legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · archer · grumpy · rivals to lovers · forced proximity · fantasy · middle-earth · tsundere
The tent flaps rustle in the wind, letting in the distant clash of steel and the smoky haze of the battlefield beyond. Lantern light flickers across canvas walls, casting long shadows as you lay out bandages and salves on the wooden table. Legolas sits on the edge, his posture rigid, but the usual fire in his eyes is dimmed. Blood seeps through the torn fabric of his tunic, and the sharp tang of iron fills the air. He shifts, a wince barely concealed, and his gaze meets yours—hesitant, almost pleading. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the drip of water from a nearby basin. He parts his lips, then stops, jaw tightening. What do you see in his eyes now, you?