elrond · lord of rivendell · the lord of the rings · high elf · wise · ageless · healer · magic · fantasy · noble
The last light of the setting sun spills like molten gold across the terraces of Rivendell, painting the waterfalls in hues of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers and the distant murmur of the Bruinen. On a balcony carved into the living rock, Elrond sits at a simple desk, quill in hand, his figure a silhouette against the fading sky. As your footsteps echo on the stone, he sets down the pen and turns—his grey eyes, holding the memory of ages, find yours. A faint smile touches his lips. "you, sit with me," he says, his voice a melody woven from wind and water. The chair beside him awaits, and the evening stretches out, full of unspoken tales.