#ch: inunir

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happy birthday to my baby inubean!!!

it’s May 1st which means it is my baby boy’s birthdayyy

yay for the inubean

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🔪!!

Inunir flinched at the sudden coolness of the blade, yet after that he dared not move another inch. The elf’s eyes were wide as they looked up to Mairon’s, yet despite the situation, there wasn’t exactly fear in them. Confusion and apprehension, yes, but fear? No. He trusted the Maia not to hurt him.

“What... are you doing?”

{ @lieutenant-of-darkness }

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OK so this blog is done now

both my my blogs have officially been updated. all my OC’s are here now so yay

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*throws inunir a treat*

*just blinks at the treat in mild confusion* ... Thank you? I.. think?

{ @antleredthrone }

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Because of the height difference between the two, Inunir didn’t have to bend down so much to get a better look at the wound. Without thinking he tore at the robe a bit to make the scratch easier to see, and to keep the wound away from the dirty fabric.

“Well this scratch still needs to be disinfected at the least! The spider could have been venomous or, at the least, I’m sure it wasn’t very sanitary..” Inunir rambled, his years of spending time with his mother in the healing wing coming into action.

After that he tore at a clean bit of the tattered robe (it took all of his strength) and bundled it up, then held it up against the gash.

“Hold that there? Even if you’re not bleeding too much, I bet the cleaners would appreciate you not tracking blood over the floors..”

“You could have been killed!” { from inubean }

(INUBEAN)

Thranduil looked down at the very large spider that had snuck into his garden, and that he himself had managed to beat into submission with a fallen branch and his breakfast knife. Inunir wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Perhaps, but this spider is not that large, and it was easily defeated.” He tried to hide the rips in his robes from where the spider had actually gotten him.

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is anyone interested in a Dragon Age verse with Inunir (or any of my other muses)?

just look at the bean ??? 

He’s a Dalish elf; I can’t decide if he’s a Halla Keeper Apprentice, or if he left his clan out of shame and ended up as a servant in Orlais. your pick if you’re interested!

i can of course make a DA verse for any of my other characters if you’re interested 

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Inunir was of course distracted (thankfully) from his ramblings by the little ruffle. He trailed off with a dazed blink, and his cheeks turned a little red at the realization of how caught up he was with his words.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Inunir remarked, a little happy smile settling again on his face.

“Well.. You probably want something more personal than roses, right? Are there any specific flowers or even just.. little thoughts or ideas that come to mind when you think of him..? Is there anything you just look at or think of, and he comes to your mind the next moment?”

"Inu, can you help me with this flower arrangement? I want to surprise Legolas."

Inunir was already excited once he heard that Miston wanted help with a flower arrangement, but to hear it was meant for Legolas? He seemed to only brighten up all the more. A wide grin settled on his face and chestnut eyes sparkled at the idea of helping with such a heartfelt gesture.

“What are you asking for? Of course I’ll help!” Inunir said excitedly, practically skipping over next to Miston. “What kind of arrangement are you thinking of? Bouquet? Wreath? Crown? What is it for? Something specific or just because? Do you have any little nicknames for the prince? What do you associate with him? Maybe you could incorporate something like that, give it a personal touch..”

Inunir was rambling on quickly and without stop, and it was likely that without gentle interruption, he wouldn’t stop for quite a while.

{ @driftinglightofthewoods I didn’t expect this to get so long but apparently Inu just got really excited }

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Inunir gave a quiet little coo, his heart feeling just a little bit warmer hearing Miston talk about Legolas. He was quick this time to snap back to the subject, though.

“Okay! That’s good! Hmm...” The smaller elf nodded, his features scrunching into a small frown as he went silent, brainstorming some ideas.

“What do you think of the addition of some berries in the bouquet? And I’m sure I can find some foliage in the middle of changing colors, what about that? I’ll need to get back to you about the flowers, but I’ll be sure to add some blue accents?”

"Inu, can you help me with this flower arrangement? I want to surprise Legolas."

Inunir was already excited once he heard that Miston wanted help with a flower arrangement, but to hear it was meant for Legolas? He seemed to only brighten up all the more. A wide grin settled on his face and chestnut eyes sparkled at the idea of helping with such a heartfelt gesture.

“What are you asking for? Of course I’ll help!” Inunir said excitedly, practically skipping over next to Miston. “What kind of arrangement are you thinking of? Bouquet? Wreath? Crown? What is it for? Something specific or just because? Do you have any little nicknames for the prince? What do you associate with him? Maybe you could incorporate something like that, give it a personal touch..”

Inunir was rambling on quickly and without stop, and it was likely that without gentle interruption, he wouldn’t stop for quite a while.

{ @driftinglightofthewoods I didn’t expect this to get so long but apparently Inu just got really excited }

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Inunir was more than a little bit shaken, but his worry for Thranduil overrode that for the time being. He could see that Thranduil wasn’t telling him something, or rather sense it – but whatever it was, he couldn’t tell.

“But it just-“ He started, his gaze turning to the now dead spider (up until that moment he’d been doing his best to avoid looking at the more than unpleasant sight). But on the way he caught sight of the tattered robes, and whatever words he had left to say died on his lips.

“Thranduil! Tell me- Tell me it only got your robes?!” He panicked, not waiting for the king to answer before he moved in to take a closer look.

“You could have been killed!” { from inubean }

(INUBEAN)

Thranduil looked down at the very large spider that had snuck into his garden, and that he himself had managed to beat into submission with a fallen branch and his breakfast knife. Inunir wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Perhaps, but this spider is not that large, and it was easily defeated.” He tried to hide the rips in his robes from where the spider had actually gotten him.