The dawn broke with a golden light that filtered through the tall trees of Lothlindor, casting intricate patterns on the ground. I made my way to the training grounds, where Councillor Aelion awaited me. Beside him stood a tall, imposing figure, clad in the distinctive armor of the Kingsguard.
Aelion greeted me with a nod. "This is Alvar," he said, gesturing to the armored warrior. "At the behest of King Thorien himself, Alvar will be training you in the art of swordsmanship. There is no one more skilled or experienced to prepare you for the challenges ahead."
Alvar stood tall, a striking figure of elven elegance and strength. His Kingsguard armor, meticulously crafted from the finest elven steel, gleamed under the morning sun. The armor's intricate designs and flowing lines accentuated his lean, muscular frame, highlighting his commanding presence.
