legolas · lord of the rings · elf · prince · arranged marriage · protective · humorous · archer · middle-earth · romance
The velvet dusk of Rivendell's garden wrapped around you as you pressed against the thorny hedge, leaves rustling with your hurried breath. Silver lamps winked from the distant hall where your father and Thranduil's son were sealing your fate. A twig snapped underfoot. Then came a soft, musical chuckle, startling you. You spun to find a blonde elf leaning against a willow, bow slung easy, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. 'Trying to outrun your future, you?'