#roquenxnar :: myndilon

[sonxofxgondor]

@roquenxnar asked: ' but through it all, i still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing '

Sentence Starters: Agatha Christie! \\ Myndilon Sancrevar

Akin to flowers bloomed amongst the ash of an old and destroyed world, still were there little wonders to be found in the lands. Miracles that Sauron had not trampled - unable to be crushed from battle broken boots or cut from the sharpness of steel blades. Endured despite all the pain had happiness been. Lingered just beneath the surface; hidden to all of those who did not know how to look. But in honest was it there. Almost touched by eager fingertips, even when Boromir could not see it and began to think it gone forever. Just as his father had begun to believe. Committed himself to the very idea like a bridegroom before the ceremonial alter, cast away any hope for an alternative. Denethor did not see. Was blind, noticed nothing that did not appear as maps upon scroll, strategy upon parchment. But Boromir would not be so. Not all beauty had faded just yet. There was still more to witness, more life to be lived and hoped for.

Boromir nodded, the smile on his lips a gentle one. "Life is precious. A gift not to be taken lightly. So many have been greedy with it. Careless, as if it were no more than mere dust upon their boot soles, a meaningless little thing. So much good could be done with life, if only everyone put their mind to doing good. That, in the very least, is what I hope to do with my own. Sir Myndilon? If I may ask a knight of your honor and regard, do you not concern yourself with your own life? Your people, the Elves, your lives span hundreds beyond my own. Do you not ever become overwhelmed by it? Wonder, perhaps, if you have done all that you wish to do? Life has treated me kindly, and yet... I don't feel as if I have done all that I am meant to do. There is so much left, but the hours grow ever shorter and shorter. I fear failure."

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

For: Myndilon :: @roquenxnar Unspecified Muse: Arathorn

   There was a point at which his level of patience had a tendency to just... evaporate. And when that happened, it didn't bode well. Not many people actually managed to push him to that point though and those who did, preferred not to repeat the experience. Provided that they weren't dead that was; this was usually reserved for Orcs and anything or anyone in that category of evil.

Elladan and Elrohir on the other hand?

  They were in a category all of their own. Simply because they liked to try and test his patience more than once. Not that Arathorn had ever lost his temper with them yet. ...Although it wasn't from lack of trying. As much he appreciated the twins for getting him back to Rivendell in time to save his life, he also had a limit.

  A lone slate grey eye gazed out across the Bruinen Ford, hidden from sight. The Dunedain Chieftain wasn't in the slightest bit bothered about making himself known to folk. Elrond knew where to find if he was needed as did some of his kin. But no one else did and he was grateful for that.

  As the last of the sunlight started to fade away, Arathorn was thinking about moving to visit Tornhad. At least, until he heard footsteps nearing and stood up to see who it was. Not at all surprised to see the old elf.

"Myndilon."

[dreadwxlf]

~ The true direness of their situation had not seem to hit Myndilon -- and Solas was not sure now was the best time to convince him that the world (and their people) as they knew it was long gone. Perhaps the Sentinel was simply in denial after being presented with such shocking news. ~

~ " The other elves among us now are our mortal descendants; they remember next to nothing of our history, twisting fiction into fact. We are the only Elvhen in Skyhold... ". Solas tilts his head slightly as Myndilon mentions his family. " ...How many years ago did they depart? " He supposed it was possible she could still yet live, but...his gut told him otherwise. As the topic quickly shifts to that of the so-called gods, Solas's expression visibly sours. ~

~ " I did not serve the Evanuris, " he answers flatly. " ...But I was loyal to Mythal, long ago. I hope that will allow me to find common ground among her other Sentinels, in time... ". He and the old man had most certainly crossed paths when he served as Mythal's right hand -- but that had been when Solas was much younger. " ...I visited her Temple from time to time. Perhaps we met there, " he added. Without fully understanding the other elf's loyalties, it would be unwise to reveal himself as the Dread Wolf now. " ...After the sundering, I slept in uthenera, weathering the ages. I awoke only a year ago, and have been attempting to gather our remaining people ever since. " ~

~ Solas's mouth twists slightly in displeasure as Myndilon claps him on the back and addresses him as da'len. He wasn't quite sure how old the Sentinel was, but Solas was certainly millennia older (not that it particularly mattered). Along with his wizened appearance, something told the elf that Myndilon wasn't quite all there -- perhaps that was why the other Sentinels had released him. Still, he was one of handful of his kinsman that still lived. ~

~ " Yes, " he confirms, his expressions falling a bit. " ...We are the last of the living Elvhen people. I survived the sundering by falling into uthenera, as your fellow Sentinels did. I suspect that others may yet still slumber, but... ". He shakes his head, letting out a short sigh. " ...I apologize that you must discover this so abruptly. But rediscovering the Temple has given me hope that more of our people may yet still live, sequestered away in hidden places. Despair has not won yet, lethallin. " ~

[thedivaking]

❛ i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go. ❜ (from Myndilon, @roquenxnar!)

myndilon — @roquenxnar

For a moment, at the edge of his grand hall, where dancing shadows were cast against limestone by the unruly flicker of torch lights, Thranduil remained silent. His spirit had been stirred by the rustling of Mirkwood and her discomfort. The stranger before him, though of an Elven aura, was neither Sindar nor Silvan, with weary features and an intensity foreign to the Elven kingdoms of Eriador and Rhovanion. But Thranduil's realm would always be a sanctuary for those in need, even if his mind remained wary of the few who made it to his doorstep without aid. Rarely did the elves of other lands seek refuge here. And rarely did they endure his forest unscathed. His voice was measured. Regal. With a touch of curiosity, but gently laced in suspicion. "From whence do you come, wanderer? Your burdens are certainly great if they have brought you to Mirkwood."

[orcristwielder]

@roquenxnar // continued from here.

BRIGHT BLUES HAD WATCHED AS THE ELDER HAD MOVED, DENTED ARMOR clinking together. Thorin's head tilted catching the grimace the elder had given at the clinking, the brunette having kept his chuckle down. That was a sound he had been quite used to so it hasn't bothered him in the slightest, but it must have been a bit on the annoying side. "No offense taken." The dwarf replied, a nod being given in thanks.

His gaze followed the other, head tilting as he spoke. His grandson? Oh, oh. That had Thorin wondering though he would not ask his question outloud. Another nod had been given at the approval of staying, along with a small 'thank you' having been said by the royal in thanks for being allowed to stay and rest his head for the night.

The brunette moved to take a seat, glancing at the elder a moment before doing so. His gaze would shift back when Myndilon asked his question. A deep breath had been taken, his immediate response was always 'it's none of your business' to those who often asked. But this man was nothing more than generous and allowing a stranger to stay in his space - let alone a dwarf to do so, showed Thorin that he could let his walls down a tiny bit. "I am traveling to the Blue Mountains - Ered Luin, as some know it as." The Blue Mountains had been his home for sixty years, traveling back and forth between there and other places to work once more or meet with members of court.

"I had also heard word of my father being in the area." Thorin spoke, his tone soft at the mere mention of Thrain, whom he had not seen since Moria.

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?” for Aragorn ~Myndilon @roquenxnar!

  "You'd have to find him first." Came the neutral response, although the rarely seen smirk on Aragorn's features was anything but neutral. The smirk soon faded and the Ranger looked down at his blood soaked clothes.

  "Half of this isn't my blood, Myndilon."

@roquenxnar

[sonxofxgondor]

Rivendell was more than the place from which mysteries could be answered. Decorated in gold and emerald, the colors of the leaves, silver waters that cooled the nearby falls. Erected against the foundations of mountain boarders - arches of smooth and ragged rock - modeled by hands that remained inconspicuous. It was a beautiful sight to behold, beloved by even more wonderful creatures, and Boromir did not wish to leave it. Would happily make company with the Elves that he had once thought to be strange and suspicious; welcome them into his own homeland, share in good ale and good times. Had there been no One Ring to concern with, in delighted spirits would the whole of Rivendell been. A celebration between the races of Middle Earth. A grand party, conversation devoted to merriment rather than possible complete destruction. But for how beautiful the kingdom was, Myndolin a no lesser nor abominable feature, proud and dignified Elf that he was, Boromir could not ease the trouble inside of his heart.

Denethor would not be pleased to know that of which proved to be true. From the lips of the Elven master himself, Elrond would not see the Ring passed into the hands of mortal men. Gondor lightened of its golden load. Powers beyond that of what was understood, no more was it a gift than a curse. Boromir could not wield it, nor could anyone of his likeness, there was no other keeper. Sauron alone could claim the Ring's use. Bend it to his very will - rise the seas and crumble the hills - torment the minds of all who dared to oppose him. Better was the Ring destroyed than left to continue on. Thrown into the fires from which it came, melted into nothingness, a memory and legend lost forever. Mordor and all evil vanquished. Peace restored.

Cast into flame, but far from the stewardship of Gondor. Out of reach from either Boromir and Denethor - the people of Gondor, the kingdom of Gondor. Undefended, unprotected, their promises broken and Boromir left uncertain of what to do next.

"My father is a noble man, Sir Myndolin." Confessed Boromir, fingers quick to tuck a loose hair behind his own ear, a nervous habit. "But his rule is failing. He looks to me to make things right, and I would do it, it is just... I do not know how. Our people lose faith. Everyone is tired and frightened. I would see the glory of Gondor returned, but time doesn't seem to be on my side. As the dark forces grow, I lose more and more of it. I can not bear the thought of leaving my people before I have done all that I can for them. I can not leave them to this mess, to this horridness that has stolen their happiness."

Boromir felt tears gather in his eyes, but whatever amount came, he did not shed. Rather hid them behind his truths, the honesty that he felt so comfortable to share with his newest companion. "I can't stand for failure on my part. I must do all that I can to make things right. Not just for my people but for all in Middle Earth. I would gladly die for such a sake. But I know there is still so much left. There is only so much time. And I only ever feel as if I am losing it, like sands slipping between my fingers. Oh, Myndilon, forgive me! My burdens are not meant to be yours, too. I should not have overwhelmed you with them. You certainly have enough to worry about on your own plate. I am sorry, my friend."

"This is not your battle but mine. It's the Fellowship's. And the nine of us shall see it done. Come, please, may I fetch you a glass of wine? A cup of sparkling water? I think I would like to join you in the matter, if you do not mind me being around. Soldiers such as ourselves deserve a moment to enjoy a drink."

There was too much commotion for the old knight, inside the House. Folk from Gondor, Ered Lindon, Greenwood— no, Mirkwood, he had to correct himself— and beyond, all gathered over some business his family would not speak of. Too important, the Lord of the house had said, for the old elf to forget, and speak of it to the wrong person. So Myndilon stood watch from the balcony overlooking the grand waterfall, and the road out of their secluded home. He’d been so absorbed in the scenery that he hadn’t realized to whom he was speaking— not until the younger man asked his question. Silvery brows flicked up as he looked down, a lop-sided, gap-toothed grin spread over his lips, and he chuckled. “Ah-ha! I didn’t think you were my Urnarseldo. My grandson— great-grandson?” He waved a hand, and stepped aside, allowing Boromir to approach the balcony, slapping the railing in invitation. 

He was silent, for a moment, staring down at the steward’s son, head tilted like a confused, old mutt, as he contemplated the questions. He shrugged, turning back to the waterfall, eyes falling half-shut. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so quick to assume we are much better. What is one day, after all, in six-thousand years? Or ten-thousand? It’s easy to take it for granted, until you sit and think a while.” He released a heavy sigh, running a hand through his short, shaggy hair. “What a curious question— ‘have I done all I wish to do’? I should think not! I mean—” He stood from his hunched position, and gestured to the falls— “you are young, and think you have everything you need— a liege, a duty— and then you meet their eyes. The love of your life. And now you have even more to do, a new purpose. Time passes, and you’ve got children; well, now you’ve got to stay, care for them, see them grow… then you have grandchildren, and now— Valar preserve me, some nasty business with the dwarves! And your grandson insists you visit this nice young man he’s met— You see? Things are never simply ‘done’ until you’ve dropped dead.” His smile fell as he looked down at the young man, and shook his head. 

“You seem to have a good home, certainly, but why trouble yourself with such thoughts? You’re young, you’ve got years ahead of you; unless you’ve got some illness I can’t see.” He gave a short laugh, and shook his head. “And if you worry too much, the hours will grow short, indeed! Now, what is this all about?” 

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

❝ i am very weary. i must rest here a moment. ❞ From Myndilon! (@roquenxnar)

  Hal tilted her head slightly, checking on the time of day and leaned against a nearby tree. Not minding the pause in their travel. "If you'd prefer to, there's a town not far from here that we can stop in over night. Especially given the storm that's approaching."

@roquenxnar

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

⊙ for Myndilon and Urnarseldo each! (@roquenxnar )

Muse: Myndilon Arathorn thinks you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

Muse: Urnarseldo Hal thinks you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

@roquenxnar

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

“Long years have passed. You did not have the cares you carry, now.” (for anyone! from Myndilon!)

"No... My cares back then were far worse." Hal glanced up at him, from where he was sorting out his first aid kit.

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

Starters owed

Known @respectablebaggins :: Bilbo | Done | before the Dwarves appear | Muse: Hal @storiedocs :: Erui | TBD | Freezing starter | Muse: Undecided @roquenxnar :: Myndilon | TBD | AU | Muse: Arathorn @gezelligheiid :: Elen | Done | ? | Muse: Undecided

If you have liked a starter call but your name/muse isn't on here, let me know as I'm being a tiny bit forgetful due to a headache. side eyes @gezelligheiid 😅

On the other hand, poke me if you haven't liked a starter call but would like one anyway.

[orcristwielder]

⊙ for Myndilon and Urnarseldo each! (@roquenxnar )

• SEND ME ⊙ • — accepting!

MYNDILON —

I think you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak | 

URNARSELDO —

I think you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak | 

@roquenxnar

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

Owes (No particular order) As of: 30.1.23

Replies Eruingil | storiedocs Mairon | admirableringmaker Thorin | orchristwelder Talion | easternshadow Viola | wanderingarcherviola Orodreth | artaresto Celebrian | silvercrowned Aranduriel | athaexnen Thranduil | kingofthemirkwoodelks Amarië | ofthevanyar Glorfindel | lordofthegoldenflower Beleg | thegreatstrongbow Bilba | msboggins Halanor | fxrest-born Myndilon | roquenxnar Hermione | chaotiicgoods Daenerys | dragcnsdaughter

Asks None

Starters Eruingil | storiedocs | WIP

If I've missed you, let me know? My head hasn't been the best lately, although I'm trying.

[orcristwielder]

❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ (from Myndilon @roquenxnar !)

•MEME HERE• @roquenxnar — no longer accepting!

THE DWARF WOULDN'T ANSWER FOR A FEW MOMENTS. His gaze would take in the scene around him before bright blues looked to the one before him "Merely looking for a place to rest is all." Thorin said, head tilting a moment. "Is that a problem?"

[dreadwxlf]

~ Solas's mouth twists slightly in displeasure as Myndilon claps him on the back and addresses him as da'len. He wasn't quite sure how old the Sentinel was, but Solas was certainly millennia older (not that it particularly mattered). Along with his wizened appearance, something told the elf that Myndilon wasn't quite all there -- perhaps that was why the other Sentinels had released him. Still, he was one of handful of his kinsman that still lived. ~

~ " Yes, " he confirms, his expressions falling a bit. " ...We are the last of the living Elvhen people. I survived the sundering by falling into uthenera, as your fellow Sentinels did. I suspect that others may yet still slumber, but... ". He shakes his head, letting out a short sigh. " ...I apologize that you must discover this so abruptly. But rediscovering the Temple has given me hope that more of our people may yet still live, sequestered away in hidden places. Despair has not won yet, lethallin. " ~

@roquenxnar

~ The trip to the Temple of Mythal had been...enlightening to say the least. They had stopped Corypheus from gaining another source of power, however, destroying the Well of Sorrows in the process. What that meant for the Inquisitor, whom had volunteered to absorb its knowledge, Solas couldn't say -- but it was nothing good. Most importantly, he had discovered that more of his people still lived. The majority of the Sentinels had decided to remain in the temple; however, one had requested to join the Inquisition -- Myndilon. ~

~ While the majority of Skyhold had retired for the evening, Myndilon was still sorting through the few possessions he had brought from the temple. ~

~ " An'daran Atish'an, " Solas greeted with a polite bow. " The Inquisitor instructed that I show you to your quarters. I am called Solas -- we met briefly in the temple. " He glanced behind him -- the hall was completely deserted. ~

~ "...I was also hoping that we could speak privately on more...sensitive matters, " Solas continued in their native tongue. " It is a pleasure to speak with a fellow Elvhen...I am certain you have devised so already, but only a handful of us remain... ". ~

[dreadwxlf]

@roquenxnar

~ The trip to the Temple of Mythal had been...enlightening to say the least. They had stopped Corypheus from gaining another source of power, however, destroying the Well of Sorrows in the process. What that meant for the Inquisitor, whom had volunteered to absorb its knowledge, Solas couldn't say -- but it was nothing good. Most importantly, he had discovered that more of his people still lived. The majority of the Sentinels had decided to remain in the temple; however, one had requested to join the Inquisition -- Myndilon. ~

~ While the majority of Skyhold had retired for the evening, Myndilon was still sorting through the few possessions he had brought from the temple. ~

~ " An'daran Atish'an, " Solas greeted with a polite bow. " The Inquisitor instructed that I show you to your quarters. I am called Solas -- we met briefly in the temple. " He glanced behind him -- the hall was completely deserted. ~

~ "...I was also hoping that we could speak privately on more...sensitive matters, " Solas continued in their native tongue. " It is a pleasure to speak with a fellow Elvhen...I am certain you have devised so already, but only a handful of us remain... ". ~