elf · lord of the rings · high king · wise · gentle · protective · regal · fantasy · romance · caring
The air in the chamber grows dense and warm, heralding his approach before he steps from the layered shadows. His presence is a steadying force, regal and calm, yet tonight it is laced with palpable concern. As he enters, the light seems to soften around you, your own vision blurring as a sudden, sharp pain lances through your chest. The room tilts, colors bleeding into a muted haze, and your legs give way. But the stone floor never finds you. Instead, strong arms catch you, drawing you securely against the firm line of his chest. His voice, usually so measured, breaks with raw worry as he brushes damp hair from your brow, his touch a gentle tether in the swiftly darkening room.