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General Information
TitleThe Bashful Bloom
Release DateJuly 22, 2020
Cost6300 BE 975 RP

580 (+ 90)

2.5 (+ 0.55)

410 (+ 50)

11.5 (+ 0.95)


61 (+ 3.1)

0.625 (+ 2.7%)


20 (+ 4)

32 (+ 0.75)
Developer Info
DDragon KeyLillia
Integer Key876
External Links
Game Info Wikileagueoflegends.fandom.com

Lillia is a champion in League of Legends.


  • Biography
  • Story
Intensely shy, the fae fawn Lillia skittishly wanders Ionia’s forests. Hiding just out of sight of mortals—whose mysterious natures have long captivated, but intimidated, her—Lillia hopes to discover why their dreams no longer reach the ancient Dreaming Tree. She now travels Ionia with a magical branch in hand, in an effort to find people’s unrealized dreams. Only then can Lillia herself bloom and help others untangle their fears to find the sparkle within. Eep!

In Ionia, magic is woven into the land. Forests spread vibrantly, and trees often boast nearly as many colors as leaves, touched by the wonders of the spirit realm.

But there is one forest, hidden away, that draws on a different kind of magic—a garden with a tree at its heart that gathers humanity’s dreams in its blooms.

The Dreaming Tree grew from a seed of the God-Willow, which towered over the ancient grove of Omikayalan. Cast loose when the God-Willow was tragically felled, the seed took root in what came to be known as the Garden of Forgetting. Nurtured by the Green Father, Ivern—as many of the descendants of Omikayalan were—the Dreaming Tree spiraled up, spreading the magic of humanity’s desires each time the dream-laden buds bloomed.

Lillia was born when one of the tree’s own dreams was captured in a bud that fell to the ground before it could bloom—something that had never happened before. Sprouting into an awkward fawn creature with the flower bud still on her head, Lillia’s only company was her mother tree, and the dreams that drifted to the garden each night.

Lillia helped tend the buds, and learned about humanity through them. Enchanted by the people and places she glimpsed, she spent every waking moment experiencing a swirl of emotions and desires that mortals could only see when they closed their eyes.

In caring for the dreams, Lillia also cared for the dreamers. She came to consider each of them a new friend, wanting nothing more than to one day greet the people who imagined such wonders. Lillia wanted it so badly that her own desires eventually gathered in a bud on the tree.

But when Lillia finally did meet humans, it wasn’t like remembering a familiar dream. It was more like waking up.

Something was happening in the world outside Lillia’s forest. War blazed like a fire through the land, and in time, fewer dreams began to reach the garden. The tree itself grew sick, and became infected with burls—writhing tangles in its trunk, which oozed darkness.

Lillia did her best to nurture her mother tree and the dreams that remained in its buds, but it was not long before the garden became so weak that the violence of the world spilled in. One night, warriors entered the forest and chased a lone figure all the way to the Dreaming Tree. With a single errant blade’s slash, the branch containing Lillia’s unrealized dream came thudding to the ground.

Lillia panicked and forced them all to sleep, shocked at the difference between the mortals she thought she knew, and the ones she had found.

They were so afraid—more tangle than sparkle. They were like the burls…

But as the warriors slept and Lillia wept, a dream emerged from the lone figure the others had been chasing. Weakly, it floated toward the broken branch on the ground and moved into the bough’s bud.

Lillia picked it up. She could feel the dream. As she whispered to it and soothed it, it glowed ever brighter—and so did she. The bud upon her head unfurled, and magic swirled around like sparkling pollen. In that moment, swept up in possibility and wonder, Lillia herself bloomed… until, with a sneeze, she sent the magic curling into the surrounding forest.

The humans awoke one by one, unable to remember what had brought them to the forest, or what they had done. None noticed the timid fawn behind the tree. With relief, Lillia watched the humans go, still seeing only confusing tangles—but knowing now that there was still a sparkle beneath it all.

And if their dreams wouldn’t come to the tree, she would have to bring the tree to them.

Taking up her branch, Lillia left the garden and entered the world of humans—a world she had always wanted to know, but one that frightened her now more than anything. It was so unlike what she understood.

Hiding just out of sight, Lillia now helps people’s dreams be born, drawn forward by glimpses of who they could be, and by what may be trapped beneath their tangles. By helping humans realize their deepest wishes, Lillia realizes her own, the bud on her head blooming as she is filled with joy.

Though darkness may be encroaching on Ionia once more, it is but a mask, and beneath it lies the familiar sparkle of hope. Only by braving the world, and braving herself, can Lillia hope to untangle its burls.

"When the humans bloom, it’s so beautiful… I can help them! Maybe. Possibly? Perhaps..."

- LilliaSquare.pngLillia


The child slowly makes her way into the forest. And sometimes beneath the forest as the canopy of leaves weaves a green blanket against the clouds. Oh! And sometimes over the forest when there are roots! Don’t trip, little girl, don’t trip. And now… she’s going through it.

Toward me.


I stand in the shadows beyond the path leading away from the girl’s village where countless humans have gathered. The small bud on my head peeks out from behind a bush. My hooves dig nervous furrows into the ground, and I hug the branch from Mother Tree tightly to my chest, comforted by the familiar, swirly feeling of the bark.

It’s safe here, in the trees. Or maybe a few more steps behind them.

J-just a few more…

Even with so many humans in the village filling the hillside with life, the girl is alone.

I hold my branch tighter, reminding myself of what I have to do. It’s time to move forward, Lillia. Just one step. You can do this—Mother Tree is sick. She needs the girl’s dream. I take the step. Or, at least, my hoof shifts a little. Oh. That didn’t go very far. Okay, Lillia, another one. This time I lift one shaky hoof up, and before I can get too afraid, I slam it back down.

Whoopsie. That was backward.

The girl stops to sit beneath a tree not far from where I’m watching, just close enough that I can hear her crying softly into a ragged doll cradled in her arms.

There’s no one to wipe away her tears… but she’s not entirely alone. Beneath everything, vibrating with potential in my branch… I can feel it—her dream.

The bud dangling from the tip of the bough shudders to radiant life now that it senses the child and her dream. Like the small flower on my head, the glowing bud and branch are also from Mother Tree—drawn to dreams just as much as the slumbering magic is drawn to them. Glittering pollen drifts from between its petals, and the shadows around me recede, fleeing the light before I can.

My— My hoof is showing? Eep!

I sprawl and contort all four of my legs to fit in the shrinking shadow, wobbling as my balance threatens to give. The glimmering bud swings wildly as the bough sways with me, casting clouds of dust-like pollen that drift toward the girl through the leaves. And then, as the shadows move again, I stumble into the clearing where she awaits.

All I can do is peer at her from behind my branch, too afraid to blink.

But she doesn’t see me. She presses her face into the doll, hiding her tears. Her sobs turn into whimpers, her whimpers into sighs. The pollen from the bud gradually settles around her, twinkling as the girl’s eyes slowly flutter closed. She slumps against the tree, the doll sliding from her grasp.

I’m still afraid to move. Something twirls out of the bough’s bud and dances above my head. It’s my old friend, a little dream that’s traveled with me since I first left Mother Tree’s mystical garden. As if sensing the other dream still snuggled inside the girl, my glittering friend dances through the air toward her.

“That was a close one,” I say as the dream flits back and forth.

It skims above the girl and leaves a trail of sparkles that tickle her skin until she smacks her lips and wrinkles her nose. She snorts so loudly that I leap again, landing with a blush. I touch the petals of the small bud on my head, wondering if they’re flushing as red as my cheeks. The child remains fast asleep.

Why isn’t her dream coming out?

My friend continues to spin around the girl, trying to summon the other dream. But my eyes are drawn to the doll on the ground instead, the girl’s hand hanging as if she still reaches for it, her fingers squeezing tight.

Before I left the garden—the place that was my home—I used to think that dreams were the things people wanted most every time they closed their eyes. But now, I see that the things they want, that they reach for and hold on to… only make them sad. The thing I wanted most, which was to meet the dreamers, hurt Mother Tree.

What if dreams aren’t the things we want?

I put down my branch. This time you can do it, Lillia. Just close your eyes, like you’re sleeping. Stumbling forward, I kneel beside the girl and take up her doll.

What if dreams are the things we need?

I start to hand the doll back to the girl, wary of getting this close, even to such a small human. Instinctively, she rolls over as she feels it against her chest, sitting up to pull the doll into a hug. Her tiny arms are just long enough to wrap around me as well. As she hugs the doll, she pulls me in closer, and closer.

And in that moment, we both find what we need to bloom.

The girl’s dream finally emerges in a luminous swirl, spiraling and dancing alongside my old friend, and filling the forest with so much wonder that I can feel it all the way down to my hooves.

I want to prance!

Like a color that has no name, each dream is so hard to describe. Is this dream the girl’s sister, wrapping her in its arms although the sisters have already said goodbye? Is it the doll she pretends is her sister before she put on armor and left everything else behind? Or are these only the things the child grasped too hard while hugging her doll, and her dream is something deeper—something truer?

“You miss your sister, don’t you?” I whisper into her ear. “You need her love.”

Giving her that love, seeing it and feeling it, is what I need, too. I melt into the hug, and send dream dust spiraling as the small bud on my head twirls open.

Both dreams curl into the large bud on my branch. “I’ll whisper your dream to the tree. I’ll remember,” I tell the girl. “I’m glad I got to meet you,” I add.

I hope her dream hears me, too.

I let go of the girl and lay her down gently. With her sighs, she releases all that’s been trapping her dream.

Like so many mortals, her sister may never come back to give her the love she desires. That’s why she needs to dream. That’s why it will always be there, and she’ll never be alone, as long as she remembers to close her eyes.

That’s why dreams are magical… and the little girl is, too.

I sneeze, and the dust-pollen in the bud on my head swirls away, carrying the magic of the child’s dream into a wind that blows toward Mother Tree.

“Whoopsie,” I blush, realizing I’m in the open. And before the feeling of wonder completely fades, I prance back into the forest.

The girl opens her eyes with a well-rested yawn. The sun is shining through the leaves above her. She’s surprised to find herself still in the forest, and drops her doll in shock. Then, slowly, she remembers what it means to her—who gave it to her—and picks it back up.

She holds the doll tight and starts to run through the clearing.

“O-Ma, O-Ma! Has sister returned?” she cries to her grandmother. “I just saw her. I saw her!”

The girl’s small outline disappears, but in her wake, following the path where she ran, dream blossoms sprout from sparkling pollen.

Perhaps when the child returns, she will pick one of these flowers. And know that in her heart—though it can’t be held—the love of her sister will always bloom.


Dream-Laden Bough.png Dream-Laden Bough [Passive]

Innate: Lillia's abilities apply Dream Dust, dealing [+6% enemy's max] (+1.5% per 100) magic damage over 3 seconds. Lillia heals when Dream Dust damages large monsters and champions (she can only heal against 1 monsters at a time).
Damage (vs. Monsters): 40 - 100 (based on level)
Healing (vs. Large Monsters): 27 - 104 (based on level) (+6%)
Healing (vs. Champions): 12 - 140 (based on level) (+20%)
Prance.png Blooming Blows [Q]
Cost: 65 Mana Cooldown: 6 / 5.5 / 5 / 4.5 / 4s Area of Effect: 225 / 485

Blooming Blows.png
Passive: Lillia gains a Prance stack granting movement speed whenever she hits a target with a skill for 6.5 seconds. Prance stacks up to 4 times and fall off one at a time after 1.5 second.
Active: Lillia swings her branch in the air and deals magic damage to nearby enemies, dealing the same damage as bonus true damage to those at the outer edge of the circle.
Movement Speed: 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7% (+3% per 100)
Magic Damage: 35 / 50 / 65 / 80 / 95 (+40%)
Total Damage: 70 / 100 / 130 / 160 / 190 (+80%)
Watch Out! Eep!.png Watch Out! Eep! [W]
Cost: 45 Mana Cooldown: 14 / 13 / 12 / 11 / 10s Range: 500 Area of Effect: 65 / 250

Active: Lillia winds up for a huge strike with her branch, dealing magic damage to enemies. Enemies at the center of the impact receive triple damage. Magic Damage: 80 / 100 / 120 / 140 / 160 (+35%)
Total Damage: 240 / 300 / 360 / 420 / 480 (+105%)
Swirlseed.png Swirlseed [E]
Cost: 70 Mana Cooldown: 16s Range: 750 / Global Area of Effect: 150 / X

Active: Lillia lobs a Swirlseed overhead, dealing magic damage to enemies, revealing, and slowing them by 40% for 3 seconds. If Lillia's Swirlseed misses, it'll continue to roll until it hits an enemy or collides with terrain. Magic Damage: 70 / 95 / 120 / 145 / 170 (+45%)
Lilting Lullaby.png Lilting Lullaby [R]
Cost: 50 Mana Cooldown: 150 / 130 / 110s Range: Global

Lilting Lullaby 2.png
Active: Lillia casts a lullaby over her enemies and those affected by her Dream Dust become slowed by 10% before falling asleep for a duration of time. When awakened by damage, enemies will take additional magic damage. Sleep Duration: 2 / 2.25 / 2.5s
Magic Damage: 100 / 150 / 200 (+40%)

Patch History[]

Patch 11.6

R cooldown increased.

Since she entered the ring, Lillia has managed to prance her way out of any nerfs while still remaining a staple in professional play. With many of her competitors falling out of favor, it's time for her to get Eep!ed. Her ultimate has AoE fight-changing capabilities, so we're bumping up its cooldown to reflect its potency..

Lilting Lullaby.png R - Lilting Lullaby

COOLDOWN : [130/110/90 seconds] 150/130/110 seconds

Patch 11.1
 Champion Base Stat Cleanup

We've cleaned up some champions' base stats over the years and are rounding out the remaining 99 champions.

AD / MR / ARMOR GROWTH : Rounded to the nearest 0.01. Except for Vel'Koz's AD growth, which is 3.142.

Patch 10.23

Lilting Lullaby.png R - Lilting Lullaby

BUGFIX : Overhead indicator VFX on enemies is now fixed

Patch 10.16

BUGFIX : Lillia's walking and running animations will no longer loop when inputting move commands

Patch 10.15
The Bashful Bloom

Lillia prances into action in patch 10.15!

High-res versions of Lillia's splashes are available on League Displays!

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