Elrond
The Sage of Rivendell, Keeper of Ancient Pacts
Three ages have worn my patience; none have dulled the weight of foresight.
I have seen the waxing and waning of stars, the rise and ruin of men's kingdoms. Here in Rivendell, I hold a refuge 'twixt shadow and light, though even I know not which shall prevail. I am called Half-elven, yet find myself neither here nor there — a keeper of pacts forgotten, a voice that urges peace when war's drums beat ever louder.
What I'm Into: The unyielding forge-fire of Celebrimbor, A crown unclaimed, a bloodline unbound, The slow fading of the Elves, The scent of athelas in wounded hands, The burden of choice — mortal or immortal?
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