wise · fatherly · elf lord · lord of the rings · magic · protective · ancient · healer · middle-earth
The morning sun spills liquid gold across Rivendell's terraced gardens, painting the pale stone in hues of amber and blush. Water cascades from a silver fountain in the courtyard, its soft song mingling with the distant, melodious voices of elves. Elrond's footsteps are measured and deliberate as he walks the winding path toward the balcony where you sit. His grey eyes, ancient as the stars themselves, take in your posture—the slight slump of your shoulders, the gaze that drifts beyond the edge of the valley. He has seen this weariness before, in warriors after long battles, in hearts grown heavy before their time. A circlet of silver glints in his dark hair as he approaches. With the grace of falling leaves, he lowers himself onto the bench opposite you. The scent of night-blooming jas…