#gronthosargureos

[lordofthegoldenflower]

‘ I’ve got you! ‘ -Ecthelion

My muse has been pushing themselves too hard, forgoing sleep for days… and has just momentarily passed out because of it. Send me    ‘ I’ve got you! ‘     for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them before they hit the floor. @gronthosargureos

Glorfindel blinked looking up at Ecthelion as he fought against wave after wave of exhaustion. “You’ve got quick hands,” he joked with a bit of a smile.

[naganye]

Symbol for the capture meme (from Moro probably? Or whoever you want I'm mobile atm sorry djkgdhj)

Aradir’s first impression of this World was not a good one. Aradir had portaled right into a group of strange creatures armed with bows and they had taken his moment of shock to hit him hard on the back of the head. When he had opened his eyes, he felt sick and disorientated- clearly, he had been hit harder than he had expected. He didn’t dare use his magic in this state as it would only make things worse, and so the Vierr had no choice but to go along and see where he was being taken to.

[atalantelinde]

(Soulmate) (from whoever you see fit)

(wrist timer, from Ecthelion?)

Maglor had never really paid attention to his timer. He had better things to do, rather than sit and stare at it all the time. As it was, he had some errands to run in Tirion, and then he had to practice before the concert in two days time. Really, who had time to care about their wrist timers?

[moreskilledthanyou]

{x}

“Cupcake?” she asked after a sniffle, reaching to hold onto him. Or did she want ice cream? Tough call. Or maybe... nap...

Her eyes closed just for a moment.

“Sleepy.”

They opened and she looked up to him. “What for snack time?” she asked, and then she was out.

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

“Hit me with your best shot” (*flings a Ruivenwe at you???*)

*sings* “Hit me with your best shot, Why don't you hit me with your best shot, Hit me with your best shot, Fire away! Who are you, beauty?”

[weofarda-archive]

“This is the weirdest aerobics session I’ve ever seen.” (Ruivenwë, walking into something he's not sure if he wants to see?)

Things Said/Heard at Rocky Horror Rehearsal

Currently: accepting

@gronthosargureos

“What never seen someone strap knives to their boots and turn themself into a whirling dervish of death because they were bored?”

[vaciena]

[ text ] Maybe we should try and tone it down a notch. The neighbors changed the name of their wifi network to “i can hear you having sex”. [one of those texts you accidentally send your dad without realizing it]

@gronthosargureos | Some Texts from Last Night

[text] I’m so proud

[text] Who are you sleeping with?

[nessaastalda-archived]

🤨 Sit down across from my muse (from Angrod, let the awkwardness begin y/n?)

Nessa sat at far end of the great hall, jotting down in her journal. She had always done this when she got lost in her thoughts. She was so focused on what she drew, she barely noticed a figure sitting across her. She was momentarily irked at being disturbed and she lifted her gaze.. Her annoyance turned into surprise bordering on shock. She quickly closed her journal and moved it away from the table immediately, and so clumsily she almost dropped it, and she could feel her cheeks flush and she averted her gaze.. She could never look at him for too long. 

“Lord Angrod…” thank Eru she did not stutter it out. “Greetings.” 

[loyalservants]

( Continuation | @gronthosargureos​ )

“Thank you, Melda,” he reached up to make sure the flower was secure before leaning down to kiss her on the lips.  It was an exquisite work of art, but he’d come to expect no less from her.  He’d have to find somewhere to display it… and find something to make for her in return.  “How were you able to get it to look so lifelike? This is amazing, I can see the veins in the petals!” he hoped it wasn’t some kind of specific Maiar magic, he’d love to be able to recreate the technique.

                                     MAIRON let out a  GENTLE  laugh before she briefly returned the kiss. She admired the  GOLDEN  daisy upon his ear, loving how well it emphasized his leaf-shaped ear and truly highlighted his skin.   ❝ It took me several hours down in the Forge, t’was why I was distant as of late. I just had to create it whilst the  INSPIRATION  was fresh in my mind, ❞   she held his hand whilst her other arm wound around his own.  Annatari, Lady of Gifts, a name she valued above anything else, for it was Tyelpë’s name for her.   ❝ My heart sings that you love it,  MY PRECIOUS . ❞

[mairatyaron]

😂

Send “😂” for my muse to talk shit about someone they hate.  

“The first time I saw Eönwë in Arda, I was genuinely certain for a moment that he was actively relieving himself where he stood before I realised, no, that’s just what his face looks like.

He’s nothing more than a glorified messenger pigeon now, I'm not convinced he’s had a single independent thought since entering Ea. In truth, I’m not sure I’ve ever truly spoken to him since we arrived here; he has a wonderful little talent of having Manwë’s voice come out of his mouth when he speaks.” 

[taintedfirelight]

* ✧ ∗ @gronthosargureos |  continued

The Maia smiles brightly, a glimmer of mischief— and perhaps happiness, though that is uncertain— lighting up his gold-flecked blue eyes. It’s a mischievous grin that Celebrimbor receives, just before Annatar leaps down into the cavern, landing lightly and easily on his feet far below.

He has a sort of natural sense for this type of thing, and such a wealthy deposit didn’t go unnoticed for long. He waits until his companion reaches the bottom as well and chuckles softly, tossing his golden braid, shimmering in the darkness of the cavern, over his shoulder.

❝ I found it only a few days before this. Well, at any rate, I thought I did. I had to make sure before I brought you down here. ❞

He does love times like these, truly. There’s something so freeing about such activities as exploring caverns. Though he would be loathe to admit it, Annatar enjoys being out of the forges, away from his plans. There is time, he knows, and it’s nice to take a moment to simply live.

❝ It truly is impressive, isn’t it? ❞

[lordofthegoldenflower]

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞ (from Thel)

“Nah, not at all. You wanna go a few rounds? I bet I can beat your ass with some shells,” Finn dared his friend with a grin. “We could even make it a drinking game...Uh...a drink every time you fall off the track, or get hit with a shell, and 2 drinks if you get lapped?”

@gronthosargureos 

[atalantelinde]

“Heard about you and your honeyed words…” (from anyone!)

“I prefer maple syrup to honey. It has a less cloying taste,”

[minstrelmaglor]

*Maglor gets a smooch from the Lord of the Airs* - sulimx

That...well, to say that this was unexpected was a gross understatement.  No matter how much time had passed, no matter how calm things had gotten, Maglor never forgot in whose names he swore the Oath.  

Still...he wasn’t going to say no to affection, not after going so long without.  The minstrel blushed deeply, and mumbled a garbled thank you.

[wanderingarcherviola]

gronthosargureos has been spotted!

Viola had been hard at work all morning tracking a deer, with good game being so short during the cold months she couldn’t afford to let this one go. With great precision and care, after hours of patience, the little orc had taken the deer down.

Exhausted, Viola sat beside the carcass and closed her eyes, delighted she’d found something this large for the time of year, it would keep her and Fluffy fed for a while.

Her peace was soon cut short. The orclings ears picked up the distinct sounds of footsteps, light and careful, but not careful enough.

Grabbing her bow Viola opened her eyes and took aim at whoever was attempting to sneak up on her “One more step and you’re gonna be my next kill, unless you wanna be shot by a kid I expect you’ll stop.” she warned 

@gronthosargureos

[weofarda-archive]

☆ (pick a boy, any boy, it'll be fun)

Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine

Currently: accepting

Scenario: asks out on a date (so sayeth the randomizer); muse of mine: Legolas (so say I), Muse of yours: Mahtamo (so sayeth the randomizer)

@gronthosargureos​

“So I have a bit of time off and Granny Julie decided to reserve her butterfly sanctuary for me today. Any chance you’d be interested in coming? I promise Goliath won’t be coming with me today.”