#melinolostarafinwion

[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.”

[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*

[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

[ravencounsellor]

The young noble took another glance over, noticing his father’s wine glass in his hand was beginning to splash around from how wildly he was gesticulating in the argument. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Erestor thought the blonde may be right. But, still..

“He’s my father, I can’t just let him get himself into a fight. Not after last time..”

♚

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up

Oh Valar, Father has had too much wine again, Eresváya thought to himself as he heard his father’s voice raise above the others at the tables around them. It was getting late into the Finwean dinner and Herlúlë just needed to join in the arguing that had already been going on from nearly all sides for the last twenty minutes. His father drank too much when his mother wasn’t there to stop him, and it was usually up to Eresváya to get him under control.

The young noble was cursing under his breath as he made to stand, but he found himself being held down. Eresváya frowned, dark eyes looking questioningly to the blonde beside him.

“Excuse me- if I don’t do something he’ll make a fool of himself,” Eresváya said, quite clearly stressed and irritated about the entire situation.

{ @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."

[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?”

[feanors-daughter]

Continued from here with @melino-lost-arafinwion

When Meliniel had been informed by the Madam that she had been chosen as a gift for the Lady Laurelin’s begetting day, she had initially been thrown into a state of complete shock, unsure of what to do or say in response.

“What? Me? Why me?” Meliniel had asked, having gowns of various colors held up to her by the Madam. “What is so special about myself?”

The Madam had chuckled:

“Word must have reached the royal ear about you, my dear, about your beauty. No need to question fate. Hurry up and get ready. The carriage will be here any minute.”

Now, as Meliniel stood before the great nobles of Valinor, as well as Lady Laurelin herself, her chin held in that soft grip, she replied demurely:

“I am Meliniel, my lady. I am sent as a gift, to be used at your pleasure. I am your humble servant.”

Humble? Not at all, but perhaps she could pretend to be, at least for a while.

The crowd muttered and Laurelin could hear her brothers chuckling behind her. Indis herself had threatened multiple times to sell Laurelin to a brothel if she would not stop sleeping around with the men and women of Tirion. It was unbecoming of a princess, the queen would say, and if Laurelin wanted to act like a whore then she might as well make it official. Laurelin hated that damned woman.

She also hated brothels, and what the women there were often subjected to.

The princess arched an eyebrow at the elleth before meeting the eyes of the Telerin noble. "Thank you, lord," she nodded her head at him. "What a remarkable gift, indeed." While she had no intention of using this elleth 'at her pleasure,' she knew that publicly denouncing the lord's gift would only bring further repercussions from her step-grandmother. Laurelin would speak to the woman later, alone, and likely pay to set her free.

But for now, she could play the part of the princess who enjoyed the pleasure and company of others.

"Come, Meliniel," she smiled seductively, brushing a thumb over her jaw and through her hair before offering her hand to lead the woman to the chair at the head of the room. "I suppose you will have to sit in my lap, since there are no other seats."

[gxldenfinwe]

[ CALM ]

(@melino-lost-arafinwion)

[CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst.

With a strength he did not look he possessed under his fine robes, Arafinwë pushed his son away from him, alarmed by his agitated tone.

"Melino," his voice was gentle, but urgent. "Calm down. You will make a scene."

[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.

[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."