#How dare he think of me like that.

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Lindir, you’ve gotta have some sweet Eredin stories! What’s the most heart-melting thing he’s done for you?

Ah. Ah.

You ask for one story, but do you realize what you request?

How does one select a single moment when Eredin exists in a constant state of being utterly, unbearably sweet? It is an impossible task. I might as well be asked to count the stars or catalog every leaf in the valley.

But fine. Since you insist-

There was a day—years ago now, when Eredin was still new to the archives, still skittish as a fawn, still prone to clutching his quill like a lifeline whenever spoken to directly. I had been ill—nothing dramatic, nothing worthy of great concern, but enough to make my head foggy and my limbs sluggish. Enough that Elrond, in all his wisdom, had exiled me from my own duties and ordered me to rest. (A ridiculous command, truly. I was perfectly capable of continuing my work, and I told him as much. He responded by confiscating my writing implements and setting Glorfindel to watch me, which was an insult I shall never forget.)

Eredin, of course, took this matter with the utmost gravity.

It was as if my mild cold were a grave diplomatic incident requiring delicate maneuvering and constant vigilance. He did not say he was checking in on me—no, he simply appeared.

At first, it was small things: a cup of warm cocoa left within reach when I woke, an extra pillow subtly tucked behind my back, a thick woolen blanket I do not own but somehow acquired draped over my shoulders. I was suspicious.

Rightfully so.

And then—oh. Then.

The moment I will never forget.

One evening, as I pretended to be sleeping (so that Glorfindel would leave), I heard rustling near my bedside. A soft clink. The faintest murmur of words, barely audible. I cracked one eye open.

There was Eredin. My absurd, absurd assistant, kneeling beside my bed, arranging—arranging, with the most careful, studious expression—an assortment of small trinkets beside me. A smooth river stone. A tiny carved owl. A pressed leaf, golden with autumn. A minuscule, perfect pinecone.

I stared. He froze.

"Lindir!" he squeaked, voice pitching high enough to make the Valar wince. "You—oh, you’re awake, I didn’t—um, I was only—this is not what it looks like!"

"...What," I croaked, "does it look like?"

He turned a color so vivid I feared he might combust on the spot.

"You were unwell," he blurted. "And when someone is unwell, you bring them things! That’s what you do!"

"Things," I repeated.

He nodded frantically, hands flapping like a startled bird. "Yes! Things! Small things! Comforting things! I—I read about it once, somewhere, I think it was a book about warg behavior—but that is not important!"

And so I learned that in his worry, in his fervent desire to do something, my dear, ridiculous Eredin had apparently researched creatures in the wild and decided that surely the best course of action was to mimic them. Because if wolves and crows and all manner of beasts brought gifts to those they cared for, why should he not do the same?

I was stunned. I was speechless. I wanted to scream.

Instead, I picked up the small carved owl, turned it over in my palm, and said, very carefully, very softly, "Thank you, Eredin. I will treasure it."

And oh. Oh. You should have seen him.

His breath hitched. His eyes went impossibly wide. And then—oh, then—the most radiant, disastrously lovely smile broke across his face. A smile so full of pure, unguarded joy that I almost had to look away.

He fled before I could say anything else.

(And yes. Yes, I still have the owl. And the stone. And the leaf. And the pinecone. I keep them in a small wooden box, tucked safely away. Not that it is important. Not that it means anything.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[tubbytarchia]

maybe. I hope you guys never stop asking for ranchers

[clownowo]

🤨

bonus:

[doctormori]

hey wanna see a silly fucked up headcanon I had

HYPOTHETICALLY him drawing these triangles is a mindless cry for his parents, that maybe, if they weren't entirely gone, they'd be there watching him.

[egophiliac]

I feel like F/P/S was still a pretty weird one, even by Lance's standards.

sorry for (in an ironic twist) not doing much Ride Kamens art now that it's actually started; I've been pretty slow going through it and I feel weird posting about things I'm not caught up on! though I'm. definitely gonna have to set aside some time to actually get through episode 13, after what they posted today. (w-what did they do to my Leon) (NOBODY TELL ME I HAVE TO FIND OUT ON MY OWN) (LEOOOOOOOON)

[eyes-of-nine]

tfw when minibosses take you an average of like 8 attempts minimum but then you somehow manage to defeat your fav boss in the entire game on your first try :v

[nonpoppie]

tianjiu (food 4 me specifically)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[bakudekublogblog]

the way katsuki just IS izuku's first love drives me nutty. like he just had a big ole crush on him with his huge-ass heart eyes and he chased him around with maximum puppy-love smitten energy

[willowser]

not to be so disgusting and gross about gojo on the dash but i think he's such a flirty, teasing idiot that, when you show him genuine and true affection, he goes all somber and quiet.

like you come up to him after dinner and stand on your tip-toes and hug him for no reason, give him a fat kiss on the cheek for no reason, and he just — lets you. doesn't say anything, just kind of hums and lightly places his hands on your hips, so gently you might not even know they're there. you tell him, "i love you, thank you for eating with me," and he presses his mouth to the top of your head, lips squished, and says it back, but there's no jokes, no teasing remarks. he just allows himself to be weak and to bask in it, for as long as he can.

[shallowseeker]

I love when Sam is dumb, Dean is lazy, Cas is mean, or Jack is ruthless. It’s like getting your favorite skittle from a bag.

[hopeswriting]

daily life arc miura haru. does anyone know who i'm talking about. do you guys remember her. i still can't believe what happened to her 😔

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[gayness-and-mayhem]

Father Mulcahy being a spin the bottle champion is something that's so important to me actually.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY ITS THE SURGERY EPISODE BABY!!! ME AND THE HOMIES NEED SOME NEW FACES FOR OUR NEW PLAN, AND WHO BETTER TO GET THE JOB DONE THAN THE TWO MOST EVIL PEOPLE WE'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF HAVING OUR LIVES VIOLATED BY? I MEAN IT WOULD BE FUNNY. IT WOULD BE FUNNY.