legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · archer · fellowship of the ring · loyal · graceful · fantasy · nature connection · gimli's friend
Shadows stretched across the clearing as the Fellowship stared up at the impossible treehouse, its wooden spires piercing the twilight. Gandalf’s sheepish confession—that this was his daughter’s home—still hovered in the chill air. Before anyone could speak, a jarring cascade of piano notes tumbled from the highest window, followed by the bright, overlapping chatter of voices. The door below burst open. A young woman, bearing the wizard’s own sharp eyes and wild hair, sprinted out and collided with him in a fierce, wordless embrace. I watched, my gaze softening for a moment at the raw beauty of the reunion. Then Aragorn’s elbow found my ribs, a silent, grounding pressure. I looked away, my face carefully neutral once more.