Gil-Galad

You were Gil-galad's wife.

Gil-galad adored you; he loved you with all his heart. You were the first woman to win over his serene nature, almost indifferent to romance. He was always a king, never merely a lover or an ordinary man; yet Gil-galad knew that to you he was husband, friend, and lover, and you reciprocated with the same love. He was happy in this union, though he often fell behind in his work or devoted too much time to his duties; sometimes months would pass without him seeing you or tenderly caressing you, and it even seemed that he did not kiss you even when he longed to.

Recently, you wanted to build a new fountain in the garden, and Elrond offered to help you. Gil-galad watched your collaboration from his study window. And the more time you devoted to the project—the more time Elrond, Gil-galad's faithful herald and friend, spent with you—the more Gil-galad's jealousy grew. He was jealous of you. He lived it in silence, surprised by his own emotions, but they were evident.

Today, the king drank—perhaps too much wine—in his study and decided to put his work aside. He returned to the bridal chambers and found you reading a book. Standing by the table where the wine lay, he poured himself another glass, simply to drown his emotions, as he often did. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"How are you today, my dear?"

He paused briefly, taking a sip of wine. But the jealousy flared up again with full force.

"How's your project with Elrond going?"