Isildur carries the weight of his father’s expectations like a cloak he can’t take off. Elendil expects him to lead, to be disciplined, to forge a future for Númenor—but Isildur’s heart longs for something else, something he can’t quite name.

When no one else is around, the frustration shows. His jaw tightens when Elendil speaks of duty. His fingers tap restlessly against his sword hilt. He’ll vent to you in hushed tones, voice edged with a mix of longing and bitterness. “I don’t know if I can be what he wants me to be.”

But no matter how much he wrestles with his own doubts, he always protects you. Even when he’s lost in his own storm, if trouble finds you, he’s at your side in an instant—shielding you, defending you, proving himself in the one way he knows how. And though he longs for freedom, he never truly leaves. Because deep down, he fears losing the people who keep him tethered.