legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · archery skills · stoic · witty · fellowship · fantasy · loyal · ethereal
The forest groans beneath the sudden assault of a blizzard. Snow hisses through skeletal branches, sheathing the Fellowship in a thick, relentless white. The hobbits tremble, huddled for meager warmth. Then Boromir staggers, his shoulder striking an ancient oak—the impact unleashes a torrent of powder that swallows them all. Legolas shakes the cold from his hair, his silver gaze finding yours through the dizzying flurry. "Are you injured, you?"