#mablung is the sensible one

[arafinweanappreciation]

Some random headcanons for the Finwean ladies

Anaire actually has a decent-ish relationship with Feanor. Not warm, by any means, but largely polite, if stiff.

Earwen has made a unique stuffed animal for every child born into the family plus all her brothers’ kids and their kids and their kids and—

Celebrían loves swimming

Findis would prefer to spend most of her time in the library at Taniquetil and did not sign up for any of this family drama thank you very much

Idril is the straight-A student angelic goody-two-shoes and has absolutely used this to get away with whatever she wants once or twice (Turgon is aware of this and let it slide)

Finduilas isn’t a fighter as in she doesn’t have any particular desire to learn how to use a weapon but “feisty” is a bit of an understatement at times.

People thought that Edalote was a very hinged, level-headed, sensible person until she married Angrod. After that — well, it takes a certain amount of insanity to marry into the Noldorin royal family.

Nerdanel, who has been hauling stone, metal, and squirming children around for pretty much her entire life, could probably bench press at least as much as Mablung if she wanted to

Aredhel isn't, like, a particularly loud person, but she can make herself heard over several fields and a small river if she chooses to exert herself.

Idk if marine biologist is a valid career path in Valinor, but Earwen is one, regardless. She will excitedly give a tour of her favorite tide pools to anyone who will listen. (Finarfin has seen them all many times.)

[maironsbigboobs]

🐝 🦵 for the character ask meme 👠👠🏹

Give me a character and I will give you my thoughts on

Of course I must talk about my boy

one aspect about them i love: My most favourite thing about Beleg is his loyalty. He's so extremely ride or die, to his own detriment, and I do think that there is very, very little that could ever persuade him to change his loyalties, whether its too Thingol or to Túrin or to the Sindar as a whole.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: I actually don't think Beleg is like, widely misunderstood lol but I think sometimes, when talking about him and Túrin, people pose him as sensible or wise - but he just seems so in comparison to Túrin.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: I mean, I have pages and pages of them but one of my most common is that he is illiterate and struggles with learning.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with: Mablung 💓

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: Any of the Doriathrim tbh, Celeborn, Amroth/Amdir, Nellas, Luthien etc, like, how is he seen in Doriath?

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: He was a babysitter for Luthien a few times. He's the fun "uncle."

[lycheesodas]

Mablung teases Beleg from time to time about Beleg's fashion choice/red boots. But when Beleg needs to go somewhere faraway definitely not for Túrin, one of the things Mablung did to prepare for Beleg's departure is giving him a new pair of red boots, handmade by Mablung himself. "So I'll know how to find you, my Cúthalion."

"So I'll know how to find you, my Cúthalion." EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAKES ME WEAK THANK YOU FOR THIS 😭💖💕

Yess more handmade clothes headcanons <3 I recently read a post where Beleg wears sensible camouflage except for the red shoes xD which he puts jingly bells on LMAO

Also, I headcanon that Mablung gave Beleg the white cloak he wears when he sets off to find Turin again 🥺

[ladysternchen]

Yet Were Its Making Good, For This- Talk It Out

The feast that Elu and Melian gave in honour of their unborn child was a joyous one, and one that was long remembered among the Eglath. Melian smiled rather shyly at them after the announcement, clearly not altogether comfortable with all the renewed attention. It must be unpleasant, Mablung mused as he sat with the other captains and lords, to reveal news like that and knowing that all of Beleriand would wonder about how they had achieved what was natural to everyone else. Or have their captains do nothing more sensible than imagine them… well, doing as husband and wife did, Mablung scolded himself silently. 

He still had no clue as to how he could have ever overlooked it, how anyone could have overlooked that Melian was expecting. True, as it had been unseasonably cold, the Queen had easily been able to hide her growing belly under her mantle, but she was so much changed in her whole demeanour that his ignorance had Mablung marvelling at himself. 

He marvelled even more at the fact that he had not noticed the change that had come over Elu, for that, at least, he should have done. Like Melian, Elu was radiant with joy, and it was very clear how much he looked forward to welcoming their child. But underneath all his joy, Mablung noted now for the first time how worn the King looked, and that he winced ever so slightly at loud noises. Naturally, Mablung mused. The Quendi raised their children together, and unlike with beasts, the fathers took great share in bringing their children into being, pouring their very selves into those new elflings. He remembered well the time when his mother had been pregnant with his twin-sisters. Weary though she had been towards the end, his father had been no less so, as he had ever helped her in spirit, strengthening her and watching over her sleep so her mind could truly rest. 

This sharing of duty must have an even greater effect if the child was not wholly an elf. Coming to think of it now, he wondered how Elu had even done it- sire a child that must be so much mightier than he himself was. Mablung was quite glad he had not known in advance, or he would have truly feared for him.

He was stirred out of his thoughts when Elu rose, excusing himself from the feast for a while, as if to prove Mablung right. Beleg, who sat beside Mablung, wordlessly nudged him to go after the King. As he rose, Beleg quietly passed him a jug of wine as well, and Mablung could have sworn he saw a knowing smile passing between Beleg and the Queen. This distracted him for a moment. Was Melian aware of this? Had Beleg told her? But no, he wouldn’t, and Mablung really had other things to focus on.

His heart beat very fast as he followed after Elu. What in Arda was he supposed to say? That whole idea was truly ridiculous. But then, he had to admit that Beleg’s plans had worked out in the past, and he had no reason to think this time might be different, so he resolved to watch as Elu sat down by the roots of a tall beech, leaning against its trunk and closing his eyes for a moment. He looked exhausted. 

“My King?”

Mablung did his best to keep his voice formal and cool, but that there was no possibility to fool Elu was in truth clear from the start. And indeed, the King looked up, smiling as he saw Mablung standing there, and inclined his head in a gesture of greeting.

“Mablung. You came after me worrying after I so unseemly left the feast. You need not have, dear friend. I was merely escaping the bustle for a while.”

Elu’s tone, too, was polite and formal, and Mablung bowed.

“I shall leave you in peace then, my lord. Forgive my intrusion.”

“Oh no, not at all. You are most welcome to stay with me if you want to. I was not fleeing company, merely the noise. And besides, you are always welcome at my side, though you seem to have forgotten that lately.”

Mablung lowered his eyes, but followed Elu’s invitation to sit down beside him on the grass anyway. 

“You look tired, lord.”

He could not stop himself, much as he’d have wanted to.

“I am. It is the price of… well, of begetting a child that is half Maia.” Elu answered, thus proving Mablung right. “But there is no need to look like that, Mablung, I am quite alright. Melian worried so much as well, but as I did not drop dead after begetting that babe, I will not do so now. And even were it so, I’d find it to be a small price to pay. I never dared dream that Melian and I would be parents one day.”

“You will be a wonderful father.”

At that, Elu suddenly laughed.

“I hope so. But to tell you the truth, I have never in my life been so scared. And you know what my charming brother did when I confided in him? Told me to stop being such a baby myself and that all my exhaustion was really just nerves. Well, I guess he knows.”

Mablung chuckled now, too. He could well see why Elmo would have greatly enjoyed that conversation. After a while, he passed Elu the wine, and the King drank before offering the jug back to Mablung.

“I shouldn’t do that.” Elu mumbled, more to himself than to Mablung. “I’ve had quite enough already, but… ah well.”

They smiled at each other, and a warmth spread through Mablung that had nothing to do with the wine. He could not tell how long they sat without speaking, just enjoying each other’s company and the drink, but at length Elu said: “I miss your friendship, Mablung. You know that?”

“But you have it, lord, you always…” Mablung started to protest, but Elu would not let him finish.

“I have not been clear- I miss being able to talk to you as I could on the journey, when the fact that I was your lord has not bound your tongue. Nor aught else.”

Mablung sat up straighter.

“Have I leave to speak openly, then?”

Elu looked at him, bewildered.

“You always have it. Forgive me, I… I never thought of telling you that, I thought it was obvious. Do you think I have forgotten what we shared? Do you honestly think that you are nothing more to me than my Captain?”

Mablung took another swig of wine, very thankful of Beleg’s foresight. He would need quite a bit more of it for that conversation.

“Not forgotten, but repented.” he said without looking at the King.

“I would never repent of it. I loved you ever, and I do so still, as a friend. You are dearer to my heart than I can express with words, and always will be. 

Yet I hoped to find you’d left with Olwë, together with your family, so that you would be safe, and free to find happiness across the sea. Call me very selfish, but I was nonetheless relieved when I met you again on these shores. My life would have been so much darker, so much more bereaved had you sailed. But for your happiness I grieve, Mablung. I found my true love, my soulmate, and I so wished you had as well.”

Mablung looked long in silence at Elu, then, his tongue loosened by the wine, said: “You know perfectly well that I have done that, long before you did. I loved you as long as I can remember, and growing up, that love grew, too. Nay, don’t say you’re sorry for waking false hopes, for you did not. I always knew what situation I got myself into. I knew you did not return those romantic feelings. I will not say it did not hurt to see you with Melian at first, but as I said when first I bedded you, I am happy when you are happy. To this I hold. I am happy with life as it is, and my heart desires no other life, not the tree-light, not another companion. If I am allowed to remain by your side, and see you happy and well, then I am more than content.”

“I’m still sorry…” Elu sniffed, and Mablung looked up to see him wipe his eyes. The King was quite drunk by now, something he admittedly found rather endearing.

“Don’t be.” He answered, noting as he did so that his thoughts and speech were not actually clear, either. Unsurprisingly so, perhaps, as they had emptied the entire jug of wine between them by themselves. He laughed.

“Lie down, Elu. Before you nod where you sit.”

Elu merely hummed, but curled up obediently, laying his head on Mablung’s lap, whose throat was suddenly tight. He had never imagined to ever share such an intimate moment again with the elf he loved, but now that he thought about it, it should perhaps not have been a surprise. Elu had ever been one for cuddles, be it with his brothers or his friends.

“Some things never change, it seems?” Mablung asked, but received no answer, so he busied himself with stroking loose strands of hair behind Elu’s ear. For a while, he remained as he was, savouring the moment and waiting for his head to clear, then he slowly and carefully disentangled himself from his King and rose, spreading his mantle over him. 

“Sleep tight.” he murmured, then went to find the Queen.

He found her sitting in the glade where they had held the feast, with Thônwen, her sister-in-law, braiding her hair. They both smiled as they beheld him, and Mablung bowed low.

“Have you two at last talked it out?” the Queen asked, laughter in her eyes. Mablung felt himself blush violently, but nodded all the same.

“We did. But I am afraid we emptied the jar of wine and…”

Thônwen snorted. 

“Is he behaving in any way that will warrant me denying our kinship?”

Now Mablung allowed himself a smile as well.

“Nay, lady, he’s sleeping soundly. But I deemed it prudent to let the Queen know anyway.”

Melian returned his smile, and got up, covering the distance between them dancing, clearly rejoicing in being able to move freely again.

“It is wonderful” she said, as if in answer to Mablung’s thoughts “… not to have to hide it anymore.”

She stroked her rounded belly tenderly, then bade Thônwen goodnight and followed Mablung to where he had left Elu sleeping. 

“I apologise for making you so uncomfortable earlier, Mablung.” she said after a little while in a very earnest voice. “I did not mean to.”

“That is quite alright, my lady. I was merely… astonished that you knew.”

Melian laughed.

“How could I not know? Elu told me even before we left Nan Elmoth. You hold a very special place in his heart, as I am sure you know. And as he has told you so again tonight, I should guess?”

“So he has.” Mablung answered gravely.

“I thank you, Mablung, for being so generous as to not begrudge me our love, as you easily might have done.”

Melian’s words came somewhat surprising for Mablung, and he felt the heat creep into his cheeks once more.

“Nay, lady, how could I? Much rather, I should thank you for not shunning me for what I did.”

For a while, Melian walked beside him in silence, then she said: “Shun you for loving my husband still? What fell creature of Melkor would I need to be to do that? Nay, Mablung, I’d much rather call you a dear friend for it, if you should permit it? Our fates are tied together anyway through that shared love.”

Mablung felt overwhelmed in a very beautiful way. He had not counted on Melian offering him her friendship, but that she had seemed to lift a heavy weight off his shoulders.

“I would be honoured, Lady Melian. You have my love anyway as my Queen, and as the one to make Elu so very happy. I… he’s everything to me.”

“I know.” Melian said earnestly, and she smiled at him before she went to where Elu still lay sleeping. Mablung remained standing where she had left him. His relief now truly started to sink in, and a deep peace settle over him. It would be alright, he thought. Now it would finally be alright.

[tolkien-feels]

Melian: This sword is literally cursed

Beleg: Seen 7:28pm

[valacirya]

would love any thoughts you had on Thingol :D I think I might be of a similar opinion as you - I prefer to find him a sympathetic character who ruled well for most of his life! And his dynamic with Melian is absolutely fascinating.

Oh absolutely!! Of course the guy made some bad decisions, but who didn't? At least his bad decisions weren't mass murder or kidnapping. The Quenya ban was the least harsh response and not even that effective; he could have rightfully demanded retribution (in fact, the Silmaril could definitely be considered weregild for the kinslaying). And Thingol's reaction when Angrod tells him everything is extremely sensible and restrained:

"But Thingol was long silent ere he spoke. ‘Go now!’ he said. ‘For my heart is hot within me. Later you may return, if you will; for I will not shut my doors forever against you, my kindred, that were ensnared in an evil that you did not aid. With Fingolfin and his people also I will keep friendship, for they have bitterly atoned for such ill as they did. And in our hatred of the Power that wrought all this woe our griefs shall be lost."

That is the most diplomatic and merciful answer possible. Nirnaeth might have been petty, sure, but remember that he was already ensnared by the Oath at that point, and C&C had openly vowed to kill him and his people; plus, he doesn't stop Beleg and Mablung from joining. Neglecting the Northern Sindar was wrong, period, but then he welcomes the Laiquendi and gives aid to the Haladin. He's an asshole to Beren but repents of that, and adores Turin. Like, Thingol is one of the few characters who is shown to learn from his mistakes and change. He was loved by his people; Celeborn and Thranduil remained loyal to his memory centuries after his death. Finrod was close to and respected him. Elrond preferred to claim descent from him rather than the Noldor. Like, he wasn't perfect and made some super shitty choices, but he faced the consequences of his actions and he was a good person and a great king. Also, I think fandom should keep this quote in mind:

"In all ways Morgoth sought most to cast an evil light on those things that Thingol and Melian had done, for he hated them, and feared them."

And yes, his dynamic with Melian is really interesting and probably the most equal one in terms of gender in the entire legendarium. But also, I love thinking about how Melian is an Ainu, and the Ainur absolutely cannot constrain or force the Children. So Melian really can't do anything when Thingol starts to ignore her advice; all she can do is watch the fallout as her husband joins the Noldor in becoming a lesson to others about what happens when you don't listen to the Powers of Arda.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Top five fingolfin moments? :D

...Am I allowed to list the Duel of Fingolfin and Morgoth five times in a row because it is just that awesome? No? You’re sure?

1) The Duel of Fingolfin and Morgoth.

This is the single most epic scene in the entire Silmarillion and I love it. The first...many, many times I read the Silmarillion, I didn’t really process that the Dagor Bragollhach was a defeat, because it contained such an amazing sequence. Hang on, I need to quote:

He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was on him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came.

That was the last time in those wars that he passed the doors of his stronghold, and it is said that he took not the challenge willingly; for though his might was greatest of all things in this world, alone of the Valar he knew fear. But he could not now deny the challenge before the face of his captains; for the rocks rang with the shrill musuc of Fingolfin’s horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves.

...Many times Morgoth essayed to smite him, and each time Fingolfin leaped away, as a lightning shoots from under a dark cloud; and he wounded Morgoth with seven wounds and seven times Morgoth gave a cry of anguish, whereat the hosts of Angband fell upon their faces in dismay, and the cries echoed in the Northlands.

There are people who see complexity and ambiguity in this, and question the choice of a quasi-suicidal charge to a single combat which you cannot win, and whether it constitutes an abandonment of duty. I don’t argue the validity of these questions, but I am not one of those people. This is just straight-up awesome. He challenges Morgoth to a fight. Morgoth is scared of him. He causes Morgoth serious, permanent damage. At this point he is the only person ever to have done that - not even Tulkas has.

And on top of that, we have the knowledge that Fëanor, in the Halls of Mandos, was likely furious about this, because it’s Fingolfin making good on Fëanor’s boast (such hurt shall I do etc). If Fëanor was a sensible person he’d be glad and proud of his brother, but if Fëanor was a sensible person he wouldn’t have done, well, any of the things he did, would he? You have been upstaged, Fëanáro, deal with it!

2) Leadership during the Siege of Angband. He’s forging an alliance between groups of people who, in some cases, don’t know each other, and in other cases know and hate each other. After the crossing of the Helcaraxë, at Mithrim, the Fingolfinians had lost far more people to Fëanorian treachery than they had to Morgoth, and even after Maedhros’ abdication getting the two groups to work together couldn’t have been easy, but he manages it. Mereth Aderthad stands out, as a diplomatic meeting between every major elven group in Beleriand - the leaders of all three houses of the Noldor; Cirdan and the Falathrim; Laiquendi of Ossiriand; and a cursory presence from Doriath. I’m rather annoyed at Thingol for the snub (and, while Mablung and Daeron are high-ranking, it is a snub; the other groups have sent large contingents, generally including their leaders, while Doriath sends two people), combined with never allowing any of the Fingolfinians into Doriath. No matter how he feels about the Noldor’s presence, they are all fighting Morgoth, he unquestionably benefits from their presence, and he coukd at least try to engage in some cooperation. This is well before news of the kinslaying gets out, so Thingol doesn’t have that excuse.

3) Keeping a cool head when his brother pulls a sword on him. Tensions among the Noldor are high; that could have escalated into something a lot worse really quickly, and it’s solely due to Fingolfin that it didn’t.

4) I want to discuss his part in the Return of the Noldor, because it’s valuable to recognize just how much he’s going through. He’s just lost his father; moreover, he’s just lost his father after not having seen him for seven years, and the last time he did see Finwë, Finwë was siding with the person who had just threatened to murder Fingolfin. That’s a lot to go through. He goes with the Noldor because, well, they’re currently following Fëanor, who in terms of personality isn’t really suited to run anything larger than a lemonade stand. He the course of the return, he loses his father and older brother, and leaves behind his mother, wife and younger brother. He’s separated from all his family except for his children (and Turgon and Aredhel disappear fairly early in the Siege of Angband). Everything he achieves, including the crossing of the Helcaraxë, he achieves while profoundly isolated from much of his family.

5) The moment just before the Darkening, where he’s genuinely and determinedly attempting reconciliation with Fëanor and Fëanor is just having absolutely none of it.

[bisexualturin]

I want to see more of Nienor, so how does she spend quarantine, and who with? I personally think she should spend quarantine with either Turin and the gang (for comedic purposes, like come one, it could become a sitcom), or Finduilas and Gwindor, because they are mostly sensible people.

!!! me too!! if we were going by canon (LOL who is she 🥴) she’d probably be w/ morwen & the doriath gang, maybe mablung? oh man i’d LOVE to see her w/ finduilas & gwindor though, i think they’d all be great friends ! like where túrin unlocks the Horny™️ in people, i feel like niënor unlocks the Soft™️ and nargothrond gang could really use more of that in their lives :’)

[thegreatstrongbow]

wolfoftheironwood​:

The hunters below merely laughed as their prey swung back and forth like the giant meat sack they saw him as. However one by one they fell deathly silent as the cracking of sticks and a growl that at first sounded like distant thunder.

Soon the two glowing red eyes could be seen above in the treeline and the gigantic imposing figure of a shadowy wolf appeared. No words were said but the laughter died down and the hunters grabbed their weapons as she slowly retreated back, thankfully sensible enough to not take their eyes of the nightmare before them. Though in the end it didn’t prevent their bloody fate.

A sudden lunge, the snapping of jaws and bones mangled with the screams of men. Their blood and remains now fed the earth and with another snapping of jaws the rope tying Mablung was severed.

Mablung was not startled by the noise - concerned, yes, but not startled. He knew it was only a matter of time before the wolf found the men who invaded his home. The question had only been if Mablung would live that long.

He grunted as he hit the ground, the blood on the floor staining his clothes and face as he hurried to free the remnants of the rope from his leg, before searching the ground for his spear. Fenrir had promised to punish him, and he would face it proudly. But if he was going to die, he would die with a weapon in his hands.

“take me instead.” (some kind of Angst with Mablung?)

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS. - @thegreatstrongbow

Fenrir's canines, longer than the poor elf's arm, shone in the pale moon light as he snarled over the intruder. His gigantic paw kept the stranger pinned to the forest floor with dangerous ease.

His silver-tipped ears twitched though when he heard the familiar voice call to him. His lip twitched, giving them another warning flash of teeth as his hackles raised and a blood-curdling growl filled the misty air.

"And why should I do that? He broke the laws, so he pays the price," Fenrir's familiar voice echoed around Mablung.

[thegreatstrongbow]

Character: Mablung, Luthien, Daeron

Mablung:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: sensible*worst quality: blames himself too muchship them with: Beleg, or Nellas, or no one.brotp them with: Beleg!needs to stay away from: dwarvesmisc. thoughts: my sweet son. i love him. the original bro.

*more so than beleg

Luthien:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: bold afworst quality: none she’s perfect. Prideship them with: Beren, Thuringwethilbrotp them with: Nellas, Celebornneeds to stay away from: Sauron, for his safety.misc. thoughts: im so gay 

Daeron:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: im loving the whole ‘never seen again’ vibeworst quality: but it was a bit of an overreaction.ship them with: Saerosbrotp them with: Luthienneeds to stay away from: Berenmisc. thoughts: an icon  

[thegreatstrongbow]

ravencounsellor​:

“Well, we hardly left the best first impression. And you know what they say about first impressions..” Erestor grimaced. He’d been making his own silent notes as well on the other; the scribe was relieved that the wood-elf appeared to be of sensible judgement and character.

“Nonetheless, I promise you can expect honesty from me.”

“And from me.” Mablung even smiled. “They did not tell me much about you. You are one of the King’s counsellor’s, I assume?” Much as he had been, though it seemed to him like Erestor was probably not a military advisor. “Have you worked for him long?”

❝ Ours is a union of duty. You would do well to remember that. ❞ (Okay but this is such a Mablung line)

“Everything I do is done out of duty,” Erestor said with an arched brow, his back straight and hands clasped neatly behind his back. The reminder did not come off as cold to him. In fact, the Noldo was rather pleased to see that his betrothed had a strong & stern mind. He didn’t think he could handle such a partnership with anyone else.

{ @thegreatstrongbow }

[wolfoftheironwood]

The hunters below merely laughed as their prey swung back and forth like the giant meat sack they saw him as. However one by one they fell deathly silent as the cracking of sticks and a growl that at first sounded like distant thunder.

Soon the two glowing red eyes could be seen above in the treeline and the gigantic imposing figure of a shadowy wolf appeared. No words were said but the laughter died down and the hunters grabbed their weapons as she slowly retreated back, thankfully sensible enough to not take their eyes of the nightmare before them. Though in the end it didn't prevent their bloody fate.

A sudden lunge, the snapping of jaws and bones mangled with the screams of men. Their blood and remains now fed the earth and with another snapping of jaws the rope tying Mablung was severed.

“take me instead.” (some kind of Angst with Mablung?)

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS. - @thegreatstrongbow

Fenrir's canines, longer than the poor elf's arm, shone in the pale moon light as he snarled over the intruder. His gigantic paw kept the stranger pinned to the forest floor with dangerous ease.

His silver-tipped ears twitched though when he heard the familiar voice call to him. His lip twitched, giving them another warning flash of teeth as his hackles raised and a blood-curdling growl filled the misty air.

"And why should I do that? He broke the laws, so he pays the price," Fenrir's familiar voice echoed around Mablung.