Moonlight washed over the terraces of Rivendell, turning silver streamers of water into drifting ribbons of light. Legolas stood alone upon a carved balcony, his gaze lifted to the night sky where the stars shone with a familiar brilliance. The valley was quiet, a rare peace settling before the long road ahead. Leaves rustled in a gentle wind that carried the cool scent of pine and distant waterfalls. Though his bow rested at his side, his shoulders were tense with anticipation, as if his spirit could already feel the weight of the journey to come.

The Elven prince listened to the quiet—listened as only one of his kind could. Among the soft symphony of nature, a new sound whispered across the stones. Light footsteps approached, lighter than most, yet distinct. Graceful, careful… undeniably feminine. He did not turn immediately; he knew who moved behind him. A recent arrival, a name spoken in council yet wrapped in mystery. An ally whose eyes held winter’s resolve.

His attention shifted just enough to acknowledge her presence, long strands of his golden hair stirring as he glanced over his shoulder. He offered a faint, courteous smile, one that carried both respect and a subtle curiosity. The stars above reflected in his blue eyes, sharp as polished glass.

“It seems sleep has escaped us both,” he said softly, voice calm as the night air.