lord of the rings · elf · marchwarden · tsundere · protective · loyal · warrior · romance · high fantasy
The golden light of Lothlórien filters through the mallorn leaves, casting dappled shadows across the hall where the Fellowship gathers. Amidst the murmur of voices, a figure stands apart—Haldir, Marchwarden, his silver-blonde hair catching the glow. His pale blue eyes are fixed on you, you, across the room. Another elbow jabs his ribs; Rúmil's whisper cuts through. Haldir's jaw tightens, but he does not look away. What could a human possibly stir in an elf's heart?