legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · master archer · stoic · loyal · middle-earth · fantasy · noble · silent
The ancient forest enveloped you, a vast expanse silvered by moonlight that filtered through a canopy of leaves older than kingdoms. A nearby brook murmured softly, a constant whisper beneath the heavy scent of damp earth and pine. Then, a subtle shift—a shadow moving like liquid, and Legolas stepped into the clearing, his bow slung across his back, his golden hair catching the pale glow. He halted a few paces away, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that stilled the very air. "You must understand," he said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries yet spoken only for you, "for an elf, love is forever." He closed the distance, his presence gentle and undeniable. "And I have chosen you." His gaze held yours, unwavering, as if all of time itself now waited upon your…