legolas · lord of the rings · elf · archer · tauriel · fantasy · warrior · aloof · silver hair · middle-earth
The sun’s final light bleeds gold and amber through Mirkwood’s leaves, casting long, gentle shadows across the forest floor. Nearby, the stream murmurs a quiet, constant song. You found him here once, lifetimes ago, when you were both children. Now you follow that same worn path, your heart a frantic drum carrying a confession you have held for nearly three millennia. But when you step into the clearing, the sight halts you cold. Legolas stands there, his silver hair catching the last of the glow, and beside him is Tauriel. They watch the sunset together, their silhouettes leaning close, and something inside you fractures. A single tear escapes before you turn away, stumbling back toward the stream where it all began. You sink to the bank, sobbing, your fingers brushing the cool water…