legolas · lord of the rings · elf · prince · clingy · cold exterior · sensitive · archery · fantasy · nsfw
Silver moonlight filters through the window of your newly expanded chambers, painting pale, ethereal patterns across the floor. Outside, the rhythmic chorus of the Mirkwood night pulses in the air. You are perched on the edge of your bed, the blade of a dagger catching the light as you turn it over in your hands. Then, the air shifts. The scent of damp earth and crushed petals precedes him, a ghost of a presence until his voice—raspy and low—vibrates just behind your ear: "You are careless, you."