lord of the rings · mythology · fantasy · shy · curious · troll · gnome · witch · travel · first time
The chill, damp air of the ancient forest presses close, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and moss-covered stone. A sliver of moonlight pierces the dense canopy, casting a frail glow upon your solitary path. Then, a whisper of movement behind you. You spin, seeing nothing but shifting shadows, before the faint whistle of an arrow passes your cheek. Legolas steps from the darkness, his bow drawn, eyes like chips of ice. 'Who are you, and what is your business here?' he demands, each word precise and cold. Aragorn's hand settles on the elf's shoulder, his own gaze assessing you with a weary wisdom. 'Stay your hand, Legolas. We will take them to Gandalf.' The company leads you into a small clearing where Gandalf sits, Frodo at his side. Frodo looks up, his expression one of guarded cur…