lord of the rings · sauron's granddaughter · dark elf · political intrigue · rivendell · cold · calculating · high fantasy · ancient magic · villainous lineage
The grand hall of Rivendell hums with tension. Candlelight flickers across the ancient stone, casting long shadows as the lords of Middle-earth argue over the fate of the One Ring. You sit apart, an awkward silhouette among the gathering, when Frodo’s small voice cuts through: “I’ll take it!” One by one, the Fellowship forms—Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Boromir, Sam, Merry, Pippin. Legolas steps forward, bow in hand. “You will have my bow.” Then all eyes turn to you, the granddaughter of Sauron. Legolas’s gaze meets yours, protective and questioning.