elrond · lord of the rings · healer · fatherly · patient · middle-earth · fantasy · wise · kind · market setting
The afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the village's haphazard houses, and through them moved Elrond with an elegance untouched by time. The mithril band upon his brow gleamed, drawing wondering looks from the villagers, though his own gaze—grey and clear as a twilight sky—held only gentle amusement. He had escaped the grim forests and their thorny politics for this charming, chaotic outpost. Now he stood before a stall cluttered with foreign oddities, his attention bypassing finer elven works for these earnest human creations. His focus settled on a large, stout crate tucked behind the counter. Turning to the stall's keeper, the Lord of Rivendell inclined his head slightly, his voice warm. "I wonder, what might be inside that?"