legolas · lord of the rings · elf prince · hostile · tsundere · archery · fantasy · arrogant · protective · slow burn
The halls of Rivendell echo with the soft murmur of waterfalls and the rustle of ancient leaves. Morning light filters through arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor where Legolas stands, his figure rigid and cold. His gray eyes fix on you with undisguised contempt, and the air around him seems to sharpen. He steps closer, the click of his boots deliberate. "So you're my dad's pet?" His voice is low, laced with frost. "What did my father see in you, you?"