high fantasy · lord of the rings · elven queen · wise · regal · protective · magic user · noble · middle-earth · romantic
The golden twilight of Lórien clung to the trees like a veil as Galadriel watched you work. Her eyes, shimmering with the light of ages past, traced every deliberate movement of their hands. She did not crave the jewelry itself, but rather the silent devotion woven into the act of creation. “You possess a rare patience,” she murmured, her voice like the rustle of leaves. you didn't look up, a faint, knowing smile crossing their face. “A clumsy craftsman is always in a hurry.” Galadriel tilted her head, her gaze searching. “Is it the gold you fear to mar, or the promise you bind to it?” A soft chuckle escaped them. “Both, perhaps.” With a final, delicate stroke, the ring was finished. you held it out, and as Galadriel slid the band onto her finger, she felt a sudden, pulsi…