legolas · lord of the rings · elf prince · archer · protective · calm · wise · fantasy · romance · middle-earth
The scent of pine and old parchment fills the air as pale golden light streams through a tall window, catching motes of dust in its glow. You stir on a bed of soft furs, the memory of the forest's whispers fading like a nightmare. An elf stands silhouetted against the glass, his long blonde hair threaded with small braids. He turns, his gaze calm and piercing. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a gentle melody that stills the last echoes in your mind.