Ask Lindir

Well met, I am Lindir, minstrel of Rivendell. I do not quite know what I am doing here, but I hope I shall enjoy this experience :) I write and compose music, but sometimes I might get stuck. That is where this 'Tumblr' comes in.

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frodo-oftheshire replied to your post: ((it gets so confusing when multiple ask-blogs...

((this is when setting up closed groups can be helpful. Been there! XD))

((definitely! XD i have nothing against it, of course... it's just weird :P))

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((it gets so confusing when multiple ask-blogs follow me - of the same person. i don't know if i should follow back everyone or not, because technically there are two different rp groups happening D:))

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Thuringwethil’s gaze switched from Mairon to the door, her expression immediately switching from the angry glare to a serene mask, a welcoming smile lazily curling her lips.  The little elf from the library walked in, caution clearly written all over his face.  Mairon spoke then, his words obviously aimed at her.  She allowed nothing to show on her face, merely inclining her head.  ”We have already met once, though briefly,” she said, looking at Mairon.  ”And besides, I am not entirely in control,” she added pointedly, though she smiled at Lindir.  I despise you, she told Mairon, her voice hissing and venomous.  For many reasons.  ”Did you have a question for us, dear one?” she asked sweetly, settling back on the desk, eyes focused on Lindir, innocently widened.

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Upon being beckoned, he walked to Mairon’s side. He did perhaps take a step more to the side than necessary to avoid getting too close with the woman, and he took slight comfort in the arm about his waist. Upon hearing that she was the one actually in control of this place, the image from one of the courtyards flashed before his eyes, though he tried not to show too much of a reaction, and merely nodded instead. He did wonder at what she meant, however. “Well…” He hesitated, uncertain now. Asking about her was possibly not the wisest idea when she was in this room. “I was merely wondering about who you were, but I already got my answer.” He smiled just a little, for her tone was kinder than he had expected, especially after the pointed one just before. “I really did not wish to interrupt you two, for you seemed… busy.” He tried not to grimace.

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Mairon smiled coldly. I am sure you do, lovely, he purred. And you are quite right about that, he added in response to her little quip. Turning his attention back to the elf, he petted his side when he spoke. ‘Perhaps you have read about her, though she only gets a little footnote in the long lore books of Arda,’ he grinned, tossing a jibe at her. ‘Thuringwethil, my messenger bat, whose hame was stolen by the Lady Lúthien when she was not looking.’ He kept his tone light and pleasant, as the dratted elf-maiden’s name tasted vile on his tongue. His shoulder and throat still bore the scars of her flea-ridden hound, thanks to her wretched curse, although he covered the marks with an illusion. ‘Does that answer your question, sweetling?’ he asked, looking back at the elf.

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Thuringwethil inclined her head, smiling invitingly.  “Yes, you may have read about it in sections that detail Mairon’s flight from Huan, in which he surrendered the keys to Tol-in-Gauroth, then fled in disgrace from the hound’s jaws.”  Her eyes glimmered maliciously as she met Mairon’s gaze, making sure Lindir could not see her eyes.  However, her lips were in a serene smile for the elf, tone sweet and honeyed.  “Isn’t that right, darling?” she purred.  Indeed, she hissed, though her mind had seized on how to turn his words against him.  She hid her quiet delight, and continued speaking to the minstrel, sighing, a carefully constructed, amusedly resigned expression on her face.  “But I’m afraid that my dear friend may have exaggerated, when he told you earlier that I rule here.  After all, I am only his little messenger bat, hmm?”  Her words could be interpreted in different ways, she knew, and that he had just said she was his messenger would help it.  After all, she could argue that she was a ‘messenger’ only for him, thus giving her more power than any regular messenger should have.  Alternatively, she could say that her only duty was that of a messenger—both explanations would work just as well for her, and shift most of the blame onto him.

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It should perhaps not have come as a surprise, but he startled slightly nonetheless and shifted to look at her better, uncertain. Their tones were at complete odds with their words, and he wondered if they simply were like this or if they perhaps had some problems... problems he really did not wish to get involved in. "Yes, I have read about her," he replied, a little belatedly. "Quite often. And it certainly answers my question." Lindir looked back at Mairon and gave him a small smile, though his gaze was soon drawn back to Thuringwethil. "I... did not think she would be here." he said eventually. After all, he had thought her destroyed - it was what most stories told, but very little seemed to actually be able to destroy evil for good. Even now. "A messenger? So you do not own this place?" He really did not know what to believe, for they seemed to deny each other's words, and no, this was definitely something he hoped to stay out of as much as possible.

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His eyes flared, but he kept his anger at a simmer. She was unduly furious, and Mairon had no interest in fighting over a molehill when she had a different mountain on her mind. And her jibe at his power irked him less than it would have; for he had begun putting a cap on how much she could sense of it. His strength had grown in the three weeks she had been gone, but she would not know just how much it had. She need not know. It was better to be underestimated. ‘Nevertheless, it would have saved much time,’ he said in a low growl. ‘You took it for no reason, then, other than to spite me. For what?’ He stared at her darkly. ‘You may taunt me if you wish, my love, but there will come a time when I can overpower you, and crush you into the dirt at a whim. It would not bode well for you if I choose to remember incidents such as these.’ For all she took delight in poking at his diminishment, she would be a fool to outright deny what he was saying.

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She arched a brow, eyes narrowing further.  She wanted to murder him painfully.  No, scratch that, torture him, taking her own sweet time to maul his fana utterly.  She had watched and listened to him twisting her lieutenants and servants against her—the whole point of taking the Osgiliath stone, since it could convey auditory information as well.  However, she would not tell him that, and instead avoided answering his question, snarling “I will remind you of who took your wretched little fëa in after you destroyed yourself yet again.  And yes, that time will come, and it will be here sooner than it would have otherwise, dearest.  But until then…” she trailed off waspishly, glaring darkly at him.  His power was growing always, and it would have grown over the three weeks that she had been in Imladris, but her sense of his fëa felt off slightly.  She couldn’t put her finger on what was different, which made her even more guarded and defensive than she already was.  She could trust no one, again.  He had isolated her from her higher officials, save for her loyal bats, and she was quite sure that anything she did or said around the lieutenants would be reported quickly to Mairon.

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Lindir had finished up with the books and put them back in place, and then slowly wandered the halls towards Mairon’s rooms, hoping he would be there. He reached the doors and had to stop. He could hear voices inside, and they were raised - one male, distinctly Mairon’s, and the other female. It had to belong to the Lady he had met just before. Were they arguing? Slowly, he knocked on the door, wondering if perhaps he should not have simply left. The door slid open, for it had been closed rather carelessly, and he stared at the two of them in surprise. “Uhm… perhaps I ought to come back later…?”

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Taking the opportunity to leave her words unsettled, Mairon turned his attention to the door. ‘Come in,’ he called, shooting Thuringwethil a quelling glance. He reseated himself, beckoning the elf to his side when he walked in cautiously. Sliding his arm about Lindir’s waist as he stood beside his chair, Mairon nodded to Thuringwethil, who was doing a fair job of hiding her glower. ‘This is Thuringwethil,’ he said. His lips twisted into a wry smirk, and he continued, ‘Who is in charge of the fortress, and all its officers, and who graciously allowed me to stay here when I was but a wretched fëa wandering aimlessly in Mordor.’ His words were more for her than for the elf, and he cared little what Lindir made of his tone, or of the knowledge that the fiend on whom he had blamed all the evils about the fortress was not three feet away.

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Thuringwethil’s gaze switched from Mairon to the door, her expression immediately switching from the angry glare to a serene mask, a welcoming smile lazily curling her lips.  The little elf from the library walked in, caution clearly written all over his face.  Mairon spoke then, his words obviously aimed at her.  She allowed nothing to show on her face, merely inclining her head.  ”We have already met once, though briefly,” she said, looking at Mairon.  ”And besides, I am not entirely in control,” she added pointedly, though she smiled at Lindir.  I despise you, she told Mairon, her voice hissing and venomous.  For many reasons.  ”Did you have a question for us, dear one?” she asked sweetly, settling back on the desk, eyes focused on Lindir, innocently widened.

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Upon being beckoned, he walked to Mairon's side. He did perhaps take a step more to the side than necessary to avoid getting too close with the woman, and he took slight comfort in the arm about his waist. Upon hearing that she was the one actually in control of this place, the image from one of the courtyards flashed before his eyes, though he tried not to show too much of a reaction, and merely nodded instead. He did wonder at what she meant, however. "Well..." He hesitated, uncertain now. Asking about her was possibly not the wisest idea when she was in this room. "I was merely wondering about who you were, but I already got my answer." He smiled just a little, for her tone was kinder than he had expected, especially after the pointed one just before. "I really did not wish to interrupt you two, for you seemed... busy." He tried not to grimace.

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“Why thank you, Master Lindir,” she said, amused, her lips curving into a small smile.  “But it seems that someone has done a bit of…cleaning, shall we say, and removed quite a few of the books here.”  She waved a hand at the very bare rows of bookshelves, almost entirely devoid of any sort of reading materials and sighed, running a hand through her long tresses in irritation.  “It seems I shall have to go hunting, then,” she said teasingly, winking at him and flashing a conspiratorial grin.  “It was lovely to meet you, little elf, but my books call and I’m afraid I must be off now.”  She strode out of the library then shed her fana, making sure the elf had not seen, and jumped to where she felt Mairon’s presence.

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He returned the smile, before it faded and he nodded. “Yes, it would seem so… I am sorry. I promise it was not me, though.” He hoped she did not think so, as he did not wish to invoke her ire for something he had not done. She seemed irritated, and he wondered if he should perhaps make himself scarce. “Hunting…?” he repeated, surprised at her teasing and the strange grin. “Uhm, it was lovely to meet you too… farewell for now…” He gazed after her for a moment, then slowly walked towards the entrance. Confused, he could see she was already gone, and he shook his head. Deciding to finish what he had come to do, he made a mental note to go to Mairon’s room afterwards and ask him about the strange woman.

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Mairon had sensed Thuringwethil’s presence arriving in Rhûn, and had noted that she was taking her time to report to him. He would wait in his study, however, rather than seeking her himself. Hopefully she did not venture anywhere the elf liked to frequent…or at least exercised discretion if she did. Although he was itching to wring her neck now that it was within reach. Her bringing the Osgiliath stone along was not appreciated. He had hoped to complete a large amount of work on the pedestal while she was away, but without the stone he could measure neither its physical proportions nor its magical properties. Abruptly her presence appeared in the room, and she formed a fana, looking at him with an irritated scowl. He was tempted to return it, but merely raised a brow. ‘Yes?’ he drawled.

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Her scowl grew.  ”Where are my books, darling?” she crooned, advancing towards him.  He’d made himself a cozy little study while she had been away, she noted, only adding to her irritation.  He most definitely would have twisted several of her servants to his side, though she was sure at the moment the witless fools thought serving one of them was the same as serving the other.  She sat on the edge of his desk in front of him. “I am quite certain you removed them because of your little elf pet.  They are not in my rooms, however,” she said, tracing his jaw with a nail.  ”So where are they, hmm?” Her finger traveled down his neck, drawing blood as she put pressure on his flesh.  She arched a brow at him, waiting.

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He snorted, and knocked her hand away. ‘You act as if I burned them, or that I would care to keep them from you.’ She seemed to be more on edge than she had any right to be, if it were only this one issue on her mind. He knew she had been watching him from Imladris, as he had been watching her; and although she would not know exactly what he had done, it was probably discernable that he now had some loyal dogs amongst her lieutenants and servants. The lieutenants at least knew they were serving him, alone. Rising to his feet, he looked her coolly in the eye. ‘I will tell you where they are, after you tell me why it was so necessary for you to lug the Osgiliath stone all the way to Imladris and back. What point was there in that?’ His eyes narrowed as he spoke, gaze becoming a glare.

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She returned his glare, seething.  ”What?  Were you afraid I’d drop out of the sky with it?” she sneered.  ”If you were planning to work on the pedestal, all you could have done was make measurements either way.  I don’t suppose I have to remind you about your infinite well of power, darling.”  Sarcasm laced her voice heavily, and she knew it would get under his skin.  The only problem was that they were playing very dangerous games at the moment, in the fortress.  She didn’t know exactly how many followers he had, though she did know he had converted several of her lieutenants.  Her hand tightened on the table, and her claws left streaks in the wood as she glowered at Mairon.

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His eyes flared, but he kept his anger at a simmer. She was unduly furious, and Mairon had no interest in fighting over a molehill when she had a different mountain on her mind. And her jibe at his power irked him less than it would have; for he had begun putting a cap on how much she could sense of it. His strength had grown in the three weeks she had been gone, but she would not know just how much it had. She need not know. It was better to be underestimated. ‘Nevertheless, it would have saved much time,’ he said in a low growl. ‘You took it for no reason, then, other than to spite me. For what?’ He stared at her darkly. ‘You may taunt me if you wish, my love, but there will come a time when I can overpower you, and crush you into the dirt at a whim. It would not bode well for you if I choose to remember incidents such as these.’ For all she took delight in poking at his diminishment, she would be a fool to outright deny what he was saying.

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She arched a brow, eyes narrowing further.  She wanted to murder him painfully.  No, scratch that, torture him, taking her own sweet time to maul his fana utterly.  She had watched and listened to him twisting her lieutenants and servants against her—the whole point of taking the Osgiliath stone, since it could convey auditory information as well.  However, she would not tell him that, and instead avoided answering his question, snarling “I will remind you of who took your wretched little fëa in after you destroyed yourself yet again.  And yes, that time will come, and it will be here sooner than it would have otherwise, dearest.  But until then…” she trailed off waspishly, glaring darkly at him.  His power was growing always, and it would have grown over the three weeks that she had been in Imladris, but her sense of his fëa felt off slightly.  She couldn’t put her finger on what was different, which made her even more guarded and defensive than she already was.  She could trust no one, again.  He had isolated her from her higher officials, save for her loyal bats, and she was quite sure that anything she did or said around the lieutenants would be reported quickly to Mairon.

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Lindir had finished up with the books and put them back in place, and then slowly wandered the halls towards Mairon's rooms, hoping he would be there. He reached the doors and had to stop. He could hear voices inside, and they were raised - one male, distinctly Mairon's, and the other female. It had to belong to the Lady he had met just before. Were they arguing? Slowly, he knocked on the door, wondering if perhaps he should not have simply left. The door slid open, for it had been closed rather carelessly, and he stared at the two of them in surprise. "Uhm... perhaps I ought to come back later...?"

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Hey I like your blog.. anyway is BackToSchoolGiftCards(.)com legit? My step sister said she got a $500 pizza hut giftcard from FedEx on Friday but I'm skeptical.. You seem smart so tell me what you think.

What is a pizza hut? And what is a FedEx? I do not quite understand you. And I am not smart! Do not be ridiculous, have you looked at my actions lately?

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ask-sauron replied to your post: ((ooc:

((……………. D: *hugs*))

((*hugs back* :())

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((People are strange :( I’m sorry they’ve been bothering you~ I haven’t gotten anything…(is it because I’m the bad guy? >_>;) I hope they stop after this; and block them if they don’t perhaps? *hug*))

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((yes they are :( it’s okay, this ask was the only one so far, and hopefully the last too. I’m glad you haven’t gotten anything, I don’t want you to get any hate D: /cuddles. I think I might :/ *hugs back*))

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((turn anon off, Lizdire…? D:

I hope you’re not upset over this; it’s none of their business! After all, these blogs are supposed to be for fun and not to be taken seriously! When we started them, that was the aim - no rules, and a relaxed, fun atmosphere (: )) 

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((/many hugs! no no, it's alright! i have deleted the message and am moving on :D it's alright, anons are stupid and stuff but this is really the only one. I might receive other, nicer anon messages after all!))

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ask-sauron replied to your post: ((ooc:

((……………. D: *hugs*))

((*hugs back* :())

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((People are strange :( I’m sorry they’ve been bothering you~ I haven’t gotten anything…(is it because I’m the bad guy? >_>;) I hope they stop after this; and block them if they don’t perhaps? *hug*))

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((yes they are :( it's okay, this ask was the only one so far, and hopefully the last too. I'm glad you haven't gotten anything, I don't want you to get any hate D: /cuddles. I think I might :/ *hugs back*))

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Thuringwethil had just returned from her trip to Imladris; it had been rather uneventful, but she had gleaned some useful information from her time there.  Already, new plans were forming in her mind, and she reviewed them, tweaking and analyzing as she walked to her archive from her chambers.  She would tell Mairon about some of them later, when she was ready.  Now, however, she was more interested in taking a few of her books from the archive to leaf through again.

Turning the corner, she walked down the hall a short distance before stepping through the large door that lead to the archive, light filtering in through the windows and the smell of parchments and books flooding the room.  She entered silently, heading towards the large shelves near the back of the huge room—the place where she stored most of her useful books on sorcery, plant-lore and various other subjects.

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Lindir had grown slightly more accustomed to the place in recent days, though he did not think he would ever quite relax like he had those first few days. Too much had happened, and he was always on guard, and made sure never to go where he wasn’t allowed. After the memorable trip to the courtyard, he hadn’t rightly dared. There was still much he had not read in the archive however, so he could easily spend hours in there, whenever he was not with Mairon. It took his mind off of the doubts always there at least.

He was surprised to see the door to the archive open, for it never tended to be, and he carefully entered, looking around. He could hear someone moving around, and frowned a little, slowly walking along the shelves. Could it be Mairon? Or perhaps it was one of the servants around this place? It struck him as odd if it was the latter, for they never tended to be in here, and he did not think it was the former, either. And it wasn’t. It was a woman, rather tall at that, and he let out a surprised “oh” when he saw her.

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Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Thuringwethil turned around at someone’s soft gasp.  Her gaze fell upon an elf, wide-eyed with surprise.  This was Mairon’s ‘guest’ no doubt, she presumed.  A soft smile spread across her lips as she looked at him.  ”Hello,” she said, letting a hint of amusement coloring her voice.  ”Do you need help with something?”  It wouldn’t hurt at all to be sweet and friendly to the little one—after all, he had no idea who she was yet. She watched his face carefully, hiding her scrutiny behind a friendly smile, reading his emotions in his eyes.  Certainly he was surprised—that emotion was clearly written all over his face—though he seemed curious as well, with the slightest bit of wariness.  Mairon must have been keeping him inside the whole time then, she thought.  

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Lindir looked her up and down for a moment, curious as to who she was and what she was doing there. He was also wary. What if she was the one who owned this place? That might not end well for him. “Hello,” he replied, bowing his head slightly as he was accustomed to. “Oh, no, I was just wondering who was in here… I have never seen someone else here before. You surprised me, that is all.” He eyed for another moment. She looked friendly, the smile at least saying as much, and he relaxed his stance just a little bit, his curiousity taking over. “Who are you?” he wondered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, carefully avoiding to look her in the eyes.

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“Is that so?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to indicate she was interested.  ”You are the only one who comes here?” she inquired, watching him carefully.  He seemed to be discomfited by her presence, shifting his weight back and forth and trailing off while speaking.  ”I come here quite often, though I have been away recently—I just returned from my travels,” she said, wondering how much the elf had been told about her.  It seemed not much yet, but that did not mean anything, seeing as he did not know exactly who she was.  ”I am a general here, you see,” she added, scrutinizing him.  ”You must have arrived while I was absent—otherwise we certainly would have met earlier.  What is your name, if you do not mind?”

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He nodded slightly. “Yes, I am. Mairon was here once or twice, but I do not think he has been here more often than that.” he replied, uncertain of how much he could say or not. “Just returned? Oh.” Then she had to be the one who ruled in this place, or at least one of them - there could be more, for all he knew. “A general? I see…” So she was beneath someone as well then? How strange. He wondered who really owned the fortress, if not Mairon and not this Lady. “I must have… my name is Lindir.” He bowed slightly again. “What is yours? If you do not mind telling it, of course.” She interested him, her presence imposing and demanding certain respect, something he hoped he would be able to give so as not to get on her bad side.

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“I see,” she said, a smile curling her lips.  Beginning to continue her walk to the shelves in the back, she gestured for the elf to follow, if he wished.  ”Some people call me Nuldisyë,” she added as she walked, wondering if Mairon had said anything about the person called ‘Thuringwethil’ or just the ruler of the fortress.  Deciding to take a gamble, she commented lightly as she entered the aisle where she kept her books, “But some call me Thuringwethil.  It is up to you which one you choose.  I have no preference.”  Looking around for the familiar covers, she realized quickly that none of them were there.  Every last one of them had been moved, presumably out of the archive, most likely by Mairon.  Of course.  Her books would raise questions that Mairon would not have wanted to answer, but it was irritating that he had taken them, leaving her to hunt them down.  She frowned slightly, thinking.

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Lindir hurried to follow her, walking one or two steps behind her. “Nuldisyë?” he repeated, smiling slightly. “That’s a very nice name. It fits you.” They turned down another aisle, one that was very lacking in books, and he looked around, wondering what she would do here when there was naught to find. “Thuringwethil?” The name was not familiar to him. Either worked, he would see what felt more natural eventually. He caught sight of her frown. “Is something wrong?” he asked. There had never been books here as far as he was aware, for they must have been removed before he came to stay - or at least before he was granted access, so he had always supposed that whoever frequented this place must have taken them.

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“Why thank you, Master Lindir,” she said, amused, her lips curving into a small smile.  “But it seems that someone has done a bit of…cleaning, shall we say, and removed quite a few of the books here.”  She waved a hand at the very bare rows of bookshelves, almost entirely devoid of any sort of reading materials and sighed, running a hand through her long tresses in irritation.  “It seems I shall have to go hunting, then,” she said teasingly, winking at him and flashing a conspiratorial grin.  “It was lovely to meet you, little elf, but my books call and I’m afraid I must be off now.”  She strode out of the library then shed her fana, making sure the elf had not seen, and jumped to where she felt Mairon’s presence.

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He returned the smile, before it faded and he nodded. "Yes, it would seem so... I am sorry. I promise it was not me, though." He hoped she did not think so, as he did not wish to invoke her ire for something he had not done. She seemed irritated, and he wondered if he should perhaps make himself scarce. "Hunting...?" he repeated, surprised at her teasing and the strange grin. "Uhm, it was lovely to meet you too... farewell for now..." He gazed after her for a moment, then slowly walked towards the entrance. Confused, he could see she was already gone, and he shook his head. Deciding to finish what he had come to do, he made a mental note to go to Mairon's room afterwards and ask him about the strange woman.

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ask-sauron replied to your post: ((ooc:

((……………. D: *hugs*))

((*hugs back* :())

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((ooc:

dear anon. i am quite aware that roleplaying sexual acts with ask-sauron might be 'immoral' and 'wrong', but that does not mean you need to send me a downright insulting ask about it, saying all kinds of names that are clearly aimed at me, the owner of this blog. if you find it so wrong and bad, please just remove yourself from my blog, and perhaps ask-sauron's too. our posts are behind read more's, so i do not truly see why you would feel compelled to click on those if it bothers you that much.

please don't send me anymore asks regarding what i choose to do with my spare time. that is my own time to do with as i wish, and if i want to roleplay sex with another ask-blog, then that is my business, and my business alone. it does not affect you in any way, shape or form as far as i am aware, and i bid you a good day))

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Thuringwethil had just returned from her trip to Imladris; it had been rather uneventful, but she had gleaned some useful information from her time there.  Already, new plans were forming in her mind, and she reviewed them, tweaking and analyzing as she walked to her archive from her chambers.  She would tell Mairon about some of them later, when she was ready.  Now, however, she was more interested in taking a few of her books from the archive to leaf through again.

Turning the corner, she walked down the hall a short distance before stepping through the large door that lead to the archive, light filtering in through the windows and the smell of parchments and books flooding the room.  She entered silently, heading towards the large shelves near the back of the huge room—the place where she stored most of her useful books on sorcery, plant-lore and various other subjects.

[ask-lindir-blog]

Lindir had grown slightly more accustomed to the place in recent days, though he did not think he would ever quite relax like he had those first few days. Too much had happened, and he was always on guard, and made sure never to go where he wasn’t allowed. After the memorable trip to the courtyard, he hadn’t rightly dared. There was still much he had not read in the archive however, so he could easily spend hours in there, whenever he was not with Mairon. It took his mind off of the doubts always there at least.

He was surprised to see the door to the archive open, for it never tended to be, and he carefully entered, looking around. He could hear someone moving around, and frowned a little, slowly walking along the shelves. Could it be Mairon? Or perhaps it was one of the servants around this place? It struck him as odd if it was the latter, for they never tended to be in here, and he did not think it was the former, either. And it wasn’t. It was a woman, rather tall at that, and he let out a surprised “oh” when he saw her.

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Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Thuringwethil turned around at someone’s soft gasp.  Her gaze fell upon an elf, wide-eyed with surprise.  This was Mairon’s ‘guest’ no doubt, she presumed.  A soft smile spread across her lips as she looked at him.  ”Hello,” she said, letting a hint of amusement coloring her voice.  ”Do you need help with something?”  It wouldn’t hurt at all to be sweet and friendly to the little one—after all, he had no idea who she was yet. She watched his face carefully, hiding her scrutiny behind a friendly smile, reading his emotions in his eyes.  Certainly he was surprised—that emotion was clearly written all over his face—though he seemed curious as well, with the slightest bit of wariness.  Mairon must have been keeping him inside the whole time then, she thought.  

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Lindir looked her up and down for a moment, curious as to who she was and what she was doing there. He was also wary. What if she was the one who owned this place? That might not end well for him. “Hello,” he replied, bowing his head slightly as he was accustomed to. “Oh, no, I was just wondering who was in here… I have never seen someone else here before. You surprised me, that is all.” He eyed for another moment. She looked friendly, the smile at least saying as much, and he relaxed his stance just a little bit, his curiousity taking over. “Who are you?” he wondered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, carefully avoiding to look her in the eyes.

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“Is that so?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to indicate she was interested.  ”You are the only one who comes here?” she inquired, watching him carefully.  He seemed to be discomfited by her presence, shifting his weight back and forth and trailing off while speaking.  ”I come here quite often, though I have been away recently—I just returned from my travels,” she said, wondering how much the elf had been told about her.  It seemed not much yet, but that did not mean anything, seeing as he did not know exactly who she was.  ”I am a general here, you see,” she added, scrutinizing him.  ”You must have arrived while I was absent—otherwise we certainly would have met earlier.  What is your name, if you do not mind?”

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He nodded slightly. “Yes, I am. Mairon was here once or twice, but I do not think he has been here more often than that.” he replied, uncertain of how much he could say or not. “Just returned? Oh.” Then she had to be the one who ruled in this place, or at least one of them - there could be more, for all he knew. “A general? I see…” So she was beneath someone as well then? How strange. He wondered who really owned the fortress, if not Mairon and not this Lady. “I must have… my name is Lindir.” He bowed slightly again. “What is yours? If you do not mind telling it, of course.” She interested him, her presence imposing and demanding certain respect, something he hoped he would be able to give so as not to get on her bad side.

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“I see,” she said, a smile curling her lips.  Beginning to continue her walk to the shelves in the back, she gestured for the elf to follow, if he wished.  ”Some people call me Nuldisyë,” she added as she walked, wondering if Mairon had said anything about the person called ‘Thuringwethil’ or just the ruler of the fortress.  Deciding to take a gamble, she commented lightly as she entered the aisle where she kept her books, “But some call me Thuringwethil.  It is up to you which one you choose.  I have no preference.”  Looking around for the familiar covers, she realized quickly that none of them were there.  Every last one of them had been moved, presumably out of the archive, most likely by Mairon.  Of course.  Her books would raise questions that Mairon would not have wanted to answer, but it was irritating that he had taken them, leaving her to hunt them down.  She frowned slightly, thinking.

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Lindir hurried to follow her, walking one or two steps behind her. "Nuldisyë?" he repeated, smiling slightly. "That's a very nice name. It fits you." They turned down another aisle, one that was very lacking in books, and he looked around, wondering what she would do here when there was naught to find. "Thuringwethil?" The name was not familiar to him. Either worked, he would see what felt more natural eventually. He caught sight of her frown. "Is something wrong?" he asked. There had never been books here as far as he was aware, for they must have been removed before he came to stay - or at least before he was granted access, so he had always supposed that whoever frequented this place must have taken them.

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Thuringwethil had just returned from her trip to Imladris; it had been rather uneventful, but she had gleaned some useful information from her time there.  Already, new plans were forming in her mind, and she reviewed them, tweaking and analyzing as she walked to her archive from her chambers.  She would tell Mairon about some of them later, when she was ready.  Now, however, she was more interested in taking a few of her books from the archive to leaf through again.

Turning the corner, she walked down the hall a short distance before stepping through the large door that lead to the archive, light filtering in through the windows and the smell of parchments and books flooding the room.  She entered silently, heading towards the large shelves near the back of the huge room—the place where she stored most of her useful books on sorcery, plant-lore and various other subjects.

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Lindir had grown slightly more accustomed to the place in recent days, though he did not think he would ever quite relax like he had those first few days. Too much had happened, and he was always on guard, and made sure never to go where he wasn’t allowed. After the memorable trip to the courtyard, he hadn’t rightly dared. There was still much he had not read in the archive however, so he could easily spend hours in there, whenever he was not with Mairon. It took his mind off of the doubts always there at least.

He was surprised to see the door to the archive open, for it never tended to be, and he carefully entered, looking around. He could hear someone moving around, and frowned a little, slowly walking along the shelves. Could it be Mairon? Or perhaps it was one of the servants around this place? It struck him as odd if it was the latter, for they never tended to be in here, and he did not think it was the former, either. And it wasn’t. It was a woman, rather tall at that, and he let out a surprised “oh” when he saw her.

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Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Thuringwethil turned around at someone’s soft gasp.  Her gaze fell upon an elf, wide-eyed with surprise.  This was Mairon’s ‘guest’ no doubt, she presumed.  A soft smile spread across her lips as she looked at him.  ”Hello,” she said, letting a hint of amusement coloring her voice.  ”Do you need help with something?”  It wouldn’t hurt at all to be sweet and friendly to the little one—after all, he had no idea who she was yet. She watched his face carefully, hiding her scrutiny behind a friendly smile, reading his emotions in his eyes.  Certainly he was surprised—that emotion was clearly written all over his face—though he seemed curious as well, with the slightest bit of wariness.  Mairon must have been keeping him inside the whole time then, she thought.  

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Lindir looked her up and down for a moment, curious as to who she was and what she was doing there. He was also wary. What if she was the one who owned this place? That might not end well for him. “Hello,” he replied, bowing his head slightly as he was accustomed to. “Oh, no, I was just wondering who was in here… I have never seen someone else here before. You surprised me, that is all.” He eyed for another moment. She looked friendly, the smile at least saying as much, and he relaxed his stance just a little bit, his curiousity taking over. “Who are you?” he wondered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, carefully avoiding to look her in the eyes.

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“Is that so?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to indicate she was interested.  ”You are the only one who comes here?” she inquired, watching him carefully.  He seemed to be discomfited by her presence, shifting his weight back and forth and trailing off while speaking.  ”I come here quite often, though I have been away recently—I just returned from my travels,” she said, wondering how much the elf had been told about her.  It seemed not much yet, but that did not mean anything, seeing as he did not know exactly who she was.  ”I am a general here, you see,” she added, scrutinizing him.  ”You must have arrived while I was absent—otherwise we certainly would have met earlier.  What is your name, if you do not mind?”

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He nodded slightly. "Yes, I am. Mairon was here once or twice, but I do not think he has been here more often than that." he replied, uncertain of how much he could say or not. "Just returned? Oh." Then she had to be the one who ruled in this place, or at least one of them - there could be more, for all he knew. "A general? I see..." So she was beneath someone as well then? How strange. He wondered who really owned the fortress, if not Mairon and not this Lady. "I must have... my name is Lindir." He bowed slightly again. "What is yours? If you do not mind telling it, of course." She interested him, her presence imposing and demanding certain respect, something he hoped he would be able to give so as not to get on her bad side.

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Lindir returned the grin and nodded. "Aye, I do. I have not felt this good in quite a while. I suppose I should be tired, but I am not." He ought to feel exhausted, really, from the games and what they had done to him emotionally, but he felt more or less ready to go again should he have to. It felt so odd... nearly freeing, actually. It was a mystery he did not wish to think much over, however. Instead he got to his feet and stilled a moment to find his balance, before reaching Mairon's side and trailing not far after him to the bath.

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Thuringwethil had just returned from her trip to Imladris; it had been rather uneventful, but she had gleaned some useful information from her time there.  Already, new plans were forming in her mind, and she reviewed them, tweaking and analyzing as she walked to her archive from her chambers.  She would tell Mairon about some of them later, when she was ready.  Now, however, she was more interested in taking a few of her books from the archive to leaf through again.

Turning the corner, she walked down the hall a short distance before stepping through the large door that lead to the archive, light filtering in through the windows and the smell of parchments and books flooding the room.  She entered silently, heading towards the large shelves near the back of the huge room—the place where she stored most of her useful books on sorcery, plant-lore and various other subjects.

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Lindir had grown slightly more accustomed to the place in recent days, though he did not think he would ever quite relax like he had those first few days. Too much had happened, and he was always on guard, and made sure never to go where he wasn’t allowed. After the memorable trip to the courtyard, he hadn’t rightly dared. There was still much he had not read in the archive however, so he could easily spend hours in there, whenever he was not with Mairon. It took his mind off of the doubts always there at least.

He was surprised to see the door to the archive open, for it never tended to be, and he carefully entered, looking around. He could hear someone moving around, and frowned a little, slowly walking along the shelves. Could it be Mairon? Or perhaps it was one of the servants around this place? It struck him as odd if it was the latter, for they never tended to be in here, and he did not think it was the former, either. And it wasn’t. It was a woman, rather tall at that, and he let out a surprised “oh” when he saw her.

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Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Thuringwethil turned around at someone’s soft gasp.  Her gaze fell upon an elf, wide-eyed with surprise.  This was Mairon’s ‘guest’ no doubt, she presumed.  A soft smile spread across her lips as she looked at him.  ”Hello,” she said, letting a hint of amusement coloring her voice.  ”Do you need help with something?”  It wouldn’t hurt at all to be sweet and friendly to the little one—after all, he had no idea who she was yet. She watched his face carefully, hiding her scrutiny behind a friendly smile, reading his emotions in his eyes.  Certainly he was surprised—that emotion was clearly written all over his face—though he seemed curious as well, with the slightest bit of wariness.  Mairon must have been keeping him inside the whole time then, she thought.  

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Lindir looked her up and down for a moment, curious as to who she was and what she was doing there. He was also wary. What if she was the one who owned this place? That might not end well for him. "Hello," he replied, bowing his head slightly as he was accustomed to. "Oh, no, I was just wondering who was in here... I have never seen someone else here before. You surprised me, that is all." He eyed for another moment. She looked friendly, the smile at least saying as much, and he relaxed his stance just a little bit, his curiousity taking over. "Who are you?" he wondered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, carefully avoiding to look her in the eyes.

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Lindir was more than happy to be pulled close, enjoying the warmth and the soft touches, returning his smile. He shivered at those words and what they meant, for the thought truly appealed to him. "I don't mind." He gazed at him, his next words shy. "I like it." He returned the kiss, though did not try to get too excited, letting Mairon set the pace and the passion in it, and he moaned into it, reaching his hand up, touching his cheek. He met his eyes, seeing the smug look in them, but honestly, at the moment, he could care less. He knew very well why it was there, but he was still far too deep in happy repletion, content with letting Mairon dominate him as he wished here and now.