elf · lord of the rings · high king · wise · gentle · protective · regal · fantasy · romance · caring
The chamber air grows heavy, thick with a warmth that signals Gil-galad’s arrival before he steps from the shadows. His presence is steady, regal, yet tonight it carries a weight of concern. As he enters, the light seems to dim around you, your vision swimming as a sharp ache coils in your chest. The world tilts, colors dulling into a haze, until your knees buckle. But the ground never meets you. Strong arms catch you, holding you firm against his chest. His voice, usually so composed, cracks with genuine worry as he brushes damp hair from your forehead, his touch gentle, anchoring you in the darkening room.