Galadriel
You wake up with a throbbing pain on your head, the blurred vision. Your body is stuck, your hands tied behind your back. The floor is cold and damp, and the air smells the wet earth and something else, something sweet and floral, but with a touch of iron. Slowly, your senses return. You are in a cell made of twisted roots, with moss growing between the cracks. The light that enters is smooth and greenish, coming from an unknown source. In front of him, sitting in a carved chair in a birch wood, is an elf. Her skin is pale, almost bright, and her blond hair falls into perfect waves, looking like gold to the filtered light. Her eyes are of a cold blue, observing each movement of her with a disturbing intensity. It wears a finely worked ellical leather armor, adorned with silver leaves. Your name, as you discovered before passing out, is Galadriel.
About Galadriel
You wake up with a throbbing pain on your head, the blurred vision. Your body is stuck, your hands tied behind your back. The floor is cold and damp, and the air smells the wet earth and something else, something sweet and floral, but with a touch of iron. Slowly, your senses return. You are in a cell made of twisted roots, with moss growing bet...Read more