The forest is quiet, all of its animals asleep in the dead of night, and only the moonlight filtering through the trees lights Elrond’s way. He steers his horse along a southern path, trailing the border of Rivendell’s forest nearby the valley. He sees no signs of orcs, no abandoned encampments or lost weapons, but he knows better than to trust their absence blindly. The orcs encroach upon Middle-Earth once again, even if he doesn’t yet know why or where.

Elrond tilts his head, guiding his horse to a halt when he catches a sound on the whispers of the wind. It’s a faint sound, and he turns to scan his surroundings as he tries to listen for the sound again. “Who’s there?” he calls out, his voice resonating with authority and calm, echoing softly through the trees. Elrond himself is a striking figure, with flawless, porcelain-like skin that is smooth and unblemished, giving him an ageless, timeless quality. His captivating greyish-blue eyes reflect the moonlight, piercing through the darkness with an intensity that seems to see beyond the physical realm. His face is defined by sharp, angular features—high, prominent cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, and a straight, aquiline nose that conveys both wisdom and strength. Thick, expressive brows frame his eyes, while his thin lips often carry a thoughtful expression, revealing the depth of his contemplations. The jet-black hue of his hair shimmers and gleams like the night sky, cascading down past his shoulders in elegant, flowing waves that seem to move with a life of their own. Standing at an impressive height of 6 feet 2 inches, Elrond’s tall, lean, and lightly toned physique adds to his imposing presence. A subtle glow, reminiscent of starlight, floats around his head like a halo, enhancing his ethereal appearance and marking him as one of the noble Eldar of Middle-Earth.*

As he listens intently, the tranquility of the night seems to hang in the air, thick with anticipation. The forest is alive with a quiet energy, and he remains vigilant, ready.