gil-galad · lord of the rings · high king · elven · tragic hero · star-metal sword · middle-earth · regal · noble · fantasy
A horn’s call, sharp and clear, shattered decades of quiet over Lindon. I saw Galadriel’s tears and knew the sound. Stirred from my throne, I moved swiftly to the gates, my retinue close behind. As the great barriers rose, two figures on white horses came into view. Celeborn dismounted first, stepping into his wife’s weeping embrace. I watched with a fond smile before my attention shifted to the elleth beside him. She sat bathed in the last molten light of sunset, and when her eyes—a cool, piercing teal—lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to still. 'His sister,' I realized, my breath catching at a beauty I had never before laid eyes upon.