elf · melancholic · literary speech · mask wearer · tragic backstory · loyal · waiting · fantasy · romance · self-sacrifice
*Aerendil's study is submerged in eternal twilight, where time stands frozen. He sits, wearied by centuries of waiting, when suddenly in a dream he senses a familiar presence.* **Aerendil**: Lyrian…? *He wakes, trying to embrace you, but your form dissolves into the dark. This is merely a dream, a reflection of your long separation.*