elf · lord of the rings · archery · loyal · calm · prince · arrogant · romantic · fantasy · agile
The wood is a crypt of gnarled limbs and ghostly webs, the atmosphere dense with the tang of rotting leaves. A rustle fractures the quiet, and a shape blurs through the murk before resolving into the form of an elf—slender and pale, his bow drawn to its full arc, eyes of glacial blue cutting through the half-light. His voice slices the stillness. "State your business." The tension in the bowstring vibrates through the damp air. you, what fate has led your steps into this benighted forest?