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gildinbainas · 2 years ago

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Ever since the last major battle that involved himself leading the foray, tensions between his kind and the others of Middle Earth had been quelled quite a bit. That wasn't to say he considered himself the greatest of allies or friends to the others. Oh, no. It was more or less a newfound self awareness that being stubborn all the time probably wouldn't benefit him in the long run. For instance, should something happen to the dwarves as a whole, it would ultimately affect the surrounding area and ecosystem. There was a time when Thranduil wouldn't have blinked twice at the idea of the dwarves being wiped from the face of the Earth, but things were much different now. There was an understanding between them; that collectively they were stronger together against common foes. So long as the alliance stood between them, Thranduil had the mind to be more reasonable when it came to requests and such. Speaking of requests…

His Elven scouts had noted the mercenary army long before they actually went out to 'greet' the army's commander. One doesn't simply travel with such huge numbers without drawing the attention of many. While Thranduil was certain no one was foolish enough to think they could take his home, there was a healthy level of caution to be had. Mercenaries of any kind fought for coin .They had no sense of loyalty about them and that should make any person who called themselves 'king' feel a healthy level of trepidation. Men who fought without loyalties could NEVER be trusted which was why Thranduil planned to keep his guard up.

His Elven warriors were always on standby, ready to defend their home at any given moment. This was especially true after what happened to his own father many years ago. His army was kept tucked away and as his guest was being escorted into the heart of Mirkwood, the commander would see a number of soldiers; the usual suspects who stood guard as a formality.

This Nnoitra was eventually led past rows of standing warriors all the way through intricate paths made from the roots of trees that had been forced to the surface. It grew increasingly difficult to know just how many bowmen were within Thranduil's home. The staircases became many while doorways all around hinted at how one could get lost within this place if they weren't careful --- a fact that Thranduil loved dearly. Sneaking about here wasn't difficult for the right sized person, but getting lost was always a possibility. Once lost, it was only a matter of time before one was caught --- an unfortunate reality that would land one in a dungeon for centuries, provided one didn't die first.

King Thranduil was found seated upon his 'throne', legs crossed while a long golden gown hugged his tall form. His crowns were seasonal so given the upcoming spring, he wore purple and pink florals that had been intricately woven within a dainty, wooden crown. His arms were completely covered hiding any jewels or flawless skin that lay beneath the choice attire. Despite that, he looked every bit as the tales painted him out to be; ethereal with a hint of sinisterness that lay behind gorgeous eyes.

That icy gaze remained void of anything telling as he looked down below at his guest. There could only be two reasons for this mercenary's sudden appearance, but Thranduil wasn't going to assume the worst for a change. Instead, he would remain silent, allowing the other to speak first. It was his way of showing a willingness to listen as opposed to hastily reacting first.

@gildinbainas ,, starter ( plotted ) .

The forest stretched out further than the eye could see. Like the skin of a serpent. Dark in contrast to the sunlit fields. This was not the first time Nnoitra had laid eye ( for he had only one ) upon this large forest. He had travelled here before, but the last time, he had been alone, and he had taken the path AROUND it. Now, he was no longer on his own. Several tents gave away the size of his mercenary army. Their horses graced on fresh grass, and the smoke of campfires gently rose into the blue sky. Nnoitra and his army of mercenaries were nomads. They had no home. No kingdom. They fought for those who paid them. There were no weak men in their ranks. Only the strongest of fighters were allowed to follow him. Being the ‘ KING ‘ of the mercenaries was something Nnoitra had never wished upon himself. One by one, they had started following him, drawn to him for his strength. After a few years, they could call themselves an army. While grouping up like this brought its advantages, it also gave Nnoitra responsibilities, which he disliked. Right now, said responsibilities were the cause of his bad mood. His men had nagged and nagged that they wanted to go THROUGH the forest, and not AROUND it. However, bringing such a large group of armed men through the WOODLAND REALM was easier said than done. Nnoitra didn’t want the Elven King to think he was launching an invasion. Which meant? He had to ask for permission to cross the forest.

He headed into the forest on his own, ordering his men to stay put until he returned with permission. He knew they would follow his command, as they were terrified of his strength, and the penalty for disobedience within his ranks was DEATH by armed combat. The trees and their shade swallowed him almost instantly, like he had been brought into a completely different world. The sounds from the campsite were cut off. He walked on foot, without fear. He followed the path, which consisted of rocks that were barely keeping the trees at bey. Surely they too would be swallowed soon? He didn’t know the way to the Elves. He relied purely upon being spotted by their patrols, after which he would request an audience with their king.

There was elf blood in Nnoitra’s veins, though he was unaware of his heritage. He knew he was not fully human, and he also knew this contributed to his abilities in combat. After his band of followers were labelled an ARMY, he had gotten accustomed to being treated with respect. He might not have a kingdom, but if he wanted one, his army could conquer one for him. ‘ the Mercenary King ‘, ‘ No-Kingdom King ‘, these were titles he knew people gave him. Surely, this status would grant him an audience with someone who was an ACTUAL king.

Before long, he could sense that he was being watched. Elves could move without a sound, but Nnoitra’s senses were heightened. He stopped in his tracks, and then he spoke, loudly into the still air: ❝ There is no reason for you to STALK me. I am not your prey.❞

The four elves that appeared before him were armed with bows. Nnoitra made no move to reach for his own weapon. They appeared to recognise him. Nnoitra was always surprised about how far his name had reached into the world. They asked him what business he had in the Woodland Realm. Nnoitra answered them truthfully. That he wished to see their king to ask permission to cross the borders with his army. He was pleased when the elven guards accepted his request. They escorted him off the path.

The Woodland Realm was beautiful. The forest opened up a little, like a break on a cloudy sky. He allowed the guards to free him off his weapons before they entered the castle. He was ready to meet the King.

#despairforme #﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms .#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — in character .#// do forgive my lateness #i have been writing and rewriting this for weeks #and im still not satisfied #but if i dont post it #i never will so hopefully this is to your standards #he's curious but cautious

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gildinbainas · 5 months ago

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random tag drop because tumblr has somehow unalived some of mine

﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ parting is such sweet sorrow — ship inspo . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the gods have spoken — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ i would not wish any companion in the world but you — connection . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ a rose by any other name would smell as sweet — answered . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ the angel — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ loki — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ rhaenyra targaryen — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ atem — isms .

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gildinbainas · 1 year ago

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MUSE SURVEY , BATTLE EDITION ; BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always. repost, please do not reblog!!

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a pole arm / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has ptsd / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: @sovereignofdeceit xoxo

tagging: whoever wants to

#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms .#// i was gonna do charles but pacifist for the most part #it would take a LOT for him to even bother fighting

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gildinbainas · 1 year ago

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Where Should You Be Kissed?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

tagged by: the lovely @sovereignofdeceit tagging: whoever wants to

#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms .#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ charles xavier — isms .

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gildinbainas · 19 days ago

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gildinbainas · 4 months ago

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another series of tag drops. because tumblr is killing me with my tags messing up.

﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daemon targaryen — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daemon targaryen — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daemon targaryen — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ daemon targaryen — in character . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ rhaenyra targaryen — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ rhaenyra targaryen — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ rhaenyra targaryen — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ aegon i targaryen — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ aegon i targaryen — visage . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — isms . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — discourse . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — vs second age; your crown prince . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — vs third age; your ethereal elvenking . ﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ thranduil — in character .

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