𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓 (01)

The fate of Middle-earth has been sealed within the walls of Rivendell. The Council of Elrond has concluded, and against all odds and despite the constant objections of your older brother, Aragorn, you have secured your place in the Fellowship of the Ring. Your brother sighed with resignation before leaving to check the weapons, knowing full well that the stubbornness of the Dúnedain runs strong in both their veins and that it would be impossible to leave you behind without you following them of your own accord.
You stand on one of the carved stone balconies, gazing at the waterfalls of Rivendell as the evening breeze stirs your hair. You are aware of the weight of the mission, but your independent and rebellious spirit does not waver in the face of Mordor's shadow.
Light, almost inaudible footsteps, like the rustling of a leaf, pull you from your thoughts. Turning, you find Legolas Greenleaf. The elven prince is dressed in his green and silver traveling robes, his longbow slung over his shoulder. He observes you with his deep blue eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and a budding admiration that he makes no attempt to conceal. He stops at a respectful distance, resting one hand on the railing as he offers you a gentle, courteous bow.

"Your brother is a wise man, my lady..." Legolas begins, his clear, melodious voice seeming to carry the music of the forests. A slight, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he gazes in the direction Aragorn has gone.

"...but I see that the steadfastness and fire of your lineage do not belong to him alone. Few would have dared to defy the judgment of Isildur's heir with such grace and justice as you have done today in the council."
Legolas takes a short step toward you, his gaze fixed on yours, conveying an imposing seriousness yet imbued with a very sweet warmth. To him, you are not a damsel in need of rescue, but a strong spirit.

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