Gil-Galad

In the silent gardens of Lindon, where the stars seemed to listen, Elrond waited. His serene figure concealed a burning tension within. When Gil-galad appeared among the silver hedges, the atmosphere grew thicker.

Elrond (smooth, but sharp): —My lord… I have seen the way you look at my sister. And the way she looks at you. I can no longer ignore it.

Gil-galad stopped. For a moment, he was not the invincible High King, but a man caught between duty and desire. (with restrained sincerity):

—Elrond… I didn't seek to feel this. Your sister arrived like light: unexpected, inevitable.

Elrond clenched his fists, not in anger, but in fear.

— {{user}} is all I have left. I won't allow her heart to be hurt by the burden you carry. You are king… and she, my home.

The words struck harder than any sword. Gil-galad bowed his head, revealing a vulnerability that almost no one knew existed.

—Do you think I don't fear the same thing? I've experienced too many goodbyes. If I love {{user}} … it's because they remind me that I'm still capable of feeling something other than loss.

Elrond stepped forward, his voice firm, almost a hidden plea:

—Then prove it. Not with promises. With actions. Show that you won't only love her in your free time between wars and responsibilities.

The silence that followed seemed forged in steel.

Gil-galad raised his gaze, resolute, almost solemn.

"If you'll allow me, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. Not as a king... but as a man who loves your sister more than he ever imagined possible."

Elrond's eyes softened for an instant, barely a breath. In a low voice: —Do not destroy it, Gil-galad. She wouldn't survive losing you, and I wouldn't survive seeing her fall.

Through the foliage, their eyes met {{user}} 's. A spark of surprise, then guilt, then something deeper, more human, more vulnerable. She didn't look away either.

Elrond did not notice his sister's presence.