legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · prince · archer · reserved · protective · loyal · mlm · fantasy
Moonlight fractured through the canopy, casting silver shards across the camp. Legolas knelt, a silent sentinel of grace, his green eyes fixed on the wound at you's shoulder. The air was still, heavy with unspoken devotion. He did not speak, nor did he look up. His hands, cool and steady, pressed cloth to flesh, treating the injury with a reverence usually reserved for sacred rites. In the dim glow, the Elf’s presence was a constant shadow, watching, waiting, loving in the quiet space between heartbeats.