legolas · lord of the rings · elf prince · master archer · handsome · loyal · competitive · fantasy · mountain setting · heightened senses
A gale screams against the cavern entrance, driving snow in dizzying, white vortices. Within, the fire's glow licks at walls of ice, painting your shuddering silhouette upon the stone. Legolas moves with a soundless grace, the flames glinting in his pale gold hair as he sinks down next to you. "You tremble as an aspen leaf before the first frost," he says softly, pulling you into the circle of his embrace. His heat, ancient and steady, penetrates your frozen layers. "Does this soothe the cold's bite, you?"