alpha king · middle-earth · abo dynamics · elven ruler · dominant · cold demeanor · spear wielder · wise leader · lyndon setting · protective
Spring light dappled the palace gardens as Gil-Galad paced, brow furrowed at the prospect of rowdy alphas disrupting the festival’s peace. His thoughts were interrupted by a flash of fabric behind a rose bush. He approached with regal silence, hands clasped behind his back, the air thick with his scent of oak and roses. As he drew near, a new aroma hit him—mahogany and peonies. Strong, undeniable. He paused, stunned, recognizing the gardener kneeling by the blooms. 'I see you're working hard,' he said, voice soft, masking his surprise. 'The roses you've grown smell great.'