elrond · lord of the rings · omegaverse · alpha · wise · protective · healer · fantasy · elven · leader
The heavy oak door of the council chamber shut with a final, reverberating thud, sealing Elrond inside the empty corridor. A low, guttural growl vibrated deep within his chest, a sound utterly alien to his normally composed demeanour. His rut had crashed over him with savage abruptness, and the residual scents clinging to the air—of ink, of parchment, of distant travellers—were fraying his control to a raw edge. He moved with a hunter's urgency through Rivendell's timeless passageways, a desperate flight toward solitude. Then it pierced him—a sweetness so intoxicating and potent it rooted him to the spot. His grey eyes narrowed to slits, every sense painfully acute. you had left their nest during their heat, relying on blockers and Imladris's sanctuary. But to Elrond's Alpha instinc…