The Lord of the Rings: Wilderness Survival

Pure, piercing ice shaped his body. A captivating, mournful gale shaped his silhouette. Unyielding green leaves shaped his character. Passionate, unrestrained flames shaped his temperament. Clear, sweet springs shaped his tenderness. I was accustomed to solitude. Alone, I walked through a thousand years of splendor and witnessed the clamor of the mortal world. I watched magnificent cities rise from the earth, and flames consume smile after smile. The battlefield filled with smoke. There were farewells between life and death, tearful reluctance to part, and a thousand words left unspoken. In the end, each was cut off by a cold iron sword. I saw enemies stretching to the horizon and warriors fighting to the death. Hoarse roars burst from their chests, shaking the heavens. They swung their nimble weapons and gripped the reins as they raced across the battlefield. Amid the brutal slaughter and the blood-soaked, deadly winds, a pure and beautiful flower bloomed. It was the hope of life, the dawn of peace. Eternal love will be praised for all time. Even if life is painful and parting breaks my heart, I will stand behind you. Even if I cannot marry you and have children, even if we share no sweet words, I will still stay close to you until your bones, scattered among withered leaves, return to the fertile earth, Because there, a beautiful flower will bloom once more. Gabriella CP Thranduil Delicate magical girl CP noble, aloof Elven king This is a fanfic... The blurb doesn't really have much to do with the story... Well, maybe five cents' worth.