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seokmins · 2 years ago

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A Ferris Wheel For Two

Summary: You take Seokmin out for a cute little carnival date as a birthday gift and act like little kids about it. He must be using his birthday wishes on you, your one wish is to give him a day he would remember and you've done it in spades.

WC: 2.4k

Established relationship, food, mentions of living together, a tiny hint of insecurity, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: I am SO late to 218 day but the one and only reason why I didn't write something for Vernon was because of this cover Dokyeom did and it filled me with too many feelings. But also this is for @seokmins who is the Dokyeom to my Vernon <3333

“You know, when you told me you wanted to take me out somewhere for my birthday, I didn’t expect this.” Seokmin laughed, staring out at the bright colors of the carnival you decided to bring him to as you parked.

“What, you expected a fancy dinner or something? I could always turn around and we can do that instead.” You teased, staring at him out of the corner of your eye with a raised eyebrow.

“No, no. This is perfect, thank you.” He turned to face you now, his eyes scrunching up and crinkling in the way you’ve always loved when he smiled. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” “Being yourself. I love you just the way you are, you know that? Now come on, let’s go make your birthday special.” You say, punctuating your statement by opening your door. “It already is though, because I’m here with you.” He half whined, but complied in getting out of the car to join you.

Seokmin takes up your hand immediately, swinging your intertwined arms in time with your steps as you walk towards the ticket booth. In the bright sunlight, you can’t help but admire the sparkles in his eyes as he hummed to himself. Everything about him was so endearing, it filled your heart until it felt like you would burst from it, and you hoped with all your heart that you would give him the kind of day he deserved.

“So, where does the birthday boy want to go first?” You teased. “You can get anything you want and I’ll pay for it. Food, games, rides, whatever you want.”

He shook his head, ducking it to try and hide the smile that split across his face, but it was hard to hide it from you when you could practically feel the joy radiate off him. It wasn’t an exaggeration to call him your sunshine, or sunshine in general when the happiness he would experience practically came off him in waves. So you let him hold onto his pride (for now) and simply kissed his cheek. “Well, what’ll it be? I need an answer, you know.”

“I can’t believe you sometimes, you spoil me too much. But if you want me to pick so much, let’s go to the merry-go-round.”

After buying a sizable amount of tickets, and trying in vain to fit them in your bag, Seokmin leads you to the gilded merry-go-round in the middle of the carnival. Neither of you minded the line for it, nor the fact that it seemed almost entirely composed of energetic kids and their parents as you both giggled over the stories you told each other. Maybe the kids’ energy was rubbing off on you as you giddily hopped up on a painted horse with Seokmin at your side. Even as you both knew the horses didn’t actually move you pretended to have a race anyways, playfully taunting each other as you spun around. You intentionally chose a horse that was slightly behind him so he would win the ‘race’, and that didn’t escape his notice when he kissed your forehead after getting off.

“So, what would the winner of our race like to say to his loving fans?” You joked, wandering around aimlessly.

“Well, I would love to tell them that none of this would be possible without the support of my wonderful partner for losing on purpose. It was from their selfless act that I was able to get this far.” He spoke dramatically, sending you into another fit of giggles.

You passed by an ice cream stand and slightly nudged him in its direction after seeing the way he was eyeing it, and ambled up to the back of its line to choose your flavors.

“Hm, which do I want? Vanilla? Chocolate? The mixed version? Oh, there’s a version with churros too…” He mumbled to himself, brows furrowing a little.

“How about we get a big mixed one with churros so we can share it? You can cover all your options with it, I’m sure we can finish it together.”

Now settled on your choice, you halfheartedly glared at him as he tried to pull out his wallet. “Absolutely not.” You stated, making an attempt to snatch it. “I told you I would pay for everything, and I mean it.”

“But that’s a lot of money and I don’t mind helping you pay for things since we’re enjoying this together.” He protested, yanking his wallet away from your reach.

You hummed to yourself, seemingly in thought, but Seokmin could identify the mischievous gleam in your eye from anywhere and you weren’t fooling him.

“What are you going to do?” He asked slowly, putting his wallet away for safekeeping (and far out of your reach).

“Nothing!” You chirped, earning a skeptical hum from him. “I just want you to know that if you try to pay for anything, then I’m stealing your wallet for the rest of the day. You’ll get it back when we go home though.”

He rolled his eyes at the cheerful way you said it, mumbling under his breath about you hanging around his hyungs too much with a pout.

“Aw, it’s okay. If it makes you feel better, you can do the same thing for my birthday too.” That immediately perked him up, and you giggled at how fast he was able to bounce back from that. Maybe he wasn’t as upset about it as he looked, and maybe putting the idea of spoiling you silly for your birthday in his head wasn’t a good idea either, but you still won for today and that’s what mattered. You just hope that maybe he will forget about it by the time your birthday comes around. (spoiler: he does not)

Sitting down with your giant, churro ladened serving of ice cream topped with a pair of spoons made you feel like you were truly embodying the spirit of every carnival date ever. You weren’t really complaining, quite the opposite actually, and it was really very hard to be any kind of disappointed at how giddy Seokmin was at the sight of it. It was a little cold for ice cream, seeing as it was the middle of February, but the bright sunlight made the chill of it far more bearable. But as you traded bites from spoons and churros alike for each other, the chill faded away.

Now very unwilling to go on any of the rides until you both digested the sheer amount of dessert you ate, you headed towards the games. All the flashing lights and dizzying colors seemed to meld together for you, you had a hard time picking them apart after a while so you watched Seokmin contentedly as he inspected the prizes for one he wanted. You both drifted from booth to booth, swinging hands as you went, until he stopped abruptly. A giant bear gazed down at the passing onlookers with a small smile, and he smiled back up at it unconsciously. Despite its size, it was fairly simple in design and contrasted heavily against the other prizes around it. You personally thought most of the prizes at carnivals were too gaudy, but you could definitely see this one becoming a part of your shared home. You both shared a knowing look as you approached the game with determination.

Like many other carnival games, it was deceptively easy in theory: throw darts at balloons and get prizes based on how many were popped. To get the giant bear you’d both been eyeing, you had to pop 20 balloons together. You had to admit to yourself, you weren’t sure how good Seokmin was at this because you’d never been in a situation like this with him before. Well, there was a first time for everything, and you weren’t too bad of a shot yourself. At least, you hoped so. Any certainty you had about your skills soon diminished as you paid for the game though, reluctantly arming yourself with the little darts provided to you.

Seokmin seemed to sense your nervousness, putting his darts down to squeeze your hand tight in his. “We’ve got this, I know we do. Even if we don’t, we can always try again. Fighting.”

You laughed at how serious he said the last part, feeling your nerves fade as you picked your darts back up. “Fighting.” You responded, setting a fierce grin on your face.

As soon as a whistle sounded, you both threw the darts with all of your might, cheering with every balloon that popped. The speed at which you threw them slowed as you ran out of both targets and darts, aiming more carefully now to ensure that you hit them. Now down to the final balloons, you’re the only one with darts left as Seokmin acts as your personal cheerleader. Your eyes narrow, your grip tightens, the entire world falls away until it’s just you and your target. You pull your arm back and throw the final dart, focusing so intently on the way it sails through the air that it feels like it’s moving in slow motion. With a sharp pop! and the chime of a bell, the final target had been felled.

Seokmin sweeps you up in a tight hug, whooping loudly in your ear as you both jump up and down in excitement. You can barely register how loud you’re screaming with the way the blood rushes through your ears combined with Seokmin’s presence as both overwhelm you. You both hold onto some kind of dignity though and calm down quickly, now very aware of the fact that you were in a public space. The person running the game wordlessly hands over the bear you request, their judgment nearly palpable. Seeing a pair of full grown adults jump and scream like children wasn’t going to win you any favors with them, so you left quickly to their job and trotted away with your bear in tow.

“I don’t know if we can go on any of the roller coasters anymore with this.” Seokmin laughed, tugging lightly on one of its ears.

“Hm, it would be a shame to have to leave it on the ground every time we wanted to go on one, and I don’t think we would want to put it in our backseat after that either.” You hummed, running a hand through its fur. “We don’t have to go on any of the rides if you don’t want to, and it’s getting a little late anyways.”

Seokmin looked up at the sky, marveling at the way the bright blue sky had started to turn golden. “Wow, you were right. I didn’t even realize how much time we spent here. I guess time passed us by so fast because of all the fun we were having, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As he looked back down at you, something caught his eye over your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. Right by the exit of the carnival was a giant Ferris wheel, its frame dotted with tiny twinkling lights.

“Maybe there is a ride we can go on after all.”

Trying to get onto the Ferris wheel near sunset went about as well as you expected. Other couples were trying to get on as well, the line snaking around the little railings set up next to the wheel. Neither of you minded, passing the time by talking and taking turns carrying the bear. You always enjoyed the ability to talk in length with Seokmin, he always had something interesting to say, but at the same time the front of the line couldn’t come fast enough as your arms ached under the weight of your prize. You were more than a little jealous of the way he was able to carry it with ease, he seemed to only pass it off to you because you insisted on taking turns. Curse him and his perfectly sculpted arms.

Finally, you got to rest your feet as you sat in your carriage on the wheel, the bear sitting across from you. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you slowly ascended, the sunlight rising with you until it broke past the horizon. Everything was painted deep gold as far as the eye could see, lapping over crevasses in the buildings like a blanket. The sight jolted you up as you leaned out the window slightly to gaze at the view.

Seokmin took pictures of the landscape from the top once you had stopped, a smile as warm as the sunlight spreading across his face. The view from atop the wheel was beautiful, but the sight he treasured most was you, your sun-stained hair making a halo around you. Seokmin wouldn’t blame his heart for bursting right then and there if it did, the amount of love he held for you filled him utterly.

He gently placed his hand on yours, drawing your attention to him with a questioning hum. He brought his other hand up to cup your cheek and you instinctively leaned in, closing your eyes for a slow kiss. Everything about this moment was just right, the perfect amount of simple and sweet. And as the wheel started to descend, the light fading as dusk began to shade you, Seokmin couldn’t help but think that this was the best birthday gift you could have ever given him.

Now sufficiently tired out from the day’s events, you both made your way back to your car as the soft glow of sunset fell into the haze of twilight. You didn’t even complain when he guided you to the passenger seat, taking the driver’s seat instead. When you and the bear were both secured in place, he began the drive home in the soft darkness. Glancing over at you only confirmed his suspicions, you had already fallen asleep with your head resting against your seatbelt. You deserved the rest after everything you had done for him today, and he was going to make sure he showed you his appreciation. Nothing could end his day better than a cozy night in, eating takeout from your favorite place as you watched something together. With that plan in mind, he drove carefully to avoid disturbing you as the moon climbed higher into the sky.

#I'm a fluff enthusiast first off #Second of all I feel like these are v much our friend dynamics haha I love this sm #I also adored the *fighting!* it made me laugh so hard for no reason but it seemed so perfect #Soft for the ice cream exchange and description #Also I loved the whole *I'll steal ur wallet* lmao #U wrote seokkie so cute I want him #THE MERRY GO ROUND RACE I'M SO SOFT also the fan commentary at the end had me rofl #The ending has my heart how I want to be there in that moment u described bc it was so lovely now I'll go cry #Still amused af that u wrote for him rather than ur man skkdkskska #hellow xanthe!#xanthe 💙#elv's mootz #Elv reads #dk's girl 💫#my radiant ray of seokshine ☀️#⚔️#Dokyeom

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earthlybeam · 25 days ago

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A bit of a silly, very indulgent, request here, if you're accepting requests of course! But how would Glorfindel, Legolas, Elrond (+anyone else if you'd like to add!) react to a reader that either has a dragon or can transform into a dragon? If it's the former request, the reader is really protective of the dragon no matter how big/small it is, and if it is the latter, their first meeting could be while the reader is in dragon form.

Thank you so much for your time and your writing, regardless if you end up doing this request or not!<33

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond, glrofindel, Legolas Versions version below

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Elrond’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

✶ Elrond’s reaction to discovering that you are a dragon—or bonded with one—would be a blend of awe, curiosity, caution, and deep reverence for the power and mystery of such a being. His centuries of life and wisdom would grant him a nuanced understanding of dragons, but also an underlying wariness, given their often tumultuous history with elves and Middle-earth as a whole.

✶ If you were to first appear in your dragon form, Elrond would not immediately draw his weapon or react with aggression. Instead, he would observe, standing tall with that composed grace for which he is known. Though his heart might race at the sight of such a creature, his wisdom would prevent him from acting rashly.

✶ “By the stars of Varda… what majesty and might stands before me,” he might murmur, his sharp eyes drinking in every detail of your scaled form. His voice would remain calm, laced with awe and curiosity, though there might be an underlying tension in his tone.

✶ Elrond would likely address you with respect, understanding that dragons are proud and powerful beings, not to be trifled with. He would speak in measured words, testing the waters before acting further. “If you come in peace, great one, I welcome you to Imladris, though such a guest as you has not graced these lands for many an age.”

✶ The fact that you show no hostility (whether through your body language or any gesture of non-aggression) would intrigue him further. His natural inclination as a lore-master would drive him to question your nature—your purpose, your past, and most of all, why you have come to Rivendell. He would approach cautiously, his every movement deliberate, a sign of both respect and prudence.

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Upon Discovering You Are the Dragon or Bonded to One

✶ The moment Elrond discovers that you are the dragon—or that you have bonded with such a creature—his composed exterior would momentarily falter. A sharp breath would escape him as the revelation hit, his eyes widening slightly as the implications settled in his mind.

✶ “You… are no mere traveler, then,” he would murmur, his tone softer, imbued with a new layer of admiration. “Such power, bound to you with such care… and yet you wield it with grace.” Though Elrond’s demeanor would remain dignified, he would feel an intense sense of intrigue. His wisdom and lore would ignite, and he would recall the many tales and ancient histories surrounding dragons. Yet, unlike many elves, his perception would not be clouded by fear alone. He would recognize your rare balance—a dragon who was not ruled by the malice and greed that often defined their kind.

✶ “How is it,” he would ask, his voice quiet yet filled with genuine curiosity, “that one such as you walks this world, yet bears neither the hunger nor the wrath of dragons past?” His mind would immediately turn to the deeper implications of your nature. You were unlike any dragon he had known. Your strength, tempered with such care, would provoke a quiet reverence in him.

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On Your Protective Nature

✶ As someone who has dedicated his life to protecting Rivendell and its people, Elrond would understand and respect the fierce protectiveness you display toward your dragon form or companion. He would see the bond you share as sacred, as the very essence of loyalty and devotion.

✶ “Your strength and loyalty are admirable,” he might say with a deep, reflective tone, his voice laden with respect, “But even the mightiest of beings can falter if their emotions blind their wisdom. How do you temper such power with the calm of mind that is needed for true wisdom?”

✶ His words would not be harsh but gentle, a reflection of his understanding that even the greatest warriors and guardians need the guidance of their intellect to wield their power with caution. He would recognize that your protective nature comes from love and devotion, a trait Elrond himself values deeply.

✶ As he learns more of your story, his admiration for you would only deepen. Your unique dual nature would intrigue him, and he would see you not just as a being of immense power but as a bridge between two worlds��one of fire and one of grace. Over time, his connection to you would grow, as he began to understand the burdens you carry.

✶ “If ever the weight of such a burden becomes too great,” he would say softly, his voice warmer now, “Know that you are not alone, my heart. Rivendell will always be a sanctuary for you, whether you walk as elf or dragon.”

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On Your Bond with the Dragon

✶ If you had a companion of draconic nature, Elrond would approach the bond with the same care and reverence. His understanding of loyalty and kinship would drive him to respect the unique relationship you shared, acknowledging that such bonds are not lightly formed.

✶ “You are rare,” Elrond would comment, his eyes gleaming with the quiet appreciation of one who has seen much. “Few have the courage to bond with such beings, and fewer still find peace within that connection.”

✶ He would observe you carefully, both your words and actions, as he saw how deeply your devotion to the dragon ran. He would not press too much at first, respecting the bond between you, but his respect for your loyalty and wisdom would grow in kind.

✶ Elrond’s Overall View of You as a Dragon or Bonded to One As the truth of your nature settled within him, Elrond’s thoughts would be a blend of awe, contemplation, and a profound respect for you. In time, he would come to see you as more than just a powerful being. You would become a being of immense value, not only for the strength you commanded but for the insight and wisdom you held within. His approach toward you would shift from cautious admiration to something deeper—a recognition of the rare and precious connection you shared with both the world of elves and dragons.

✶ “You are unlike any I have encountered,” Elrond would say with reverence, his voice a mixture of warmth and respect. “A being both ancient and new, powerful and wise. Your journey is one that few could understand, and yet, you are not alone. In Rivendell, you have a home.” And thus, with every word, Elrond would offer not only his wisdom but also his quiet, unyielding support. He would stand by you, as you both walk the ancient paths of Middle-earth—together.

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☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

Glorfindel’s First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖤓 If Glorfindel were to first meet you in your dragon form, his initial reaction would be one of awe, mixed with boundless curiosity and excitement. He would not be one to immediately draw his blade; instead, his golden presence would shine brighter, his courage unwavering in the face of such a magnificent creature.

𖤓 “By the light of Laurelin…” he would breathe, his azure eyes wide as he takes in the sheer majesty of your form. A grin would tug at his lips, not out of arrogance or bravado, but pure admiration. “What beauty, what might… How could one not feel humbled before such a sight?”

𖤓 Unlike others who might approach cautiously, Glorfindel’s golden heart would compel him to step forward with confidence, though his movements would still show respect. “You have nothing to fear from me, mighty one,” he would say warmly, his voice laced with both reverence and his trademark playfulness. “I have faced many beings in my time, but none so magnificent as you. Tell me—have you come as friend or foe? Though, I admit, I am hoping for the former.”

𖤓 His natural charisma and lighthearted demeanor would likely disarm any tension. If you showed no aggression, Glorfindel would relax entirely, his hand leaving the hilt of his sword as his shoulders dropped into an easy stance. “And here I thought Rivendell’s gardens were the greatest wonders of this land,” he’d joke, his golden hair catching the light as he offered a respectful nod. “Clearly, I was mistaken.”

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Glorfindel Learns That You Are the Dragon

𖤓 When the truth emerges—that you are the dragon—Glorfindel would not try to hide his astonishment. His lips would part, and for a moment, his golden aura might flicker as he processed the revelation. “You?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder. “You… are no ordinary being. What strength, what grace lies within you.”

𖤓 Glorfindel’s emotions would shine through plainly, his excitement bubbling over. “By the stars! You are both—elf and dragon!” He would give a hearty laugh, shaking his head as though in disbelief. “I should have known. Such strength in spirit, such fire in your eyes… Of course you are one of a kind.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would be endlessly curious, though his questions would come with an eagerness rather than caution. “How does it feel?” he’d ask, his tone almost childlike in its wonder. “To fly, to breathe fire? And yet, you walk among us so gracefully. Do you ever grow tired of one form or the other?” Though his boundless energy might make his curiosity seem overwhelming at first, Glorfindel would always temper it with genuine care. He would sense the isolation you might feel as someone caught between two worlds, and his warm gaze would soften. “You carry much within you—power, loyalty, and a love for those who cannot always understand your nature. But you are not alone. Not here. Not with me.”

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Glorfindel’s Respect for Your Protective Nature

𖤓 Glorfindel would be deeply moved by your protectiveness over your dragon form or companion. As a guardian and warrior himself, he would understand and admire your fierce loyalty. “It is no small thing,” he’d say, his voice steady, “to love something—or someone—so fiercely that you would shield them with your life. It is a bond that I, too, understand.”

𖤓 However, Glorfindel’s playful nature would shine through even here. If he felt you were being too overprotective, he’d gently tease you, his eyes alight with humor. “You know,” he’d say, leaning against a tree with a grin, “even a dragon as mighty as yours can probably fend for itself. But I’ll admit, there’s something endearing about seeing you so… fiery.”

𖤓 That said, Glorfindel would never belittle your devotion. Instead, he would become an ally in your protectiveness, standing beside you without question. “You guard them with your heart,” he’d say seriously. “And should the need arise, I will guard you both with mine.”

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Glorfindel’s Growing Bond with You

𖤓 Over time, Glorfindel would come to treasure your dual nature as both elf and dragon. He would see it as a perfect balance of strength and gentleness, much like his own character. “You remind me of the sun,” he’d tell you, his tone light but sincere. “Warm and radiant, but with a fire that can burn those foolish enough to test it.”

𖤓 He would adore the moments when you trusted him enough to let your guard down. If you ever transformed into your dragon form in his presence, Glorfindel would be the first to marvel openly. “Every time I see you like this, I feel as though I’m witnessing something out of the First Age,” he’d say, his voice full of awe. “It makes me want to do something reckless, like take to the skies with you.”

𖤓 And should you ever feel the weight of your dual existence, Glorfindel would be there to comfort you, his touch gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You are not alone in this,” he’d promise, his voice soft but firm. “You are not too much, nor are you too different. You are simply… you. And that is more than enough.”

𖤓 Glorfindel would thrive on quiet, affectionate moments with you. If you allowed him to rest his head against your scales or curl up beside you in your dragon form, he would be overjoyed, treating it as the highest honor. “This,” he’d murmur, his voice heavy with contentment, “is where I am happiest—beside you, whether you walk as elf or soar as dragon.”

𖤓“You know,” he’d tease, his golden hair brushing against your cheek as he leaned close, “it’s not fair how radiant you are. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you’re here?”

𖤓 At times, his playful nature might lead to moments of giddy excitement. If he caught sight of you preparing to take flight, he’d call out, “Wait for me!” before racing after you, his laughter echoing through the valley. And if you ever let him ride upon your back in dragon form, he would be absolutely elated. “This is it!” he’d shout, arms outstretched as you soared. “This is the greatest moment of my life!”

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🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

Legolas First Encounter with You in Dragon Form

𖧧 Legolas, with his keen senses and the ever-present curiosity of youth (despite his age), would sense your presence long before seeing you. As you emerged in your dragon form, he would freeze—not out of fear, but sheer wonder. His sharp eyes would drink in every detail: the glint of scales in the light, the sheer power and grace in your movements, and the commanding presence that spoke of ancient times.

𖧧 “By the stars…” he’d whisper under his breath, a touch of awe creeping into his tone. Unlike most, who might reach for their weapons or flee, Legolas would take a cautious step forward, his bow lowered but ready, just in case. He wouldn’t see you as a threat outright—he would trust his instincts, which told him you meant no harm.

𖧧 “I have seen many wonders in my time,” he would murmur, loud enough for you to hear. “But none as magnificent as this.” His voice would carry a note of reverence, but also unguarded curiosity. He’d tilt his head slightly, the way he does when speaking to a creature of the forest. “Are you friend or foe, great one? Do you speak, or is your story told in another way?”

𖧧 If you revealed no hostility, Legolas would relax almost immediately, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He’d step closer with the silent grace of his kind, his posture neither submissive nor domineering but curious and open. “I do not think you are here to harm us. Not with eyes like those,” he’d say softly, his sharp gaze meeting yours without hesitation.

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Learning You Are the Dragon

𖧧 When Legolas discovers that you are the dragon—whether through transformation or explanation—he would be utterly taken aback for a moment, his normally poised demeanor faltering into wide-eyed astonishment. “You… are both?” he’d ask, his voice tinged with wonder and disbelief. He’d blink rapidly, as if trying to process this entirely new concept.

𖧧 “You are unlike any being I have ever encountered,” he’d finally say, his expression softening into admiration. There would be no fear in him, only a deep sense of respect and fascination. “Both elf and dragon… You walk in two worlds, yet belong fully to neither. It must be a path both extraordinary and lonely.”

𖧧 Legolas would not hesitate to pepper you with questions, though his voice would remain gentle. “How does it feel, to fly as they do? Do you think as an elf in that form, or does the dragon’s mind take over?” He’d grow quiet for a moment, his blue eyes searching yours. “Do you… feel at peace? Or is it a burden, to carry such power within you?”

𖧧 His natural warmth and optimism would quickly shine through, however, as he’d grin and say, “I would very much like to see you fly. I imagine it would make even the Great Eagles jealous.”

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Legolas’ Reaction to Your Protective Nature

𖧧 Your fierce protectiveness, whether toward your dragon self or a dragon companion, would resonate deeply with Legolas. As someone who holds an unshakable bond with the natural world and values loyalty above all, he would admire your devotion without question. “It is no small thing, to care so deeply,” he’d say, his tone almost reverent. “Dragons are beings of great power, but also of great vulnerability. Few would understand that as you do.”

𖧧 If your protectiveness ever led you to act recklessly, Legolas might gently try to temper it. “Your heart is noble,” he’d say, his voice quiet but firm. “But even the strongest must be cautious, lest their love for another blinds them to danger. The one you protect would not wish to see you harmed.”

𖧧 He’d also empathize with the loneliness that might come with your bond or dual nature. “I know what it is to feel out of place,” he’d say softly. “To walk among those who cannot truly understand what lies in your heart. But you are not alone, meleth nîn. I see you for who you are, and I think… you are wondrous.”

𖧧 Legolas’ Ongoing Fascination with You. Over time, Legolas would come to admire not just your power, but the person beneath it. He would delight in learning about your experiences and how you view the world from both perspectives. “The trees must speak to you differently when you walk as a dragon,” he’d muse one day, his head tilted thoughtfully. “Do they sing to you, as they do to me? Or do they fall silent in awe?”

𖧧 His natural sense of wonder and curiosity would make him an eager companion, always asking questions and marveling at your abilities. However, he’d also recognize when you needed space, giving you the freedom to retreat when the weight of your dual nature grew heavy.

𖧧 Whenever you transformed into your dragon form, Legolas would watch with unrestrained awe, his eyes alight with admiration. “It is as if the stars themselves lent you their power,” he’d say softly, his voice tinged with reverence. “You are magnificent, meleth nîn. Do not let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise.”

𖧧 And if anyone dared to question or challenge your bond with your dragon self, Legolas would step forward without hesitation, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his knife. “You may not understand,” he’d say calmly, his blue eyes glinting with steely resolve. “But that does not give you the right to judge. Their bond is a gift, not a curse.”

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Legolas’ Growing Bond with You

𖧧 When Legolas first learns that you are bonded with a dragon—or can even transform into one—his reaction would be a mixture of awe and curiosity, but not quite the cautious, composed nature of his father, Thranduil. He is still an elf, with all the wisdom and grace of his kind, but his approach is more gentle, more open-hearted, and full of genuine intrigue.

𖧧 If he first meets you in your dragon form, his reaction would be one of a quiet kind of reverence. He may not immediately speak, but his gaze would be wide, tracing every scale, every movement, with deep fascination. “By the Valar, such a being,” he might whisper under his breath, though his voice would lack fear. For Legolas, dragons are powerful creatures, and the sight of you in your true form would remind him of the ancient forces that shaped Middle-earth. Yet, his sense of awe would not diminish the warmth of his heart toward you.

𖧧 “I never thought I would live to see a dragon in this age,” he might say, his voice both calm and intrigued. “But if you are as magnificent in heart as you are in body, I can see why fate has brought you here.” Unlike the cautious stance of others, Legolas would not shy away, but approach with a calm and sincere curiosity.

𖧧 When Legolas learns you are bonded with the dragon, his wonder grows. He would view the bond between you and the creature as something akin to the bond elves share with nature, an understanding that transcends mere words. He would be fascinated by the depths of loyalty and protection between you two, though it would tug at something within him, too—an unspoken desire to know that kind of loyalty himself.

𖧧 yet, as an elf who has seen the destructive potential of both power and loyalty, Legolas might also voice a concern, albeit gently. “Be careful, Mellon nîn,” he would say with a soft but earnest edge to his words. “There is a fine line between strength and recklessness. Even a dragon must be tempered with wisdom.” He would be concerned not because he doubts your intentions, but because of how fiercely you protect your dragon side or companion.

𖧧 Despite his occasional caution, Legolas would quickly come to value your protection not just of the dragon but of those you love, including him. It would remind him of his own protective instincts toward his companions, and the fierce loyalty he feels toward those who are dear to him. “It is not just strength that makes one noble,” he would tell you softly, “but the wisdom to wield that strength when it is truly needed.”

𖧧 As the two of you spend more time together, Legolas’ affection toward you would grow in quiet, subtle ways. He might not always express his feelings with grand gestures, but his actions would speak volumes. If he sees you quietly sitting by yourself, he would move to sit beside you, always keeping a respectful distance but close enough that the air between you hums with the warmth of his presence. His touch, when it comes, would be light, a brush of his hand on yours or a fleeting touch of his fingers on your arm.

𖧧 His eyes would often seek yours in moments of silence, a soft smile curling on his lips when your gaze meets his. “I find peace in your company,” he might admit one evening, after hours of walking through the woods or sharing a quiet meal, his words spoken softly but with sincerity.

𖧧 He might also find joy in sharing small moments with you—little things that show his growing affection. If you were to show him something meaningful to you, be it a stone, a flower, or a small trinket from your travels, Legolas would appreciate it deeply, always eager to examine it with you, asking questions, listening intently. “A gift from your homeland?” he might ask, genuinely interested, his voice full of admiration.

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