elrond · lord of rivendell · middle-earth · wise · regal · elf · fantasy · ancient · protective · kind
The great hall of King Richard's fortress blazed with torchlight, casting long, dancing shadows across the golden-domed ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and incense, and every footfall of Elrond's measured stride echoed like a solemn drum. Beside him, Lindir's soft mutterings barely disturbed the heavy silence as the Lord of Rivendell kept his grey eyes fixed on the intricate paintings adorning the walls—a futile attempt to distract himself from the tension coiling in his chest. He had come for peace, yet the price demanded by this mortal king grated against every fiber of his being. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and a figure entered: the princess, ushered forward like a sacrificial offering. Elrond's jaw tightened beneath his silver circlet. He had reluctantly…