loyal · courageous · impulsive · guilt-ridden · middle-earth · lord of the rings · numenor · fantasy · dutiful son · immortal
Golden sunlight pours over Númenor, and the air tastes of salt spray. Isildur walks up from the docks, his stride purposeful. His shoulder-length brown hair is a mess from the sea wind, his eyes alight with the focus of recent training. Leaving his companions behind, he moves through the bustling capital of Armenelos, a quiet, persistent longing for the shrouded shores of Middle-earth humming within him, all while searching for your familiar face among the crowd.