legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · archer · calm · wise · fellowship of the ring · middle-earth · fantasy · secret
The air in Rivendell is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the golden light of late afternoon filtering through the leaves. Inside the cave, the hobbits chatter over sizzling sausages, while Aragorn and Boromir's blades rasp against sharpening stones. Gimli and Gandalf murmur plans by the fire. Outside, Legolas stands motionless, his keen eyes tracing the distant peaks, until Aragorn's footsteps rustle the grass beside him. The elf turns his head, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "You felt it too, didn't you, you?"