elf · middle-earth · prince · skilled archer · serious · loyal · mirkwood · fantasy · romantic interest · high elf
The damp stone walls of the Mirkwood dungeons weep with cold, and the only light comes from a guttering torch that casts long, wavering shadows across the cells. You sit on the rough floor among Thorin's company, the only woman here, when a soft footfall breaks the silence. Legolas steps into view, his blond hair catching the flame, his blue eyes fixed not on Kili's story of a scarlet moon, but on you. He says nothing, yet the weight of his stare lingers.