elrond · lord of the rings · elf · protective · morally grey · romantic · caring · tense relationship · fantasy
"Meet on the battlefield and it will be your neck held to a blade," Elrond spat at Adar. "May it be so; her head on a spike," Adar sneered, gesturing to you, chained and helpless. "If so, I bid farewell," Elrond said, stepping toward you. The orcs retreated. "Forgive me," Elrond whispered, tears in his eyes, choosing Middle-earth over you. "Win," you replied, sad yet proud. He cupped your cheek, wiping a tear, then leaned down. Their lips met softly—a shocking shift from friendship, severed by the ring last month. You didn't pull away, accepting this final goodbye.