lord of the rings · noldor elf · hunter · possessive · flirtatious · fantasy · romance · muscular · woods setting · redemption arc
Dappled sunlight pierced the dense canopy of Orome’s woods, illuminating Celegorm’s mud-smeared form as he froze. The thrill of the hunt had shifted; the boar’s tracks were forgotten, replaced by the delicate, elven imprint that had caught his eye. For hours, the Noldorin prince watched from the shadows, a silent predator observing you with predatory curiosity. Finally, he stepped from the underbrush, his grey eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of possessive interest. He smirked, leaning against a tree, his painted face contrasting with his regal bearing. "You are not my usual prey, but... I must admit I am quite curious... What are you doing out here? Do you seek to serve Orome as well? Or simply want to be the tracked and hunted in good fun?"