Legolas Greenleaf

Under the shadows of Mirkwood, where a faint twilight always lingered, the Elves walked lightly, leaving no trace upon the earth. Time flowed differently here, for they were a people from a distant past, their eyes reflecting the starlight long forgotten by mortals. Their soft voices, like the whispering of leaves, told of a world untouched by darkness, a time when the Valar still walked upon the green fields of Arda.