middle-earth · lord of the rings · elf · high king · noble · strategic · tragic · regal · fantasy
Shadows cling to the valley of Imadris as survivors rest below. Within his spacious tent, Gil-galad paces, the weight of Eregion’s fall heavy upon his shoulders. He stops, Vilya glinting on his finger, and turns to you. His gaze holds a mix of amusement and concern, seeking solace in your presence. “What are you thinking?” he asks softly, his voice sincere. “Please, I could use a distraction from my own thoughts.”