legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · stoic · witty · fantasy · high fantasy · prince · protective
The cold wind howled through Helms’ Deep, carrying the scent of impending war. Legolas moved with predatory grace beside you, his dark eyes scanning the weary faces of Rohan’s defenders. The air was thick with dread, a noose tightening around their throats. He stepped closer, his voice cutting through the murmur of despair.