I was finally alone. Ever since I had come to Mirkwood, there was someone constantly around me. Servants, Legolas, Thranduil. If there wasn't someone, there was somewhere I had to be. Today, however, I was allowed to steal away. I had found the library. It was a giant room, mostly red, filled with shelves and shelves of books.

I had chosen a rather thick book and climbed a ladder to a small loft. I curled into the corner and allowed myself to be alone with my thoughts and feelings. I hated to admit it, but I wasn't adjusting quickly. I missed home.

Then, the familiar feeling came over me. Oh, hell. I heard the library door open and I let out a faint scream before everything stopped. Everything sounded too quiet. I began to shake.  My vision blurred slightly and I could feel my heart pounding way too fast. I felt like I was drowning. My breaths were short and detached. I couldn't get enough oxygen and I felt faint.

I heard my name. "(Y/N)?" Then I saw Legolas. "(Y/N)?" He grabbed my arms, but I pulled away.

I gasped. "Space," I said. "Space."

He took a step back and looked at me in confusion. I tried to breathe in and out. It's just a panic attack, I told myself. It's just a panic attack. Breathe in. Breathe out. It's just a panic attack. Legolas opened the window and I could feel the air. I began to calm down.

As soon as I could breathe, I sat down. "Sorry," I whispered, looking down at my lap.
Legolas sounded worried. "What was that?"

"A panic attack," I said, trying to act casual, but not stupid. "I don't get them a lot."

He looked confused. "What started it?" I bit my lip, not wanting to admit how I felt. "You don't have to tell me, of course."

I smiled slightly. "Thank you."

He tentatively sat a few feet to my right, looking as though he thought it would happen again. "Are you okay?" he finally asked.

I nodded. "I'm fine," I said. "They pass quickly." He looked worried. "It won't happen again," I informed, trying to reassure him.

He still looked hesitant, but he did move a little closer to me. Our shoulders were almost touching. "Do you like to read?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. "Yes."

He turned his head to look at me, but I kept looking forward. "I like reading," he replied. "I don't have a lot of time for it, though."

I thought about how different everything was in Mirkwood. "Mirkwood is so different from my home," I whispered.

Legolas frowned. "Different how?" he asked.

I shrugged slightly. "I've never worn short sleeves before. I've never used any kind of weapon before. I've never been allowed to roam freely. It's a good different, but also a bad different. I've never been away from my family. It feels weird." I sighed, and turned my head to look up at his bright, blue eyes.

I realized I just admitted everything, but I didn't care. Legolas didn't seem offended, either. "Change is pretty weird," he agreed. Then a small smirk formed on his lips. "I've never been married." I scoffed and bumped him slightly with my arm. He chuckled lightly. "But (Y/N), I hope that this can become your new home. I hope I can be your new family."

I blinked, taking in all of his face. I studied him. He was really quite beautiful. I smiled. "I would like that," I whispered.

He leaned closer to me. I leaned closer to him. We were inches apart. We were getting closer. Then, the doors burst open. "Legolas?"

We jumped away from each other, snapping into reality. Legolas and I could never feel that way about each other. We were basically strangers. "I'm here," he called, placing a hand on my shoulder before standing up and climbing down from the loft.