#elven rp

[yiska-h]

“And remind our people, that it is not strength that overcomes darkness, but light” - Galadriel

The Rings of Power, 2024.

[elvesandsuch]

“𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.” ✞

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

You had been difficult all day long and dressed they way you were dressed. Elrond knew the only way you were going to be put in your place was back in your room with your legs in the air screaming his name.

[thecouncil-official]

why’d you make Sophie wear the ability restrictor

girl idk i was feeling silly goofy that day

@therealsophieelizabethfoster

In all honesty though, the Elven Council has their own personal reasons to do so, which they will not be sharing to the public. Thank you.

[karmasunseeker]

My femaile Dunmer Narussa i painted

[sewing-elven-maid]

🎨

@fallensmith

((Hope you like this one :D))

[absentia-misere]

I'm not typically one to fangirl over Shart but I'd be lying if I said she wasn't catching Absentia's eye.

[ask-mithrun]

"Heard you got hit upside the head a few days ago and you've been hit with a spot of amnesia. Suppose now's as good an opportunity as ever to ask what your favourite drinks are. It'd make my job easier, having a better idea of what you actually like before I make an ass of myself giving you things you don't."

-- @halffootguildofficial

Amnesia... sure— you can say that.

But to answer your question—It would be our national drink for our country, you as a bartender would know what that is, wouldn't you :) ? It's amazing. It's extremely sweet, with sugar important to the southern region of our nation, and the leaves farmed from a certain city in the norteast. Sigh... perhaps the biggest tradegy of my predicament is that i can not try it as of late...

I am a fan of our elven liquor as well, of course! Though i dont really drink as much anymore since i do act a little roudy whenever im intoxicated, ahaha---.

Though... What job would require a half foot like you to need my favorite drink? Perhaps you're concocting a menu that is elf themed? Ahah, that would be such a sight to see. Perhaps my interest is piqued by that idea.

...such a strange survey....

[promisesofstone]

Continued from here

@sewing-elven-maid Clearly he had been traveling for quite some time. There was something in him, something like sadness, but not only that. Maybe it was fear. She had come to the river to wash some clothes, but perhaps that could wait a bit. She put down the basket full of laundry and approached the younger elf. At that point Molinde smiled gently. "I am older than I would like to admit. I do not mean any harm." She made a small pause. "Worry not, young Lord. This is not my land, rather the land belonging to the Last Homely House. Everyone is welcome here and no judgements are passed." She gave him another quick look. "Perhaps I can offer you a warm bath and some refreshments before you leave again. How does this sound? We are not far from my house." She grabbed the basket of laundry and waited for him. "My name is Molinde. I used to be one of the seamstresses and embroiderers providing for pretty much the entire Beleriand. But times have changed and I have settled here."

Everyone was welcome?

Lómion doubted such benevolence would extend to the traitor of Gondolin, not after the harm he had caused. A wry smile curled briefly at the corner of his mouth, dark eyes staring past Molinde at the river. The woman seemed kind enough, and yet Lómion knew if she were to discover his true identity she'd shed that compassion. They all did. He was not a creature to be pitied but one to chase away. An ill omen. A curse.

Worse still, it could be a trap. A way to lure him into bondage, where he could face the consequences of his betrayal at long last. It was a fate Lómion knew would come to him one day, when the right people discovered he had (somehow, by the intervention of Morgoth, they would think) survived his execution at the hands of Tuor.

Stupid man could never do anything right.

The bitter thought rose unbidden and he swallowed it, hating himself all the more. It would only be what he deserved, if she was indeed luring him to his doom.

"Whose house is it? This Last Homely House. Who is it's Lord or Lady? I may not be as welcome as you insist..."

He did not give his name in return. He dare not.

[spitedriven]

after his assertion of being first talon, lucanis takes a few months or so to settle into the role. there's an attempt at his life, but it wasn't particularly threatening and not worth mentioning.

it's towards the end of his first year that he starts to put his plans into action.

first, he wants to genuinely help antiva recover. the aantam occupation left many scars, and some of the most hurt are children throughout the country. so he purchases an old, decrepit monastery, funds it's rebuilding and renovation (supplying quite a few jobs to those in need along the way), and opens an orphanage. a true, non-chantry, non-crow orphanage, where the children are cared for. and due to it being an old monastery, the grounds are self-sustaining, with food and livestock grown on site. while lucanis sets up a large trust for them, they also have the means of supporting themselves through trade and crafts.

the second is that he finds his first apprentice. he was unsure of how best to expand house dellamorte--the last few generations had done so through marriage and the birth of children, leading to an actual blood related family for a house, unlike many other crow houses. caterina certainly would prefer it to continue that way, but (romanced or not) lucanis is unsure if that's wise. he's not sure he'd want to put his children through crow training. he doesn't have the heart to do to them what caterina did to him, even if it was for the best.

the idea of training any child like that churns his stomach.

but along comes an sickly old man, señor aiello. he knows he's going to die soon, his cough ensures it. he heard of the opening of a new orphanage, but he wants more for his goddaughter. she's his last surviving family. she's quiet and watchful and serious but sharp as a needle, and he knows in a group environment like that, she'll wither. he hopes that by begging one of the great crow houses, they'll take her and care for her.

aiello is on his knees, hands shaking, tears in his eyes. lucanis can't say no, his heart won't let him.

so chiara aiello comes to stay with the dellamortes. and chiara says, every night, that it is her dying wish--an intense phrase to hear from a seven year old--to become a crow.

lucanis and caterina fight endlessly for a month over whether or not to do such a thing. caterina wins, but only with the caveat that lucanis is the one to teach chiara. the only one.

lucanis tells chiara that her training will be difficult. it will be terrible, and she will suffer, and she will hurt. it is not glorious. the life of an assassin is dangerous. an assassin--and a crow--deals in death and witnesses suffering and misery like no other. being a dellamorte, being the first talon's apprentice, will make her a target. she will not be safe. not with the work he has to do. not with the change he wants to bring to the crows.

"i understand." chiara, grey eyes hard as any steel, chin set, says with her whole being. "when do i start my training?"

lucanis gives chiara three outs: the first a month into her training, the second after a year, and the third after her second year. he front loads all the most generic training--acrobatics, etiquette, general education, self defense. he takes her to other houses and shows her the more senior fledglings--shows her her future, if she continues. he makes the training and methods as clear as possible, both the rewards and the punishments. lucanis tells her each time to take an entire day and reflect, to consider what she wants. that he will buy her an apprenticeship anywhere she desires if she would like to leave.

and every morning after he offers, chiara says, "thank you for your generous offer, first talon, but i want to be a crow. i want you to train me."

chiara dellamorte is the first fledgling under lucanis, but far from the last.

[chloevazquezart]

Lately I was on a painting kick and made this Dragon Age tarot card of my oc Jolene Leclair, an Orlesian City Elf thief also known as "Magpie" 🪶 I used assets and brushes from @bunabi's free patreon brushes as well as the brushes from @paperwick's tarot card resources! Please go check out these wonderful artists if you have not already!

[exodus4-12]

𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔡𝑦 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝓘𝔫𝔠𝔲𝔟𝔲𝔰

𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦'𝔰

𝔊𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯

[thecouncil-official]

Fun Fact: Recent studies have shown that over 2% of requests sent the the Elven Council are accepted! You can really tell they consider your problems! We encourage you to send us your issues where they will be considered! With this efficient system, we are able to make sure you are enjoying your pleasant lives in the Elven World!

[fortitudina]

Lakern County, California has always been a quaint part of the busy US state. It is renowned for its tourist hotspots and idyllic beaches, along with mountains and scenery that is nothing short of a Photographer’s dream. It is surprising that there is much in the way of real estate to go when the county boasts as much as it does ~ and the prices of homes are not out of even a first-time buyer’s budget! Why, might you ask, is a county with much to offer, not being snapped up and lived in by as many as possible? Is there more to the county that is being kept covered up and a secret?

Lakern County is an Indie Sandbox Roleplay Group Server. You must be 18+ to join.

Overview of Lakern County + Rules of the Server Towns of Lakern County Laws & Lores for Species. Important NPCs. Discord

[fallensmith]

“Who did this?” (Molinde)

Celebrimbor hesitated, unsure how to respond. Had he time to prepare, he might have brushed it off as a simple accident in the forge or a trip and fall. Anything, really. The silence, however, with the wide eyes and the way he had frozen after being caught borrowing Mirdania's makeup, made those easy explanations impossible.

"Worry not," He finally managed, brushing dark hair out of his eyes, wincing only slightly as his own knuckles dragged across the bruised and split skin. "An accident. He did not mean to harm me. Heat of the moment."

@sewing-elven-maid

[forlornprodigy]

/ if you've been wondering where i've been.... i binged watched the hobbit. i have a major crush on thranduil. and legolas. mostly thranduil.