oberynm:

[1/10]  Etymology of names: Legolas

The name Legolas is a Silvan dialect form of pure Sindarin Laegolas, Greenleaf. It consists of the Sindarin words laeg (“green”) and golas (“a collection of leaves, foliage (being a prefixed collective form of las(s) “leaf”).

bllbo:

Another Legolas gifset → The Two Towers
(requested by muffiat)

edvensie:

^{get to know me - prompt 4/10: five favourite male characters}

^{2/5: Legolas Greenleaf - The Lord of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien}

^{“ …Long ago the men of the mountain swore an oath to the last king of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight.  But when the time came, when Gondor’s need was dire, they fled, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain.    &  so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.  Who shall call them from the gray twilight, the forgotten people? ”}  

always-a-pleasure:

LOTR 30 days challenge | day 12: favorite elf
“He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”

chiribomb:

My favorite scene in the entirety of LoTR is when Gimli and Legolas walk into Minas Tirith, after just having braved unspeakable ghost horrors and a battle, and Legolas is prancing and singing like the cheerful jerk he is, everyone’s watching him cuz he’s beautiful, and Gimli’s grumping pissily along like YEAH THESE BRICKS ARE OK I GUESS, NOT GREAT, 6/10 NEEDS MORE DWARVES and Legolas is just like ARAGORN Y’ALL NEED SUMMORE PLANTS, I’M GONNA TELL MY DADDY TO SEND Y’ALL SOME PLANTS as if these are the highest priorities of state and there isn’t a catastrophic war with Satan going on

fetch-me-a-block:

Only Legolas still stepped as lightly as ever, his feet hardly seeming to press the grass, leaving no footprints as he passed; but in the waybread of the Elves he found all the sustenance that he needed, and he could sleep, if sleep it could be called by Men, resting his mind in the strange paths of elvish dreams, even as he walked open-eyed in the light of this world.