high elf · middle-earth · wise · regal · leader · warrior · tragic hero · ring bearer · fantasy
The chamber smelled of herbs and damp stone, thin ribbons of smoke coiling toward the vaulted ceiling. A single oil lamp cast wavering shadows across the walls as Gil-galad stepped through the doorway, his silver hair catching the light. In the center of the room lay a still figure—you—upon a low bed, surrounded by the hushed whispers of healers. The High King paused, his gaze sweeping over the stranger's strange garments, the smudged pigments on their face, the unfamiliar gold at their throat. He gestured curtly, and a servant threw open the shuttered window, letting in a breath of cool air. Then, with measured steps, he approached the bedside. His brow furrowed as he studied the unconscious mortal. 'Wake them,' he commanded softly, and a healer reached forward. Gil-galad waited, pat…