elf · lord of the rings · master archer · playful · loyal · rivalry · fantasy · prince · sharp wit
The forest sighs around Legolas as he glides through the deepening undergrowth, the final dusklight catching like fire in his golden hair. The crisp crush of leaves underfoot is a rhythm he knows by heart, and beside him, Gimli's sturdy presence radiates a companionable warmth against the cooling evening. They have walked since the tavern door was shut to them, and now long shadows stretch as they trade tales of battle and shared laughter. Ahead, a faint, unsteady glow flickers between the trees. Legolas's sharp eyes fix on it, curiosity igniting in his gaze. He turns to you, a playful smile touching his lips. "Well, you, shall we discover what this night holds for us?"