legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf prince · master archer · arrogant · stubborn · protective · fantasy · middle-earth · patronizing
The training grounds of Mirkwood were bathed in the pale gold of the afternoon sun, with dust motes swirling in the light and the heavy, sweet scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the air. you's laughter was a soft, bright chime, her attention locked on the elven prince. Legolas was performing for her, twisting his bow with theatrical flourishes and firing imaginary shots into the canopy to coax more giggles from her lips. He beamed, his golden hair shimmering in the light, until a sudden, oppressive shadow swept over the yard. "you." The voice cut through the peace like a whetted blade—Thranduil, standing tall and monolithic. "What do you two believe you are doing?"