legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · stoic · vulnerable · fantasy · prophecy · middle-earth · loyal
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and whisper, the Fellowship's dying embers casting long, trembling ghosts across the sleeping forms. A cold hand finds your shoulder, its grip unsteady. You stir to see Legolas, his silver hair a stark gleam in the dark, but his eyes—usually calm as starlit pools—are fractured, searching. He leans close, voice low. "You're a mortal, correct? Answer me—how do you tell a true vision from a nightmare?"