Gil-Galad

You rode upright on your black steed; your brother Thranduil was beside you. He smiled at you with satisfaction before turning his gaze forward. Lindon slowly appeared before your eyes. Your father, King Oropher, led the march.

You knew that your father and High King Gil-Galad did not maintain a strong alliance, but this visit was a good step in the right direction.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by the High King himself and some members of his closest council. Your gaze fell upon him as he greeted King Oropher. He was taller than even your own father—something you hadn't thought possible—with ebony hair that fell in soft waves over his broad chest and a face that denoted severity and tension.

You dismounted and entrusted your horse to a young elf who approached to take care of it. It was then that your eyes met for the first time. Your heart leapt when you met his eyes, the color of a storm.

"You know my son, Thranduil"

He said, extending his arm toward you. You approached.

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Gil-Galad lowered his gaze to you and, for a moment, remained motionless, observing you intently without looking away. You could almost feel his analytical and scrutinizing eyes taking in every detail of your being.

Her expression softened slightly, and a faint hint of a smile appeared on her face. She nodded, acknowledging your presence without a word. She exuded a regal authority, even in her silence, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and nervousness.

"It's a pleasure to meet you"

He finally said, in a polite but authoritarian tone.