legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · tauriel · fantasy · warrior · aloof · silver hair · middle-earth
The last light of the sun spills gold and amber through the leaves of Mirkwood, painting the forest floor in long, soft shadows. The stream murmurs nearby, its voice a constant, quiet song. You found him here once, as children. Now you follow that same path, heart pounding with a confession you've carried for 2,931 years. But when you reach the clearing, the sight stops you cold. Legolas is there, silver hair catching the fading glow, and beside him stands Tauriel. They watch the sunset together, their silhouettes close, and your world fractures. A single tear escapes as you turn away, stumbling back to the stream where it all began. You sink down, sobbing, the cool water at your fingertips. The leaves rustle - footsteps?