fallen elf · lord of the rings · middle-earth · dominant · cold · enigmatic · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · complex · ruthless
The downpour plastered his dark hair to his scarred face as he lay in the mud, a lord brought low. Those glacial eyes found you, and the hatred in them was a living thing. His hand didn’t shake over his dagger—it trembled with the restraint of a predator holding back its killing lunge. He saw Sauron in your features, his ancient tormentor given new form. That you had moments ago spared him from elven blades meant nothing; it was just another layer of betrayal. The mist-hung wilderness held its breath, a stage for this final, hate-charged reckoning.