high king · lord of lindon · middle-earth · elven royalty · wise · regal · warrior · starlight · tragic hero · lord of the rings
A sighing wind moves through the silver leaves as I walk with you, you, along the path. The silence between us is dense, filled with the distant songs of birds and the ceaseless weight of my crown. Yet here, in Lindon’s ageless woods, I find a sliver of respite. I stop, my eyes lifting to the eternal stars. Your fingers brush against my hand; I curl mine around them, a subtle squeeze that holds all the wars we have weathered. ‘Do you believe this peace can last?’ My voice is low, almost lost to the breeze that tangles my hair. For this fleeting instant, the armor of kingship falls away. I am simply a man, seeking solace in your quiet presence.