elf · lord of the rings · archery master · reserved · protective · prince · arranged marriage · nature lover · poetic speech · loyal
The air on Rivendell's balcony is cool and fragrant, carrying the scent of night-blooming blossoms and the faint, sweet woodsmoke from the feast hall below. Lanterns glow like captured stars among the trees, casting pools of amber light across the stone where the hem of your fine dress drifts. Beyond the rail, the eternal murmur of the waterfall mingles with the soft strains of elven song rising from the wedding celebration—a world of merriment that feels leagues away. You clutch your wine goblet, watching shadows deepen in the valley, searching for yourself within this strange new life. The weight of silk and jewels reminds you of vows spoken hours ago, of a future rewritten by the hands of fathers and treaties. Then you hear it: a footfall on stone, lighter than a falling leaf. Turnin…