#niveien-marillanis

[menelvagor]

Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. (Nívëien for Thingol?) -✧- @niveien-marillanis

It had been a very stressful week for the King of Doriath: busy with running the kingdom and chasing down Lúthien, more Orcs trying to enter the forests, his wife was out and about attending to matters near the Girdle. He felt more weary than ever. Normally, with the vitality and magic provided by his kind and his wife, he appeared flawless and unmarred. However, the utter upkeep of kingly appearance must have slipped in the mess of it all.

Thingol blinked as he stared down where the soft touch brushed his hand, and a small scar was shining out, contrasted against skin. He breathed out a deep breath and then lifted his gaze to his grand-niece's.

"Ah, I must be under most trying times indeed, for those to be seen under naked eye, let alone by thyself," he said quietly, his hand remaining under her touch and sight. He did not truly mind something as that visible, not least to kin. But it was something that had come to be normal to him, and he had quite forgotten.

[helreginn]

niveien-marillanis

Nívëien's pale blue eyes zeroed in on the strange, petite woman immediately. She didn't move closer to her but didn't shy away either as Hel approached her. She admired the woman's hair that resembled flames, something she had never seen before in an elf. "You hair is pretty, like fire, Miss," the elfling spoke up after a moment. She watched the bright, soft tresses like she was hypnotized by them.

Still very shy and a little timid, the elfling stayed where she was, her full little cheeks turning rosy at the attention from this pretty stranger. "Are you a friend of my Amme or Atar? Did they send for you to take me to one of their homes?" Nívëien asked, her hand went to her curls and started twirling them with her fingers. @niveien-marillanis

Hel looked down at her hair that flowed like a molten river over her shoulder. She smiled amusedly as she looked back at her newly child companion. "Thank you, my dear." She replied, choosing to see it as a compliment. Most did mean it that way.

She chuckled shyly as she brought her hands up to pull said hair through her fingers, nervous as she continued to approach the friend she had already understood did not recognise her.

"Oh, how rude of me!" she exclaimed, adding a pitch to her voice as she eventually tossed her intricately braided hair back over her shoulder and finally came to Nívëien with a bright and kind smile.

"Forgive me, my lady. I am Helira. I am a friend of your grandfather's." She hated to lie. A friend of Nívëien herself. But needs must and calm, she felt, was important for disentangling whatever mess this was.

"I wonder, are you quite well? You seemed a bit.." Amber eyes lowered and rose as she took in this peculiarity. "Frazzled."

[sewing-elven-maid]

@niveien-marillanis

Molinde usually had quite a good memory, she would remember spotting someone who piqued her interest for any reason, and yet, when this Elven maid crossed her door, she could not pinpoint exactly who she was.

Yet, it mattered not. The girl seemed quite reserved, maybe a tiny bit scared - understandable. She smiled gently.

"Hello, young lady, my name is Molinde. It is a pleasure to see a new face around."

Molinde pointed at the small couch and offered her a seat. "You seem quite tired. Why don't you have a seat? I will make some tea for both of us."

Molinde's cat jumped down from its little perch on the window and slowly approached the newcomer, sniffing her gently, before trotting away towards the ajacent room.

Molinde spoke again. "In the meantime, why don't you tell me what brings you here?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

WHAT ROLE ARE YOU IN THE TRAGIC PLAY ?

sweet supporting character

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

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[pxnxply]

❓+ Nívëien @niveien-marillanis

Send ❓ and I’ll tell you a plot idea I’d like to explore with our muses!

Hm, I think Idril and Nívëien could be fun, since Idril would want to learn about Vanyarin culture from her, and she probably reminds of her Elenwë.

Or Nívëien and Eöl in Gondolin just for the drama of it.

[gxldenfinwe]

"Arvo?" A recently de-aged Nívëien piped up, her little face full of wonder and confusion as she saw her friend now as an adult. The elfling wandered close, her bare feet making little pat-pat noises on the tiled floor. "How did you get so big?" ( from @niveien-marillanis )

“Hm?”

Arvo was not sure at first what was happening – he thought for a moment he was locked in a vision, a dream, because it was simply impossible. She could not be standing in front of him, a child.

“Nívëien?”

[descendantsoffinwe]

“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

[nandekano]

@niveien-marillanis this is what Nande looked like during the crossing of the ice before his little brother died.

[askrossiel]

Which lover are you?

The Poet

To you, love is unlimited. It is an endless currency of infinite shapes. It is in everything, the way people hold onto each other's arms when they laugh, the way they cry when saying goodbye. You wish to possess the power to express love in all its forms, but the complexity of it simply won't allow for that. One should always make their love known.

yoinked from: @ofthevanyar and @niveien-marillanis tagging: you!

[ofthevanyar]

Which type of lover are you?

The Composer

To you, love is something created. It is born and it is nurtured, and it is entirely intentional. What could be more beautiful than that? We possess the enigmatic power to create deep, impossible, meaningful bonds with other people. It is not something we should take for granted. We choose to care for each other. We inconvenience ourselves with the sheer enormity of the love we have for others. In your eyes, it is the deliberate nature of love that makes it so beautiful.

Shamelessly stolen from @scion-of-kings

Tagging: @niveien-marillanis @sewing-elven-maid @askandreth @thegreatstrongbow

[menelvagor]

A smile that glinted faintly in his eyes appeared as the younger elf placed her own hand on top of his, and he briefly squeezed her shoulder before letting go. He could tell that this place had immediately brought her peace; more than she had ever had from home. This did concern him, especially as he knew little of what went on in the lands of kin, unlike those of his foes.

Perhaps Nívëien could enlighten him. He listened intently to her news.

He gave an occasional inclination of the head: an encouragement to her words. His eyes, too, glinted in gladness that his family, under his brother, had grown and thrived. For several moments he wished he could have seen the lands that were made by them - by Olwë, by Elmo. He would not tarry forever along the shores of the sea, but he imagined the joy that could have been created there. He would give anything to see them. No longer.

"The Teleri and the descendants of my brother sound most grand, with many to share in the mirth. Oh, my dearest brothers, how I would have wished to see them in their height. Now it is I who am at my height, with them not able to see. To know aught of it."

Thingol looked at the princess knowingly and turned more serious. "Yet despite this - despite all of thy family - thou left. Why was this done, Nívëien?" For her to travel, to see yonder kin, he could understand, but he sensed also that she was sad. For the loss of her kin and for herself. "We shall not speak of the unspeakable acts done to our kin and those lands and creations," he started bitterly, hands balling to fists. Such the hatred as he had for the Noldor and particularly the Fëanorians was not something that would ever lessen.

"Thou came not to me with other exiles or thy family, but alone. Why?"

Nívëien thought the lands here far more beautiful simply for how comforting they were to her, and that she felt safe here unlike in Aman where it felt like she was constantly walking on eggshells. Her bitterness hadn't left her.

She tensed for a moment, surprised by the show of affection that came with no strings attached, or at least none she could detect. She hesitated before placing her dainty hand over Thingol's when it lingered on her shoulder, finding her... grand-uncle's touch soothing despite the strangeness of it.

She followed his example at sat with him, on a different chair. The air tasted sweet with pollen, a rich, heady weight in her chest.

"I'm not sure where to start, your majesty." Nívëien spoke, finding herself floundering. "There is much to say... our family has become much bigger. Grandfather has had many children, and many grandchildren. Our family is the largest in all of Aman."

"My cousins number easily in the double digits," the teleri princess informed Thingol. "Many have become successful sailors and Masters of the sea, and my mother, the first of grandfather's two daughters, is a great and well respected healer. My younger sister, Laurëien, follows in her footsteps."

@menelvagor

[sewing-elven-maid]

From Nívëien ^^ @niveien-marillanis

The protect her part is situational, since she's not able to physically fight. She can poison or arrange to have anyone that tries to have Molinde taken care of.

We have a triple bingo here!!!

((And worry not, Mol can fight for both!))

[thegreatstrongbow]

🌿🍒 Beleg for Nívëien? @pearlmaidenofalqualonde

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse 

"My lady, watch where you are standing." Beleg was rosy-cheeked and joyful, as the city celebrated midwinter. It was a beautiful day - cold, but with bright winter's sunlight, and a fresh blanket of snow that dusted the hair and ears of the reveller's. Someone had tied a branch of mistletoe to the tree branch above her.

Beleg kissed her cheek sweetly. "Unless you are hunting for kisses?"

@niveien-marillanis

[pxnxply]

WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE?

I did it twice, because I can.

Idril: a rose colored sun

You are warmth. You are hope. You are always reaching, and reaching. You have a great love inside you, and you are determined to share it with others, to warm them from the cold and empty void. But you give too much. You have torn yourself open, and now your light is stained with your own blood. Do you think yourself too reckless? Do you know how to stop? You are passion. You are a burning, bleeding heart. All look to you for guidance, for your comfort, but who will catch you when you fall? Never forget, no matter how many times you fade beneath the horizon, no matter how many times your sun has set, you will rise again at dawn.

Eöl: a shadowed figure within a void

You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really? Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things. Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction. You are the villain of your own story. There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

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[gxldenfinwe]

❝ i’m sorry that i never trusted you. i don’t know how to do that any more. ❞ For Arvo from Niveien @niveien-marillanis

"It is not your fault, Nívëien." Arafinwë took her hand in his own, cupping it gently. There was much he wished to say, but he did not think words would aid them here. Her hurt was too raw.

"What matters is that you are safe now."

[sewing-elven-maid]

"I have a spell for that." Sick memes from Nívëien @niveien-marillanis

@niveien-marillanis

"Oh? I may be quite curious about it." Molinde replied with whatever voice she was left.

She had been feeling under the weather for the longest time now by Elf standard. Again, the only gauge had been Aman, but in Beleriand it was a whole new range of sickness.

She sat better on the chair she had been whilst she finished some needle work. "I am at a loss, my Lady. I have never been this much sick." She made a pause. "All things considered you should not even be near me."