#corunir

[a-lonely-dunedain]

looking respectfully

[chaos-corvus]

So, Corunir... You're a fully grown Man, and I'm a little River Hobbit. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, fine gift. I'm sure I'll be able to put it to use, somehow.

[corunir]

*makes this pop up in your status effects*

*it won't go away*

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

can I get uhhhhh #83 combo with a side of #15 for whichever character you most feel like bullying?

83- trapped + 15- shaking hands

:)

it's less about the hands and more the all of him. i'm bullying corunir again <3 (but he gets a hug!)

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“Corunir.”

“Corunir, wake up!”

He does. Mostly. 

His heart is still pounding and every breath is a struggle and when he opens his eyes it’s dark. 

“Corunir?”

There are hands on his shoulders, holding him down. The ground is hard against his back and cold through his shirt.

“Can you hear me?”

It’s Golodir’s voice, steady and barely even worried- and so at odds with the last sounds Corunir can hear in his mind. Golodir’s voice, speaking of regrets and misplaced guilt and a deep, terrible pain none of them can ease. The rattle of chains. Corunir screws his eyes shut and turns his head away. Please, don’t! It could have been his own voice. He doesn’t quite remember, but he feels every inch of the terror and the begging in it, so it might as well have been him.

“Corunir?” Golodir’s voice is softer now, almost gentle. “Are you hurt?” He shakes his head, eyes still shut. His breath still shudders in his chest. Golodir’s hands leave his shoulders and his eyes fly open, seeking, wide. Golodir is crouched over him, not geared for battle, no clinking, crunching mail in sight. No cell bars and no bonds. Something in his face relaxes when he sees Corunir’s eyes. “There. Can you hear me?” Corunir nods. No! Golodir, please, stop! He had screamed his throat raw in the dream, but the only thing he feels there now is a terrible lump building to either a sob or a scream.

“Steady,” Golodir says as Corunir struggles for another breath. He takes Corunir’s hands and settles them flat against Corunir’s chest, his own hands overtop. “Breathe.” He thinks I’m panicking, Corunir thinks. It’s far for the best the words aren’t said out loud. The hysteria in his voice would have told a different story from the words. Well, I am, but that’s not why- not why this. He can’t remember details. He doesn’t want to. It’s enough as it is. Please… Corunir chokes on his next breath and Golodir’s hands tighten on his before they relax, as if he has to force it. Corunir sits up, coughing, and before Golodir can steady him Corunir crushes him into a hug hard enough he can hear the air whoosh from Golodir’s lungs.

“Don’t,” Corunir whispers. “Please, Golodir.”

“What?” Golodir’s voice is strained and Corunir loosens his grip only enough to let Golodir breathe.

“Don’t-” Trapped, held, threatened. Golodir-in-the-dream had a plan, but he can’t remember, waking, what it was, only that it had filled him with horror and terror sharper than the Watchers. It’s an old fear, though, one that’s lingered since before the journey south. If the strength of his heart or arm alone could keep Golodir here Corunir would have done it already, grabbed and not let go, but it can’t, he can’t, it’s not enough. And eventually it won’t be, and it only takes one time not being enough to lose him forever. Corunir groans and curls forward and Golodir holds him, and Corunir clings as if that will keep him here, convince him not to- not to-

“Shh. It’s alright.” Golodir holds him as he sobs into his shoulder, his entire body wracked with tremors. If he suspects or guesses what Corunir dreamed, he says nothing of it. He wraps a blanket around Corunir’s shoulders and rubs gentle circles on his back. Corunir doesn’t know if they’re alone. He doesn’t care. He can only hope dawn will burn away the terror of the dream as well as it will the memory.

[poetry-draws]

Go go Regular Rangers! Mighty, Moving, Regular Rangers!

@isi7140's machination :P

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Corunir vs Elulindo

Corunir:

Ranger of the North; part of Golodir's company. Waited for his trapped friends for years (Lord of the Rings Online character)

he's a ranger of the north who followed his captain to angmar despite aragorn very specifically telling them 'hey, angmar's super dangerous, Do Not'. most of his friends got stuck and/or killed by some haunted statues, and he kept trying to cross the statues to go help them (failed many times til they almost killed him) and just waited for them on the other side for years before he managed to get a message back to the rest of the rangers. love his friends So Much and will not stop following them into stupid dangerous situations

Canonically the ranger who would give the best hugs

he's loyal to a fault, staying behind (alone) in the dread-realm of Angmar just desperately hoping for word from his captain. He couldn't make it further east to where Golodir was because of a valley of powerful watching stones that killed like half of their company when they passed through them the first time. Corunir was trapped on the west side while the survivors made it east, but kept trying to pass them for years and years "until my very spirit was broken within me" as he puts it. like. dude. this poor guy! he kept throwing himself at the valley of death-statues for years and he somehow survived. he was broken by it but he did it out of that stubborn loyalty, because "I could not abandon my captain" :( he just wants his friends to be ok!!! I'm literally so normal about him. also he's somewhere on the aroace spectrum. this is canon probably dude just trust me. we love an aroace-spec king

Elulindo:

Elulindo was the son of the Teleri king Elwë, whose name was later changed to Olwë.

HE'S SILLY. he's olwe's son. he's earwen's older brother. he's one of the reasons finarfin loved alqualonde so much (love grew between finarfin and the sons of olwe!!!). no mention in published canon means you can grab him and do literally anything, the world is your oyster

Round 1 masterpost

[hallothere]

tag your lad

[incorrectlotroquotes]

Corunir: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Corunir: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

[find-the-path]

Fun wip game!

Fires in the North - Lord of the Rings Online fic centered on Aderthor & Corunir in Angmar, a region dominated by the False-king and blocked off from the rest of Eriador. Amathan & Lastadron crash the party from the North Downs by getting past the Ram Dúath barricade, and the four of them travel deeper into Angmar in search of the Lost Company. Aderthor, Amathan, and Lastadron are all OCs, and the first two are long-lost brothers. Corunir is a character from LOTRO.

lighter the more it gets dark - Star Wars Prequel/Original fic starring post-Order 66 Feemor and the gaggle of kids he got out of the Temple. Kids are all OCs.

The tower of Ages - Lord of the Rings/LOTRO fic. Lehtion follows Eldacar from Rhovanion to Gondor, particularly Calenardhon, during the Kinstrife. Centuries later during the War of the Ring, Lehtion returns to Calenardhon and finds a nation of horse-lords sprung up in his absence, along with a foolhardy minstrel who has decided to be a hero. Lehtion & Aharan are both OCs.

Demonstrably Haunted - LOTRO short fic, feat. the Rangers of Ithilien fooling the orcs that the ruins of Haerondir are infested with ghosts with tricks and eerie-sounding horns. And then they acquire a ghost. No OCs.

"kick-in-the-pants" writer's game!

Rules:

Reblog this post and put the names/working titles of your wips in either the tags or your reblog. (You may add a brief bio/ship name/any other info if desired)

Your followers can send you the name of one of the wips in an ask, and are welcomed and encouraged to send multiple.

For each wip title you recieve, work for a five minute sprint on writing that wip!

Respond to their ask with one of your favorite lines you wrote during that sprint!

(to encourage community spirit, it is suggested to send an ask to the person you reblogged it from, and whoever reblogs it from you)

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

if you take submissions, may I offer my favorite status effect in the game? (he's worried)

Yes!

[find-the-path]

Fires in the North! You had my attention at the word “Corunir”

(for this ask game)

It is probably the oldest of the wips I mentioned, but is very loose for now as I haven't been focusing on writing this year as much as past ones. Structure is the problem with it now, so that was what I worked on for the sprint. Here's a snippet :D

The dwarves’ camp sat atop an outcrop of Nan Gurth, set between two Iron Crown roads that never bothered to investigate the lonesome-looking cliff. On one side, the swamps of Imlad Balchorth lay beyond a sickly sweet-smelling fog. On the other, sheer darkness blended with the black stoniness of Angmar.

The dwarves had named it Myrkworth, in honor of the view.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

ok question! related to this post by @gwynbleiddyn that I see resonated with the folks here on lotro tumblr:

the devs have given you permission to add 1 (one) quest of your design into the game, specifically doing something fun/low-stakes with one or more Rangers post-war. What are you doing and with which Ranger(s)?

I'll go first: (under the cut bc it got longer than intended)

Corunir has been enlisted to help do repairs in the lower circles of Minas Tirith. And by "enlisted" I mean "Corunir Does Not Know How to Take A Break and needs to be constantly helping people, so he showed up wouldn't leave until the foreman gave him something to do"

Now, as this quest would have to be located in Minas Tirith Midsummer, the foreman is not particularly comfortable saddling this war-hero with busywork when he should be celebrating the end of the war he helped bring about! nevermind that that's what literally every other quest in midsummer is making the PC do shh don't worry about it

ANYWAY, he's got a plan, but he needs your help with it. Around dusk, he wants you to tell Corunir that there's some repairs that need done on the top of the wall at east side of the 2rd circle, which coincidentally just so happens to be where the best view of the fireworks they're setting off at the gates is. Also be sure to bring along this plate of snacks and some comfy pillows to sit on.

so when Corunir gets up there he's like "that's weird, I don't see any damage up here-" and then he sees the fireworks starting to go off, that you brought snacks, and puts two and two together and is like "oh darn, it looks like I've been tricked into watching a fireworks show, you devious trickster you (affectionate)"

so you guys get to hang out and watch the fireworks for a bit, and afterwards Corunir laughs at the fact that you literally had to trick him into relaxing and having a good time. Perhaps you have a point, he should allow himself some time to actually enjoy the peace they fought so hard for. He recalls Radanir had proposed the Rangers should do a pub-crawl later, and now thinks he should take him up on the offer. (and, of course, the PC should be allowed to join in, but alas I'm only allowed to add One quest as per my own rules lol)

[loremastering]

narmeleths won the poll! thanks to those who voted for helping me decide <3 

[corunir]

felt cute, might almost die trying to cross Rammas Deluon again later

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

Treats and Trickery!!!! Eth doesn't know if a Corunir fic will fit in her bag but she's hopeful

asdfd that is an adorable ethedis :D here is a little corunir fic for her:

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The sky is streaked with golden clouds gilt with the brilliance of the setting sun. It’s been years since he’s seen the sky this clearly, without the green-grey fog of Carn Dûm that shrouded sun and stars. South of the mountains, the Ram Dúath, the Earth-kin’s village, he beholds the hills of Nan Amlug again, the stone and trees that hide Esteldín, the plain that stretches west.

“I didn’t think I’d live to see this sight again,” Golodir murmurs beside him. Behind them, the rest of the company draws up, breathing the early, sweet spring air of the North Downs for the first time since they crossed the Rammas Deluon.

“Neither did I,” Corunir says, almost a whisper. Esteldín is so close- some of their number are bound that way, but he is not among those. The Grey Company has been summoned, and many of them will answer. 

The journey to Imladris will take them near the Angle, but they can’t stop to see family there, either. Duty will carry them south too swiftly. He wonders if it’s for the best, the way they left things when their company first went north.

[poetry-draws]

Lorniel lives Au where she gets to go to the midsummer fest and hang out with Corunir ;-; (yes I am still sad from just doing Those Quests)

Lorniel lives and coordinated her outfit with Corunir (and cut out the shoulders of her own dress)