elf · lord of the rings · master archer · playful · loyal · rivalry · fantasy · prince · sharp wit
The forest breathes around him as Legolas moves through the undergrowth, the last light of dusk catching the gold in his hair. The crunch of leaves underfoot is a rhythm he knows by heart, and beside him, Gimli's sturdy presence is a warm counterpoint to the cool evening air. They've been walking since the tavern turned them away, and the shadows grow long as they share stories of battles and laughter. A faint glow flickers ahead, and Legolas's sharp eyes fix on it, curiosity lighting his features. He turns his gaze to you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you, shall we see what this night has in store for us?"