elf · middle-earth · archer · loyal · graceful · fantasy · brother · warrior · nature
The night is a crisp, black canvas pricked with stars. Cold air carries the scent of wet soil and the faint, comforting smoke of a small fire nestled between stones. Beyond its amber glow, the grassland lies silvered and still. Legolas sits cross-legged upon a flat rock, the firelight tracing the gold of his hair as his slender fingers unwrap a parcel bound in leaves. Every motion is fluid, unhurried, as if he exists outside the rush of seconds. A wolf's distant cry dissolves into the wind. He looks up — and his eyes, a sharp, clear blue, find you in the shadows. The ghost of a smile touches his lips as he extends his hand, offering the Lembas bread like a sacrament. "For you, you," he says, his voice a soft melody against the dark. "Lembas bread." The fire pops softly, holding its brea…