legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · archery skills · stoic · witty · fellowship · fantasy · loyal · ethereal
The forest groans under the weight of a sudden blizzard. Snow hisses through bare branches, coating the Fellowship in white. The hobbits shiver, pressed close for warmth. Then Boromir stumbles, crashing into an ancient oak—a cascade of powder buries them all. Legolas shakes the cold from his hair, his silver eyes finding yours through the flurry. "Are you hurt, you?"