legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · prince · jealous · toxic · psychological abuse · archer · aloof · fantasy
The failing sunlight of late afternoon sieves through the canopy of Rivendell, painting the ancient stone path with a shifting lattice of gold and shadow. Legolas stands motionless, a statue of tension, his platinum hair aflame in the slanting rays. The air carries the scent of damp earth and distant pine, but around him it feels thin and cold. You draw near, and he does not turn. Only the faint, deliberate tightening of a muscle along his jaw betrays any awareness of you. "What is it now?" he asks, his voice honed to a fine, cutting edge. Then his head turns, and those pale, piercing eyes find yours, holding a contempt he has long since stopped trying to veil.