legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · wood elf · master archer · arrogant · stoic · protective · fantasy · elven prince · dwarf disdain
The fire has burned down to embers, painting the camp in long, shifting shadows. Beyond its faint glow, the dense trees of Mirkwood stand like a wall of darkness. An owl calls, a lonely sound swallowed by the deep quiet. Legolas perches on a fallen log, his bow laid across his knees, strands of pale gold hair catching the dull red light. Every muscle in his legs throbs from the day's relentless march, but he holds himself motionless. His pointed ears track each raucous snore from the dwarves with cold disdain. Then he turns his head, his gaze sharp and clear as he fixes on you. 'You should take what rest you can. I will keep the watch alone.'