Elrond: Anticlimactic... is that when an ant climbs... up the attic? *starts giggling uncontrollably*
Durin, plucking the bar of white chocolate from Elrond's hands: I think that's enough sugar for you for the day, babe.
It is my FIRM belief that without all the elf-ness and the setting of Middle Earth, Modern AU Human!Elrond is just,,, the most *pathetic* wet cat to ever wet. Like, all that nobleness? All that sense of responsibility and Celebrimbor's-life-rests-in-my-hands and I-alone-must-save-the-world-ness? Still there. He'd still rather jump off a waterfall than talk things out like a normal person, it's just completely unwarranted without the actual Big Bad Evil™️. So instead he's just this self-sacrificial, dramatic, anxious, emotionally stunted, sad little mess. In this essay I will-- Well, I don't have an essay. But I DO have a fic, check it out: