#melinolostarafinwion

[askrossiel]

*a blond elf walks by, dressed in finery and gems; holding a harp*

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

*raises an ear attentively, just in case he happens to start playing*

[gxldenfinwe]

The news was certainly a shock to him. A child? But surely he should have known, should have had some kind of inclination, some kind of change in his fëa.

So he had asked the alleged child to come and see him, to see for himself if it was true. Maybe he would know just by seeing his face.

"Please, sit down. Melino, was it?"

@melino-lost-arafinwion

[wellformed]

*looks hastily around*

Have you seen Makalaure? I have something that I wish to give to him. A begetting gift.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

Nelyo looked surprised at the question and looked the blond over for a moment confused at a resemblance he noticed before shaking his head, "He was working on a new song in his chambers."

[feanors-daughter]

➳

(fem!Melino, aka Meliniel)

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.

As a princess, Laurelin was no stranger to being presented with elaborate and exquisite gifts, and today, she was showered in them. It was her begetting day, after all, and she had finally reached majority. It was only fitting that the event be celebrated in such a splendid way.

She was seated upon an ornate chair at the head of the banquet hall, clothed in a stunning dress of spun gold and blood red and a luscious cream-colored silk, her body and hair adorned with gold jewelry and sapphire gems that made her eyes an even more piercing blue. Even if today was not about her, it would have been impossible not to stare. She was radiant, after all, glowing with the golden light of the tree she was named for.

Nobles and family members and even lower-ranking elves who, of their own accord, came forward to present gifts for the beloved daughter of Fëanor. But only one gift truly stood out. A Telerin noble stepped forward last, an elleth at his side. The woman was beautiful, as radiant as the gold of her hair. Laurelin could not help but smile.

A gift, the lord smiled, bowing to the princess. From the harems of Alqualondë.

Laurelin arched an eyebrow. She stood from her seat, stepping towards the elleth. Smirking, she gently placed a hand under the woman's chin, lifting her head to meet her gaze. "Tell me your name."

@melino-lost-arafinwion

[admirableringmaker]

@melino-lost-arafinwion

This was beyond humiliating. It was awful. Bound with chains on his wrist and ankles, Mairon sat in the dark of Eonwë’s tent, a guard always in front of him and several more surrounding the tent.

To cope with the discomfort, he simply zoned out, focusing on something - anything - else. But the shifting sound of feet drew him back and Mairon scowled. Oh. The guard shifts were changing.

The new guard was one he hadn’t seen before, presumably another Vanya. He fixed him with a cold look.

“Do not stare.”

[gxldenfinwe]

Melino groaned in pain, as a healer sutured the deep cut on his chest. Laying on a small bed situated in the healing tent, the Arafinwion gripped the bedsheets with his fingers. He hardly noticed the presence of another as another healer dabbed some liquid onto the wound that made the area sting:

“Aaaarg, fucking Morgoth’s balls, that hurts!”

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

Arvo had heard just who was injured in the tent, and he steeled himself before entering. He was unsure what reaction would get. Seeing Melino wounded, he wanted to step forward and help, but, knowing he was unwelcome, he instead only watch for a moment, lips twitching in a half smile at his creative swearing.

"Melino," he stepped closer as the healer moved away. "How are you?"

@melino-lost-arafinwion

[wellformed]

(fem!Melino)

Ah, hello, Nelyafinwe. How good of you to visit.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

"Yes.... well," He smiled a bit and shrugged at her, "I was hoping for a bit of clothing advice, my own choices in attire are rarely varied."

[wellformed]

*nearly manages to steal the coins from Nelyafinwe’s drawstring pouch*

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

@melino-lost-arafinwion

Nelyo felt the hand at his side reaching into the pouch, waiting until it would not be easy for the blond to run before he grabbed the other's wrist to make sure he was trapped and turned to him. For a moment he frowned at the blond hair and familiar features before ignoring that, "You could ask and I would give you the whole thing."

[askrossiel]

*holds out a precious mithril necklace decorated with emeralds*

This piece is for you.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

*admires the necklace, eyes sparkling with delight as she fastens it around her neck* "Ai, stars and mercy, it's lovely! You're entirely too kind, my friend."

[askrossiel]

“Hug” for the comforting asks

@melino-lost-arafinwion

Rossiel sniffled, but allowed herself to be held while the worst of her ill mood worked itself out.

[gxldenfinwe]

(Young!Melino, while still living in the Arafinwion household)

After setting an elaborate prank, Melino did his best to seem inconspicuous:

“How do you fare today, father?”

@melino-lost-arafinwion

“I am well, thank you.” Arvo replied, completely unaware of whatever Melino was planning. “And you? How have you been today? Busy?”

[askrossiel]

“not enough people have told you how wonderful you are.”

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

"Perhaps, but I treasure those who think so well of me."

[askrossiel]

*holds out a flower for Rossiel*

This blossom would look lovely in your hair.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

*admires it for a moment before tucking it delicately among her curls* "Thank you, my friend. Flowers always brighten things up, I think."

[askrossiel]

💭

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

"He seems very kind and generous. I am glad he was willing to pause a while to indulge me with a song, else I mightn't have made a new friend."

[askrossiel]

You are more beautiful than you allow yourself to think.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

"I..." Rossiel paused, fidgeting. "...thank you, friend. Perhaps one day I'll believe it."

[askrossiel]

*places a flower crown on Rossiel’s head*

You’re a little princess now, wearing that, my dear.

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

(Meliniel)

*gives a delighted little twirl, and beams up at her*