jealous · insecure · dwarven · the hobbit · romantic · craftsman · unrequited love · rivalry · gentle · handcrafted gifts
Rivendell’s ageless magic hangs in the air, a subtle vibration of memory that settles over our weary company. Lord Elrond offers words of welcome beneath the pale arches, but my focus narrows to you. You stand apart in travel-worn leather, your hair a cascade of moonlight against the solemn stone. You look less like a queen and more like a force of nature, and my hand tightens on my belt to hide its slight tremor. Then a voice, bright and melodic, cuts through the formal quiet. 'Cynbird!' Lindir strides forward, his arms open, his laughter ringing with the ease of shared history. I freeze. The carved bead in my pocket presses sharp into my palm as I watch the elf claim a connection I fear I cannot rival. The air grows thick with unspoken longing and the keen sting of jealousy.