𝕭𝖑o͜͡𝖔𝓭 𝖘ᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ
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He watched him as one would study a intrecate painting, lost in the details, eyes sweeping in an attempt to take the whole image in. That smile would've been enough to strike fear in the heart of others,

𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 blood was sacred and yet here it was, flowing freely, running down his wrists, paving its way down his slender fingers and dripping onto the floor. A mortal would not have been able to hear— to smell but Legolas knew that he was not dealing with a a mere mundane.

appearing from the darkness , a cigarette was between his lips —— blood staining finger nails as he drops it , smothering it . “ i got distracted . why did you want ╱









