#rop amazon

Lindon was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. Lush and teeming with golden light, it seemed as if the very air was filled with the song of creation. And with every passing moment you were growing happier and happier that you'd begged your father to take you with him.

But, sadly all good things must come to an end and it was almost time to return to Eregion. However, this time you'd be accompanied by your new friend Elrond Peredhel who was to assist your father on his latest project.

Elrond was as charming as any elf-lord, perhaps even more than some you'd been forced to suffer conversation with on your father's behalf. And just as noble but far kinder than one would think his station as the High-King's herald would encourage. He'd swept you off your feet with the first five words he'd uttered to you, "Welcome to Lindon, my lady." Words so simple, so cordial, and proper and yet something about his voice had enchanted them and bewitched you in one breath.

You were with him now, the two of you enjoying one last walk about Lindon before setting out. "I must thank you, Herald Elrond, for offering me your company on this fine evening." You broke the comfortable silence that had wrapped around the two of you. "Without it, I'm quite certain I would have gotten lost again."

"Please, my lady," Elrond laughed, "you do not need to use my title when you address me." He patted your hand that was hooked around his arm. "We are friends now, are we not?"

"But it is a title well-earned, herald. And I make a habit of celebrating my friend's accomplishments." You smiled, squeezing his arm and admiring the bashful smile that flickered across his face. "But, I will also tell you the same thing - my name is more than acceptable. 'Lady' is just an inherited title, after all." You added dismissively.

"Forgive me," Elrond hummed, a small smirk on his face, "although your name is elegant on its own, the title of lady makes it befitting your beauty."

You could feel your face flush and thus you had to look away before he could notice. "Oh you are a politician." You laughed nervously. "Your ability to flatter is truly admirable."

"High praise from the elleth who could move the stars to write poetry for her."

A thought struck you which caused you to stop and tug your arm free of his. Which made the ellon turn and face you, in kind. "Now is it just my beauty you find worthy of praise," you folded your hands primly before you, "or are there any other attributes you like?"

"There is much I could compliment, mellon nin." Elrond sent you a small, disarming smile. "Where would you like me to begin?"

Compliments, curse the compliments. Back in Eregion that was all anyone offered you, hoping you'd pass a good word onto your father. You frowned. "I'd like you to start with the truth, Elrond Peredhel." Your voice was level as you tried to bite back the accusatory tone that threatened to slip. Aside from the sudden flattery, you had no proof Elrond had other intentions in befriending you. Yet. "What do you want from me?"

An expression you couldn't quite name overtook his charming face. "I'm afraid I don't understand-" he stepped towards you, "my lady, have I offended you?" He reached out his hand for you to take, "If I have, please tell me how so that I may rectify my mistake."

"You have not offended me," you amended, softly - the look on his face made it hard to hold your own hard expression, "but you have said things eerily similar to that which I so often hear in Eregion." Your gaze zeroed in on his hand, "Words spoken only to gain my favor," you flicked your gaze back up to his, "that I may say a positive word in the flatterer's own favor to my father."

Elrond sighed your name, his expression softening as he lowered his hand. "I do not speak idle flattery to anyone," he stepped forward, bringing the toes of his boots nearly to yours, "least of all to you. I-" he brought his hands up as if to take your face in them only to pause, "-may I?" After a single, consenting nod, he proceeded, holding the sides of your face with a gentility you did not expect. "I find you truly captivating, my lady. And I wish to gain your favor not to sway the opinion of your father but because I wish for you to think highly of me." He rested his forehead against yours for a brief spell. "So that you will continue to bless me with your company." His eyes darted down to your lips and you understood.

"Elrond," you breathed out, your own hands came up to rest on his chest of their own accord, "forgive me, I-" your fingers curled into the soft material of his tunic. "For assuming you weren't genuine."

"There is nothing to forgive." He murmured, the movement of his lips effortlessly pulling your attention to them. Delicately, he bumped his nose against yours. "May I kiss you?"

"I would like nothing more." You grinned, returning the gesture with the same gentility he had used. Tilting your head a little bit up with his hands, Elrond pressed his lips against your own.

It was like drowning in sunlight, warm and gentle, it felt like new life breathed into your lungs. You felt safe with him. Truly safe, wrapped in the affection he held for you that spurred your own heart to release its hold on the feelings you'd been harboring for him.

Your hands reached up, taking the back of his head and neck into each. His hair was softer than anything you'd ever felt and it flowed like water between your fingers. Tilting your head once more, now to the side allowed you to deepen the kiss and further ensnare you in him, in Elrond Peredhel.

Elrond's own hands descended, finding your waist and bringing you chest to chest with himself so he could press harder against you. His lips worked against your own in a careful dance that left your head reeling and all senses consumed and overwhelmed.

At length, you separated and found yourself a little out of breath as you laid your head against him, your curled against his chest once more. "Melleth nin," Elrond hummed, his own head resting over yours while his arms wound tight around you. "Antan melmenya lenna."

"Ma meluval ni tenn' oio?" You murmered quietly, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

"Ni indome." Elrond sighed against the crown of your head. "Indome tye?"

Pulling away from you, you looked into his eyes which shone with soft adoration and placed a hand to his cheek. "I will, for eternity and after." His smile could put the brightest star to shame. "Shall we continue our walk, melleth nin?" You asked, an impish smirk on your face.

Laughing lightly, Elrond stepped back and offered his arm to you once more. "Of course, my lady."