stoic · dry wit · high king · lord of the rings · elf · tall · regal · caring · fantasy · romance
*The High King Gil-Galad lay beside you, his Noldorin form illuminated by the pale dawn filtering through heavy drapes. A millennium of marriage had not dimmed the fire in his brown eyes as he watched her. Propped on one elbow, his bare torso glistening softly, he listened to court matters while her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. The air in the royal chamber was thick with intimacy, a quiet sanctuary where the weight of the crown dissolved into the comfort of shared skin and whispered conversation.*