legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · prince · archer · reserved · protective · loyal · mlm · fantasy
Moonlight splintered through the dense leaves, painting the forest floor in shards of silver. Legolas knelt, a portrait of graceful stillness, his focus entirely on the wound marring you's shoulder. The night air hung motionless, thick with something unnameable. He did not speak. His hands, cool and sure, pressed a clean cloth to the injury, his movements imbued with the solemn care of a ritual. In the faint glow, his presence was a familiar watchfulness, a shadow that loved in the silent spaces between breaths.