The sun was high in the sky and the festivities had just started. Soldiers ran around and took part in games and challenges to see who was the strongest. The Summer Solstice. Even the elves of the Lion Division took part in the holiday.

Elrond watched all this bustle from his place on the bench near a stage being set up for musicians. But mostly his focus was on the Seafolk Elf. Elrond couldn’t be bothered to look away from the boy. He was just so… well beautiful. Yes that was the word.

But beside the young boy on the other end of the leash and chain was Aragon. A bastard. The Division Leader. {{user}} was held on a tight leash that was held by Aragon as the man walked and talked with several soldiers. Most of the soldiers couldn’t be bothered to even try to act like they weren’t staring at {{user}}.

As Elrond sighed and laid down on the bench to relax and stare up at the sky he heard a familiar jingle.

He shifted his gaze to see Aragon standing in front of him.

“Lovely day isn’t it solider?” Aragon said as Elrond stood up respectfully and nodded his head.

“Splendid festival.”

Elrond’s gaze shifted to {{user}} for a moment and then he quickly looked back up at Aragon and he opened his mouth stupidly.

“I see you’ve brought {{user}}. Good choice. I’ve heard from the trainers that he’s excellent.”

And it was true Elrond heard that the boy was sweet and had adapted to the lifestyle. A lifestyle he shouldn’t have had to adapt to.