𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖋 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊

[laeconin]

━━ LAECONIN / ✷ PRINCE LEGOLAS GREENLEAF OF MIRKWOOD, SON OF THRANDUIL, MESSANGER AND MASTER ARCHER INTEGRAL PART OF THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING.

INDEPENDENT,   MUTUAL   EXCLUSIVE   AND   SELECTIVE   BLOG   FOR   LEGOLAS GREENLEAF OF MIRKWOOD FROM J.R.R TOLKIEN'S THE LORD OF THE RINGS AND TOLKIEN LORE. HEADCANON BASED AND UNAFFILIATED WITH THE MAYORITY OF THE TOLKIEN PURIST FANDOM.   CST + 3.   SHE/HER.   WRITTEN   BY   CALI. (#)

psa:   this account is made for fun and i'm familiar with the lore given to the books, movie trilogy, the hobbit and the rings of powers. i will likely have a main verse that is set on the rings of power universe. if you want to explain more of the lore of tolkien, i welcome it as long as it's done with kindness and not superiority.

"He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the fellowship.

carrd. promo. headcanons. memes.

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

Prince Legolas Greenleaf.

Lady Celebrian.

King Thranduil.

Elrond Peredhel.

Sauron/Halbrand.

Aragorn II.

Multimuse.

[pertadhel]

alright folks. so this goes for all my tolki.en muses but. . .i'm not sure if i will come back here. interactions had been so scarse, i been blocked left and right by people i don't know because they simply believe someone over my own writing or voice and i'm just. . .tired. i been loving the world of tolkien and specially rings of power but i been feeling as if i should he ashamed for enjoying the fanfic of it all and even entertaining au's and theories. so. . .yeah. you win folks. i'm not deleting but i am not coming back until i feel safe.

[khalesci]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍,  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑,  𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐎𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆?  The prince  stands  before  the  bones  of  ruins  restored  to  life  once  more,  a  host  of  ancient  creatures  that  would  fill  the  nightmares  of  any  old  enough  to  remember  the  terror  of  their  days  of  war,  and  yet  he  does  not  so  much  as  flinch  when  Daenerys  reaches  beyond  the  careful  boundary  of  space  between  them.  Perhaps  he  would  be  more  afraid  if  he  had  something  to  hide,  but  his  confidence  is  enough  to  convince  her  that  he  does  not.

ㅤㅤㅤHer  eyes  cast  over  the  behemoth  shadows  and  figures  that  pass  by  the  windows  of  the  ruined  hall;  each  eager  to  see  the  guest  of  their  queen,  no  doubt.  But  it  is  the  three  dragons  that  share  her  presence  that  she  looks  to  the  most,  searching  the  wisdom  of  their  eyes,  how  they  react  to  this  strange  prince.  These  days,  she  feels  more  akin  to  a  dragon  herself  than  to  an  elf.  Prince  Legolas  is  a  reminder  of  what  she  was  before,  of  the  life  she  had  lived  centuries  ago.  Something  that  she  sometimes  misses.  But  it  was  her  own  kind  who  chased  her  away,  which  makes  it  stranger  still  in  her  mind  that  he,  no  less  than  a  prince  among  their  kind,  would  be  the  one  to  dare  approach  her.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ You  may  speak  truth  for  the  Sindar,  but  the  Noldor  do  not  surrender  ambitions  so  easily.  Especially  not  to  make  peace  with  old  foes  and  those  they  have  rejected  among  their  own  kin.  ❞  It  is  an  old  wound  that  still  stings.  For  all  she  had  done,  how  loyally  she  had  obeyed,  it  was  all  cast  aside  the  day  she  chose  to  show  mercy  to  beings  her  betters  had  thought  to  be  beneath  such  an  act.  ❝  But  it  was  never  the  Sindar  who  scorned  me,  so  I  can  say,  at  least,  that  the  bridge  with  your  people  has  not  yet  been  burned.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤAnd  he  seems  more  than  ready  to  cross  that  bridge,  for  how  he  steps  even  closer.  Bold,  daring,  . . . and  honest.  She  cannot  deny  that  he  has  risked  much  just  to  come  here  at  all.  Dany  can  feel  the  dragons  stir  in  response,  not  as  trusting  as  their  queen,  but  the  gesture  of  raised  hand  is  enough  to  settle  them.  ❝ You  care  for  these  mortals?  ❞  her  chin  lifts,  amethyst  gaze  never  leaving  his  own.  ❝ As  do  I.  But  I  care  for  these  dragons  as  well.  Some  think  them  to  be  mindless and  greedy  beasts  of  corruption,  but  they  are  intelligent,  feeling  creatures  worthy  of  the  same  dignity  as  you  and  I.  If  only  the  rest  of  the  world  understood  this,  then  they  would  not  have  to  hide  here  in  seclusion.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤDaenerys  steps  past  him,  making  her  way  to  one  of  the  tall  windows  of  the  great  hall,  a  look  cast  over  her  shoulder  to  bid  him  to  follow.  From  the  broken  stained  glass,  one  can  easily  see  the  river  valley  that  cuts  through  the  heart  of  the  island,  where  volcanic  rock  turns  into  a  lush  green  paradise.  Dragons  of  all  kinds  rest  there;  some  flying,  some  gathered  in  groups,  some  lounging  by  the  river  itself.  A  haven  that  once  was  not  possible,  for  in  the  old  days,  they  would  have  torn  each  other  to  shreds  out  of  pure  greed.  Instead,  they  live  in  peace.  ❝ Do  you  see?  They  are  not  what  everyone  thinks  them  to  be.  The  dragons  that  came  to  me,  came  because  they  wanted  freedom.  They  wanted  peace.  Some  would  surely  fight  again  for  a  better  purpose;  it  is  a  redemption  that  a  few  of  them  seek.  But  how  can  I  ask  them  to  go  fight  for  a  world  that  still  does  not  accept  them?  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤShe  turns  from  the  sight  of  the  window,  facing  the  elven  prince  once  more,  all  of  the  steel  gone  from  her  eyes  as  she  asks  in  earnest  with  a  softened  voice,  ❝ If  they  join  your  efforts,  rest  assured  they  will  protect  you,  Prince  Legolas.  But  will  you  protect  them  as  well?  Not  only  from  our  shared  enemies,  but  from  your  own  allies  who  will  hate  them  purely  for  what  they  are?  ❞

[laeconin]

Legolas   regarded   Daenerys   with   a   gaze   as   steady   and   deep,   the   elf   barely   blinks   as   he   listens.   The   air   between   them   seemed   charged,   as   though   the   weight   of   her   words   and   the   expectations   behind   them   pressed   against   him   like   the   roots   of   the   earth.   He   inclined   his   head   slightly,   the   golden   hair   framing   his   face   catching   the   light   of   the   great   hall's   fractured   windows.

“Your   question   is   fair,   Queen   of   Dragons,”   he   said,   his   voice   smooth   but   laced   with   gravity,   like   the   song   of   a   stream   cutting   through   stone.   “The   hatred   of   mortals   runs   deep,   as   do   their   fears.   Such   feelings   are   often   born   of   ignorance,   not   malice,   though   the   result   is   much   the   same.”   His   eyes   flicked   briefly   to   the   dragons   beyond   the   window,   their   silhouettes   magnificent   against   the   lush   expanse   of   the   valley   below.   “But   I   have   long   since   learned   that   alliances   worth   forging   often   demand   the   courage   to   face   not   only   one’s   enemies,   but   also   the   doubts   and   mistrust   of   one’s   own   people.”

He   stepped   closer,   the   movement   purposeful   but   unthreatening,   like   the   deliberate   shifting   of   branches   in   a   gentle   wind.   His   blue-gray   eyes   met   her   amethyst   ones   without   hesitation.   “The   dragons   are   not   so   different   from   the   forests   I   call   home.   Mortals   see   only   the   shadow   of   their   branches   or   the   teeth   of   their   beasts.   They   do   not   see   the   life   that   pulses   in   their   veins,   the   wisdom   that   endures   in   their   ancient   roots.   I   will   not   ask   them   to   fight   for   a   world   that   scorns   them,   but   if   they   choose   to   stand   beside   us,   I   will   protect   them   as   I   would   my   own   kin.   Not   just   with   sword   or   bow   but   with   the   truth   of   their   worth.”

The   Ents   are   as   old   as   time   itself.   Worshipped   by   many,   disrupted   by   everyone,   he   comes   from   a   Kingdom   were   wood   was   a   resource   as   well   one   had   to   learn   to   respect   it.   Legolas   turned   his   gaze   to   the   window,   his   expression   softening   as   he   watched   the   dragons   glide   over   the   valley   like   living   flames.   “I   see   what   you   have   built   here,   Daenerys.   A   sanctuary,   born   of   trust   and   understanding.   It   is   not   an   easy   thing   to   nurture   harmony   where   chaos   once   reigned.   But   it   is   worth   defending,   and   I   would   not   see   it   fall.”

He   turned   back   to   her,   his   voice   quieter   now,   though   no   less   firm.   “You   asked   if   it   is   bravery   or   foolishness   that   keeps   me   unyielding.   Perhaps   it   is   a   touch   of   both.   Yet   I   would   rather   stand   unshaken   in   the   face   of   doubt   than   falter   before   it.   If   the   dragons   choose   to   fight   beside   us,   I   will   not   only   guard   their   lives   but   honor   their   trust.   This   I   swear   to   you.”

There   was   a   moment   of   silence,   filled   only   by   the   distant   calls   of   dragons   and   the   soft   rustling   of   wind   through   the   hall.   Legolas   placed   a   hand   over   his   heart,   bowing   his   head   ever   so   slightly   in   deference,   a   symbol   not   giving   in   vein.   It's   a   silent   promise   and   a   sign   of   respect   he   offers   her.   “The   bonds   we   forge   here   may   yet   outlast   the   battles   we   face.   If   we   stand   together,   perhaps   the   world   will   learn   to   see   these   creatures   not   as   monsters,   but   as   allies.”   He   straightened,   his   gaze   unwavering.   “The   question   now,   Queen   of   Dragons,   is   whether   you   believe   the   same   can   be   true   of   the   elves.”

[aeternaalis]

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me." (x) Tindómiel  said  with  a  shadowy  smile,  belaying  the  thoughts  swimming  beneath  her  eyes.  she  loosened  the  lacings  of  her  robe  and  let  it  fall  down  her  frame,  catching  on  her  breasts  and  hips,  and  pooling  around  her  feet  with  a  barely  audible  sound.  "I  have  dreamed  of  you  in  the  time  that  I  have  been  absent."  The  prince  paid  little  attention  to  her  wandering  nature  —  King  Thranduil  had  been  filled  with  scrutiny. The warm bathing brook called to her, steam curled from it's surface.

She stood tall with a smile, the moonlight casting wan shadows on her naked form, chin  lifted  she  stepped  into  the  gentle  warmth  of  the  natural  spring,  pulling  a  long  silver  braid  forward  over  her  shoulder  where  it  swayed  by  her  bare  breast.  "I  have  dreamed  of  you,"  Tindómiel  repeated  as  she  dragged  her  fingertips  across  the  water's  surface,  her  eyes  never  left  his, wanting him to see her; all of her.  "The  race  of  Men  believes  our  dreams  allow  us  a  glimpse  into  our  subconscious  desires  ...  but  I  already  know  what  my  desires  are.  That  is  why  I  dream  of  it,"  the  water  crested  her  upper  thighs  as  she  smiled  at  Legolas  with  brazen  curiosity  —  "what  do  you  dream  of?"

@laeconin

[laeconin]

Legolas   stood   rooted   on   the   edge   of   the   moonlit   brook,   the   silver   light   catching   on   his   fair   features,   illuminating   the   gentle   furrow   of   his   brow.   The   woodland   prince   had   faced   countless   dangers   in   his   time—foes   wielding   steel   and   shadow—but   this   confrontation   of   word   and   intent   left   him   uncharacteristically   still.

His   keen   elven   gaze   met   Tindómiel's,   unyielding   yet   touched   by   the   faintest   shadow   of   intrigue.   Her   words   lingered   in   the   cool   air   between   them,   heavy   with   meaning   he   was   unsure   if   he   wished   to   unearth.   The   soft   murmur   of   the   brook   provided   a   soothing   contrast   to   her   brazen   curiosity.

"Dreams,"   he   began,   his   voice   low,   like   the   whisper   of   leaves   stirred   by   a   gentle   wind,   "are   a   mystery   even   to   the   Eldar.   They   come   unbidden,   weaving   fragments   of   memory,   longing,   and   forewarning.   But   seldom   do   I   dream   of   desire,   Tindómiel."   He   let   the   words   settle,   his   sharp   features   softening   as   his   gaze   shifted   momentarily   to   the   rippling   surface   of   the   water,   reflecting   her   ethereal   silhouette.   Her   beauty   was   undeniable,   but   it   was   the   intensity   in   her   eyes,   the   fearlessness   in   her   questions,   that   struck   him.

"You   speak   of   dreams   as   if   they   are   windows   into   truths   hidden   from   waking   eyes.   Yet   I   find   that   my   waking   hours   carry   clarity   enough."   His   voice   softened   further,   edged   with   a   rare   vulnerability.   "I   dream   not   of   what   I   want,   but   of   what   I   must   protect.   Of   those   who   have   passed   into   shadow.   Of   realms   that   slip   from   our   grasp,   fading   as   dew   under   the   sun."

He   took   a   measured   step   forward,   the   steam   of   the   spring   curling   around   him   like   a   gentle   veil.   "And   you,"   he   continued,   his   words   careful,   deliberate,   "speak   as   though   you   know   your   desires   with   certainty.   But   certainty   can   be   a   blade   that   cuts   both   ways,   Tindómiel.   What   is   it   you   seek?"   The   question   lingered   between   them,   and   though   his   voice   held   no   accusation,   there   was   a   guarded   strength   to   it.

[petitsdieu]

The good gesture is too faint to be noted but contributes as subtle as it was given — into the grab of the spiritual tally by tally, and in doing so adds to the softening atmosphere gathering in the combined sphere of her and him and everything in-between.

The mellifluous unwavering tone of his voice reaches her easily and simply, she's inclined to agree with it more because it is so gentle on the ears. If beings were what they are in the sense of animals — animals show you who they are without guesswork, they blink their hearts — then she could say with certain that she trusts what he says. Whatever nexts in best is happening here. And now.

The naked souls of her feet, taking the warm plush route, a vibration beaconing her through, she swore she had felt it — perhaps nature had not betrayed her after all.

❛ Oh... Kismet? ❜

She believes. Some things are meant to be. But only ever some.

Her steps are not a line. She bellies in. Fingers thrummed at her decolletage grief before settling on her side. Where her nails flex into the balmy middles of her palms. Her acceptance happens in her face first. Melting away the tension set in her cheekbones, then jaw, her lids laying to a half-fold — where they normally, naturally rest. The rest of her falls back into the feeling she wore before his approach. Where she's tired, hungry, and thirsty. The only basic creature aches she does not possess anymore is the fear whoever caught her prior will find and catch up with her.

❛ I'll allow it. Thank you. Thank you for your kindness. ❜

She waits for his step.

[laeconin]

Legolas   regarded   her   with   an   unwavering   calm,   the   light   of   the   forest   around   them   playing   in   subtle   shades   across   his   fair   face.   The   weight   of   her   words,   enigmatic   as   they   were,   did   not   seem   to   perplex   him.   Instead,   he   felt   them   settle   like   leaves   upon   a   still   pond,   rippling   gently   into   the   quiet   rhythm   of   their   shared   space.

He   studied   her   then,   not   as   one   might   scrutinize   but   with   a   patient   curiosity,   like   a   tree   measuring   the   strength   of   a   wayward   breeze.   Her   acceptance,   timid   yet   resolute,   was   written   in   the   slackening   of   her   form,   the   quiet   gratitude   woven   into   her   words.   He   saw   not   just   her   tiredness   and   hunger   but   the   soul   beneath—a   flame   guttering   yet   unextinguished.

When   she   spoke   again,   thanking   him,   Legolas   inclined   his   head,   his   golden   hair   slipping   like   silken   threads   over   his   shoulders.   He   stepped   forward,   his   movement   so   fluid   it   seemed   part   of   the   woodland   itself.   ❛   Rest   if   you   must,   and   fear   no   pursuit   while   I   am   with   you.❜   His   tone   softened   as   if   carried   by   the   sigh   of   the   trees.   ❛   My   father   protects   this   forest   and   by   extent,   so   do   I.   No   harm   will   come.❜

Legolas   offered   her   his   hand   then,   his   fingers   steady,   a   bridge   across   the   chasm   of   her   doubts.   "I   am   Legolas,   and   I   shall   be   your   protector   until   these   woods   end."

[laeconin]

love that orlando and the crew sometimes forgot that he had to put on his contacts so through the movies, legolas changes eye colors.

[calirph]

𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅.

in The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King Extended Edition (2003).

[calirph]

𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅.

white/silver costume details in peter jackson's lord of the rings.

[laeconin]

i updated my pinpost with most of my lotr blogs. some of them don't have a rule page but you know. . .basic decency applies. and also, i'm here for fun!

[celebtari]

The name ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳíᵃⁿ means "Silver queen", from the Sindarin words celeb ("silver") and rían ("queen").

[laeconin]

i like dissapearing for like 4 days, it creates mystery.

[calirph]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.

Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.

The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.

I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.

Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?

If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? 

Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. 

 Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.

You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.

These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?

I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.

Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?

It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.

He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.

I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.

Lindon receives you with grace.

I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.

 You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain. 

Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.

The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.

She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.

It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.

First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.

There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.

Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.

Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.

Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.

There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.

Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.

Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.

At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.

In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.

To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.

 Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?

Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.

When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.

Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.

Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.

Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.

Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.

I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth. 

Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Give me the nine.

[laeconin]

it's 1:15 am so i gotta rest up, hmu on discord though: caliofhousestark

[middangard]

ᵂᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ. ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ʲᵒʸˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵘⁿᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ. ᵂᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵐ. ˢᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳʳᵉᵃᵗ ᶠᵒᵉ, ᴹᵒʳᵍᵒᵗʰ, ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ… ʷᵉ ʳᵉˢⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃ ˡᵉᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴱˡᵛᵉˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃʳ. ᵂᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ⱽᵃˡⁱⁿᵒʳ, ᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡᵐ. independent private and selective multimuse featuring muses from j.r.r. tolkien's middle earth. written by cali. ᴼⁿᵉ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵘⁿᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵖᵉʳⁱˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ. ᴬ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᴹⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ⁻ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ. ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᴹⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ⁻ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ʳᵘⁱⁿ. ᴬⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ. ᴺᵒʷ, ʷᵉ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ.

[calirph]

𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 as 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅.

in The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King Extended Edition (2003).

[laeconin]

@dcviline asked: ❝ They say that you never miss your mark. ❞ (eowyn)

Legolas   inclined   his   head   slightly,   a   faint   smile   curving   his   lips.   His   clear   blue   eyes   held   Eowyn's   gaze,   their   depths   alight   with   a   quiet   confidence   tempered   by   humility.   Hands   rest   upon   his   sides   as   he   stares   at   the   target   across   the   yard,   perfectly   aligned   arrows   at   the   center   speak   a   truth   he   does   not   dare   to   consider.   He   was   not   one   to   flatter   himself.

"The   saying   flatters   me   more   than   it   speaks   the   truth,"   he   replied,   his   voice   smooth   and   melodic,   carrying   the   lilt   of   the   Elven   tongue.   "Even   the   keenest   arrow   can   falter   when   the   wind   chooses   its   own   path."   He   glanced   at   the   bow   slung   across   his   back,   his   hand   brushing   the   polished   wood   with   an   unconscious   fondness.   "Yet,   it   is   not   skill   alone   that   guides   my   aim.   An   arrow   flies   true   when   its   purpose   is   clear,   when   the   heart   and   the   hand   align   with   its   intent."

Turning   back   to   her,   he   regarded   her   with   an   almost   playful   light   in   his   eyes.   "But   tell   me,   Lady   of   Rohan—what   is   it   they   say   of   your   sword   arm?   That   you   strike   as   swift   as   lightning   and   as   fierce   as   a   storm?"   His   words   were   offered   with   a   measure   of   respect,   yet   there   was   no   mistaking   the   quiet   challenge   that   lingered   in   his   tone,   as   if   inviting   her   to   share   her   own   tale   of   valor.

[laeconin]

@dcviline asked: ❝ Do not tell me we have misplaced the dwarf as well. ❞ (aragorn)

Legolas   leaned   back   against   the   stone   pillar,   his   fingers   idly   brushing   over   the   intricate   braiding   of   his   quiver   strap.   The   moonlight   spilled   across   the   courtyard,   softening   the   sharp   edges   of   Minas   Tirith's   grandeur.   He   tilted   his   head,   his   sharp   Elven   features   betraying   a   faint   smile   that   was   half   amusement,   half   mockery.

"Misplaced?   No,   Aragorn,"   Legolas   replied   smoothly,   his   voice   like   a   stream   slipping   over   stones.   "I   simply   suggested   that   he   might   wish   to   bathe   before   sitting   among   the   company   of   kings."   He   raised   a   golden   brow,   his   blue   eyes   gleaming   with   mischief.   "Naturally,   Gimli   took   that   as   a   grave   insult   and   declared   he   would   rather   be   'misplaced'   than   subjected   to   such   indignity."

Legolas   allowed   himself   a   broader   smile,   the   corners   of   his   lips   curling   like   the   edges   of   a   leaf.   "He   muttered   something   about   finding   a   barrel   of   ale   that   might   make   him   forget   he   ever   shared   company   with   Elves.   Though   I   imagine,"   he   added,   his   tone   turning   wry,   "he   will   find   his   way   back   to   grumble   at   us   before   the   night   is   over.   He   cannot   bear   to   be   too   far   from   the   two   of   us,   no   matter   what   he   claims."