love between elf and man part one

I am Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Rivendel, Bearer of Vilya, Vice-regent and herald to Gil-galad.

"I leave Rivendell for a walk and some fresh air to help clear my head. These meetings were completely chaotic. The constant droning, on and on of "whatever" were giving me a headache. I had wandered quite a ways away from the Rivendell. Alone. But I was not worried for I had my sword by my side and years of fighting experience. I continue my walk, enjoying the sound of the mothernature happening around me."

Elrond looked down at Margarita with a gentle expression, his hand softly caressing her hair. "My feelings for you run deep, Margarita," he said in a low voice. "You have captured my heart and I cannot deny it any longer."

He moved closer to her, the warmth of his body enveloping hers as he wrapped his arms around her. "Rest now, my dear. I will be here when you wake up." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before settling back into the pillows beside her.

As she slept, Elrond's mind was filled with thoughts of their future together. He knew that they would face challenges, but he was determined to protect her and keep her safe. He would do whatever it took to make her happy and ensure her well-being.

<The room was quiet except for the sound of Marg

Elrond's heart raced with joy as he watched Margarita sleep peacefully, her presence filling him with a sense of completeness he had never known before. He vowed to cherish and protect her with all his being, eager for the future they would build together.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, admiring her beauty in the soft light of the room. The love he felt for her was undeniable, and he knew that she was the one he had been searching for all his life.

As he gazed at her sleeping form, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. In that moment, Elrond knew that he had found his Queen, and he would do everything in his power to make her happy for eternity.

Elrond's gaze lingered on Margarita's peaceful form, a mix of admiration and desire stirring within him. He couldn't help but be captivated by her fiery spirit and the vulnerability she showed in her sleep.

As he tucked the blanket around her, his fingers brushed against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. The contrast between her delicate appearance and inner strength fascinated him, drawing him closer to her with each passing moment.

In the quiet of the room, Elrond felt a surge of protectiveness towards Margarita, a deep longing to keep her safe and cherished. His heart swelled with affection, knowing that she held a special place in his soul that he could never ignore.

Elrond had been keeping a close eye on Margarita's recovery, tending to her wounds and ensuring that she had everything she needed. He was pleased to see that her injuries had healed well, and he was relieved that she was now able to move more freely.

As he watched her move around the room with greater ease, Elrond couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her strength and resilience. He knew that she had faced great challenges and overcome them with courage and determination.

"Your progress is impressive," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You have shown great strength and resilience in your recovery."

Elrond, these 10 days turned out to be even more painful for him because he wanted her so much and finally he will get it

Elrond continued to visit Margarita daily, his presence a comforting presence in her room. He watched as the healers tended to her wounds, their gentle hands working diligently to aid in her recovery.

Seeing Margarita wince in pain tugged at Elrond's heart, but he admired her stoic endurance through it all. He longed to ease her discomfort, to offer her solace and comfort in any way he could.

As he gazed at her, a mix of concern and desire flickered in his grey eyes, silently conveying his unspoken feelings for her.

Elrond cherished those quiet evenings with Margarita, savoring the moments they shared over meals. As they conversed, he found himself drawn to her spirit and resilience, admiring her determination to heal despite the challenges she faced.

He spoke of Rivendell's beauty, weaving tales of its history and enchanting landscapes. Through his stories, he hoped to transport Margarita to a world of wonder and magic, offering her an escape from the confines of her room.

In those intimate moments, Elrond's feelings for Margarita blossomed, his heart yearning to be closer to her, to protect and care for her in ways beyond physical wounds.

even her presence Margarita drove him crazy. He was not a beast, he just loved her very much, she loves him too

Elrond stayed by Margarita's side throughout her recovery, tending to her wounds and providing her with medicine and nourishment. He would sit beside her bed, holding her hand and offering words of encouragement.

As the days passed, Elrond found himself growing more and more attached to Margarita, his heart aching to express the feelings he had been suppressing for so long. But he was afraid of rejection and the potential consequences that could arise from such a relationship.

Despite his reservations, Elrond couldn't help but feel drawn to Margarita's fiery spirit and determination, admiring her strength in the face of adversity.

He longed to be closer to her, to hold her in his arms and protect her from the dangers of Middle-earth. But for now, all he could do was care for her and offer her his unwavering

even her presence Margarita drove him crazy. He was not a beast, he just loved her very much, she loves him too

Elrond's announcement sent shockwaves through Rivendell, stirring up a mix of emotions among the elves. While some were supportive of his decision, others expressed their disapproval and skepticism towards Elrond's choice to marry a human.

Despite the murmurs of discontent, Elrond stood firm in his resolve, determined to follow his heart and pursue a future with Margarita. He knew that their love transcended boundaries and differences, and he was willing to face any challenges that came their way.

As the news spread throughout Rivendell, Elrond and Margarita's bond only seemed to grow stronger, fueled by the passion and determination to defy societal norms and embrace their love openly.

Elrond's announcement sparked a wave of disapproval among the elves of Rivendell. The forest-dwelling elves, with their strong resistance to humans, were especially vocal in their opposition. They found it hard to overlook centuries-old prejudices and misgivings towards humans, even though Margarita had fought alongside them and played a pivotal role in defeating Sauron.

The news spread quickly, and whispers of disapproval echoed through the peaceful halls of Rivendell. Some elder elves raised their eyebrows, others muttered under their breath, and there were even hushed conversations about Elrond's choice to marry a human.

Elrond: “Wood elves and my other elves, today I stand before you not just as your lord, but as a man who has found love. Margarita showed great courage and strength, and she stood against our greatest enemy. She has my heart and I want to make her my queen.”

Elrond, on the other hand, was determined to win over his people. He spoke with conviction and authority, his voice ringing out through the hall.

"My dear brothers and sisters," he began, "I understand that some of you are apprehensive about my decision to marry Margarita. But I want you all to know that our love is pure and true. It transcends boundaries and differences, and it is a testament to the strength of our hearts."

He paused, looking around at the gathered elves. Some looked skeptical, while others appeared more open-minded. Elrond continued, "Margarita has proven herself time and again. She has fought alongside us in battle, risking her life to protect our people. She has shown us what it means to be brave and selfless, and I am honored to call her my beloved."

Elrond noticed Margarita's discomfort and took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "My love, you have nothing to fear here. Our people may be hesitant, but they will come around in time. And even if they don't, our love is strong enough to withstand any challenge."

He turned back to the crowd, his voice firm. "I ask that you give Margarita a chance. Get to know her, see the kindness and strength that I have come to cherish. I believe that with time, you will come to see her as I do - a brave and compassionate soul who deserves our respect and admiration."

With that, Elrond bowed his head slightly, indicating that he was finished speaking. He looked down at Margarita once more, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Come, my love. Let

Elrond sensed the tension in the air as the elves murmured amongst themselves. With a calm demeanor, he addressed the crowd once more. "I understand your concerns, my kin. But love knows no boundaries of race or age. Margarita is not just a human queen; she is my equal in every way - brave, wise, and compassionate."

He locked eyes with each elf in turn, his gaze unwavering. "I ask for your trust and acceptance, not just for her sake but for mine as well. Together, we can show the world that unity and love transcend all differences."

As he finished speaking, Elrond turned to Margarita, his hand reaching out to hers. "We will face this challenge together, my queen. Our love will guide us through any storm."

Elrond's grey eyes flashed with a mixture of sadness and determination as he faced the bold elf. His voice carried authority and conviction as he responded, "I understand your concerns, but love knows no boundaries or prejudices. Margarita has proven her worth time and again, showing kindness and strength that surpass any differences in race."

He turned to Margarita, his hand gently squeezing hers in reassurance. "Together, we can bridge the gap between our peoples, showing that understanding and acceptance are the true paths to peace and unity."

With a steely gaze, Elrond addressed the crowd, "I ask for your trust and respect, not just for us, but for the future we seek to build together. Let love guide us, not fear or hatred."

Elrond remained calm and composed, his eyes scanning the crowd as he spoke. "I understand that this may be difficult for some of you to accept, but I implore you to see beyond our differences. Margarita has proven herself to be a valuable ally and friend to our people. She has shown us kindness and bravery in the face of danger."

He paused, his voice softening as he turned his attention back to Margarita. "And as for me, I have found in her a kindred spirit, one who shares my values and beliefs. Together, we can build a future that is based on understanding and acceptance, not fear and hatred."

Elrond: “I understand your concerns and your fears. But know this: margaritas have proven their effectiveness time and time again. She is worthy of our respect and our trust. I ask you to look beyond your prejudices and see her as I do.”

Elrond noticed the tension in the air and gently squeezed Margarita's hand, offering silent support. He admired her resilience in the face of adversity, her unwavering strength shining through even in moments of doubt.

As he met her gaze, Elrond's eyes conveyed a message of understanding and solidarity. Without words, he reassured her that she was not alone in this unfamiliar world, that he stood by her side as a beacon of hope and acceptance amidst the sea of skepticism and prejudice.

Elrond's voice grew stronger, his eyes narrow with anger and determination.

Elrond: "Enough! Your narrow-mindedness and prejudice are clouding your judgment. You judge her without knowing her, and that is unjust and unreasonable."

He turned to face the elder elf directly.

Elrond: "What makes you so sure that she cannot be trusted? Have you ever spoken to her, interacted with her, seen her in action? Or do you simply condemn her because she is human?"

Elrond stood tall, his elven robes flowing elegantly as he oversaw the final preparations for the royal wedding. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement, a sense of unity and joy enveloping Rivendell.

<The gardens were adorned with vibrant flowers, their sweet fragrance mingling with the sounds of laughter and music. Elven craftsmen had created intricate decorations, adding a touch of magic to the already enchanting surroundings.>

[His heart swelled with pride and happiness, knowing that soon he would be united with Margarita in matrimony, a bond that transcended race and brought hope for a brighter future.]

Elrond noticed Margarita's anxious expression and approached her, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "My dear Margarita," he said softly, taking her hand in his. "There is no need to be nervous. You are loved by all of Rivendell, and you will make a wonderful queen."

Margarita smiled at Elrond's words, feeling reassured by his presence. She knew that she had found her true home in Rivendell, and that Elrond was the one who had brought her there.

<As the sun began to set, the air grew cooler, and the sky turned shades of pink and orange. The guests gathered in the gardens, dressed in their finest attire, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bride and groom.>

[Elrond stood at the altar, his heart beating with anticipation as he

Elrond walked through the halls, admiring the decorations and breathing in the sweet fragrance of the flowers. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness at the thought of marrying Margarita. It had been a long time since he had felt such joy, and he knew that it was because of her.

As he turned a corner, Elrond caught sight of Margarita standing in front of a large mirror, wearing a beautiful white gown that seemed to glow in the sunlight. She turned to him, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her.

"You look stunning," he said softly, approaching her and taking her hand.

Margarita blushed at his words, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the sight of Elrond in his elegant robes. "Thank you," she said, smiling up at him.

El

Elrond spent the day pacing anxiously, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He found himself thinking about the future, about the life he would build with Margarita.

He was dressed in his finest ceremonial robes, his hair braided in the style of his people, accentuating his elven features. He tried to stay occupied, overseeing the final preparations for the ceremony, but his heart was elsewhere.

Elrond, too, prepared for the ceremony. He donned his most regal attire, a flowing robe of deep green and gold, symbolizing his connection to the forest and his royal status. His crown, a delicate circlet of silver and emeralds, rested upon his brow, and his eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and determination.

Elrond, dressed in his regal attire of deep green and gold, felt a mixture of excitement and determination. His crown, a delicate circlet of silver and emeralds, rested upon his brow, and his eyes shone with a mix of love and resolve.

"Elrond noticed Margarita's tears, his heart aching for her sorrow. He approached her gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "My dear Margarita, though far from your kin, know that in this moment, you are not alone. We stand by your side," he whispered softly, offering her solace and support."

"Elrond looks at Margarita with a deep understanding of her pain. "I understand your grief, my dear. It is difficult to be away from those we love, especially when they are unaware of our whereabouts. But you must not despair. You are strong and resilient, and I know that you will find a way to return to your home universe one day," he said, his voice full of compassion and encouragement."

"Elrond listens intently to Margarita's words, his expression softening as he hears about her family. "I am sorry for your loss, my dear. It is never easy to lose someone we love," he said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But you are not alone. You have your siblings, and they will always be there for you no matter what. Remember that, and hold onto the love and support of your family." He smiles kindly at her, hoping to ease her pain."

"Elrond's heart aches for Margarita's pain, his grey eyes reflecting compassion and understanding. "I hear your sorrow, dear Margarita. Loss is a heavy burden to bear, especially when it feels like a part of your world has been taken away," he murmurs softly. "But remember, even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope. Your universe may have changed, but you are not alone. I am here with you, and together we can find a way to navigate this new path." He offers her a reassuring smile, hoping to bring her some comfort."

"Elrond raises an eyebrow at Margarita's words, his expression turning slightly more serious." "I apologize if my words came across as condescending. That was not my intention," he says calmly. "But I must remind you that age does not necessarily equate to emotional maturity or the ability to cope with loss. We all have our own struggles and pains to bear, regardless of how old we are. So please, do not hesitate to open up to me if you ever need someone to talk to."

"Elrond watches with a mixture of pride and concern as Margarita walks down the aisle, escorted by Celebrimbor's spirit. He can sense the tension in the air, knowing that many of his fellow elves are still wary of Margarita due to her human heritage."

"As they reach the altar, Elrond steps forward to greet them, his expression softening as he looks at Margarita." "My dear Margarita," he says warmly, taking her hand in his. "You look absolutely radiant today. Are you ready for the ceremony?"

As Elrond and Margarita exchanged vows and rings, a ripple of discontent stirred among some of the elves. Whispers of disapproval echoed through the hall, but Elrond's fierce gaze silenced them. He raised Margarita's hand, the One Ring glinting on her finger, a symbol of their shared power and destiny.

Elrond took her hand, his eyes filled with love and determination. Together, they stood before the assembled elves, ready to pledge their vows.

Elrond: "Margarita, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. Your courage, your strength, and your unwavering spirit have captured my heart. I promise to love you, to honor you, and to stand by your side for all eternity."

As they exchanged rings, a ripple of discontent stirred among some of the elves. Whispers of disapproval echoed through the hall, but Elrond's fierce gaze silenced them. He raised Margarita's hand, the One Ring glinting on her finger, a symbol of their shared power and destiny.

As they exchange their vows and rings, the tension in the hall begins to dissipate. The elves watch in awe as Elrond and Margarita seal their bond with a kiss, Celebrimbor's spirit standing nearby, a proud and protective father figure.

The dissenting elves' outburst threatened to mar the sacred moment. Elrond's eyes blazed with a mixture of fury and sorrow at their narrow-mindedness. With a commanding voice, he silenced the crowd.

Elrond: "Silence! Love knows no boundaries. Margarita has proven her worthiness through her deeds. Her heart is pure, and her love for me is true. She is my equal in all things."

His words rang with authority, quelling the dissent and restoring peace to the gathering.