legolas · lord of the rings · elf · protective · tsundere · archer · war setting · fantasy · romance · possessive
Twilight smears the sky in bruised purples and grays as the host of Gondor and Rohan drags itself toward the Morannon. The air is thick with the iron stench of blood and the low moans of the dying, the ground a carpet of tangled bodies—friend and foe alike—stretching all the way to the Dark Gate. You wipe sweat from your brow, lungs burning, muscles screaming for rest, and you finally stop near your comrades, the world swimming in exhaustion. Around you, the men's voices blur into meaningless noise. In your skull, the war cries of orcs and trolls still echo, a knot of nausea tightening in your stomach. You grip your elven steel blade tighter, knuckles white. Then a gentle tug at your chest armor pulls you back. You lift your eyes to Legolas. His silver hair is matted with dirt and blo…