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[menelvagor]

Starter for @pxnxply. Muses: Éowyn & Boromir.

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The dark brown horse trotted into Emyn Arnen at a casual pace, taking their rider up and down the hills there, yet ever in the distance was a view of the fair Minas Tirith. Boromir breathed in and out slowly, the faint, flowery scent of Ithilien reaching him and bringing a feeling of peace. Finally, the brooding darkness East beyond the mountains was no longer there.

He had been in correspondence with Éowyn the past few weeks and together they had decided to make a plan regarding Faramir and his upcoming birthday. They arranged for Boromir to arrive at the house when his younger brother would be out on a patrol, so they could discuss alone.

Boromir slowed his horse to a stop and then dismounted, giving up the reigns when a stable hand came up. As he neared the entrance to the grand house, a little boy ran clumsily out and grinned widely on seeing his uncle.

"Elboron! How much you have grown!" Boromir said with a chuckle and then lifted his nephew up into his arms as he was given a hug with small arms. He saw Éowyn at the entrance then and offered her a smile. "It is nice to see you again, Éowyn."

[helreginn]

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“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

Hel, who had been otherwise distracted, slowly dragged her eyes across the horizon to meet first Andróg's eye and then lowered to the knife pointed noticeably at her neck. Her smile unfurled slowly before she looked at his face again.

The words she spoke were honey toned, but a smart man would hear the threat just barely dripping off every soft spoken syllable, "Oh, very fair." She nodded slow, "But you see.. my belongings are attatched. I would have to disrobe to grant your their possession. I...I could not. You would have to turn around..."

[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.

[sashaofravenlock]

Continued from X @pxnxply

"Sorcerer? I'm no mere sorcerer." Laughter bubbled up her throat, turning to a cackle before it was absorbed within the cawing of a thousand crows, sounding from every direction around the elf. The tree he clung to shrunk back into the earth and vines gripped his legs before the earth shifted again to knock him onto his stomach.

"I am far worse," her voice was suddenly beside his ear, her breath hot upon her skin. Yet, when he'd look, no one was there.

[ofthevanyar]

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

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

[bouncingbeleg]

"Elf." The watch was quiet tonight. "I have a question. Why the shoes?" (Andróg)

"My shoes?" Beleg looked down, angling his shoe to catch the firelight. Pride crept into his tone, hands on hips. "I made them myself, you like?"

[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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[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."

[silvercrowned]

🔥 from Amroth

“Your majesty,” Celebrían rose and gracefully curtseyed when King Amroth approached. “How kind of you to accept my Fathers invitation.”

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[greycloakedking]

Melian places a flower on top of his head and steals a kiss.

Thingol pressed close, raising up on his toes to prolong the kiss. She smelled as sweet as the flowers.

[helreginn]

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"I cannot ask that of you." Ilúvatar had his designs; in taking this mortal form, Melian had resigned herself to being part of them, creation and not creator - the audience, not the performer. She knew it was forbidden for the ainur to entangle themselves in the fates of the Children. Yet... "You would put yourself at such risk for her. For them. And yet I could not even tell you where they are. Morgoth has blinded me." @pxnxply @thegreatstrongbow

"Then.. Then do not ask it." The hand that wasn't laid over Melian's forearm reached up to softly caress her cheek, "I will go of my own volition."

Hel leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Melian's. Her eyes fell shut on a sigh that lingered in quiet. Bravery was not her strong suit. It took effort. Even just to figure out what it was that she was afraid of..

"If he wills it, I will find them. I will bring them home. And if I cannot.. I can at least slow down the rest."

[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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[ofthevanyar]

❛ We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. ❜ (Idril, pick a verse)

"I think an actual battlefield would be less exhausting," Amari�� said wryly, fanning herself. Summer was the worst time to be pregnant.

[bouncingbeleg]

“There was something whispering in the wind…” (Androg)

"Whispering?" Beleg asked, head tilting and ears twitching to catch whatever sounds Andróg had heard. "I hear nothing now... what did it say?"

[anthxlogy]

"What if they kissed?" (Ioreth and Talion)

“Talion, Talion,” Ioreth set her basket down and gripped the iron bars. She should not have been in there - it wasn’t fair.

All of her pleadings to her Father had fallen on deaf ears. Even admitting Talion was her husband had only angered him more. The bars were just wide enough for her to lean forward to kiss him.

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