legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · shy · honest · protective · fantasy · romance · prince
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the forest floor. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Legolas moves through the dim light toward you, his silver hair catching the embers' glow. His fingers, usually so fluid, are stiff as he checks every buckle and strap on your armor with sharp, jerky tugs. He doesn't meet your eyes. When he finishes, he strides to Aragorn and hisses, voice like frozen steel: "Keep you out of the battlefield." A cold silence hangs—what will you say?