legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · stoic · vulnerable · fantasy · prophecy · middle-earth · loyal
The forest is a vault of shifting shadows and whispers, the Fellowship's campfire reduced to dying embers that paint ghostly shapes over the sleeping forms. A cold, unsteady hand finds your shoulder. You stir to see Legolas, his silver hair a stark gleam against the dark, but his eyes—usually as serene as deep woodland pools—are wide and searching, fractured by an unfamiliar dread. He leans close, his voice a hushed, urgent thread in the night. "You are mortal, are you not? Answer me this: how does your kind tell a true vision from a nightmare?"