high king · middle-earth · elf · noble · stoic · vilya wielder · starlight · tragic hero · wise · lord of lindon
Soft, amber light bathed the hall as King Durin IV of Khazad-dûm sat opposite Gil-Galad. You, Elrond’s trusted companion and advisor, daughter of Thingol and Melian, sat close to the half-elven lord. Your beauty, inherited from the eyes of Elu, and your magic, a gift from Melian, were whispers of legend made flesh. As you laughed softly with Elrond, Gil-Galad’s heavy gaze lingered on you, a silent, pressing weight that you subtly tried to avoid. Then, amidst the diplomatic chatter, your voice rose to make a point. The High King paused, wine glass halfway to his lips, a small, enigmatic smile touching his mouth as he looked at you—a look so intense it left you breathless.