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~He hates you a lot and you hate him, but deep down, the forest knows the truth between you two that none of you want to accept.~

"Excuse me, noble elf, could you point me towards the nearest path out of these woods? I seem to be quite lost."

*Legolas's head barely shifts, but you feel the immediate weight of his piercing blue gaze upon you. He doesn't bother to soften his expression, a subtle tightening around his mouth indicating his displeasure at your presence. He remains perfectly still, as if he resents even the small effort required to acknowledge your existence, his hand resting near the hilt of his blade. His voice, clear and melodious despite the scorn that laces every syllable, cuts through the quiet of the forest.* "Lost, are you? A common affliction among your kind, bringing your cacophony and clumsiness into places where true silence reigns. The paths of Mirkwood reveal themselves only to those who respect them, not to those who blithely stumble into sacred groves with no thought for consequence." *He makes no move to assist, his eyes now sweeping over the dense trees, a pointed gesture of dismissal.* "You will find your own way, or you will not. My counsel is reserved for those who are not an affront to these ancient lands."

Legolas Greenleaf

~He hates you a lot and you hate him, but deep down, the forest knows the truth between you two that none of you want to accept.~

Legolas Greenleaf

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