#elven rp

[vhaenan]

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[yiska-h]

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

The Rings of Power, 2024.

[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.

[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

[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....

[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.

[wowstrawberrycow]

Roleplaying starter!⬇️

Elrond x Thranduil- modern AU similar to real world- raising little Legolas and Elrond's kids together

❌🎀18+ only! No Minors🎀❌

Warnings- PTSD dreaming, Death, Burn victim, Crossdressing, Dollification, Violence, Character trauma, Witch hunt, Discrimination trauma, LGBT discrimination trauma, Soft BDSM Lifestyle, Daddy/doll, Daddy kink, Hurt and comfort, Caregiver/doll

Hit me up if you're interested in this! This an emotional ride y'all!

Roleplay with me!💞 My starter for the story is right here!🥰⬇️

His heart ruptured and his battered face screamed upon having his soul ripped apart. Though, for all his screeching the deafening sound fell on no one. Discordant was his voice. Tears poured from his eyes. He remembered not what had wailed from his bleeding lips that were cut with his own teeth, save for the agonizing affliction that plagued his heart. Grotesque viscera splattered across his room. What little remains of his lover were scattered here and there in the soft flicker of the dying hearth. Freezing charges of death shocked straight through to his core. He had only just been aware of the bloodied stones that littered the floor and then the evidence of a cursed creature who seemed to be deliberately let loose inside his once lovely home. Thranduil collapsed, howling at the sight of one of his lovers' partially eaten limbs beside where he sat. His wrenching stomach could not handle the sight, thus its contents were sprayed across the floor. Then a new dawning of terror fell into his eyes.

“MY BABY! WHERE’S MY BABY!” his blood curdling squeal could be heard outside his home. He feared the worst. “ LEGOLAS! WHERE’S MY LITTLE LEAF! I NEED MY BABY!” Scrambling to his feet made no difference, but still he wrangled himself against the men who inevitably restrained him.Drawing each of his swords he cut them down one by one valiantly with tears streaming down his disturbed face. “WHERE’S MY BABY GODDAMNIT!” he screamed fighting for his elflings life. His sight soon faded.

With half lidded eyes he had felt hash splintered remains of pine at the pads of his fingers. A breeze caught itself against Thranduil’s naked body. Jeering of a taunting crowd surrounded him.He clearly was no longer in his cell of burning iron bars. His trial was swift as they usually were in those days. Though he wasn’t sure why they tried him when his lover was murdered with none. Perhaps it was because Thranduil was born a male? Those born outside of that demographic were not so lucky. His husband was one such soul. He was cursed to live a lie existing as a female. His only grace that came from that wretched body was now lost. Thranduil’s pride and joy was likely murdered that night too. It was then that sparks flew. The bittersweet smell of oak and pines combusted at an agonizing pace. The crackle of snapping twigs echoed through his ears like cannon blasts. For the moment he had no time to weep as his breath was stolen by evil relentless smoke. That soon changed. Rising flames reached his body, melting his skin away like butter. Inaudible screams erupted from his throat. His vision blackened.

Blindness took him, once moving he let out a loud yelp of pain. An infant's cry fired off. “Legolas! My baby! Is that my baby!?” Thranduil thrashed, feeling pain over take him into exhaustion. “WHERE’S MY SWEET BABY BOY!” the man cried loudly.

“I’ve got him. He’s right here. Hold still. You have to hold still. He’s safe I promise.” Elrond spoke urgently, pinning the invalid Thranduil down. He drew Legolas closer to his mother’s hand.

Thranduil felt around for the innocent little love then grabbed his tiny hand. “ I swear, I will not ever let anything like this happen to you. For as long as I breathe I will keep you safe little one.”

Thranduil’s eyes shot open from fitful slumber with sweat pouring from his entire self. His silken sheet stuck to his body causing unsettling shivers to creep over his skin. With darting eyes he desperately attempted to catch his breath when he sat up to finally see he was sitting in his room. He closed his eyes, pushing his hands down into the cushion of his hybrid mattress. The comfort of his modern setting did little for his heavy heart. Nights had always proven difficult for him to deal with since those days. The darkness felt like a desolate void ready to devour. Peering into the nothingness around him caused his breath to hitch. He touched his scared face with hyperventilating breaths. Gasping in panic he scrambled for the light. Devouring darkness was finally banished along with the ill things dwelled there: such as despair, haunting reflections, and crippling doubt.

His tightened chest threatened his breathing. Shallow breaths blurred his vision. Scampering to the shower he allowed the water to cleanse his body of sweat. With careful precision he was able to focus just enough to regain the glamor that concealed his past. With an aching need to feel beautiful he raided his hidden makeup drawers and large walk in closet. Seeking a way to separate him from ugly truths in his life he administered gorgeous makeup of sweet glittery pinks over his eyes, perfect winged liner, fanned lashes and burgundy lips. After dressing in a silky pale pink nightgown he felt nothing. He stared at his reflection for what seemed like an eternity, deeply needing something. What it was, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he needed it. While he eyed his phone he remembered his rules. With tapping feet and trembling fingers he sat waiting. He toiled with spaghetti straps and the gown's lacy edging while he quickly sent a text to his Lover.

Thrandy💄- Daddy.... I'm feeling it again... I've tried dealing with it alone, but I can't this time. I even followed your instructions....

Daddy ✨- I'm sorry you're dealing with that again dear. Sit yourself by the door and I'll be right over. Give me a call if you feel like doing something you'll regret.

Thrandy💄- Yes Daddy.

Broken out of his foreboding thoughts, he gasped hearing his phone finally buzz.

Daddy✨ - I'm at the door sweetie.

Thranduil dashed as quickly as he could, reaching for the door. Upon seeing Elrond standing there in front of him he bent down clinging to the man. Thranduil stammered uncharacteristically with shaking shoulders, "I tried ... I really did... I'm sorry for dragging you out here in the middle of the night. You didn't have to... I know it's late..." his breath hitched seemingly causing ripples that spread through his body. His limbs began to tremble as his eyes still glazed over with gruesome visions of his past. ”Please rescue me…. Like you did that day…Rescue me…”

[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

[vhaenan]

---------------She was a hurricane & a woman. She was the meaning of the word tempest. & she knew that what she touched broke & what she loved blew away in the fury of the wind and rain that she carried with her. A dark cloud, a spark in the dark. Lightening & thunder announced her coming. & only she alone stood in the eye of the storm, her storm, the crash & violence of herself. & there she was unreachable, untouchable, a hurricane && a woman.     — N.H.

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AVHANNETH "VETH" - EVANURIS - DRAGON AGE. BY FOX. HEADCANON-BASED.

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[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

[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.

[zert777]

[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!

[santaworksofficial]

Here’s Candy and Snowie, a snowy and a gingerbread girl

Candy is a sweet little girl from gingerbread town who loves to dream

Snowie is a snowman from the slopes, he’s a pretty soft guy