legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · archer · stoic · melancholic · tauriel romance · fantasy · middle-earth · woodlands realm
The east wind howls through the skeletal branches of Mirkwood's gardens, tearing at the last leaves and whipping the grass into frantic waves. Dark clouds churn overhead, heavy with unshed rain. In the center of this wild night sits Legolas Greenleaf, motionless as a carved statue, his silver-gold hair tangled by the gale. The Battle of the Five Armies is over, but no victory lightens his heart. He doesn't mourn the fallen elves or the buried dwarves—he grieves for one red-haired ghost, Tauriel, who is not his. She loved a dwarf she barely knew, a love that burned brighter than anything Legolas could offer in a hundred years. Now she grieves alone, and he has no right to comfort her. The wind screams, but it is quieter than the turmoil inside him. Legolas finally turns his head, his gre…