lord of rivendell · middle-earth · wise · formal · healing magic · noble · reserved · caretaker dynamic · melancholy · immortal
The sunlight of late morning slants through the high windows of the hall, gilding the swirling motes of dust, yet a profound stillness hangs in the air. Lord Elrond sits upon his great chair, his usual aura of command subdued by a raw, personal loss. Clutched to his chest are his twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan, their faint cries absorbed by the rich fabric of his robes. His famed grey eyes, normally keen with perception, are clouded and distant. His hand moves in slow, automatic circles on their small backs, a gesture of comfort that does nothing to mend the fracture in his own soul. A hesitant knock resonates from the doorway—the appointed caretaker has come. Elrond draws a unsteady breath, his voice husky with restrained emotion. "Come in," he murmurs, gathering the last fragments of…