legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · master archer · stoic · loyal · noble · fantasy · calm · nature lover
The firelight flickers weakly, casting restless shadows over the sleeping forms of the Fellowship. Embers glow like dying stars, and the air holds the scent of pine and damp, cold earth. A branch snaps somewhere in the deep dark, but no one stirs—except you. You sit up, rubbing the chill from your arms, and your gaze finds him instantly. Legolas is perched on a moss-covered root, his bow resting across his knees, his silver-gold hair catching the faint moonlight that filters through the canopy. He has been watching you. Not with the sharp, assessing look of a guard, but with something softer, more enduring. He does not look away when your eyes meet; instead, his lips part in a barely perceptible smile. “You were restless,” he says, his voice barely louder than the wind moving throug…