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[helreginn]

@thegreatstrongbow asked:

Send me a “OH MY!” for your muse to accidently walk in on my muse naked.

With enough care and patience, Hel's hair was long and thick enough she could fashion a dress from the honey gold wefts of it.

She sure wished it could cover the parts of her body he was immediately privvy to. But she had pulled her hair back to better access the curves and and shapes of her body with the damp cloth. It was not the steaming and welcome bath of Doriath's wellspring, but it was the best she could do on a journey's long end.

Her hand and the cloth had just dipped between her and beneath her left breast as the door to her room swung open and she froze, eyes wide and horrified.

Nudity and being exposed didn't much matter to Hel. What need have the Ainur of self esteem issues? Or even propriety. To be precise, or technical, at least, Hel was not undressed.

She was simply bare.

And he? He was met with the slap of a cold and dirty wet rag to his cheek before he could so much as utter the word, "Gosh."

"Occupied!" She yelled loudly, placing the leg previously propped on the bed to the floor. "GET OUT!"

[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."

[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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[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."

[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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[sashaofravenlock]

@pxnxply Continued from here.

Her face brightened as the flowers flourished more upon Melian's head. The queen's innate, subconscious, magic doing far more than she could've with her more focused of magicks.

"You're welcome, my queen," she beamed up at Melian as she took a seat. "I have some of the most amazing news to share with you."

[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."

[bouncingbeleg]

🫧 (Andróg)

Beleg let out a soft sound, eyes closed as Andróg's fingers worked through his hair. When had someone last done this for him? His chin trembled and he let out a tight breath.

[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.

[luthriel-tinuviel]

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them. (from Beren)

Lúthriel grinned up happily at her father.

She finally learned how to control her powers – harness it perfectly under her fingertips.

“I did it, ada! I really did it!”

She stated – feeling so much happiness and gleaming so happily seeing how proud her father was looking down at her with a proud expression.

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[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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[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," Amarië said wryly, fanning herself. Summer was the worst time to be pregnant.

[nandekano]

[ BONFIRE WARD ] Sender and reciever have been traversing a deep, dark wood as the clock strikes midnight at midwinter. The veil is at its thinnest, and the undead walk. Now reciever and sender must huddle up and keep watch over their fire through-out the night - for if it's snuffed, untold horrors await. (Duilin)

Nande shifted closer to Duilin before swooping out his great heavy cloak. The dark of the ice had always been bitter, but on this night it seemed even more so. There was a cold smell of death and despair in the frigid air.

"Huddle close my friend." he said through gritted teeth. "This night is going to be worse than all the others already past." He drew the heavy cloak hood up over both of them, letting the cold skin of their cheeks press together for added warmth.

"We can take turns tending the fire." His voice, normally warm and teasing was short and bitten out from his effort to not let his teeth chatter together. Already they had lost Turu's wife, and his two elder brothers huddled close together in grief and warmth, protecting the youngest among them.

"Are you comfortable enough?" he asked, turning slightly to look Duilin over for a moment. "I believe, if also bring your cloak about us both we can trap the air between us. It should be enough to warm us."

He smiled somewhat wearily, "At least, if not warm, it can keep us both from freezing."

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[of-doriath]

❛ There is no power but what the people allow you to take. ❜ (Lu from Melian)

"That doesn't seem hard, Mama. No one has ever refused to give me power."