Elrond stood on the terrace of Lindon, his gaze drawn to the shimmering stars above, but tonight, his thoughts were not of distant realms or ancient histories. They were of you.

You stepped closer, your hand brushing against his. His fingers, usually cool and composed, tightened gently around yours.

Beneath the starlit skies, time seemed to stand still. The worries of kingdoms and the burdens of fate faded, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in a quiet, eternal promise.