#~/ memories are some of the building blocks of life \~ :: halre

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For: Turgon :: @malkuvoitenoldoran Muse: elfling Halrë Verse: Helcaraxë | at the end of the crossing

with his Grandfather helping some of the other families, his Grandmother having been lost on the Helcaraxë and his parents far too busy dealing with his eldest sister, the silent elfling simply wandered. he didn't go too far from where Lord Fingolfin and his family had set up camp, having been told to stay where his Grandfather could find him easily.

eventually Halrë settled just on the edge of where Turgon and Idril were sitting and curled into himself to get some rest. he didn't try to get closer to the fire, having gone past the point of feeling the chill and got used to not feeling warm. even though he noticed Idril's curiosity poking through slightly as she looked towards the too still form, he didn't venture any closer. icy blue eyes did peer back though, before flicking upwards at Turgon for a moment and then closing again as he curled tighter into himself.

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For: Boromir :: @sonxofxgondor Muse: Halrë Verse: LOTR | AU

if anyone were to ask where they could find Ihain, they would most likely get an answer of "I'm not sure where he is," or "The Mountains possibly." although it would really depend on who was asked, for very few folk actually knew the true location of the old wandering blacksmith. even then, he didn't always stay in contact as few birds could reach his mountainous home.

Halrë didn't know what had brought him to Amon Hen. it wasn't one of his normal places to go but that didn't put him off. sharp hearing caught the sound of a Horn and he followed it quickly, always on alert. taller than most at 7ft5, it wasn't long before the old elf spotted the source of the horn- and the reason behind it. but no one had noticed him yet.

a fact that the Orcs would soon come to regret.

blacksmithing was what most knew Halrë for. yet the two nearly 7ft long swords at his sides weren't for decoration purposes. he just very rarely got involved in fighting, preferring to make weapons instead of using them. being attacked from the back wasn't what the orcs had expected. so it didn't take long for him to reach the Gondorian and the two Hobbits, leaving dead orcs behind him.

"Need a hand?"

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❝ if you don’t let me go with you, i will follow on my own. ❞ (halre)

  "Oropher will kill me if I let you come with me into the mountains." He finished checking his supplies and straightened, turning to eye the younger elf with mild thoughtfulness.

  "...I leave at Dawn tomorrow. If you're not at the Forest Gate, I won't be waiting longer than 5 minutes."

@antleredthrone

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it wasn’t a fact that he had deliberately tried to keep hidden from his friend and King. but at the same time, Halrë hadn’t told him because he could see how much pressure Turgon had been under. he shifted slightly, resting his arms on his knees. “Nothing is ever as easy as it seems. There was a long time during my earlier years, when I wondered if I would return to find myself barred from Gondolin. Or whether there was any point in returning once my grandfather had died."

“You don’t have to copy your sister or me. Leaving doesn’t mean staying away permanently and you can still send letters- unless you’ve forgotten how to.” that last past was teasing. Halrë gave him a faint smile, listening quietly. “A note doesn’t always convey everything that someone wants to say.” he sighed softly, gaze slipping away from the older elf after a few minutes. “…I don’t have any family left. Haven’t for nearly two years now. Fin knew but you had enough going on already. It didn’t seem that important.”

“It should have been me.” | Halrë

/rangers-are-cool

Silently he watched Halrë. Those words bothered Turgon in ways he refused to acknowledge, but he understood their source and simply watched for a moment, waiting for more words to follow them. Still he felt he should reach out to him and so he simply asked one thing. “Why?”

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when Halrë finds his way to Valinor after the Valar call him back from Arda. but only his grandparents, father and niece/nephews know of his arrival.

no one else finds out for he hides away in the mountains and avoids everyone who knows him. especially Turgon.

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"Is glad I'm not part of your crazy family, Turgon." Halrë grins at his King.

@malkuvoitenoldoran

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@antleredthrone | in response to this ::

"Thran, you have more chance of smashing Glorfindel than me." there's a flicker of amusement in his gaze and a wry smile on his lips at the words.

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the younger elf leaned against the wall, shifting his gaze to land on his friend. silver eyes thoughtful. "Not everyone understands because many are happy settled within the cities while for others, it is all they have ever known."

"My insane sister's trying to marry me off to someone in Himring."

// Have a annoyed Halre

“Himring is a bit chilly for my tastes.” Beleg leaned back in his chair, not sure what to make of the statement. “What’s she trying to marry you off for, anyway? What’s the point?”

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feeling a bit blegh at the moment.

if you'd like a mini starter with shipping sent your way, poke me or this post. Or it can be platonic/familial.

For all of my elves, yes that includes Ro on the shipping.

Locations will be either Imladris or Valinor - your muse dependent.

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For: Open | Can be specified if asked Muse: Halrë Vatari

Halrë was almost two weeks late.

he was NEVER this late, not without sending a note with the reason why. it was the one order given by his King that had been non-negotiable and until now, had never been ignored. with the winter storms fast approaching, not many elves had the ability to traverse the Echoriad Range in that weather.

even though many of the Gondolindrim didn't like the mute blacksmith, concern was growing as he was one of their main plant gatherers. and it was to gather much needed medical herbs before some of the higher valleys became impassable, which is why Halrë had gone. for he knew the paths better than most.

worried glances were passed among the gate guards when the Great Eagles carefully dropped two very familiar, bloodstained swords at their feet. blades that very few had either the height or strength needed to lift. to have them brought back without any sign of the elf they were usually attached to, wasn't a welcome sight.

it was also news that quickly spread throughout Gondolin, which the guards had tried to prevent. Halrë was missing.

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My mind is spinning in random directions. Someone stop me😅

Especially as I'm considering bad things happening to certain Eves

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Halrë gave the younger elf a flat look but still answered, his gruff voice quiet and rough in a way that told of it’s disuse. “Still not leaving you behind and they already know.” he had sorted that out before moving to help him. it didn’t actually take the ‘smith long to reach the camp, careful not to jostle Haldir more than necessary.

“Leave a blood trail behind for your enemies to find you…” there was a hidden wariness to his form as the other elves got close. but for Haldir's sake, he didn't back away like he would have normally.

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The warden chuckled softly at the stranger's words, wincing softly as he is lifted up. "Trust me, I am not some young, unseasoned warrior, friend. I have seen my time in battle...I know it would be more a tactical advantage if you ran ahead to warn the others...my brothers included." Haldir sucked in a deep breath as he placed his hand against the wound to his side to try and stem the bleeding.

"I could fight longer. Take to the trees, even..."

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‘ you'll find more cheer in a graveyard. ’ (Halre from Idril)

a snort was the first response Halrë gave, his expression remaining blank. "I'm not surprised. I'm only here because your father asked for some reason." the smith was leaning against the wall, hands resting on the handles of his swords and ignoring the way that the King's gaze kept flicking towards them both.

@pxnxply

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(Halrë from Duilin) ‘ don't feel bad, i'm usually about to die. ’

there was one v e r y long pause as everyone surrounding the 7ft5 swordsman, both enemy and ally, took that comment in. those who knew Halrë winced and got the hell away from him. everyone else... either ended up dead (the enemy) or got sent to the ground.

their enemies dreaded seeing the tall mostly mute elf on the battlefield, for he was only ever used as a last resort. a request first made in Gondolin. he had no archery skills but years of practice had made him just as terrifyingly precise at sword throwing; making him someone even archers feared.

"Duilin, get the fuck back here."

his words were a mix of a low growl and a rough, rarely used voice. one hand catching the handle of the blood covered blade, after taking out the older elf's capturers.

@pxnxply

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For: Open Muse: Halrë Verse: Valinor

his grandparents had been rightly concerned that he wouldn't, couldn't, settle in Valinor. it didn't cone as a surprise; Halrë wasn't exactly known for wanting to be around others. his restlessness had been curbed temporarily after being allowed to visit the Dwarves, a request not usually permitted.

yet the former Gondolin blacksmith still couldn't settle. he hadn't visited anyone that he knew, avoiding those like Turgon for reasons unknown to most. eventually Halrë made his home in the mountains, stifling the urge to wander and his only visitors being family.

the quiet blacksmith rarely visited the cities in Valinor. preferring to keep his distance, so he didn't run into anyone who could recognise him. however it wouldn't be long before someone did spot him and word would start to spread. making it harder to avoid certain elves.

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"Why would I be jealous?" the answer was calm like always. but then, the Smith was far too good at hiding his feelings.

@rangers-are-cool “You’re jealous.”