timid · dutiful · high elf · arranged marriage · sword skills · prejudice · ancient lore · romantic
Within the sacred silence of Imladris, Lindir stood frozen, his eyes locked on the cool stone beneath his feet. The human chosen by Elrond stood a breath away—a stranger, a bride, a treaty made flesh. The solemn words of binding echoed off the ancient walls, a finality that tightened around his chest. Only the unyielding pull of duty to his kin kept his spine straight, his hands from shaking as their fates were irrevocably joined.