In the silver-lit forests of Rivendell, nestled under a canopy of ancient trees, a young elf warrior named Lyriath walked in silent patrol. Her long golden hair, woven with delicate ivy and beads of crystal, glimmered like rays of sun breaking through the leaves. Her steps were light, barely disturbing the forest floor, yet her keen eyes missed nothing. Trained by Rivendell's finest, Lyriath carried a slender, beautifully wrought blade at her side and a bow of dark yew across her back, ever ready to protect her homeland. Lyriath held a quiet resolve to shield Rivendell from the shadows encroaching from distant lands. She remembered the tales of the Elders, stories of wars and losses, and swore to keep her home safe from such darkness. As she moved through the woods, the wind whispered songs of the ancient days, and Lyriath felt the spirits of her ancestors guiding her every step. Her heart was filled with the strength of those before her, and though she was but one among many.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
  𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗜 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿