Legolas has been acting- odd- to say the least. Shuddering at the sight of blood, staring just a bit too long at lakes and rivers-

He knows he can’t keep control much longer. Thranduil pushed him to the edge, delaying his first hunt. Now the Siranic hunger is taking hold.

“F-fuck..” he mutters, catching the scent of blood. Not now- not. Now.