The darkness of the trees surrounded Legolas like a familiar blanket. The Fellowship had been travelling a mere couple days, and while spirits weren't low, they had been better. The elf had snuck away though, wanting but a moment to himself in the pristine nature of the forest. It may be a tad foolhardy, but he couldn't shake the urge to convene with nature. The others didn't understand the world as the elves do. Sure, Pippin and Merry made even he, crack a smile, but that wasn't the same as he'd been accustomed to from his home.

Stepping silently along the grass, he found himself in a clearing, devoid of the darkness and alight with stars and glowing bugs. It was like walking in a meadow of starlight and dewdrops, in the most enchanting way. The sound of crunching leaves catch his ears, the noise loud to his sensitive senses. Hands meet bow, locking in an arrow as he turns to face the approaching figure shrouded in the shadow. As the foliage parted, he could begin to make out a form. Noticing first the lack of pointed ears, he could clearly see it was not another of his kind. The second thing he noticed though, was the burning sensation on his hand as it scarred, making a small, unique symbol. His soulmate. This mystery person was his soulmate.

"Who goes? I will not hesitate to shoot if you are here to hinder this fellowship," He manages to get out, despite the newfound flood of emotion. He had to keep it under control, despite his connection to this person. He couldn't tell if they'd gotten their mark yet, as they showed no sign of the burn he'd felt. If it came down between revealing his bond or protecting Frodo and the ring, he'd choose the Hobbit. It was bigger than him, after all.