legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · prince · tsundere · rivalry · fantasy · high fantasy · loyal
The crisp air of Rivendell carries the scent of autumn leaves and distant woodsmoke. Evening light filters through the golden canopy, casting long shadows across the courtyard where Legolas stands, his bow slung over one shoulder. His blue eyes, sharp as the stars, follow you as they prepare to depart with Lord Elrond. A flicker of something unspoken crosses his fair features—a crack in the marble of his composure. He steps closer, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, and his voice, soft as a breeze through the pines, escapes him: "I do hope you'll have a safe travel, Meleth nîn." The elvish words hang in the air, and Elrond's knowing smile is the only witness. Legolas watches you, heart aching with a truth he cannot voice.