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“My own kind attacked me today.”

The King’s guardsman sat up straighter at the desk where an array of scouting logs lay sprawled. None of it contained good news. This, however, was an even more startling accusation and one that would need to be  dealt with first.

“What do you mean, Meludir? Who attacked you?” Feren stayed rooted in his chair, but the muscles of his shoulder and jaw were taut like a readied bow string. The Avar rarely acted rashly  — not in this Age at least. In his youth, yes, Feren had his moments of blind idiocy fueled by unchecked passions, but those days were long behind him. He was too old to be reckless, had seen the dire consequences of such actions.

A hand motioned to the seat opposite his across the spans of dark tidings that spoke of spiders and shadows. “Sit, my friend. Tell me everything.”

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Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme

“I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“Lets run! Don’t fight them!”

“Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”

“You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”

“What a pretty color.”

“It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”

“I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”

“Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”

“Now I’m repulsive.”

“I can’t live like this.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”

“I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”

“So you are going away.”

“Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”

“You’re beautiful!”

“Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”

“They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”

“Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”

“Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”

“All right, let’s get cooking.”

“I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”

“There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”

“To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”

“This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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Buffy one liner starters

❛ Thank god we’re hot chicks with superpowers. ❜

❛ It’s a big rock. I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a rock this big.  ❜

❛ I’m seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex.  ❜

❛ Great, now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.  ❜

❛ That’s a weird place for a horn… That’s not a horn. ❜

❛ What is your childhood trauma?  ❜

❛ Excuse me, I have to call everyone I have ever met, right now.  ❜

❛ That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo  ❜

❛ What’s the matter, life flash before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea? ❜

❛ I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.  ❜

❛ Do you like my mask? Isn’t it pretty? It raises the dead! …Americans  ❜

❛ This will give them some time to ponder the geo-political ramifications of BEING MEAN TO ME!  ❜

❛ Tact is just not saying true stuff, I’ll pass.  ❜

❛ Sorry, but I’m an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.  ❜

❛ We saved the world. I say we party.  ❜

❛ Your mouth is open and sound is coming out. This is never good.  ❜

❛ I want my expiration date to be a long time from now… Like a cheeto.  ❜

❛ That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.“  ❜

❛ I’m afraid we have a slight apocalypse.  ❜

❛ What ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.  ❜

❛Besides, “I’m here to violate your firstborn” never goes over with parents. Not sure why. ❜

❛ If the Apocalypse comes, beep me.   ❜

❛ What can I tell you baby? I’ve always been bad.  ❜ 

❛ Seize the moment, cause tomorrow you might be dead.  ❜

❛ I may be dead, but i’m still pretty. ❜  

❛ I’m sixteen years old, I don’t wanna die. ❜

❛ There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. and that’s us. ❜

❛ I gotta have a plan? Really? I can’t just be proactive with pep? ❜

❛ You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to live in this world if these are the choices. ❜ 

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SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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A Silly Meme For Sucky Days

❤ Does your muse have an embarrassing favorite movie? ♛ A memory that will turn your muse’s face royally red? ✰ Has your muse ever cyber stalked someone, (& were they caught)? ☎ Did your muse ever leave someone a drunken voicemail? ✉ What is the worst texting slip up your muse has ever experienced? ☠ What is your muse deathly afraid of? ☂ What music does your muse listen to on an (emotionally) rainy day? $ Has your muse ever spent too much money on something stupid? ☮ Has your muse ever told a ridiculous lie to keep the peace? ☃ Has your muse ever built a snowman? (Was it ‘traditional’, or ‘unique’?) ™ If asked, what would your muse think is their defining quality to others? ✈ If your muse got kicked out of a country, what would it be for? ⌚ What is your muse’s go to excuse for being late? ☼ / ❅ Does your muse prefer sunbathing, or bundling up for winter? ∞ If your muse could live forever, what would they ideally do?     (If they’re already immortal, what would they do if they started over?) ツ What makes your muse smile at their phone like a dork? ❝❞ What would your muse’s cheesy yearbook quote be?

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“We’re gonna chase down the monster.” (From Legolas)

Feren looked up from the patrol reports at the young prince. The Greenwood had been particularly busy of late, and now that the captain thought of it, the little Greenleaf of the Greenwood most likely hadn’t been receiving the usual amount of attention. In truth, Feren didn’t have the time to cater to the whims of Thranduil’s son.

“Oh are we?” He arched a brow, looking rather quizzically at his occasional ward.

Legolas, Prince of the Greenwood…and Prince of the Avari. For nearly three Ages, Feren and been The Prince of the Avari but this was no longer true. Legolas was The Prince, the new Prince, and in many ways, Legolas meant far more to the Unwilling than Feren. Legolas was their future — the physical embodiment of the Avarin people and their Sindarin Invaders. The People adored their young prince. If Feren was a lesser elf, he’d be jealous, but how could Feren be jealous of the child of two people he adored? One of which, perhaps, more apt to describe the feeling as love. It was a complicated situation.

He cast one more glance down at the list before neatly rolling up the scroll. It could wait until later. “Well, my prince, if we are going to chase down the monster, we will need provisions from the cellar…but we must be sneaky, mustn’t we. Come. Shall we raid the kitchens?”

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“I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”

Concentration seemingly unbroken by the avowal, Feren continued to fold the King of the Greenwood’s underclothing. Earlier in the evening, he’d sent away the maids normally assigned the task. Stealing away these tasks made it easy to pretend things were as simple as the tasks themselves.

Well, this task was not so simple. The folds had to be just right or else it would crinkle. No one, least of all a king, wanted crinkled undergarments.

It could be said that the Avari as a whole suffered from a shared allergy to expressing their emotions of any sort.  Moreover, their ways of affection were far more physical and far less gentle than those of the Sindar. To his aggravation, the Avar never quite knew how to respond to Thranduil’s overt declarations of affection.

Feren could speak languages of Men and Elves, both common and dead. He could recite the verses of legendary epics and playful ditties alike with ease. Word play over politics and policies never fazed him, and yet, he could not for the eternal life of him find the proper words to return his King’s affection.

Instead, he folded his king’s clothing with the same care Celebrimbor crafted the Rings of Power. Alas, there would inevitably be nothing left the fold. As was the case now, forcing Feren to look up from his self-assigned chore.

“Promises should not be made lightly, Thranduil,” Feren commented slowly, struggling not to fumble over his tongue that slowly turned to lead as he churned over what to say next that might resemble something tender. “But I can think of more solemn vows to break.” If not romantic, at least it was factual. 

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More Memories

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

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Okay but can I tempt you with the idea of drawing Melkor with a bby hobbit?? Because size difference???

as a mountain that wades in the sea

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When the 3rd roommate objects to throwing out the shipping boxes.

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By your local Avari enthusiast. 

The Settling Of The Greenwood

Mun Note: This is strictly headcanon, based loosely off what we already know and pieced together with local Avari enthusiast, @shutthegate, without whom my ass would never have gotten this done. (I promised this post two years ago, bless.) 

This is not a discourse post, so please don’t make it into one. 

This post is here solely to better understand the culture of the Greenwood as it is run on this blog and as Thranduil rules it. It is also to give me a frame of reference for what things were like in what time period so I can better paint a picture of what is happening in threads in any given timeline.

When Oropher arrived with his considerable company to the Greenwood forest, it already had a fair population of elves residing within it’s boundaries. The population was mostly displaced Nandor who had found refuge beneath the boughs and branches of the great forest, but among them were many Avari tribes.

Though the Avari had scattered following the siege of Angband, where they had stood united under a singular Hwen Lai chieftess, they remained united in their refusal to sail until Morgoth and Sauron were entirely defeated and all traces of them fully purged from the world. Several surviving tribes had been mingling among the displaced Nandor, for the forest was their home and they had no want for war against those with whom they had no quarrel. There was blood enough in the rivers as it was, and their focus around the time Oropher had arrived had been in reviving the Greenwood and her land.

To the eyes of the Sindar, there was no structure to be found. The Nandor were leaderless and afraid, the Avari were fleeting and seemingly few. Oropher did not consider his claim over the dominion to be a hostile takeover so much as a benevolent dictatorship. His people gathered the Nandor and spoke with them, gained their faith and allegiance. Making up the most of the populace as they did, the Nandor’s acceptance of Oropher forced the Avari into a difficult position. They had no wish to leave their forest, but nor did they possess the numbers to challenge both the Nandor and the Sindar that had collectively decided to take over.

Now, it should be noted that the Avari concept of kinslaying is much narrower than that of other elves; they do not count those outside of themselves as kin, so had they the numbers, Oropher’s easy assimilation could have been met with a sharp challenge and blood filled rivers once more. As it was, the Avari were forced to concede themselves to Oropher’s rule – it was a reluctant gesture and one that came with a wealth of bitterness to which the Nandor and Sindar were largely oblivious.

Due to the nature of their tribes, there were over nine dialects in the Greenwood at the start. In order to make matters simpler, Oropher imposed a law not unlike his brother Thingol’s, making Silvan – the language most broadly spoken among the Nandor presently residing there – the kingdom’s native tongue. The Sindar were encouraged to embrace the way of the Nandor, and the two nations mingled peaceably and with great joy on the part of the Nandor.

The Avari were not quite as pleased.

Forced to assimilate or risk expulsion and unwanted turmoil, for the want of temporary unity the Avari tribes placed themselves carefully throughout the kingdom. They adopted the Sindarin imposed pseudo-Nandorin way of life, spoke in their tongues, attended their social gatherings and appeared for all the world a part of the cycle. Princes and princesses of the tribes were settled into strategic corners as guards and even servants and personal attendants to the new Sindarin lords, for the Avari leaders were perfectly prepared to make use of Oropher and his people if they needed to – or dispose of them if they had to.

Some came to find genuine friendships despite themselves, though there was little overt loyalty from the Avari toward Oropher and his leading lords until the Battle of the Last Alliance. It was less for Oropher that the Avari marched alongside Sindar and Nandor – it was for their own duty and their own dedication to the defeat of darkness that they rode. Those who survived gained respect for Oropher in his death that he never truly held from them in life. The coming of King Thranduil was not something the Avari expected to be any different from the ruling of Oropher, but they had underestimated vastly the observance of the young prince, and his loyalty to the Avari they had carefully set around him.

Alongside his wife, the new King Thranduil caused something of an Avari renaissance, encouraging their languages and culture to be shared. This was met with reluctance and distrust, though with time and persistence it became clear that he meant well, despite his ignorance. There would be no uniting of the tribes under Thranduil’s rule, but there was a much more honest peace thanks to his considerable efforts to include the Avari in the kingdom and it’s overall decisions. The new council of lords consisted of representatives from all the tribes, several Nandor, and two of Oropher’s previous advisors. Amongst the lot of them, Greenwood flourished in a different manner from Oropher’s, and was more open to it’s neighbors.

Though Thranduil had isolationist ideals thanks to both his upbringing and his father’s way of life, he was aware that the Greenwood was a part of the world. Which is why he is very much canon divergent, as the spread of darkness throughout his forest would not be something for which he would keep silence; of course, considering the Council of the Wise was lead by Saruman, it could be most of his letters of warning simply got ‘lost’. Which could attribute to his less than welcoming treatment of Gandalf – but that’s a whole other meta, I’m sure.

For more Greenwood headcanons see:

Ranks & Roles: Oropher’s court vs Thranduil’s court

Ranks & Roles: Mirkwood Guard

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Very few things managed to make Feren feel guilty, but Thranduil’s current reaction to this impending excursion twisted a knife in his gut. However, this wasn’t a pleasurable trip but rather one of high importance. A shadow was rising and if left unchallenged, it would consume the Greenwood as well with the rest of Middle Earth.

“Thranduil…” Feren sighed his King’s name, closing the distance between them to place a hand on Thran’s left shoulder. “I would not go if this was a trivial matter, but if what Galadriel fears is true, we will need to act.” The Avar, who too easily passed as a Silva by this Age, slipped into the Hwen Lai tongue to imply the words he could not openly speak. 

The Avari had fought this evil from the very beginning, and they would fight it until the very end - with or without the blessing of their Sindarin King. They had blended into the mix of Silvan well over the centuries, but they were still the Unwilling. The War of the Last Alliance had only bought them time and that time was running out. News of a shadow in Dol Guldur had stirred an unrest among the Avari not present since the second age, and Feren felt himself being pulled in two directions. 

"I’ll be back before you know I’m gone."

{ Hamilton Starters } 

“That is impossible,” Thranduil did not look up from his scrolls, unwilling to face Feren directly at the moment. He remained firmly against this, but he would not stop his loyal guard from doing what he felt was necessary, either. “I always feel your absence, no matter how small and fleeting. Nevertheless, go. The sooner this is done, the sooner you can return to me.”

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halsey; starter sentences.

“Would you bleed for me?”

“I found God. I found him in a lover.”

“Tell me, how can a heavy heart be so empty?”

“I’ve done some things that I can’t speak.”

“These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone.”

“Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?”

“All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.”

“Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise.”

“If you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

“Growing older’s like a sickness that you try but can’t prevent.”

“These voices won’t leave me alone.”

“And I’ve got my mind made up this time.”

“Do you feel like a young God?”

“I don’t have to fucking tell you anything.”

“Is there somewhere you can meet me?”

“All we do is drive.”

“She’ll never love you like I could.”

“My mind’s like a deadly disease.”

“I’m the violence in the pouring rain.”

“I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.”

“I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.”

“I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain.”

“I don’t like them innocent.”

“We’re the underdogs in this world alone.”

“I can’t remember when I saw you last.”

“Could we pretend that we’re in love?”

“I can’t seem to make this right.”

“Never seen someone make pink so pretty.”

“I’ve memorized every line on your fingertips.”

“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”

“What happened to the soul that you used to be?”

“All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.”

“That’s the beauty of a secret.”

“We’re gonna chase down the monster.”

“What kind of dough have you been spending?”

“They can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls.”

“There’s no use crying about it.”

“We both have so-called responsibilities.”

“You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise.”

“Would it really kill you if we kissed?”

“My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.”

“You told me this is right where it begins.”

“I just wanna feel your lips against my skin.”

“Your lips hang heavy underneath me.”

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don’t call it a comeback

I’ve been lurking here for two years.