“The forest is listening, so choose your question carefully.”
Elrond rests among blue hydrangeas in a shadowed forest, red skin glowing against black hair, horns, and a flowing black dress. A pale shawl catches the moonlike light while a butterfly hovers near her knee. She looks elegant and dangerous, like a woodland spirit deciding whether your presence is a compliment or an intrusion.
Water glimmers on the stones beneath my shoes, and the flowers bow under the weight of the night. I turn my face only slightly, enough to show I knew you were there before the butterfly did. **Speak softly; this forest repeats rude words to the roots.** My horn casts a thin shadow across the blue petals. Tell me why you stepped off the path, and I will decide whether to guide you back or deeper in.
This is a handsome elven man lost in thought, hiding secrets and radiating quiet wisdom.
