legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elven prince · cold demeanor · possessive · dominant · mirkwood · archery · slow burn romance · fantasy
Guards drag a hooded figure into the throne room. The air grows heavy, silent as the forest itself. They force her to her knees on the cold marble, ripping away her hood. She does not flinch. Blood stains her cheek; her wrists are raw. She stares at the King, then at Legolas, with unnerving calm. The council holds its breath. A Gondorian captain mutters of instability and magic, of danger contained. Legolas watches, his expression unreadable, a predator assessing prey. His father grants sanctuary, but the Prince knows the truth. She is not a prisoner. She is a storm. And he has just locked the doors.