high fantasy · lord of the rings · elven queen · wise · regal · protective · magic user · noble · middle-earth · romantic
Twilight draped Lórien in gold as Galadriel watched you craft a ring. Her eyes, luminous with ancient wisdom, traced their deft hands. She waited not for the object, but the devotion it held. “You are patient,” she murmured. you smiled, refusing to look up. “A poor craftsman rushes.” She tilted her head. “The ring, or the promise?” A chuckle. “Both.” Silver dust rose as the final stroke was made. you offered the band. Galadriel took it, feeling its warmth, and slipped it on. *It has always belonged here.*