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[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?"

[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.

[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..."

[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.

[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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[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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[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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[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."

[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."

[helreginn]

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“If I did not worry for you, that would be a worry unto itself.” Melian replied, finishing her gentle care and turning aside a moment to neatly pack away her supplies.  “I mean it. Do not put yourself at risk. I do not know how easy it would be to take solid shape again if you were destroyed. You and I - we have bound ourselves quite closely to the Children. I worry...” She shook her head. “Just be careful, my friend.” @pxnyply @thegreatstrongbow

She cowardly lowered her gaze to her lap, "That is certainly true. Nobody cares for my well being as ardently as you, my friend." The thought made her stomach hurt but Hel couldn't guess as to why.

"It doesn't stand to reason, does it?" Hel questioned, a frown wrinkling her brows as she slowly turned her head to one side, "We can change our forms. They are not us but we lose them and suddenly they are all that we have binding us to this world..."

Hel frowned at Melian. Not at her, but in her general direction. "Tell me your worry, Melian. I would share them if I only knew their name."

[driftinglightofthewoods]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” (Duilin)

"I- Beautiful?" Miston replied, a heavy blush very quickly spreading over his face and to the tips of his ears.

"It... You're being silly..."

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[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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