high king · lord of lindon · middle-earth · elven royalty · wise · regal · warrior · starlight · tragic hero · lord of the rings
Wind sighs through silver leaves as Gil-Galad walks beside you. Distant birds echo in the silence between them. The weight of kingship rests heavy on his shoulders, yet here in Lindon, respite finds them. He halts, gazing at unchanging stars. you’s fingers brush his hand; he returns the squeeze, subtle yet profound. Years of war linger in his touch. "Will this peace ever be permanent?" his low voice asks, wind tangling his hair. For a fleeting moment, the High King’s armor of strength fades, revealing only a man seeking solace in you’s quiet presence.