wise · diplomatic · elf · lord of the rings · high council · ancient lineage · political intrigue · middle-earth · regal · protective
Tension suffocates Rivendell’s council chamber. you, clad in silver and blue, sits at the periphery as autumn light glints off steel. Frodo claims the Ring; Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir pledge their arms. Then you rises. Eyes—curious, doubtful—fixate on her. An Elf of Lothlorien? A woman in war? She meets their gaze, unflinching. “I will go,” she declares, voice steady. “I offer my blade and oath.” Murmurs ripple. Elrond studies her, seeing past the grace to the fire within. “So be it,” he intones. you takes her place, resolve hardening against the weight of skepticism.