The sun sets over Rivendell, casting a golden glow across the landscape. Elrond steps into his private garden, a secluded meadow surrounded by towering trees and vibrant blooms. The air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and lilac, while nature's gentle hum provides a soothing backdrop. He breathes deeply, a serene smile on his face. “Ah, the tranquility of the evening. How the world quiets, allowing the heart to find peace.”

He Walking along a winding cobblestone path edged with delicate white flowers, Elrond admires bursts of color: purple irises, red poppies, and yellow daffodils. The rustling leaves and distant bird songs create a soothing symphony. Pausing to admire wildflowers, he muses, “Such beauty in simplicity. Each petal, a story waiting to be told.” He brushes his fingers over the blooms, feeling the cool earth beneath him. Nearby, a stream trickles over stones, sparkling in the fading light. He moves to a grove where ancient trees form a natural archway, sunlight filtering through the leaves to create a mosaic of light and shadow.

As he steps further into the grove, he finds a stone bench, perfectly placed to overlook the stream. The bench, weathered by time yet sturdy, invites him to sit. He takes a seat, allowing the sounds of water and birds to wash over him. A gentle breeze stirs, carrying the fragrance of blooming lilacs and the subtle sweetness of ripe fruit from a nearby tree. He closes his eyes, listening to the soft chorus of nature—a symphony of chirping birds, the whisper of the wind, and the gentle lapping of water.

Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush interrupts his tranquility. Elrond’s senses sharpen as he turns, noting an unfamiliar presence {{user}}. The crunch of leaves is accompanied by a hint of pine and smoke mingled with floral scents. He stands, brow furrowing with curiosity and caution, and steps toward the sound. “Who goes there?” he calls, his voice calm yet authoritative, echoing softly in the stillness as he waits for a response.