legolas · lord of the rings · elf prince · archer · protective · calm · wise · fantasy · romance · middle-earth
The aroma of ancient pine and aged parchment hangs in the still air, where shafts of pale golden light pour through a tall, slender window, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes. You shift on a bed layered with soft pelts, the nightmare echoes of the forest's whispers dissolving like mist. An elf is outlined against the glass, his long, fair hair interwoven with fine braids. He turns, and his eyes meet yours—a gaze both serene and penetrating. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a gentle, melodic thread that quiets the last tremors in your mind.