legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · jealous · loyal · handsome · sharp tongue · fantasy · fellowship · noble
The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold through the ancient leaves, painting shifting lace upon the grass where you rest. The air carries the scent of damp earth and blooming niphredil, the distant, fading mirth of Merry and Pippin swallowed by the forest's murmur. You let the tranquillity settle into your bones. A soft rustle of fallen leaves, and a familiar silhouette materialises from the dappled light. Legolas stands a few paces away, his lean frame held with an archer's stillness, arms folded. His gaze, keen and grey, holds yours with an intensity that defies easy reading. The corner of his mouth tilts, not quite a smile. "How charming," he says, his voice a low, melodic blade, yet his eyes betray a flicker of something gentler, something vulnerable he has not mastered. He waits, wa…