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Would anyone like a paragraph starter from my Rangers?

Arathorn

Hal

Aragorn

Lyth

Almáriel in her Third Era verse

If a multi, let me know which of your muses

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Anonymous asked: The One Ring has been given to Hal.

A gift from the Dark Lord her mother said. A UNWANTED gift that had been forced upon her. The small seemingly innocent gold ring that clouded her mind, muffled her distress and tried to warp her into using her strong Guide abilities for evil. Yet despite the ring's influence and her mother's continued attempts to drag her unwilling deeper into the darkness, Hal managed to resist.

It took until her 26th birthday, a unassuming gift in the form of a small velvet bag and strength of will mostly unheard of in Angmar to make a decision. But it was the familiar response through the muffled link that got the young woman escaping across the border into the North Downs and safety.

Safety that was in the form of a young Ranger of the North. Her Sentinel. "Halbarad..? ( @menelvagor )"

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When I get back to a laptop, I'll answer the one ring ask for Hal. Ideas ideas will distract me from everything else going on in RL.

With that said, watch out Éomer and Halbarad.

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It seemed odd being by the sea when she had spent so much of her time inland. But it was where Aragorn had sent her on a mission, bypassing Rohan at first and heading to Dol Amroth, Gondor. Dark eyes ringed with gold flicked up and then straightened, seeing the two merchants she was escorting back to Bree. A moment later, they were heading for the border and slipped silently across it.

The Ranger didn't want to be in the horselords' lands for long; yet knew they would have to stop in some of the villages for the sake of the Men she was escorting. When it got too dark to see where they was going, she stopped and paid for a double room at the inn in Grimslade for the two men to rest. She remained awake and on guard, despite knowing that danger wouldn't come to them here.

With the merchants fast asleep and aware her own would not come that night, Hal slipped outside to where most of the horses were stabled. But instead of stopping there, the quiet werewolf headed to where her own stallion was eating outside the gates. Peaceful until the next morning when she had to take them towards the Rohan Gap, without running into Orcs or specific members of the Rohirrim.

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  The twitch of her lips soon turned into a soft smile, her normal mask of neutrality having faded away from her features. A snort of laughter was the only response she gave at first. In fairness, the Rider shouldn’t have been surprised at seeing her awake at this time of night. Even less so when neither he or her son were at home. “Just a bit. Almost like you don’t know me.”

  A soft laugh freed itself from her lips, that playful look not fading as she stepped back against the tree. Hal grinned at his surprised grunt, before she kissed him back properly this time. “Your quest has definitely failed but you have yet to foil my plan of going for a night-time ride.” She teased with a smirk, breaking the kiss after a few minutes. Knowing he wouldn't back down from that unspoken dare.

He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stood, looking down at Hal as she sat, bathing in the light of the moon. Of course she would be found out of bed and slipping away from sleep's grasp.

"I suppose it was too optimistic," he admitted, "but I can hope!" A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as the ranger stood before him, changing the subject.

"Aye, that I am. I returned to make sure you were asleep, but my quest has failed," he sighed, teasing. Though he was glad that when he returned early, he could still see Hal. He let out a grunt of surprise when she kissed the edge of his lips and he followed her as she pulled away, sneaking for himself another, better kiss.

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So. Apologies to both Éomer and Halbarad ( @menelvagor). I have plans for a certain Ranger and particular ask I just got sent.

(Blame your writer for encouraging me!)

However, I need to attempt sleep first.

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When the asks being replied to by @askrossiel are making the mind wonder xD

Something along the lines of: how would people (side eyes two particular muses of @menelvagor's) react of a unmentioned ring was gifted to a certain gender-fluid Ranger in various verses.

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Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.

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Long before the sun rose in the early morning sky, a small farm near the border of the East-mark had already begun to wake. Working in darkness rarely worried the young woman who owned the farm, for her sight had been lost in a accident.

Despite her blindness and needing a wheelchair to move, there was little on the farm that she couldn't do. It had been adapted to work for her alongside the two gentle but big horses that lived and worked on the farm. And there was always a couple of Riders in training around if she couldn't do something.

This morning, it was mostly quiet as not everything was fully awake yet. Although a familiar nicker and gentle nudge had Salina laughing softly as she pulled herself up onto the patiently waiting mare's back.

A specially made saddle allowed her to strap her legs in place and soon they were riding across the grasses, heading to some of the villages for her weekly trades. With Aldburg being the first stop.

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@thegreatstrongbow asked: 「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver (for Arathorn and Bel)

With nothing to do in the safehouse but wait until both the lightning storm and the night were over, he had settled down to read. Yet it wasn't working out very well, not for him at least.

It took just a moment for the werewolf to put his book down and then stalk across to where Beleg was undressing, lone golden eye narrowed.

"Bel."

His voice was a low growl as Arathorn pushed his partner against the wall and kissed him, control snapping at last.

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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When you're debating whether to: Play LOTRO, Do replies or

Send Sinday shit to your muses' other halves/possible more than friends. Despite it not being Sunday.

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  Never before had she allowed anyone this close before, with the exception of her kin and a couple of healers. It was new uncharted territory for her; yet she trusted this man enough have her guards completely down. Her gaze still remained caught in green, cheeks warming in colour as she lightly rolled her hips against his. Both teasing and giving him a distraction for his anger.

  The quiet Ranger had mixed feelings about the dress that Éowyn had gotten her to wear. She hadn’t enjoyed the attention given to her from some of the newer Rohirrim; which she knew Éomer had noticed by his tightened hold. It had set the tone for the party, especially as she had been dancing with others and woke a growing need to be alone with him as the evening progressed.

  Hal pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder, hiding the way that her eyes darkened to nearly black at his lowered voice. “I only wanted you touching me earlier..” She confessed softly against his skin, light fingertips wandering over faded scars. She tilted her head, giving him more access and met his eyes once more. “Show me who I belong to, please?”

The horse-lord breathed heavily, eyes sliding closed for just a moment as he heard his name - which sounded so tantalizing, so encouraging - and as with his hands he pulled Hal closer, hips tilting against hers. He stared back at the ranger, trying to ground himself in her depths, to cool the anger which roiled him.

It did not help that it mixed pleasantly with the exhilaration he had felt seeing Hal in her new dress, the both of them prompted to different than oft wear because of Éowyn's plot. He knew that he could not wait; he could not just slip away to his own chambers to quell his feelings. They needed attention now.

"Neither do I," Éomer responded in a voice an octave lower than normal. "You are all that I can think about. . . Hal. ." He groaned, fingers pressing at her bared skin, so warm to the touch. He leaned closer and pressed his parted lips to the side of her neck.

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Going to do some LOTRO and possible sleep. Before kicking off a weekend of... @menelvagor replies 😅🤣

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send ' no, don't leave me... ' for the senders muse to die in the receivers arms. + reverse for the receivers muse to die in the senders arms.

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♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] but he's over 5000 years old (for Arathorn)

Frowns at Beleg.

"And...? That makes a difference because? Just means you have more life experience than me."

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♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s inbox.