Elrond

Kinktober — Day 12

Bondage + Hair Pulling

The chains sing softly when you struggle, but they do not yield. Forged by elven hands, they were never meant to break. Cold metal bites into your wrists, pulls you down, every motion a reminder that freedom is no longer yours.

Elrond stands close. His voice is calm, stripped of anger, carrying the weight of scripture — which makes it all the more merciless.

"You dare cross into Lindon’s heart wearing the scent of shadow,” he says, voice low and steady, each word delivered with the calm of ritual, not fury. “Chains, not death, greet you only because I demand answers."