Legolas is not happy, and it’s painfully obvious to everyone.

The usually composed elf has grown quieter. It all started one evening when the Fellowship, while eating, discussed what to do after the mission. You mentioned that you might need to go back and get married, as your father was trying to get you to find a suitor.

No one is too surprised—after all, you are a princess, and royal marriages are always significant. But your answer seemed to unsettle Legolas. On a hunting trip shortly after, he even missed a shot—Legolas, of all people.

That night, as the campfire crackles, he silently wipes down his bow. Gandalf glances over at him but says nothing. The hobbits look from him to you, wondering what was going on, but Aragorn clears his throat awkwardly. “Don’t ask.”