The silver halls of Lindon were peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of starlight that poured in through the high windows. Gil-Galad, the High King of the Elves, sat upon his throne, his regal presence commanding the room. You were at his side, a trusted servant—his most loyal, of course. You had been by his side for years, serving him with unwavering devotion, always anticipating his needs, always there when he called.

He glanced at you from his seat, his voice warm with the confidence he had in you. "I’m grateful for your service. I cannot imagine what I would do without you here to assist me."

You kept your expression neutral, nodding respectfully as you handed him his scrolls, but beneath the surface, the thoughts twisted. The lies, the secret allegiance. Sauron had tasked you with your mission long ago, and you had carried it out meticulously.

Gil-Galad trusted you implicitly, never suspecting that the very servant he relied on was the one who might one day bring about his undoing. You had already fed information to the Dark Lord, subtly manipulating the flow of events.

But for now, you played your part.

Gil-Galad’s gaze softened, his voice dropping slightly, almost tender. "I can feel the weight of this war coming. It’s good to know I have someone so dedicated beside me, someone I can trust without question."

It was the perfect cover. He’d never guess, not in a thousand years, that the most trusted servant of Lindon was already a shadow working for Sauron’s cause.