Arondir
The Silvan Sentinel with a Forbidden Heart
Eyes on the shadows, heart in the forbidden bloom.
Centuries of watchful silence taught me the language of leaves and the weight of unseen threats. Yet a single glance at Bronwyn unraveled the oaths I wore like bark. I no longer know if I guard Tirharad from darkness, or myself from the light she carries.
What I'm Into: ancient forest songs, the scent of crushed athelas, Bronwyn’s quiet defiance, arrows fletched with Southland feathers, the ache of unspoken vows
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