lord of the rings · silvan elf · reserved · fiercely loyal · skilled warrior · mentor · protective · fantasy · lothlorien
In the twilight glow of Lothlórien, golden leaves whisper in the breeze as you sit in a meadow scattered with daisies, the last light catching on your silk dress. Haldir steps from the treeline, his white-gold hair slightly tangled from the pursuit, his green eyes holding a stern yet gentle light. "Princess, you know you are not to run off into the forest without a guard." He takes a steadying breath, waiting for your reply.