Hi, my name is Lillian or otherwise known as ArbitraryChaos. I am a gifmaker and general edits enthusiast. I also fancy myself a writer, but I haven't written in a long time and have only recently gotten back into it, so I'm a bit out of practice. That said, my passion for writing has returned, so we'll see what happens!
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– A mortal toy softens the Mirkwood king, though he would never admit such a thing.
The toy rests on the table.
Carved wood, polished smooth by careful hands—an elk, its antlers delicately etched, its legs jointed to move when nudged. Simple. Mortal. Entirely out of place in the halls of Mirkwood.
Thranduil stands before it in silence.
“You brought this… into my realm,” he says at last.
You fold your hands behind your back, bracing yourself. “It’s a gift.”
“For whom?”
“For the children in the lower halls,” you answer. “Winter is long. They miss home.”
His gaze sharpens—not at you, but at the toy. As if it has dared to remind him of something inconvenient.
“Elven children do not require such things,” he says coolly.
“No,” you agree softly. “But human ones do.”
That gives him pause.
He steps closer, long fingers reaching out to touch the carved antlers. The elk shifts slightly beneath his hand. He watches it move, expression unreadable.
“You made this,” he says.
“Yes.”
“For children not of your blood,” he adds.
“Yes.”
A long silence stretches between you—heavy, thoughtful.
“You humans,” Thranduil murmurs, “have an odd habit of leaving pieces of yourselves behind.”
He straightens, withdrawing his hand.
“Joy. Comfort. Noise.”
You smile faintly. “Someone has to.”
His eyes lift to meet yours—cool, piercing, searching.
“Do you know what happens when such things take root?” he asks.
“They grow,” you say simply.
Another pause.
Then—unexpectedly—he turns and gestures toward the table.
“Leave it,” he says.
A beat.
“And… bring more.”
Your eyes widen. “More?”
“For the children,” he says crisply, already turning away. “If winter insists on staying, then it will not find them wanting.”
He stops at the doorway, voice lower, almost reluctant.
“…See that they are well made.”
You smile, heart warming.
“They will be.”
Thranduil does not look back.
But later—long after you’ve gone—you hear laughter echo faintly through the hall and on a high shelf in the king’s private chambers, far from curious eyes, rests a small wooden elk— carefully placed.
surprise? surprise! very sorry for the sudden jump scare, i know this blog is semi-dormant (especially when it's about themes). just wanted to share this with you—i've randomly started working on a theme for my animanga blog a few weeks ago and finished it today.
since my animanga blog is nearly half as old as i am (bruh), it has a lot of legacy posts. and since i still love browsing through my blog in the non-tumblr view on pc occasionally, i made sure all post types (old and new) look nice.
features : 2 custom links & customizable accent color/sidebar image
credits : npf audio by @glenthemes, icons by feathericons, npf photoset by spacetchi, a slightly modified version of @shythemes original note count shorten script
Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance
light a candle when you work. put on lipstick for the grocery store. play that song that makes you feel like you're in a coming-of-age montage. take the long way home. write love letters to no one. read poetry out loud to your plants. the secret isn't that life is inherently romantic—it's that you can MAKE it romantic by paying attention, by adding ceremony to the mundane, by refusing to let a single ordinary day pass unloved.
Did You Know: According to Shezarr's Song, the Aldmer gods, led by Auri-El, were disgusted by their enfeeblement from creation and chose to teach the elven races to "suffer nobly"? In contrast, the gods of Men and Beastfolk, led by Akatosh, loved creation and taught the mortal races to love each other as they loved them.
