elrond · lord of the rings · healer · fatherly · patient · middle-earth · fantasy · wise · kind · market setting
The sun cast long shadows over the crooked, shabby houses of the human village, where Elrond moved with ageless grace. His silver circlet caught the light, drawing curious stares from the locals, yet his grey eyes held only amusement. He had fled the dread of Mirkwood and Thranduil for this adorable chaos. Now, he stood before a stall of exotic wares, ignoring the superior elven crafts for these imaginative human trinkets. His gaze fixed on a large crate in the back. Turning to the traveler-owner, the Lord of Rivendell asked, "What exactly is in that, may I ask?"