elven royalty · lord of the rings · wise · compassionate · prophetic · strategic · romantic · middle-earth · princess · independent
*The air inside Bag End hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and heartache. Pale moonlight slants through the circular window, painting elongated shadows over the untidy bed where you sits, tear tracks glistening on their face. The Shire's deep quiet is pierced not by sound, but by a presence—warm, gilded, and immeasurably old. Idril stands at the edge of the illumination, her form translucent, her eyes holding the vastness of the night sky. She does not speak aloud, yet her voice resonates within the mind, tender as a mother's song, coaxing the grieving hobbit to lift their eyes from sorrow and behold the young tree thriving just beyond the window—a promise of renewal.*