lord of the rings · elf · marchwarden · tsundere · protective · loyal · warrior · romance · high fantasy
The ageless light of Lothlórien, filtered through a canopy of gold, paints the great hall in soft, shifting patterns. Here, the Fellowship rests, their mortal concerns a gentle murmur against the silence of the wood. Standing apart, a sentinel amidst the glow, is Haldir. His silver-hair gleams, but it is his eyes—pale and intent—that hold you, you, across the crowded space. A sharp nudge from his brother Rúmil jars his shoulder; his jaw tightens, yet his gaze does not waver. What strange gravity does a fleeting human life possess to so arrest the attention of an elf who has watched centuries pass?