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So that happened but I am back now 8D and eager to RP! Anyone want to hit me up with a starter, just tag it with 'Anarin' or message me and we can set one up <3

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UNINTENTIONAL HIATUS STOP
So that happened but I am back now 8D and eager to RP! Anyone want to hit me up with a starter, just tag it with 'Anarin' or message me and we can set one up <3
mumblemess:
#I’m sorry, Potter. But you can’t cockblock this time, just this one time.Give your best friends this one chance to go on a date, will you?
lotr cast commentary
It’s lunch hour!
Sir Ian Mckellen at the NYC Premiere of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, December 6th
The Lord of the Rings Meme - three deaths (3/3)
Boromir, Captain of the White Tower
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The Children of the Forest.
(painting: Fauna - by Charlie Terrell)
(( … have a sudden desire for a fic with an anthropomorphized version of Thranduil’s deer. Moose. Elk. Thing. ))
((I am suspicious of these reasons.))
(( #Though now I desire them too #AND DAMN IT I NEED TO SEE THE MOVIE SO I CAN SEE MY STEED
YES! :D And I’m going tonight. Hurrah for fifteen seconds of Thranduil~ ))
(( OTL I hope they aren’t sold out tomorrow. If they aren’t, I’ll see it after work. -v- ))
((It is very pretty - hope you get to see it. Enjoy!))
Anarin&Thranduil- To Lay With One Hand
Anarin&Thranduil Ask-Anarin&Crownofleavesandberries slave prompt To Lay With One Hand For the other clasped is gone To see with one eye For the other sought is blind To walk with one foot for the other fell behind A sore slave is a good slave A slow slave is a poor slave
” To lay with one hand for the other clasped is gone “ The group of elves and young men walked on, voices trembling and sorrowful as they sang on. Their hands were clasped behind their backs, elves shackled with metal and men bound by rope. A long chain kept them all connected as they walked in three harrowing lines. “To see with one eye for the other sought is blind.” One elf quivered and dipped his head, unable to say the words. Black hair tumbled with the movement, hiding a scarred eyelid where an eye had been before a war long ago. His people had praised him for surviving such a wound. The traders spat on him- nobody would want a slave marred and by something so ugly. “To walk with one foot for the other fell behind.” The groups did not halt when one man’s rope bindings were suddenly cut. They walked on, trampling him. The elves all dipped their heads, grieved by the action but unable to do anything about it. They would never treat their kin so cruelly. But the cries of anguish rising high in the air said the men wouldn’t. One of their handlers walked in front of the lines only minutes later, blood dripping from his dagger and flail. “A sore slave is a good slave… A slow slave is a bad slave.” And truly, there was only the distinction of living slave and dead slave. And for many of the elves, being bought meant death. They were too innocent to imagine rape as men would please. Too good hearted to believe upon capture that anyone would treat their own people so cruelly. Now they were hungry and malnourished, sad and fading. Even in their torn and depressed forms they were more beautiful than any man could ever be. Their skin shone with that ethereal beauty, eyes warm with the light of the eldar. They would sell well- they always did. Even the one with the ruined eye and the one who could not quiet her song in that elvish jargon. The leader of the traders smirked as he gestured for them to head on towards Mirkwood. They would pick up a few more on the road towards the ocean before they sold their lot down south…. ——————- Thranduil hummed as he finished loading his horses saddle bags with the few things he would bring with him across sea. His most prized possessions were carefully packed in there. Gifts from his father, son, and wife, as well as few from good friends. The denounced king lifted his head and eyed his kingdom sadly. He would mist Middle Earth but… He was far past ready to go home. The Sinda turned his head to look at his companions. “Galion, Anarin. Are you two ready?” It was a small party but they were all he needed to make it to the shores. Just good company for song and talk. Nothing more.
Anarin gave a soft smile, delighted to be part of the party accompanying Thranduil to the shores. He was double checking his things were alright, mostly books and things he had collected.
he was going to miss this place, miss the humans and the hobbits and even the dwarves but he was so eager to see his family and the sea called to him. “Aye Sire!” He called out, patting his mare on the neck before he turned and padded towards the other elf, hands tucked into his sleeves. “I believe we are ready to go whenever you are.” he said, bowing his head slightly before he flashed him a warm smile that spoke of familiarity. “I packed us some treats you like for the travel.”
Galion chuckled from where he finished filling the saddlebags of his flaxen stallion. He glanced back and forth between the two ellon’s before carefully wrapping a small leather bag of pearls with a rabbit skin. Thranduil had insisted on leaving many of his riches behind, but the butler and good friend knew better than to let the king make such a decision. “Hmmm,” Thranduil hummed lazily as he climbed upon his mare’s back. “Then I guess we should head out. Now or never, I fear. It shall take a lot for me to forget this land….” He smiled at Anarin’s last words and nodded. “Thank you for doing something so thoughtful! It’s sure to be a long journey!”
Anarin nodded, pulling himself onto his own mare before he fell beside his king, looking around himself. "Aye, I agree. I will miss the land.." he said with a soft sigh, patting his own satchels and feeling the treasured books inside.
While the king had brought gems, Anarin treasured his books and the words within. "I did not mind making some things for us." he said with a small shrug, eyes bright.
OPEN RP. M!A Angel Wings
Anarin paused in what he was doing as a sharp pain suddenly arched up his spine, wringing a sharp cry from his lips and punching all the air from his lungs. Dropping the bottle that was thankfully empty, Anarin fell to his knees beside the shards as a wet ripping sound almost smothered his next breathless cry.
Bits of fabric fell around him as he shook, digging his fingers into his shoulders as if that would somehow stop the pain. Finally getting a lungful of air into his starving body, Anarin instantly lost it on a high pitched echoing scream of pain accompanied by the sounds of rustling feathers.
The poor elf fell to his side, curling up and wrapping his arms about his waist. Pain came in waves from his back and he shuddered with each one, a high pitched whine leaving him.
There was no blood for all the wet ripping sound had indicated otherwise and the pain was slowly receding but the sudden shock of it left the elf weak and shocked.
((Do you want us to do this one still? Maybe Maglor finds your or Curufin? :) ))
[da! I like this anon very much]
lorienscribe replied to your post: also last night i had an interesting dream about…
scREAMS
oh mr. curufin ;)
#lorienscribe #sexiest elf ever i swear #honestly i bet he’d have been really good in bed seriously #seriously wow just think about it wow
Thank you. I am certain Anarin would agree.
...Mine!
Anarin/Curufin: Cranky Cookies
Shivering a little, Anarin slowly pulled back from the kiss, lips lingering as long as possible. “I forgot how good it feels to kiss you.” he sighed softly, nipping Curufin’s lower lip before he began to push the tunic down over the man’s shoulders “I want to…to touch you and feel your skin against mine. Take all this off?” he asked, pulling and tugging on the tunic to get rid of it before tossing ti away blindly before he slid his hands down the firm skin
“Yes,” Curufin said, sighing. He helped Anarin get the tunic off him, and as Anarin slid his hands down his torso, he brought his own hands on Anarin’s shoulders, gently massaging him before tugging on his tunic to take it off. As he did this, he fiddled with the band of his own pants, allowing it to be easily slipped off whenever Anarin was ready.
He leaned forward and brought his lips to Anarin’s, kissing tenderly as one hand slipped under Anarin’s tunic, caressing him. The other hand worked on undoing one button after another until a thin line of Anarin’s skin was exposed. Curufin moved to kissing him on the neck, and as he did so he tugged on the tunic till it slipped off Anarin’s shoulder.
Anarin sighed, head tilting back to expose his throat as he relaxed into the touches and smiled softly into the kiss, threading his fingers through silky black hair to hold him close.
Goosebumps prickled over his skin with each time Curufin's fingers brushed his skin with each button undone on his tunic. Anarin pressed into the other's mouth and groaned weakly, rolling his shoulders to slide the top off slowly.
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