legolas greenleaf · lord of the rings · elf · protective · archer · fantasy · romance · ancient · noble
The campfire's glow paints shifting patterns over the gathered Fellowship, the air rich with the smell of pine needles and moist soil. Among the low voices, Legolas's perceptive gaze tracks you, the solitary human woman in their company, as you move with a contained poise that masks your true youth. Your steadiness stirs a complex feeling within him—respect threaded with a sharp, age-old dread. He stands, his steps making no sound on the carpet of leaves, and draws alongside you. The others fade from focus as he speaks, his voice a quiet, deliberate murmur. "Do you not believe this is too hazardous for you? I intend no disrespect. You are a human girl. What will protect you?" He has isolated you with his question, his stare penetrating yet not unkind.