#gezelligheiid :: elen

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

For: @gezelligheiid :: Elen Muse: Elrohir Prompt: Wasted

there was a flicker of visible relief upon crossing into the Trollshaws. it was a sign that home wasn't far away now, nor were their beds and for some, their families. despite the lateness of the evening, the Dúnedain didn't stop to make camp. not when Tornhad was just a few miles away. however, not all of the group were heading there.

after parting ways with the Rangers, it took another few minutes before the familiar sight of the Bruinen Ford came into view. Elrohir gave a tired smile to the guards as his grey mare put on a sudden burst of speed, only slowing once they reached the stables. practiced hands made quick work of caring for his companion and soon, the horse was happily settled in.

it took him just a moment to drop off his travelling gear in his room and then went to find his father. a activity that normally resulted in the Lord being found working in either their office or the Healing Halls. bemusement crossed the young elf's features when there wasn't any sign in either location; which was unusual.

Elrohir opted to go past his father's rooms on the way to his own, passing some shocked looking elves on route. he was planning to knock but the rather strong scent of alcohol made him decide otherwise. slipping inside soon revealed the reason: Elen was wasted. drinking wasn't something that he tended to see them do; even rarer, did they drink themselves into this kind of state. but when it happened, it was often for a reason.

"Ada?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

@gezelligheiid

In the quiet stillness of the evening, Mablung sat under the branches of an elm in mediation. His eyes were turned upwards to the stars, drinking in the beauty of it all.

But he was not oblivious to his surroundings.

"You may sit with me, if you like. I do not mind."

[princguard-a]

" Elen..." Lark muttered as she limped into their study. She watched them for a moment making medicine and huffed.

" I don't suppose you could spare a moment to look at my knee? I fell off my horse a bit ago."

@gezelligheiid

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

For: Elrond :: @gezelligheiid​​ Unspecified Muse: Hal Verse: Liked for a Halloween starter

  Tham Lumren or the Shady Halls. Settled within the Angle of Mitheithel. A area between Eregion and the Trollshaws, not far from Imladris. Home to the elf-lord Elrond, his family and kin. As well as being a place where the children of the Northern Dúnedain, especially the heirs of their Chieftains, could grow up in safety.

  For the most part, the twisted spirits who resided within the once tree covered Shady Halls were left to their own devices. No one cared much for the reminders of the past and the eerie cold chill that tended to surrounded the areas where the Dead still haunted the land. Yet that was not the case for ALL of those, who often made the journey to the hidden valley.

  It was the one night of the entire year when many considered the Veil between the Living and Dead to be at it’s thinnest. When old ruins that teemed with spirits and lands like the Barrow-downs were remained free of all visitors, including the hardiest of travellers. But that was not the case tonight. In a corner of Tham Lumren, a Ranger seemed to be curled up fast asleep.

  The gender-fluid Esteldin Commander who had missed a meeting with Lord Elrond four days earlier. And who had seemingly vanished into thin air, just before entering the Trollshaws. No one had heard or even seen her during that time. Yet it was the eerie chill that crept through the Angle and leeched warmth from those outside of Imladris, that caught the attention of Elladan and Elrohir.

“Ada? There’s something going on.”

[vaciena]

“Yes, I know how to use this, so I’d be a lot more polite if I were you.” (From Elen to Leb and lbr they probably have a butter knife to be sassy lmao)

@gezelligheiid | Stabby Starters

Celebrimbor looked at the knife, and then back up at Elen. The little thing shone in the firelight, hardly wider than a finger and about as sharp, completely non-threatening. Terrifying. Truly. They were outdoing themselves this time. His lip twitched but smoothed it out before he could actually smile, giving them a look of absolute sincerity as he straightened in his seat.

“Of course, my lord. Whatever can I do to make it up to you?”

[adamantiiine-a]

* ✧ ∗ @gezelligheiid  liked for a starter with maedhros !

Maedhros is not exactly what one would consider a nurturing soul. Even though he’d had six younger brothers to practice on, he had never really been soft, or gentle, or found it easy to comfort others. Now, that’s even more apparent. He’s a harsh realist, and cannot quite see the purpose in softening a harsh and painful world. 

As such, he’s never been the best with children. And yet... Kano has brought the twins back to Himring with them. 

Maedhros realizes that he’ll eventually need to try to reach out to them. Not at first-- he gives them time first, gives Kano time.  He waits for almost two months before he knocks on their door. He doesn’t say anything-- he’s not sure what to say. 

[loyalservants]

( Continuation | @gezelligheiid )

    ❝ And you too little, yonya. ❞

    The elder elf let out a soft sigh as they pulled the bandages snuggly around the young man’s arm. It was common for young men to find themselves off adventuring, scrapes and bruises were part of the growth from child to man. Perhaps it was the downfall of having a father so well versed in medicine that scratches were cared for all the same as large gashes and broken bones alike. Or, more likely, the Lord had grown protective of their Estel.     Their cheeks puffed out slightly, letting out a low whitling sigh as they stepped away and crossed their arms,

   ❝ Ai Elbereth, how I have kept my hair black with you in my house is a mystery indeed. ❞

    Just a slight point of their old Qenya accent came through, enough to know that they were indeed irritated, though not angry with him. Far and few between were the days they were truly angry with Estel or any of their children despite their antics. And yet, for their irritation at his nonchalant nature, they softened; grey eyes still warm with compassion and worry as their arms unfolded and fell to their sides. A soft, slim smile, gently brushing a hand over his hair.

    ❝ Troublesome child. ❞

                                          YOUNG Estel was fond of the oak tree not so far from their home. From the top, he could overlook the  GREY  rivers rolling and he could listen to the flock of sparrows twittering. A young man beginning to blossom, he had grown to  LOVE  all things alive. He had loved the  TREES  and the  FLOWERS . 

                                          Upon his atya, he grinned,   ❝ Well I always will have  YOU  to care for me. You’ve proven just that today ! ❞   He then looked at his arm,  GENTLY  moving it, stretching to see if it hurt. No, it did not sting as much as he had entered Elentelumë’s home afore. 

                                          Glancing back onto them again, his grin turned  WARMER  and he leaned against his palm as they ran their fingers through his unkempt hair.   ❝ Yet you  LOVE  me still. The very thing that has  CHARMED  you, mayhap ? ❞   said the young Dúnedain with a  SWEET  fluttering of his lashes. A mere jest but indeed he loved them so, for whatever had become of his father by blood, he had Elentelumë.

                              ❝ Were you the same when you were younger, atya ? ❞

[nyarnarfuinello-blog]

“ i never meant to be here for so long ” (from Elen/Elrond to Olòrin?)

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He understands the feeling. It is not only this form that is weary– his spirit too has tired. Soon, he hopes, the shadow will be lifted, and peace will be restored.

A gentle smile crinkles his face, though, and he turns a soft gaze upon Elen. 

❝ Soon, my friend. ❞ 

The words are spoken with hope. Mithrandir cannot assure them for certain of this. Yet as long as light remains, there is hope that they might see the end of this fight. 

( @gezelligheiid )

[admirableringmaker]

gezelligheiid​:

They weren’t oblivious to the power of Maia— they two shared some piece of it, but there remained something of awe in seeing such a tower that had been built in hours rather than years. Of course, a fear came with it. Left feeling so small and lethargic only to be brought before a monument. Elen remained silent, though their gaze was cast upward: no top could be seen. It was drawn back by the offer to be carried, ears shifting just slightly before they blinked and looked away to the stairs.

“… With all your power, can you not simply have us appear there?”

Sauron clenched his jaw. It was more amusing to humilate and frighten his prisoners. But then he placed a hand on Elen’s shoulder, and then the room shifted and melted away into the tower. The effort it took him was clear on his face - shifting flesh was always harder than shifting stone. But now he relaxed freely on one of the couches.

“I hope you shall enjoy the company of the stars.”

💔 (wreck me. From either Mae or Elen— whomever is most appealing 👀)

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.

Was it the pits of Dol Guldor or the deep dungeons of Mordor that Elen found themselves? Did it matter? One was no worse than the other. It was wet and damp and cold - except when the Lord was near, as he was now. His very presence made the cell almost unbearably warm.

"Hush now, my little elf," he crooned, dark laughter in his mocking tone, as he pressed a kiss to his prisoner's lips. He tasted of bitter iron and ash. "I will not leave you alone for long. I just have to get a few things ready for you. Do not be too lonely while I am gone."

[lordofthegoldenflower]

[ groom ] (from Elen <3 )

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . @gezelligheiid

Glorfindel froze when he felt Elen's gentle hands in his hair, straightening his braids from where they must have been knocked askew. "Thank you," he said softly, a light blush on his cheeks.

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

For: Elen | @gezelligheiid

"Ada? You have some visitors- well two are. The other's more of a long lost family member, who's just returned home."

Elladan slipped into the garden, followed by Arwen. the latter of whom was trying and failing to stop herself from literally bouncing with excitement and happiness.

[princguard-a]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 ����𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 ?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

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[rangers-are-cool-moved]

"Some do follow their father’s footsteps down to the T. But there are countless others who prefer to make their own way forward. Their own mistakes. Otherwise we get stuck in a never-ending loop we can’t get out of."

Hal, Commander of Esteldin

[vaciena]

👀+ so curu, on the topic of your son's suitors, what do you think of the little half elven healer?

@gezelligheiid | send 👀 plus a question for an honest answer

“I’m sorry, do you want to get me killed by my brother for speaking ill of his precious child? He’s ridiculously protective. But, well, I don’t mind them. They’re very timid and seem somewhat terrified of life, but they clearly adore my son and are quite capable as a healer. They’re also surprisingly strong-willed, considering outside appearances. Decent.”

[adamantiiine-a]

* ✧ ∗ @gezelligheiid  liked for a starter with eluréd !

For one so in-tune with the Unseen as Eluréd, the recognition is instant, though they know not the younger’s name. Combat comes not so easily to them, yet, defense does-- many a time they have saved the life of an unwary traveler beset upon by dark creatures. 

This young one, though, is not merely a traveler. 

Eluréd moves through the trees easily as one of the forest creatures, staff brandished, and strikes down the assailants one after another. Killing none but incapacitating all, and then turning to the young one. 

- Are you unharmed? - 

[loyalservants]

"there’s something about this place that strips away all the joy and hope of being alive." (from Mae or Elen for Mai)

( Deep River, Shūsaku Endō | @gezelligheiid )

                                     MAIRON glanced upon her betrothed and she leaned against him, fingers gliding up his arms as she stood behind him, both hands found themselves upon his shoulders then and she placed her head upon his, their  AUBURN  tresses treading and blending. She looked upon his reflection in the cracked and filthy looking-glass, beholding the sight of him. He was fair– Well-Shaped One indeed !

                                     Her brown eyes faded and were replaced by the flaming eyes that brought terror upon those whom declared her Enemy. She hummed, as if she had to think of what he just told her but she knew just why  JOY  and  HOPE  could not thrive in the dark stronghold of Angband.

                                    ❝ T’is better to be here than to rot with thy betraying family, at least here, ❞   she pressed her lips against his ear and with her alluring voice, she murmured,   ❝ Thou art appreciated. ❞