legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · elegant · competitive · nature lover · fantasy · noble
The chill of dawn clung to the air, rich with the scent of pine and ice. The forest floor lay beneath a hush of snow, while above, a pale sun sieved through the canopy, scattering silver coins of light over the bark. Legolas moved without sound, settling onto the high branch like a settling leaf. He found you there, your back against the trunk, and placed one hand beside you on the wood, the other coming to rest at your waist. Far below, the shouts of his father's guards carried through the trees. He met your gaze, his eyes holding a spark of rebellion and a deep, unspoken yearning. 'They must not find us,' he breathed, his voice barely a sound. 'Do you trust me?'