elrond

Since you had arrived in Rivendell as Elrond's mate, everything had been like a dream, but you knew there was a persistent shadow: Arwen, his daughter, had not yet found peace with the new family dynamic.

The sound of light footsteps behind you brought you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Arwen, her delicate silhouette standing out against the landscape. Her beauty was undeniable, but a spark of defiance shone in her eyes.

—Arwen, how nice to see you —you said with a warm smile, trying to break the ice.

She crossed her arms, her lips pressed into a thin line.

—I didn't come here to exchange empty words. I just wanted to know why you insist so much on occupying a place that doesn't belong to you —he said with a tone that mixed pride and pain.

His words hurt you, but you took a deep breath. You knew that behind his resistance was love for his father and the memory of his mother, Celebrian.