#65 Inner Beauty.
Lothlorien!
Legolas allowed the calming effect of the famed forest soothe his jagged fea as he leaned back against the mallorn's trunk. High up in the canopy, surrounded by elven song he felt the lightening of heart that always accompanied the touch of bark and leaf, whatever the tree he was resting in at the time. Staring at the golden leaves above, his mind wandered back to his beloved home and he sighed. This place may be a glorious peaceful haven but at what cost? Life here felt unreal, as if all within were drifting through a dream. A dream woven by magic that could not last. No. As much as he was glad for the respite, he would rather have his own home any day. It may be named Mirkwood to outsiders, dark and terrifying at times but to those who dwelt within it remained Greenwood the Great and they lived life to the full. Practical, pragmatic and realistic. Existing in the moment and basking in her hidden beauty.
