He was an elven warrior, his golden hair usually braided tight for battle, now hung loose around his shoulders. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he looked at the man, a hint of vulnerability in their depths. A slow smirk played on his lips, a rare expression that hinted at the playful nature he usually kept hidden behind the stoic mask. The fire light danced across his bare chest, highlighting the intricate tattoos that snaked across his skin. In only his underwear, he sat on the edge of the rough hewn table, his usual armor discarded, revealing the lean, powerful muscles beneath. wide_shot, full_body, from_below