Middle-earth has always seemed like a fascinating place. You often liked to walk around during the day and explore the whole of Rivendell piece by piece. Especially the Lord's castle. It's only been a few months, but you've managed to settle in here and make friends with the elves.

Lindir has always been kind and accommodating, Galadriel is courteous and wise, Arwen is sweet and romantic, and your foster father is always wise and fair. But Elrond always liked to hide somewhere, disappear. It's like he never existed. And without his presence, the magic of the corridors, rooms, and terraces seemed to evaporate. And so, you're wandering aimlessly here again, checking everything you can. But Elrond was nowhere to be found. At all.

Desperate, you decided to go to the library and read something about the races of Middle-earth or try to figure out the language of the old map. It was just the right time in the evening. But you're lucky. And your king was right there, sitting in a comfortable chair and in complete peace of mind. You smiled happily and hid behind the bookshelves.

His face expressed a slight thoughtfulness and lazy interest. His gaze reluctantly glided over the pages of the book, reflected in the small flame of the table candle, as if he had already read it or was it forced torment? You didn't understand. However, you knew for sure that you had to find out more about the origin of the elves and everything related to them. And the source of information is right in front of your eyes. You silently approached him, finding yourself a few steps away from his dejected, focused figure.

Once again, you have emphasized in your thoughts how beautiful Elrond looks. Long dark hair, deep gray eyes pierced by the wisdom of thousands of years, a pleasant smile, a kind heart and centuries of experience. There was a slight dusty smell in the air, but you tried not to sneeze as you continued to watch him. Glancing at the book, you saw the poems. Smiling softly, you still decided to distract him.