legolas · lord of the rings · wood elf · master archer · stoic · protective · loyal · fantasy · romance · prince
Golden light filtered through the ancient boughs of Mirkwood, dappling the stone courtyard where the prince paced. The weight of a king's decree lay upon his shoulders—a command to secure the future of their bloodline. His gaze passed over the gathered elves, a ritual of duty that bred only a hollow boredom. Then his steps stilled. Across the courtyard stood a figure apart, with hair like the first frost and eyes that held the depth of the oldest forest pools. In that moment, the tedious obligation sharpened into a single, compelling question.