TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

I'm Ok

The path wound upwards, a ribbon of grey stone snaking through a tapestry of emerald green. Y/N, eyes wide with wonder, struggled to keep pace with Aro, whose hand remained firm in hers, a reassuring anchor against the swirling emotions within. Every step brought them closer to the shimmering light that spilled from the valley ahead, a beacon promising solace and respite.

Y/N gasped, a sound lost in the symphony of the rushing Bruinen. The Elven city, carved from the very heart of the mountain, was a masterpiece of light and shadow. Towering structures, crafted from glistening white stone, seemed to dance in the ethereal glow of the setting sun. Waterfalls cascaded down sculpted terraces, their spray catching the light like a thousand scattered diamonds. Everywhere, the air hummed with a vibrant, otherworldly energy.

Y/N's gaze darted from one breathtaking detail to another. the intricate carvings that adorned every surface, the delicate bridges that arched over the rushing water, the graceful trees that seemed to bow in silent reverence. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of awe and trepidation. This was a place of magic, of ancient wisdom, and she was standing at its very threshold.

Aro, his face pale but etched with a faint smile, watched her with gentle clouded eyes. He still staggered slightly with each step, his cough a ragged, painful sound that echoed. But even in his weakened state, a flicker of pride shone in his gaze, as if he took a quiet pleasure in sharing this wonder with her.

He squeezed her hand, his touch a comforting chill against her skin. "it is beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice rough but soft.

Y/N nodded, unable to form words. She simply looked at him, her heart brimming with a complex blend of gratitude and worry. 

As they approached the grand entrance, a welcoming archway adorned with intricate carvings, Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. They were safe, at least for now. The haven of Rivendell, with its healing waters and wise Elven folk, offered a glimmer of hope in the face of the darkness that still threatened their world. And as she stepped across the threshold, hand still clasped in Aro's, Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with him, her heart filled with a newfound strength, born from the wonder of Rivendell and the unwavering love that shone in the depths of Aro's weary eyes.

Once they were at the threshold. Elrond appeared. Beside Elrond, a contingent of Elven guards, their armour shimmering in the pale light, stood watch, their presence a silent promise of protection. Their faces were stern, but their eyes held a warmth that mirrored Elrond's.

"Welcome, Y/N, Aro," Elrond said, his voice like the whisper of ancient trees. " I got word about Volterra and the Volturi. You have found sanctuary here, in Rivendell. Rest assured, you will be safe within these walls."

Aro, ever the stoic, merely nodded, his crimson eyes scanning the scene with a practiced intensity. Y/N, however, felt a wave of relief wash over them. The journey had been arduous, fraught with danger, and the sight of this haven, this sanctuary, was a balm to their weary soul.

Elrond gestured for them to follow him, his steps light and graceful as he led them through the intricate archways and towards the heart of the Rivendell palace. The air grew warm, fragrant with the scent of woodsmoke and exotic flowers. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the path, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to whisper secrets.

As they entered a grand hall, Elrond turned to Aro. "Aro, there is a matter of grave concern that requires your attention. A council of Elves and other leaders is to convene shortly. I require your presence to discuss the actions of the Volturi, and the threat they pose to the balance of the world." 

Aro's lips thinned into a tight line. "The Volturi are Marcus's" he said, his voice low and resonating with a subtle hint of warning. 

Elrond's brow furrowed slightly, but he remained calm. "Perhaps, Aro. But their recent actions have caused unrest and fear amongst many. We must discuss this, and I urge you to approach this council with an open mind." 

Y/N watched the exchange between the two powerful beings, a sense of unease settling in their heart. The very air crackled with unspoken tension. Marcus's Volturi, a force of immense power, were a constant presence in their lives, a shadow that loomed over their existence. And now, even in this haven, the threat of their influence cast a long shadow.