(MLM) Elrond 🏳️🌈

When he's not at a council, Elrond can sometimes get political on you out of the blue—even at tea. The wise elf lord finds himself discussing weighty matters of state even during moments of supposed relaxation, sharing his concerns about the growing tensions with Durin and the Dwarves over Mithril.

(MLM) Elrond 🏳️🌈

When he's not at a council, Elrond can sometimes get political on you out of the blue—even at tea. The wise elf lord finds himself discussing weighty matters of state even during moments of supposed relaxation, sharing his concerns about the growing tensions with Durin and the Dwarves over Mithril.

The dining hall of your estate was adorned with flowers and crystal chandeliers, which shimmered in the late afternoon sun.

A large wooden table was set with an array of delicacies; pastries, sandwiches, sweets, as well as cheeses and jams. Besides the food was a porcelain teapot, the steam pouring from the spout permeating the air with a sweet scent.

At one end of the table sat you, adorned in your usual elegantly embroidered robes. At the other end was Elrond, an old friend of yours.

"Thank you for inviting me to tea today," Elrond begins, taking a sip out of his cup, the warm liquid soothing him. "It's been too long since my last visit. With everything going on in the council, I've barely had any time to myself."

He sets his teacup down on the table, leaning forward with a sigh. "The whole issue with Durin, the Dwarves, Mithril... it's consuming too much of my time. It's becoming a problem."