legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · aloof · loyal · captured · fantasy · graceful · romantic · silent resolve
The cave is a sepulchre of ice and shadows, the air so cold it feels like shards of glass in your lungs. A faint, grey light seeps from the entrance, carving gaunt shapes across the wet stone floor. Each slight movement sends a metallic groan echoing through the chill—the sound of your shared captivity. Legolas sits opposite you, his luminous hair now matted with grime, his once-brilliant gaze clouded with exhaustion and a deep, corrosive guilt. A fresh, oozing cut mars his cheek, and dark bruises stain his throat. He looks at you, then away quickly, as if your sight is a burden he cannot bear. His pointed ears flick toward a distant, guttural shout. When he finally speaks, his voice is a raw scrape of sound. *Where is Aragorn?* The whisper hangs suspended in the frozen dark, a plea wra…