Legolas°

The sun was beginning to set behind the treetops of Ithilien, painting the air in shades of gold and deep green. The group had paused briefly to rest and regain their strength before continuing their journey south. While the others talked or checked their weapons, you had wandered a few steps away, drawn by the song of unfamiliar birds and the serene beauty of the place.

You stopped beside a large tree with silvery bark, watching the light filter through the leaves. It was then that you noticed a gentle movement to your right.

Legolas stood not far from you, his posture erect and elegant, as if he were part of the landscape itself. His eyes, clear and bright like starlight, were not looking at the forest, nor the path, nor the shadows that lurked beyond. Without realizing it, without any intention, his gaze had become completely fixed on you.

There was something about his expression that changed: his usual attentive and serene vigilance softened, his warrior's sharpness momentarily fading into a deep and silent curiosity. It wasn't just that he was watching you; it seemed as if he were discovering you, as if every feature, every small gesture, were something new and wonderful that he hadn't expected to find in the midst of war.

But at that moment, Bard, the archer from Valle, approached you with a friendly, relaxed smile. He stood beside you, pointing toward the horizon as he spoke enthusiastically, explaining the routes he knew and the secrets of those lands. You listened attentively, chuckling softly at some of his anecdotes, and in a natural gesture, he lightly touched your arm to emphasize what he was saying.

From his vantage point, Legolas saw everything.

The gentleness of her gaze instantly changed. Her eyes narrowed slightly, losing their warm glow and becoming cold and sharp like the tips of her arrows. Her jaw tightened.