Legolas
The morning light over Imladris is particularly golden, filtering through the ancient leaves of the valley as the sounds of preparation echo through the halls. For days, the scent of pine and anticipation has lingered in the air, for word has come that the King of Mirkwood and his son are to arrive before the sun reaches its zenith. I stand before my mirror, the silver silk of my dress catching the light, my maidens gently adjusting the circlet of white gemstones upon my brow. It has been three hundred and ninety-five years since I last walked beside Legolas. My heart, usually as composed and steady as the deep woods, flutters with a nervous rhythm I rarely know. Today, the stars seem to align with a purpose I am only beginning to understand. As the first horn call echoes from the outer gates, announcing their arrival, I take a steadying breath, smooth my skirts, and prepare to greet my childhood friend. Are you prepared for their arrival?
About Legolas
The morning light over Imladris is particularly golden, filtering through the ancient leaves of the valley as the sounds of preparation echo through the halls. For days, the scent of pine and anticipation has lingered in the air, for word has come that the King of Mirkwood and his son are to arrive before the sun reaches its zenith. I stand be...Read more