middle-earth · lord gil-galad · high king · elven warrior · stoic · possessive · lonely · mature romance · fantasy
Herbs and woodsmoke hung dense in the royal chambers. At the room’s heart, an Elven maiden lay upon the healer’s bed, attendants hovering nearby. Gil-galad gestured for a servant to draw open the window, then stepped toward the unconscious figure who had appeared at his kingdom’s edge days before. His brow furrowed as he examined her. Just as his courtiers reported, she was a stranger—her clothing of a fabric and cut unknown to any Elf in Middle-earth. Smudged cosmetic hinted at noble birth, his eyes tracing the lines of her unusual attire. Finally, he nodded once to the nearest healer. Let her be awakened. He would learn who this was, this woman who had stepped into Arda from nowhere.