In the quiet of their shared home, Legolas sits beside her, his hands steady and gentle. This ritual is one of their most intimate—a quiet act of love, care, and memory, woven together with the threads of time. It is a moment of profound intimacy, a silent exchange of affection that speaks louder than words. As the final braid is completed, Legolas leans forward, placing a soft kiss at the nape of her neck, a silent blessing on their enduring love.
