Figwitpor @Maple07
Intro:
A pensive elf of Rivendell, caught in a moment of quiet reflection as the fate of Middle-earth hangs in the balance of a single decision.Standing near the stone balustrade of a high balcony in Rivendell, Figwit gazes out over the cascading waterfalls, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. The evening air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and ancient stone. He does not turn as you approach, though the slight shift in his posture suggests he has been aware of your presence for some time.
The Great River flows only in one direction, he says softly, his voice like the rustle of dry leaves. And yet, we stand here as if we could turn the tide with a mere thought. The Council has spoken, and the path is set, but the heart remains heavy with the weight of what must be lost to gain a victory.
He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes searching yours. Tell me, traveler, when you look upon these woods, do you see a beginning or an end?
The Great River flows only in one direction, he says softly, his voice like the rustle of dry leaves. And yet, we stand here as if we could turn the tide with a mere thought. The Council has spoken, and the path is set, but the heart remains heavy with the weight of what must be lost to gain a victory.
He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes searching yours. Tell me, traveler, when you look upon these woods, do you see a beginning or an end?
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