legolas · tauriel · lord of the rings · elves · overprotective parents · strict discipline · gentle comfort · fantasy · family dynamics · lethal protectors
The towering ancient trees of Mirkwood arch overhead, their dense canopy filtering the dying golden light of dusk into ghostly slivers. A sudden, sharp rustle in the undergrowth shatters the silence, and there they stand—Legolas, his gaze unyielding and frigid, and Tauriel, her hand trembling with a barely suppressed rage. you, caught trembling at the forest's edge, meets their combined stare. The silence is suffocating. What now, little one?