#Galadriel has such a cool personality and im excited to see what you do with your ask blog!!

[ask-dawnanddusk]

From @sinnohsiblings Galadriel: Oh a Yveltal! How interesting to be raising an infant of such a vastly different talent than yourself. Have they shown any sign of their abilities yet?

"Yes, it's certainly shaping up to be a unique experience, but it's one I look forward to. I am both excited and nervous to raise her!"

"As for abilities, yes, there have been some slight show of powers she possesses, but nothing large yet. Some small gathering of energy, some slight glowing here and there. She's most active at, well, twilight hours, as to be expected considering her domain."

"There's been some draining of energy, mostly from plants. Considering that Twilight is a Yveltal, all of us have already prepared for the more destructive aspects of her abilities. Maksviah taught us how to divert what she drains energy from and how to safely block destructive blasts until she can properly control it."

"Aside from that the only thing she's destroyed so far was a pile of Leppa berries, haha!"

[noldorianprincess]

“Grief” //Im so sorry

Send “Grief” for a drabble about my muse grieving when yours has died.

(I suggest listening to these songs if you want more feels, 1 2 3)

“I’ll be alright,Fintuilasse…you always worry too much.” He smiled, giving her a soft kiss onthe hand.

“I have good reason to! You alwayscome back home with some sort of scrape or new injury I have to patch up!” Sheflicked his nose while he was still close, causing him to recoil in anoverdramatic manner and pull away from her, stomping over to the armor cabinetas if he were falling and needed something to grab onto. Fin just playfullyrolled her eyes and followed after him.

“My cousin is leading us,along with some of Elrond’s men. We’ll be okay…just think, we’ll finally be ridof what is causing all of this world so much grief…we could finally live inpeace, not ever having to worry about anything turning the corner and harminganyone.” He uttered, placing his hand against her cheek, which, sheinstinctively leaned into.

“Haldir may be strong, butthis is war, Galadir. Not someskirmish on the forest’s line. And you’ll be in a dead end. What are you to doif they get inside the fortress? Helm’s Deep isn’t as impenetrable as everyonebelieves…weak spots could be anywhere and you’d never have the slightest idea…��She looked up to him, concern laced with every fiber of her features. A smilejust came to his lips and he shook his head at her before leaning down andpressing a tender kiss to her lips.

The air was still aroundthem, each second their lips stayed connected, felt like an eternity she neverwanted to be without. When his point was across, they pressed their foreheadstogether and stood that way for a moment longer. She laced their fingerstogether and squeezed tight, wanting to continue arguing with him, but knew hewas set in his ways.

“…Believe in me,Fintuilasse.” He uttered, lacing his arm around her back and pulled her closer.She did her best to hold back the emotion that dared spill over her lips andher lids. But, she knew far too well about what happened when forces anddefenses weren’t strong enough.

“I do…just come back to mein one piece…okay?” She breathed, her arms wrapping tightly around his waistand buried herself in his shoulder. His hands ran soothingly along her back,his lips pressed to the crown of her head before he squeezed her shoulders andpulled her back so he could look down at her.

“I promise, Fin. Cross myheart.” He made the silly little gesture which made her heart thrum withanxiety. She took his hands and kissed along every knuckle and nodded.

“…okay, then. Let’s get youall ready to go…I can hear them getting ready outside.” Finduilas murmured asshe opened the closet up and removed the armor from the stand. “Come on. Let’sget all of this on you.” She smiled solemnly. He nodded in return and held uphis arms, happy that she was assisting him with getting ready.

When all was said and done,she followed him out to the gate, and as they approached the other Galadhrim,her eyes found Haldir, and she stared him down for a long while, making sure heknew to keep her love safe. Turning her head to look up at Galadir now, sheraised a small blossom of heartsease and gave it a kiss before tucking it intohis breast plate.

“Be safe now, darling…Iexpect you home in a week’s time, just as Haldir has promised…” Her voice waslow as she fixed his armor, her hands smoothing over his cloak upon hisshoulders just to make sure everything was alright. She began to back away fromhim so that he could leave, but he drew her up and into one more tight embrace,their lips connecting once again in a loving display, emotion just spillinginto each little movement and reciprocation of affection. Haldir gave a loudwhistle that broke their endearment, a bright blush upon each their cheeks. Shecupped his face once more, doing her best to keep the tears back once more. Sheknew he would do everything in his power to be safe. So, she had to trust him.

“I love you, Fintuilasse…”His voice was low as they stood there a moment longer, just enjoying the feelof the embrace.

“And I love you…” Her voicequivered as she stroked his cheeks a bit more, memorizing his features for theweek he would be gone. She would’ve said more, but in the next moment he wasgone, already trotting along right beside the rest of the warriors, his handwaving to her as they marched out the gates. Finduilas gave him the bestreassuring smile as she waved her arms at him as well.

Now it was just a waitinggame.

~

The elleth was knelt in thedirt, hands going to work on removing the weeds and what not that grew withinthe gardens of her little flet in the kingdom. She had grown this one, withhelp from Galadir, of course. She barely had a green thumb. She could doeverything else but keep a plantalive. But, so far, so good. She sat up and on her knees, the sound of hoovesand a carriage catching her attention. Were the soldiers home already?

Excitement welled in herchest as she quickly scrambled up from her position and her feet carried hertowards the entrance of the kingdom, but she slowed as she saw not those thathad left, but strangers carrying cloaks and personal belongings to those whohad left just a week ago. Where was everyone? This wasn’t right. She watched asthe red cloak of the marchwarden was handed to Galadriel, and it seemed asthough her light seemed to dim, the cloak in her hands feeling almost like aheavy stone. She sat upon the stairs, the burden of her adopted son’s deathalmost too much to handle at this point in time.

A young, mortal soldier,came up to her and gentle tugged on her sleeve. Her already glossy orbs found hisfeatures, and he too seemed sad. He handed her a folded silver and blue cloak.She almost handed it back to him and told him he was wrong, but as she foldedback the hood, she saw a heartsease blossom, it’s petals stained dark withblood. It took almost everything in her not to break down right then and there.She could barely hear the mortals as they said that the carriage carrying allthose who were deceased would arrive within a few days’ time. Her hand smoothedover the cloak like it had the day he left; that’s when the tears began to flowfrom over her lids and down her cheeks.

This was all wrong. Thisshouldn’t be happening.

Her mind replayed him makingthe silly little gesture, that bright smile and gleaming eyes.

They were all wrong. Galadirwasn’t dead. There…she couldn’t believe that there was any way he could be.They’d been training so hard! They’d been teaching each other so much!

Finduilas thanked the youngsoldier in front of her, held the cloak to her chest, and made her way out ofthe square.

She followed the river,followed the beaten path, and when she could smell honeysuckle and rose juicefilled her senses. Fin closed her eyes, letting the warmth and smell of theirlittle area fill her senses, but she lost her footing on one of the rock beds,and she fell, barely catching herself at the last minute. The cloak and blossomhad fallen just some little ways away, but she couldn’t bring herself to getup. She let her forehead rest against the grass, letting her tears run freelynow that she was in the silence. Her fists struck the ground, her sobs unableto be stopped. She pulled herself up and onto her knees, but couldn’t get upfrom her crunched position.

Everything felt heavy…itfelt like she would just wake up from this nightmare and everything would beokay. Blindly, she reached around for the cloak, and when she found it, shebrought it back to herself and held onto it tightly, his essence filling her senses,but that only fueled the tears to fall faster.

How could he do this to her?He promised…he said everything would be okay. That mellifluous voice promisingthings she wanted to hear, whispering sweet nothings to her the night before.Her fingers wrapped tightly in the fabric, holding it close to her, begging theValar to give her back the only person she had left.

She could see that smile,the gleaming sunlight behind him as he laughed at her ridiculously stupidjokes. She could just imagine his fingers running through her trusses, lullingher to sleep after a bad night. The way they had been adding onto the shack tomake it so much bigger for them, for a familythat they wanted to have.

The ache for his skin uponher own was felt, her heart feeling as though it was being ripped from herchest as she just sat there in the dirt. Her sounds had ceased, but the tearsdid not. They still fell, as if waiting for a gentle, calloused hand to runalong her skin and wipe them away.

But she knew it wouldn’tcome.

The sun fell behind theclouds, and not soon after, did the rain begin to fall. She sat up straightthis time, her eyes finding the sky, and she lifted herself into the cool dropletsof the rain. They hit her skin, the chill not seeming to bother her now. Maybethis was the Vala’s sign that they, too, were weeping for the loss of all thosewho had perished in Helm’s Deep. She sat back on her heels, keeping the cloakjust underneath her own, so that the rain could not was away what was left ofhis cologne. For a long while, she sat there, just beneath the trees, lettingeach and every last drop of rain water fall upon her without any hesitation tomove.

When all had stopped and theair was still around her, did she begin to stand. She moved towards the shack,opened up the door, and moved inside. All of their belongings they shared justwithin, the space just having been big enough, so far, to fit their bed, a fire pit, and a few areas for cookingand dining.

She placed her hand againsthis handwriting along her side of the bed, the ink having since long dried, thewords he spoke to her often, now resonating in her head.

‘I love you. For all that you are, all that you have been, and have yetto be’. It’s scrawl in perfect Quenya. Though, she had written it down forhim, but he painted it out one day while she was gone in the market. She leanedher head against the wall, letting her fingers gently trace the loops and dotsof the words.

‘You’ll have to forgive me, Galadir…but without you, I fear I willbecome nothing more than an empty shell…’ Her heart felt so heavy, it didn’teven feel as if she could lift her head from looking at the sheets that hadbeen strewn about from their last position of when they got out of bed the dayhe left. She sat on the edge, holding the cloak tight in her arms once more,thinking, trying to remember every detail she had burned into her memory. Hiseyes. His nose. His cheeks…the way that if he smiled, you could see just a hintof a dimple. The way his brow would furrow if she said something strange, theway his hands would trace her back to make her feel better…the way his voicewould crack if she said something that flustered him.

‘…will you wait for me in the halls, or shall I see you again inValinor? I hope you can wait just a while longer…for I don’t believe I’m toofar behind you…wait for me, Galadir…’