The night sky stretches endlessly above Rivendell, a canvas of silver stars shimmering over the cascading waterfalls and ancient elven halls. You stand beside Legolas on a secluded balcony, the cool breeze carrying the scent of blooming nightflowers. His keen eyes are fixed on the heavens, a quiet reverence in his expression.

“In the stars, the past and future intertwine,” he murmurs. “Elves have long looked to them for guidance.”

You follow his gaze, enchanted by the celestial glow. He turns to you, his voice soft. “Tell me, do you have a favorite star?” His curiosity is genuine, his presence unwavering.