#verya

[elgaladwen]

Fictober 2024 - Day 5-6

Prompts: "It's a new day, let's go!" & "I'm not giving up."

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings Online (OCs)

Warnings: N/A

The morning was bright and brimming with potential as a tawny lynx trotted up a hillock, two elves not fair behind, their voices low on the wind as they conversed about the lands around them, excited for a new day of exploration and adventure.

“Ah, pity we broke our fast already,” Nimardril, the much shorter of the two elves, was saying as they reached the top of the small rise. “Wouldn't this be a lovely place for a picnic?”

Other small hills, all adorned with wildflowers and the occasional boulder, dotted the landscape around them, eventually rising to loftier heights as they approached the nearby mountains, before eventually becoming lost in the mist that had yet to burn away.

“We may stop whenever we wish, not just to eat.” The taller of the two elves, Daerhovan, chuckled. “Or did the ways of the pariain rub off on you during your last visit to the Shire?”

Nimardril snorted as she did indeed stop, drawing in a deep lungful of the clean air while she looked about, almost jumping as her gaze fell to Verya the lynx, who was now right in front of her, staring up at her expectantly.

“You know I can't give you jerky so much!” She uttered to the feline, who apparently had decided it was a good time for a picnic too. “I promised Daerhovan!” It was hard to resist the large, unblinking eyes, though, and she felt her resolve start to falter, before Daerhovan stepped up to her side.

“You would not wish for your hunting skills to grow slack, mellon. It is the same for Verya, since we cannot always be here to feed her.” He looked from one of his companions to the other, tone stern, but his pale green eyes bore nothing but kindness.

Reluctantly, Nimardril drew her hand away from the pocket where she kept the strips of dried, cured venison, shooting an apologetic look to Verya, who let out a puff of breath, and turned away to stalk through the tall grass.

“That is wise of course.” Conceded Nimardril. “But our whole friendship is built upon jerky. What if she doesn't like me anymore?” She was mostly joking, yet the smallest of worries did exist.

“I'm sure you two will be just fine bonding over the jerky you still slip her when you think I do not see.” Daerhovan huffed, and Nimardril could not help but laugh.

“Ah, so she and I need to work on our stealth, I understand!” She replied cheekily, before the pair fell into companionable silence.

Not long after they'd started walking again, Verya having rejoined them with a limp hare clutched in her maw, they spotted an opening into one of the larger hills, the dark space ringed with rock.

“Could this be a barrow?” Nimardril wondered aloud as they moved to investigate. Not hearing or sensing any immediate danger, and with both elves loving to explore ruins, they were soon inside with crudely fashioned torches, venturing down a steeply sloping path.

They'd gone deep enough for the air around them to be quite cold and damp by the time the passage opened into a round chamber, the far end barely visible in the warm, flickering glow of their torches. There didn't seem to be any other door leading out, nor were there bodies or anywhere obvious that any might have rested, had this place once be used for burial. Instead, there were metal pipes and contraptions on the wall, strange to Nimardril's eyes, and long rusted, looking nearly the same color as the stone behind them. She moved to examine an iron wheel, testing it out, and with little surprise, finding it stuck fast. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Daerhovan crouching atop a stone carving in the floor, mostly worn away by age, but soon enough she was absorbed in the wheel again, pulling out her most slender stiletto, and using it to push away and scrape some of the accumulated rust from the spot the wheel met the wall. More swiftly than she would have guessed, Nimardril got the wheel moving again, and gave a soft shout of triumph as she turned it with all her might, half expecting water or steam to appear somewhere in the room, but though she couldn't hear much over the harsh grinding of stone and metal, all she did catch when she stopped again, was a faint click to her side. “Sorry, all that noise for nothing, I guess!” She uttered cheerfully as she turned toward Daerhovan- Only to see that he was no longer there.

Frowning, Nimardril held her torch higher, peering around the room. Had he slipped away in that short time without telling her? But no, there was Verya, pawing at the worn stone carving in the ground, and as she bent to examine it more closely, she could see gouges etched into it, as if it had slid under the stone next to it countless times. Icy fingers of dread seeped into her heart, making her throat tight with worry. “Daer… Daerhovan?” She called, softly at first, then again loudly, her voice echoing back to her ears in mockery, but with no answer from the other elf. “He's down there, isn't he?” She uttered to Verya, who slowly blinked back at her in the way Nimardril took as affirmation.

Scrambling back to the wheel, she wrenched on it again, first one way, then the other, trying to do anything that might open the trapdoor once more, but to her utter horror, the corroded iron snapped off in her hands, and she blinked down at the bent shape before tossing it away with a cry of rage.

Panic began to cloud her thoughts. Had she just caused her friend's death? Was he lying somewhere in pain? Were there things down there, deep in the earth, that might cause him harm? Cursing, she forced herself to calm, deep breaths of damp air filling her lungs once again, as she uttered to Verya, “Alright. I will find another way down. There are many strange spots in here that we've not examined.”

The feline followed her, keeping within the circle of the torch’s glow, and Nimardril was glad for the company, even as she wondered if Verya blamed her as she blamed herself, for what had happened to Daerhovan.

Minutes passed, each feeling like an age to her, before Nimardril noticed a rotting wooden hatch in the ground, which disintegrated further as she dug her fingernails in to yank it up, revealing a rusted iron ladder. Both she and the large cat peered down into the darkness as hope began to rekindle deep within her. Surely this had to lead to where he'd fallen, since it wasn't too far away!

Raising her gaze again, she met Verya’s eyes, the slitted pupils wide in the dim light. “I don't think you can climb down there with me, so will you go back outside?” In answer, the lynx sat back upon her hind legs, not having to speak to signal she was staying put. Smiling softly, Nimardril nodded. “Ah, I understand. I do not wish to leave him either, but will you go if you sense danger at least?”

When the feline made no answer, Nimardril went on, her tone determined as she vowed, “I will not give up until I've brought him out. I promise.”

Verya gave her slow, deliberate, affimatory blink again, giving Nimardril the impression that she thought her rather dense, but now wasn't the time to dwell upon that. As quick as she was able, she fashioned and lit another crude torch, stabbing it into the ground near the hole, before putting out and stowing her own so that she could use both hands to climb.

“Alright. Well. I'll see you soon!” With that, Nimardril began to descend the old ladder with as light of steps as she could muster. Verya's face and the torchlight above becoming more and more distant when she did look up, despair for Daerhovan warring with the hope in her heart.

Notes: Apologies for the cliffhanger and the dryness here. I meant to also include today's prompt, but I decided to save the rest of the story for later, and other prompts. (And perhaps today's prompt still too!)

I'd blame the horrible writing on me sneaking this in between highly technical meetings today, but I find my writing way too dry and dull even when that isn't the case. This story feels worse than usual though, so I'm sorry to anyone who actually read this. Hopefully the continuation will be better!

Verya and Daerhovan belong to @loremastering on here, so I am just borrowing them, and of course anything I have them do is my own interpretation of the characters and not necessarily canon.

[the-doodleer]

i literally can’t stop drawing him, this sweaty italian lives rent free in my head now :3

[09lover]

Es did you take my black eye shadows? I mean, with you being on your emo arc and everything /j /j /j /j /j /j (because of the pfp and the banner? I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm just messing with you)

ynmm… ymmmunmmummm… maybe..? LOOK ITS JUST ME WHEN MIKOTOS INTERROGATION QJS OKYDHEJJFJSJD evaporates

[wamiandayne]

seeing some really stupid takes on the dash today

[dear-mortality]

Yes hai this is me

[truebluehue]

Seven

Greed

“It has been 10 cycles since your iknimaya, when will you settle?”

Ah yes the question that has been thrown at you since you turned 18 cycles.

“Sa’nok, I will when the time comes. I am just not interested in anyone at the moment.” You say exasperatedly. Well no one that isn’t already mated or looking for a third.

“Surely there is someone?” Verya was not a patient woman for anyone except her family. And even she pressures them. “By the time you have your first child I’ll be with Eywa.” 

You sigh. “Sa’nok, I will have a child you will be able to happily meet,” you give a mischievous smirk, “When they connect to the Utral Aymokriyä for the first time.” And with that you rush out of your home, hearing your mother swear behind you.

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in people. You have had your fair share of offers. It was just that none fit. Mating isn’t just something you wanted to do based on mere attraction or comfort, it was more serious to you than that. You wanted to feel as if Eywa gifted you. You wanted to See someone. It made you feel greedy at times. Sad that you haven't had that feeling yet. As you walk to the forest to get your mother a few fruits you knew she liked, Timun, a close friend walks up, making sure to call out to not spook you.

One concussion was enough.

“Y/N! How is my favorite tsamsiyu doing?” He says with a wide grin. It was only with an eye trained from years of friendship that you can see the slight frantic look of his eyes, his shoulder slightly tense despite his friendly nature.

You raise a brow. “I am well. I’m going to pick fruit for sa’nok.” You respond, sending him the Look.  Are you okay?

Without dropping his grin, he eagerly replies, “I’ll join you.” I am freaking out. Get me out of here. Mental communication received, you both begin the walk towards the woods.

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“We talked. We actually talk.” Timun says in shock, head between his legs.

“You know. When I invited you here, I actually did expect your help.” Your strained voice comes from the top of a tree, a utumauti fruit just in your reach.

“Y/N. I understand you probably said something to your sa’nok to warrant this, but I am freaking out down here. I actually talked to him. And I didn’t stutter once.” A utumauti lands on his head, causing him to yelp. It’s not the first time he has ranted to you about his crush, Ayekxo. It was sickening how many times you’ve caught him staring as the hunter practices in the range. But, you do agree about one thing. He does have a weirdly nice looking back. Plus you’ve seen the looks Ayekxo gives him in return when Timun’s is turned, wistful in a pitiful, sad ikran way.

Climbing down, you pick up the fruits, turning to Timune to give him an exasperated look. “I’ve already told you. He likes you as well but you won't do anything about it.” You begin the trek back to High Camp, Timun following behind. “It’s just sad the way he looks at you. I bet if you asked him to court he would just skip to mating.”

“What you say and what I think, is very different.” Timun sighs dramatically. “You don’t even know if he also likes males. He hasn’t even been seen with anyone other than women.”

My best friend is a skxawng. And dramatic. How is he in the war party? You thought fondly. “Look, I can confirm it. But we have to wait till we get to my kelku.” 

Timun turns his head to look at you so fast, it has its own breeze. “Confirm what? Confirm how?”

You stop at another utumauti tree. “Get the fruit or you learn nothing.” You smirk.

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It was now evening,and na’vi were dancing everywhere. It is also where. Jake sees you again, dancing with the other unmated women in the center. It was a small celebration in tribute to Eywa but all he could look at was you. The kids had already returned home, he and Neytiri wanted to stay for a bit longer. And boy is he glad he did. IT was almost as if you were floating. Graceful, like a ballerina. He thinks. Beautiful too.

The dance comes to an end, him and Neytiri yipping along with the rest of the People. He has a clear view as you walk by, feeling almost as if he just drunk a whole pot of coffee, feeling a buzz flit through his mind. But he also has a clear view of you walking towards a young male Na’vi, who’s smiling at you a bit too much to his liking. And Jake recognizes him as Timun, a member from the ground team for raids against the RDA. As he hands you a drink, saying something that causes you to laugh, he looks away and watches as another group begins to dance.

And Jake tried. He really did try.

But as he keeps glancing over to you, watching as you and Timun continue talking and laughing, he can tell you guys are close based on your body language. There's a blush to your face making your smile radiate even more. A swarm of butterflies erupted in Jake's stomach, causing him to use all his years of marine training to keep his face straight. Jake looks away, taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage he had beside him. He feels as his thoughts begin to turn. He unsuccessfully tries to drown out the green eyed snake beginning to coil in his stomach, but it does nothing to clear his mind of the way you moved in your performance.

What are they talking about?

Why do you want to know?

They seem close. Are they mated? Courting?

Why do you care?

She looks beautiful tonight.

She does every night, why is it different now?

She should be here with me. 

She’s young, why should she be with you? Besides you have Neytiri.

And it is true. You are younger than him from what he can see. He’s olo’eyktan, and has been for years now. He knows his stomach is softer now. He has 4 children. He’s protective to the point of overbearing strictness at times. He also has Neytiri. Jake sighs, putting on a mask of pleased indifference. Don't get him wrong, he loves his wife. She is everything. She Sees him. So why does he feel greed slowly making a space for you in his heart? Carving the beginnings of a crush that he knows has no possibility of ever coming true? He knows it's not unheard of for a mated pair to mate with a third. But something, the human part of Jake’s mind, feels disgusted with himself.

I feel like I'm cheating and I haven't even done anything. Jake looks at Neytiri, who turns her head and gives him a smile. Jake smiles back and relaxes, turning back to the performances.

Little did he know, his wife and mate were having the same war within herself.

But Eywa doesn’t set paths for no reason.

It was the next morning, Jake and Neytiri spending time with one another since their children were off somewhere.

“Ma'Jake, how do you feel about adding a third?” And just like when she told him at the Spirit Tree that they were mated for life, Jake feel a surprised shock. But he also feels skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

[flora-tea]

For the awesome @Rohavon/@loremastering! A scene with her elf guy Daerhovan and his lynx friend-to-be, Verya 💜 Thank you SO much for commissioning me!!

Was also a joy getting to draw Daer again! 🥰

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[borrelia]

VERYA excited abt being able to 1) go so fast for effectively ever where the only thing that will stop me is running inti natural obstacles and boss cutscenes 2) SPINDASH INTO ENEMIES I CAN SPINDASH INTO THEM YAAAAYYYY

[exercise-of-trust]

ú orë nin únáquete pá i polin hya úpolin; atánkatienye indonya, mal,

mal peresta hestuonya o nelya löa veryane meldonna ocombëo hristondilion, ar orë nin valya alassenen óse mal orë nin lengwë ar nwalmë rië. politte verya mal úpolin úlumë!! ar ú orë nin ëa er tenna fíriënya mal ná avaina nin verya ve tu, óm i rainë erúva, an nain [¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ykwim] ló þaura ambartanen

[earencoivienen]

Pella I Helyanwë

Nanomë pella i helyanwë

Haira tára

Tanomë ná nórë i hlarnen pá néya lornatála lírinen

Nanomë pella i helyanwë

Fanyari nar luini

Ar i olori i veryas óla lyen

Naitië ola ëa

.

Airé meruvan eleno

Ar cuita isse i fanyar nar avahaira ni

Issë tarastier tiqu ve malmar mastar

Haira or i ruimen mindoni

Tanomë nauvalyë hirë ni

.

Nanomë pella i helyanwë

Luini aiwi vilir

Aiwi vilir pella i helyanwë

Manan, san, ai manan uin polë?

.

Qui alassear luini aiwi vilir

Pella i helyanwë

Manan, ai, manan uin polë?

.

Translated from Over the Rainbow, by Judy Garland / Roger Edens

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true

.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

.

Somewhere, over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why, then, oh, why can't I?

.

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh, why can't I?

.

[the-desolate-location]

“..I’mtired and want to rip out my hair r..”

[he probably curled up. Hes VERYA EEPY…]

“….;:Please don’t leave me..please… i.love you also, dad…imsorry..”

CATCH 🗣️🗣️🗣️ VIOLENTLY THROWS SCOTT AT MOON. He probably looks like human Steven! Just more.. put together? Y’know. Slicked back hair probably… some hairs are loose but! Eyyy..]

@the-desolate-location

oh! steven! nice to see you again, kiddo! you look a little.. different? not in a bad way of course. how have you been?

xe looks so happy to see him :(

[elgaladwen]

When you're just there to visit your friend's pet.

[mrs-elijah-wood]

Two genuine cool girls and their understudies

[chimbucha]

verya doodle

[teenwolfficrec]

Soulmate - Delayed Reaction

by Verya (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: When a person turns eighteen their soulmates first words to them appear on the inside of their dominant wrist. Of course it had to be the week when Stiles broke his hand!

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[loremastering]

Decisions are made about where to safely head into Angmar to escape the notice of enemies that still lurk long after Mordirith’s fall.