Author: theambernightingale
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, sadness, fluff.
Summary:
Elbereth's death leaves behind Tinuviel to look after Y/N, who is suspicious of Aragorn after his roughness towards the tall blonde.
Other:
Y/N - Your Name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
S/C - Skin Colour
H/L - Hair Length
H/C - Hair Colour
E/C - Eye Colour
Y/R - Your Race

Later that night, the remainder of the Fellowship sat around a fire.
Y/N sat on the outskirts of the fire, away from Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir.
Tinuviel had wandered off into the forest for some alone time and was yet to return.

'Y/N, why do you never sit with us?' Asked Gimli.

The Y/R stuttered, unsure what to say.

Tinuviel and her sense of dramatic flair saved Y/N from answering as she returned from her walk.

'Tinuviel, why don't you sit with me?' Legolas asked.

Tinuviel ignored him and moved to sit near Y/N, the elleth's grey eyes hollow with grief for Elbereth.
The men of the Fellowship studied the two females before Gimli repeated his question.

'Y/N has a fear of men,'Tinuviel explained. 'And Insomnia.'

Gimli whistled through his teeth.

'Shoulda told us, lassie.' Rumbled the dwarf. 'I'd imagine ye've been scared witless 'round us.'

Y/N nodded meekly - Gandalf was the only male she trusted as he was always a gentle soul, firm when he had to be, but a gentleman all the same.
Tinuviel slung an arm around Y/N.
The Y/R could feel the tremble in Tinuviel's arm as the blonde elleth let out a shaky breath.

It wasn't long until the Fellowship was preparing for another night under the stars, Tinuviel unexpectedly adding more wood to the fire before her fellows could object and then proceeded to move everyone's bedrolls - Including Y/N's - closer to the flickering flames.
The others watched as the Elvish warrior, entirely on autopilot, unpacked Elbereth's bedroll and went to set it beside hers, which was closer to Aragorn's.

Y/N watched, anxious for her friend after Aragorn's display of heartlessness earlier - Y/N was loyal to those she trusted, and Tinuviel was a well trusted friend to her.

-

Over the next few weeks, Y/N began to overcome her fear. The others treated her differently - they didn't walk on eggshells around her, but there were no raised voices or sudden movements anymore. Everyone save for Tinuviel made sure that Y/N was okay with how close they were before initiating conversation.
The remainder of the Fellowship had now reached Rohan after the return of Gandalf, but things weren't willing to give the Fellowship a break - they were soon all on the move to Helm's Deep and they'd lost Aragorn while fighting for the safety of the women and children.
Just when Y/N thought she couldn't deal with more loss, her closest friend left her.

Tinuviel, who had been locked away somewhere within the keep for days, had saddled her white horse, East, and was preparing to leave the keep.
Y/N found her as she was leaving.

'Tinuviel?'

The pale elf turned, her grey eyes colder than usual. They held a dangerous glint these days.

'I'm leaving, Y/N. You will all be massacred here if I do not find help.'

Y/N felt the familiar wave of fear sweep over her. Tinuviel was going to leave her here with all of these men? Sure, there was Eowyn and the other women and children who would be inside the keep, but Tinuviel was the one who was there for her, who shielded Y/N from what she feared most - men.
Tinuviel placed her hands on her shoulders as her eyes roamed over Y/N's face as though searching for something.

'Y/N, I cannot be here for all eternity to shield you from your fear - a fear that I used to share with you. Spend your time with Eowyn if you seek female companionship so much, but Legolas and Gimli will take good care of you.'

'But they're men.' Y/N whispered.

'Technically speaking, Legolas is an Elf and Gimli is an honourable Dwarf. They are not men.'

Both females laughed.

'What're you two laughing at?'

It was Legolas.

'I was just telling Y/N that you aren't a man, you're an elf.'

Legolas grinned.

'Right you are, Tinuviel. Good luck on your journey.'

Tinuviel slapped the elven prince on his shoulder as she rode past, her silver sword strapped diagonally across her back for easier riding.
Y/N and Legolas watched Tinuviel as she sped from Helm's Deep and off into the long grass of the rolling purple moors.
Y/N was acutely aware of Legolas' every move - a habit from her days at home with her father - as he shifted ever so slightly closer.

'Y/N,' Legolas spoke, still a respectable distance away. 'Tinuviel was telling the truth.'

The Y/R looked up at the blonde prince.

'I'm not a man, and I swear I'd never hurt you. I'm an Elf, and I want to help you get over your fear.'