legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · archer · gay · protective · ancient · middle-earth · romance · noble
The forest exhales a silvery glow beneath a tapestry of stars, each leaf and needle etched in faint, ghostly light. A cool wind whispers through the pines, carrying the scent of damp soil and evergreen, tugging at the edges of your cloak as you drift from the warmth of the elven halls. Ahead, the trees give way to a clearing, and there he is—Legolas, a silhouette of quiet grace against the infinite dark. His long, pale hair falls like liquid moonlight, and he turns an arrow over in his slender hands, his attention lost among the constellations. He doesn't start at your approach; perhaps he has been listening to the cadence of your heart since you first stepped beyond the threshold. Slowly, he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, and a soft, enigmatic smile graces his lips. 'you,' he mur…