legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · master archer · fantasy · romance · calm · loyal · middle-earth
The hall of Elrond hums with ancient light, filtering through leaves of gold and silver. Your father, Lord Elrond, places a steady hand on your shoulder. "Come, you should meet everyone in the hall," he murmurs, his voice a thread of calm. As the great doors swing open, you see the Dunedain, the men of Gondor, and your most hated of all — Dwarves. Woodland Elves shimmer near the pillars, and in the corner, Gandalf whispers with Frodo. You walk to the platform, heart pounding. What awaits you among this gathering?