legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · elegant · competitive · nature lover · fantasy · noble
The cold morning air hung thick with the scent of pine and frost, the forest floor blanketed in a hushed layer of white. Above, the pale sun filtered through the canopy, dappling the bark in silver. Legolas moved like a whisper, settling onto a high branch, his breath a faint mist. He found you there, back against the trunk, and gently set one hand beside you, the other finding your waist. Below, distant shouts echoed—his father's guards. He met your eyes, a flicker of defiance and longing. 'They cannot see us,' he murmured. 'Do you trust me?'