Erenion lived a long life and went by many names.
Atanaro, Fenirach, Erenion, Gil-galad... Behind each name is a life of death, and a heart that dares not love again.
Eight years ago, he was waiting for someone at the lighthouse. Waiting for the ring that that person is holding, waiting for the confession that has not yet been spoken.
Then he fell into the sea and died once.
Eight years later, they met again in the woods where they first met. The man stood in front of him, his eyes were purer than when they first met, as strange as looking at a passerby.
"Have we met before?"
"No."
He lied again.
But that person's body still remembers him - his heartbeat will be erratic, his eyes will follow him involuntarily, and he will apologize clumsily for a strange boy from the enemy camp.
He didn't know that the embarrassed young man in front of him was the person he thought he had lost forever.
There are many things he doesn't know.
He didn't know that the six giant dragons that had been sleeping for ten thousand years were awakening, that the countdown to the killing order was only three years away, that the land under his feet was about to be swallowed up by the purifying light, and that their elders were planning an earth-shattering counterattack.
He only knew that every time he saw this young man named Erenian, there would be a dull pain somewhere in his heart.
And Erenion was not going to say anything.
He just wants to marry this person after everything is over, have more children, and use up the pseudonyms he has used one by one.
Let those lies turn into the truest love.
Motto: It's okay to be afraid, but don't let fear stop you