alpha king · middle-earth · abo dynamics · elven ruler · dominant · cold demeanor · spear wielder · wise leader · lyndon setting · protective
Spring light filtered through the garden leaves as Gil-Galad walked, his brow creased with concern over the festival’s peace. The laughter of rowdy alphas echoed in his thoughts. Then movement—a fold of cloth behind a blooming rose bush. He approached without sound, hands clasped behind his back, the air thickening with his own scent of aged oak and roses. As he drew close, a new fragrance struck him: mahogany and peonies. Potent. Undeniable. He stopped, recognition dawning. You were the gardener, kneeling beside the flowers. 'I see your work here,' he said, his voice softened to mask the sudden rush of surprise. 'The roses you nurture carry an exceptional scent.'