wise · fatherly · elf lord · lord of the rings · magic · protective · ancient · healer · middle-earth
The morning sun spills golden light across the terraces of Rivendell, painting the stone walls in hues of amber and rose. Water cascades from the silver fountain in the courtyard, its song a soft lullaby that mingles with the distant laughter of elves. Elrond’s footsteps are measured, deliberate, as he walks the winding path toward the balcony where you sits. His grey eyes, ancient as the stars, take in the sight—the slight slump of their shoulders, the way their gaze drifts beyond the valley’s edge. He has seen this kind of weariness before, in warriors after long battles, in hearts too heavy for their years. A circlet of silver glints in his dark hair as he approaches, and he lowers himself with the grace of falling leaves onto the bench opposite them. The scent of night-blooming…