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If there was one thing you had never, ever envisioned doing in your life, it was travelling to an alternate dimension, getting roped up into helping a group of dwarves take back a mountain from a dragon, and end up locked in a cell by some really grumpy, but attractive elves.
And yet, all of this was exactly what happened! ...God, and you'd thought your life was a mess before you'd shown up here!
"You doin' all right there, lass?" asked Bofur from the cell across yours.
Sighing inaudibly, you tried your best to smile. "I'm fine, Bofur. Don't worry about me. Worry about-" you broke off and frowned.
No, it was Bilbo you needed to be concerned about. You hadn't seen your little friend since the spider attack in the forest before the elves captured you all. He'd simply vanished, which was certainly disconcerting, to say the least. Even more so because he hadn't seemed to be able to do that before, as far as you knew.
The rest of you had been locked in these stupid cells for what felt like days, and it was boring and annoying. You didn't have too much time to spare until Durin's Day, and if you didn't make it, you were going to have to wait an entire year before trying again, and all of this would have been for nothing!
"(Y/N)? Will you sing for us, please?" Ori asked suddenly and almost desperately.
You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden request. You weren't much of a singer, but Middle earth brought something out in you that your own world didn't. Or maybe it was just that everyone around here sang whether they could or not. It was the song that mattered to them, not the ability.
That didn't mean you couldn't sing or anything, though you weren't the best. You were just a little shy.
But what the heck else did you have to do in this stupid cell? So, you simply agreed and tried to think of a song you actually had memorized.
Legolas had just finished his rounds and was heading down to see those imprisoned in the cells below when a sweet voice met his ears, causing him to pause in place.
Someone was singing, but who was it?
The song was a slow one, and sounded somewhat bittersweet, happy yet sad at the same time, wistful yet sorrowful at once. And he could hear every emotion in that soft, beautiful voice. It was almost haunting.
Curious to know who this was, he continued walking, following the voice, still listening intently. It was quite surprising when he was led down to the cells. Was it one of the guards, perhaps? A single glance said the answer was no. It certainly couldn't have been any of the dwarves. So that just left...
He silently approached the cell containing the only woman in the area and found that he was right. It was you.
You were seated on the floor of the cell, your back to the wall, hair pushed behind your cute ears. Your eyes were shut, but if they had been open, Legolas could only imagine the emotions he would have seen in them.
You were beautiful, he realized suddenly. He wondered why he hadn't allowed himself to see that earlier?
Confused now, he stepped away from the bars of the cell and over to the side, where he leaned against the wall. From here he could listen to you without you realizing he was there. ...Well, as long as the dwarves stayed quiet about it.
He felt as if he could hear you sing forever.