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[helreginn]

Hel nodded once, for herself. Her shoulders were uncomfortably tight as they walked. Not for fear of herself but for fear of how he might get hurt if he was not careful. If he did not heed her warning. Her hair is bright and it is not without cause. Like the most venomous of animals, it is a warning. One she only need worry he pays mind a little ways longer.

Her lungs go the same way as her shoulders as they continue on. A deal struck with blade against body never can be trusted as earnest.

Until he is loosed and she is away, Hel would not settle.

Her words stung his pride; as if he could not best her! She was not a witch, not an elf – only a woman, even if a strange one. He could fight her, if she had not caught him off guard.

Andrٴóg was many things, however, and careless with his own life he was not. There was no reason to fight if she was being honest.

“Fine.” He grumbled, clearly unhappy with the whole situation. “You have a deal.”

[sashaofravenlock]

@pxnxply Continued from here.

The silence in the room was deafening, only broken up by the light clinking of glasses and the sound of utensils upon ceramic plates. It seemed that today was far more busy for everyone in Doriath, except for the two of them. On a good day there was little for them to discuss, and even less with everyone gone.

His hand entered her peripheral vison, too close to her plate, and she instantly struck it, growling and pinning her ears at him.

"You have your own food."

[askrossiel]

"Tell me, girl." Eöl emerged from a shadowy path, his face set in what seemed to be a permanent scowl. "Which path to the King's seat? I have business with him. Be quick."

Rossiel startled visibly at the voice, eyes wide and ears twitching. She fussed at a sleeve of her kirtle, burying her fingers in the woolen fabric for comfort. "B... business with King Thingol, sir?"

[the-heart-vigor]

(In AU where Eöl stayed in Gondolin)

The youth before him was an interesting creature. In his past life, Eöl had had few dealings with Men and none of them had inspired fond feelings in him (though few things did). This one seemed little more than a boy to him, and Maeglin had told him how he and his brother had been favoured by the king.

“What is so special about you, then?”

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"My height, I guess" Huor scratched his chin.

Everyone could not believe so easily that the mortal boy was so young when he was so tall. But Huor was only thirteen years old and he looked as if he was already an adult. His people, whom he would probably not see ever again, always said that he would grow up to be taller than his father.

"I am an adolescent but I am as tall as my father."

[scion-of-kings]

The tides of Sirion | For @pxnxply's Idril Celebrindal

Their numbers had grown, but that was seldom a good omen in a place such as the Havens of Sirion. Their numbers had grown because the remnants of another fallen realm had found their way into their sanctuary, and only more would follow.

Gil-galad was barely sixty, but the sense of naivety that tends to cling about someone at that tender age had departed him long ago. Today, sweat covered his brow and the worn tunic he'd donned earlier in the morning had become a canvas of mud stains and saltwater as he helped around the settlement.

It had been barely a week since the host of the Gondolindrim, led by Princess Idril and her husband, had arrived with weary feet and even wearier hearts, and Sirion had since burned with activity. More tents had been raised to protect the newcomers from the elements while construction work began, children had been gathered at one of the longhouses so they could continue with their lessons and games, and the adults were making sure their newest additions had safe places to rest, and that their provisions were enough.

Círdan and Naneth had assigned him several tasks for the day while they oversaw their own share of duties, and Gil-galad had soon found out that physical work could be rewarding —in the sense that his head didn't spin with everything that entailed having the Gondolindrim here.

It was when he lifted his head to reach for a jug of water that he saw that Idril was just a few paces away.

"Watch your feet!" he called, hoisting himself up from the hole they'd been digging. He wiped his brow with the cuff of his tunic before getting to his feet. "It is... Uhm, foundation work. I have been told your new dwellings will be stronger that way."

He knew next to nothing about construction work —other than ship building—, but he'd found out it was at times difficult to speak with people he barely knew yet, and that was as good an excuse as any. His mind was still reeling from the fact she was a cousin of him, one he had never known until now, and all the implications of her being here.

"I trust your people are adapting well to the Havens?" he half asked, his voice tentative.

[strengthandvigour]

i've never been unfaithful to you. (Idril @pxnxply )

"I know that, my lady. This is one of the reasons why I love you too much."

Tuor love Idril more than life and he didn't want to hurt her. But he knew that he was just a mortal man and he didn't know what would happen when he would die. But there was no reason to think like that when he was with her. Somehow, Idril could calm him down and he could think that everything could be alright.

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[menelvagor]

"&" Eowyn and Theodred 🥹 -✧- @pxnxply

Théodred was sitting on the ground looking out over the plains of The Mark, from one of the highest places in Edoras. He had been out of doors, spending time with his younger cousins, laughing and talking.

But at one point, his mind wandered and was only brought back by Éowyn tracing a scar on his forearm. He twitched, startled by the action, and turned to look at her. He calmed immediately, not wanting to scare her, and sighed.

"I am fine," he assured her, response said as though he had done so a thousand times before. Thinking of his various scars made flashes of battle and war appear before him. However, he smiled warmly at his cousin, near twenty years his younger. "I can tell you a story about that one."

[ofthevanyar]

❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ (Rogrog)

"How could you do something like that to me?"

[anthxlogy]

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death (reverse) (Amroth and Nimrodel)

It was a beautiful day, the sort where the sky is a particular shade of blue, and the leaves of the trees are a stunning contrast.

Nimrodel cautiously approached the ellon half laying against a tree in the clearing near her home. Was this some sort of trap? She slowly stepped closer, dagger in hand.

When she got closer she realized that this ellon was not - could not - be a threat. A large gash in his tunic indicated a gash in his torso. She dropped the dagger and rushed over.

"Friend," she briefly touched his cheek to get his attention. "What is your name? Where have you come from?"

At the very least she could try to send word to his next of kin when he died.

As she spoke, she tore from the bottom of her dress, trying to fashion some kind of bandage. Just enough to keep him from bleeding out before she could get him back to her home.

[nandekano]

"I fear we will end before the Ice." They had seen the smoke, yes, and the flames, but even now it seemed like the snow and ice went on forever. As Nande warmed his hands, Duilin managed a grateful smile. "It is hard to have hope; I fear... we do not know what we will find when we reach other side. What if we have traded the Ice for greater peril?" He shook his head, "Ah, but you give me hope, my friend. If you can see an end, then so can I." #nandekano#😢😢😢#ic; duilin

"I have to have hope my old friend. I have to believe this torment will be over soon." After finishing getting the blood moving in Duilin's hands once more, Nande gently slipped his own gloves onto them.

Meeting Duilin's gaze seriously, he allowed the other elf a brief moment to see past the mask he wore for all to see. "If I don't keep my spirits up, if I fall into despair, I just feel like something bad will happen. I feel ... Angry more than anything."

He shrugged then, tucking his hands under his arms to keep them warm. "I can't explain it. Maybe anger is better than hope or despair. Anger seems to keep me moving forward. I will see our people brought to safety."

He sighed then, huddling in closer to Duilin's side to share their collected warmth. "That, or I will die trying to make it so."

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[helreginn]

pxnxply answered:

send SCREAM to walk in on or hear my muse screaming. {{No but hear me out. How cute would it be if Mels found Hel just DYING of excitement she OBVIOUSLY cannot show to the elves because she is a proper and dainty lady-notgod-/thing/. And Mel just comes and finds her screaming into her pillow because she has too much energy in her body!}}

"Hel?" The noise was loud enough to prick her ears from down the hall, and rushed to Hel's door, the question falling from her lips as she turned the handle. Then she saw her, on her bed, pillow pressed to her own face. Melian filed through all the records of emotion she had gathered in her time among mortals. Hel was... happy? She laughed. "Are you quite alright?" @pxnxply

Hel didn't immediately respond. For a moment she just stilled. Playing dead. Embarrassed to have been caught in this moment of over-whelm.

And then, ever so slowly, she lifted her head to look at Melian. A face splitting smile on her face. Shining eyes. Unadalterated joy.

"I've gone mad, surely." she laughed, a little manic and unsure, "I.." She exhaled a whimper, "I think I'm in love, Mels."

[sashaofravenlock]

Eöl looked the young woman over. He had not seen her before, and she had a quality about her that struck him as un-elvish. One of the witch-queen's kin, perhaps? But she did not feel quite the same. He frowned at her, putting together all the information he had: she was dressed finely, and he had seen her the night before sitting by the queen's side.

"I have not seen you here before. You are?"

The dark elf's arrival brought much conversation to the halls of Menegroth, ellons and elleths alike all whispering about his presence, alone, despite being wed. Was she not now their kin if married to one of their own, as Ravenlock's own princess had become? Shouldn't she not be allowed to join in the festivities as well?

Sasha had barely left Mablung's side, going to find a roll to throw at Beleg as he flirted with a few huntresses, when she all but ran into Eöl.

"I am the foster daughter of our King and Queen; it is a pleasure to meet you as well."

[askrossiel]

the wise speak only of what they know. (Melian)

"And I don't know much of anything, so... I suppose that means I am only wise when I am on four legs and cannot speak with words."

[of-doriath]

'What will they say about me when the histories are written?' (Beren @pxnxply)

"I think they will say you had the loveliest smile."

[scion-of-kings]

a kiss on the temple. (Idril)

It was meant to be a sweet, tender gesture, but Gil-galad felt his lips tightening to contain emotion when the soft pressure of his cousin's kiss graced his temple. With a lowered head in a futile attempt to hide his expression, his gaze got lost on the intricate patterns woven in the carpet at their feet.

“Thank you,” he mumbled at last, voice soft and laden with everything he dared not say aloud; all his hopes and fears, all the anxiety building up inside. “Thank you for trusting I will be enough.”

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[legendariium]

[EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task. (Beren and Dior)

Dior had been meditating outside for two hours now. He’d come to accept that he couldn’t make sense of the vision he had, one of swans and flying ships. The peredhel did succeed in getting lost in the sensations of the forest around him, though. Despite Dior’s trance, his softly pointed ears still managed to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps. He knew without looking that they belonged to his father.

It was the scent more than anything that made Dior whip around, an almost childlike delight in his eyes. For a moment, all thoughts of his visions were forgotten.

“Is that naneth’s cinnamon bread? Please tell me it’s her cinnamon bread..”

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