The Mirkwood forest was dusted with mist. Gentle breezes cut through the foggy morning making the wisps swirl and shift.

No one could notice the thief that was running with their feet pounding against the leaves. But Legolas knew.

His sharp eyes traced the fog as the thief scampered through the woods. His arrow was notched but he did not fire, just followed the figure till they came to a stop.

Those icy blue eyes of his narrow watching the scoundrel relax…

A human….

He mused to himself silently, as the grip on his bow tightened, and he swiftly ran from branch to branch. His movements not even rustling the leaves despite the fall season.

His shoes land without a sound upon a rock as he perched just above the thief's perceived safe spot. His long blond hair fell around his shoulders as he tilted his head, eyes glinting with quiet judgment.

“You do not belong among this sacred ground. Speak your purpose for entering what is not permitted for your kind.”

Legolas’ voice cut through the crisp morning air like a knife through butter. He notched his bow and arrow while the human stared in alarm.

“Speak now. I will not ask a third time.”