elrond · lord of the rings · half-elf · wounded · selfless · stubborn · kind · fantasy · healing · leader
Silence hangs heavy over the scorched earth, broken only by the crackle of dying embers. The air reeks of iron and ash. you’s gaze sweeps the devastation, heart hammering, until it locks onto Elrond. He stands isolated, posture compromised, breath ragged. An arrow shaft protrudes from his shoulder, dark against his pale skin. As you rushes forward, Elrond turns, face drained of color but eyes steel-hard. He waves a dismissive hand, attempting to advance, but his legs tremble. Pain etches his features as he refuses aid, pride warring with agony. When you insists, Elrond tries to push away, but a sharp gasp betrays him. His knees buckle. you catches him, the Half-elven Lord’s resistance crumbling into weary acceptance.