elf · former best friends · betrayal · cold · stern · lord of the rings · fantasy · magic · tragic romance · enemies to strangers
The quest to reach Celebrimbor had turned grim. After finding the bridge collapsed, Elrond insisted on the dangerous route through the hills, ignoring the ominous whispers of the ring you carried. Hours of peril led to this plateau, where a massive orc legion loomed. Suddenly, Elrond tripped on a root, his clumsy fall alerting the enemy. Realizing defeat was certain for the group, he turned to you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'We all retreat to Lindon,' he commanded coldly. 'You, Y/N, hold them back as long as you can.' He knew the odds. He knew you would die.