and a light that shone brighter than the spring's sun entered the blue. They widened as the corners of his lips slightly curled up into a sweet smile. The love and relief on his face mixed with utter disbelieve that I now made my way towards him and I saw him fighting the urge to run to me. He stayed there, waited and stared at me with the look of kindness and satisfaction, love and affection that had been in his eyes since the moment I had accepted the marriage. Only now he really seemed to realise it and his happiness caused his lips to curl up even more into a breathtaking big smile of utter joy. His right hand moved away from his sleeve and stopped on his chest, just the place where his heart lied. The place where I had earlier rested my head on.

The white robe he wore looked beautiful on the Elven prince and his long gorgeous locks made their way over his shoulders and past the beautiful collar, kingly decorated with many elegant lines like the entire robe, to his chest. It hung loose on his chest and on his back though one braid was made there. The robe fitted him perfectly and ended just above the ground. Around his head there was a beautiful piece of jewelry. White curly lines met and gave his outfit a graceful and solemn glow.