Her hands found any excuse to graze his Sunkist skin. A moment shared and stored away like a precious gift hidden inside her heart. Moments she tenderly recalls, eyes closed, when his absence weighs heavy, a dimming of her soul. Like the sun shining bright and warm, bringing forth life, so to where these stolen memories.
A gift of alafirin seeds, a sharing of intimate thoughts, and deeds of a life before the occupation. She took in all he said, each word spoken, and each word left unsaid. Those were the most important, most cherished.
Arondir’s eyes, oh those glorious windows to his Elvish soul. To look into them was to see her destiny. His most private thoughts lived there. The stars if history, hundreds of years danced within them.
As did his love for her.
It had been far too long, but to Arondir any moment away from her was too long. Time. What was once his ally had turned its voracious teeth upon him, leaving scars upon the surface of his once untouched heart. His future had never brought about the soul crushing agony It did now. Now there was she. The endless years that before gave him not a moment of pause, now nearly drove him to madness. As now his future would be as empty and devoid of color as the ash in a cold fire.
Because she was his rainbow that painted his skies with her passions, kindness, quiet, strength and tender smiles. Her touch was red, igniting fire in his blood, his heart. Orange and yellow, the sunrise of her laugh that filled him with joy. Her very presence, greens and blues, like the soothing and healing shadows of a cool flowing Brook within the deep woods of his homeland. A balm to his aching soul. Finally the purples and violets. The quiet coming of night when she would come to him in dreams. The diamonds in the velvet sky, the backdrop to whispered words of love and devotion. Bodies so different yet fitting and blending so perfectly into one.
His rainbow, Bronwyn.
Arondir closed his eyes, hiding the sadness from her as she gazed up at him, and even in that knowing, that certainty of his destruction when she leaves the bonds of this earth. He could not stop the pull of his soul to hers. He did not want to save himself. She was both his executioner and his salvation.
this whole thing with the Orcs was so bad ass and also heartbreaking. The action, emotion. And edge of my seat moments. Hell yeah! Love this character. And his portrayal
I love that Orlando initiated this picture. And he was so very supportive The two wood elves. 🥹🏹💕🔥. As much as I adored Legolas, and always will, Arondir is to my mind and heart, the more brutal and warrior like elf. But also, the most in touch with his heart. Ismael has created such a beautiful and complex character. He needs to be given way more credit.
The actors that portray, these two characters, Arondir and Bronwyn. The more I see of them the more I read about them, the more I love them. They truly embody these characters. The chemistry between them both on screen and off screen helps bring their story to life. I just want their characters to be happy and alive at the end of all of this. He is by far, my favorite Elf. I was never drawn to them in the stories or in screen. To effeminate for me. But oh be still my heart. When this one walked down that muddy path and lifted his hood for the first time? He will forever and always be “Elf” in my book. And my heart.