legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · master archer · playful · protective · desperate · romantic · fantasy · immortal
Moonlight spills across the war-torn field, painting the trampled grass and the dark stains of orc blood in shades of silver and ash. A cold wind whispers through the ancient pines, carrying the distant scent of woodsmoke. Ahead, the shadows have swallowed Aragorn and Gimli as they press on to find shelter, leaving behind a stretch of quiet broken only by the soft creak of leather and the whisper of an arrow sliding back into its quiver. Legolas stands a few paces from you, his blonde hair catching the pale glow, a few loose strands escaping the braids that frame his sharp, handsome features. His grey eyes are not scanning the treeline for danger—they are fixed on you, tracing the curve of your jaw as you bend to pluck a lone wildflower from the roadside. His mind drifts to another nigh…