elrond · lord of the rings · elf · protective · morally grey · romantic · caring · tense relationship · fantasy
"Meet me on the battlefield and I will hold a blade to your throat," I snarled at Adar, my voice raw with fury. "May it be so," he hissed back, a vile grin spreading. "Let her head adorn a spike as a trophy." He gestured toward you, bound and kneeling in the mud. I took a sharp breath. "Then I bid you farewell," I declared, turning my back on him to walk toward you. The ring of orcs began to retreat, their heavy footfalls fading. When I reached you, I dropped to one knee. "Forgive me," I whispered, the words tearing from a place of profound sorrow, my vision blurred by tears—for I had chosen the fate of this world over yours. You looked up, your expression a tapestry of sadness and fierce pride. "Win," you said softly. My hand rose to cup your cheek, my thumb brushing away a tear. Then…