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Congratulations! You just won the “Quality Role-Player Award” today! This is proof that you have exhibited exemplary skills in the field of Role-Play. Copy and paste this to 5 other RP blogs that you think are quality~
*blinks*
I have won the- what? What is role-play? Why would that give me an award? Is it like the play Findekáno and I do in bed? Because if so then I know why I would get an award for that, but... this is rather sudden.
ask-maedhros replied to your post: Lord Curufin? I have…missed you greatly. How do you fare? Have you been very busy? /fiddles with his sleeves/
you always were rather useless at fixing things you broke /shakes head
But Laurë’s laptop was already a mess! Found it abandoned by the shores… I am surprised no sand poured out when I opened it. Oh well. I was always the inventor, not the solver.
/grins. Laurë is such a strange one when it comes to technology. Picked it up by the shores? Is he one of those strange mortal creatures who enjoy things no one else does now? I believe they are called hipsters, or something like that. How odd.
Then Fingon the valiant, son of Fingolfin, resolved to heal the feud that divided the Noldor, before their Enemy should be ready for war; for the earth trembled in the Northlands with the thunder of the forges of Morgoth underground. Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros; and though he knew not yet that Maedhros had not forgotten him at the burning of the ships, the thought of their ancient friendship stung his heart. Therefore he dared a deed which is Justly renowned among the feats of the princes of the Noldor: alone, and without the counsel of any, he set forth in search of Maedhros; and aided by the very darkness that Morgoth had made he came unseen into the fastness of his foes. High upon the shoulders of Thangorodrim he climbed, and looked in despair upon the desolation of the land; but no passage or crevice could he find through which he might come within Morgoth’s stronghold. Then in defiance of the Orcs, who cowered still in the dark vaults beneath the earth, he took his harp and sang a song of Valinor that the Noldor made of old, before strife was born among the sons of Finwë; and his voice rang in the mournful hollows that had never heard before aught save cries of fear and woe.
Thus Fingon found what he sought. For suddenly above him far and faint his song was taken up, and a voice answering called to him. Maedhros it was that sang amid his torment. But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung, and then could go no further; and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maedhros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And seeing no better hope he cried to Manwë, saying: ‘O King to whom all birds are dear, speed now this feathered shaft, and recall some pity for the Noldor in their need!’
Did you know that the Spanish Inquisition about 500 years ago would kidnap people, torture, and maim them for disagreeing? You've gotta hand it to them, they gave you a handsome number of kindred spirits. Pretty handy if you get lonely, hm?
I do not understand what it is you are implying... I have a feeling there are a lot of hand jokes here, which I will not tolerate!
what is the most annoying thing your brothers have ever done
Oh my, where do I even start...
I think I shall go with when they attempted to dye my hair a bright blue colour. My hair was purple-ish for ages.
Have I ever mentioned how much Maedhros needs a hug?
‘Cause… he totally needs a hug.
I would gladly accept your hugs, kind mortal.
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo: Nírnaeth Arnoediad
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo…?
Brother Makalaurë, this reminds me of you!
What is this?! ”Unnumbered Tears”?!
Surely you must know the Battle of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, cousin? It was the battle in which Findekáno was… was lost.
No, I had left the Halls by that point I think. I don’t know anything of what happened! All I know is that everyone died…. And now I want to hug Findekáno.
Ah. I am sorry. I thought you may have heard… I have not seen you in the Halls yet, so I did not know you knew naught… You should hug him. I think he needs one, and you are his brother after all.
I left rather quickly… it was lonely and quite depressing. Námo, whenever I saw him, had this irritating “I told you so” expression that did not help at all. And I would hug him, but I think he’s still in the halls…?
It is indeed rather depressing... I cannot say I enjoy it much, save the company of my brothers and Findekáno. He is in the Halls, yes... should I hug him for you?
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo: Nírnaeth Arnoediad
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo…?
Brother Makalaurë, this reminds me of you!
What is this?! ”Unnumbered Tears”?!
Surely you must know the Battle of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, cousin? It was the battle in which Findekáno was… was lost.
No, I had left the Halls by that point I think. I don’t know anything of what happened! All I know is that everyone died…. And now I want to hug Findekáno.
Ah. I am sorry. I thought you may have heard... I have not seen you in the Halls yet, so I did not know you knew naught... You should hug him. I think he needs one, and you are his brother after all.
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo: Nírnaeth Arnoediad
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo…?
Brother Makalaurë, this reminds me of you!
What is this?! ”Unnumbered Tears”?!
Surely you must know the Battle of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, cousin? It was the battle in which Findekáno was... was lost.
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo: Nírnaeth Arnoediad
Nothing-Goes-Right Noldo...?
Brother Makalaurë, this reminds me of you!
(effaclare)
#maedhros #that’s not a silmaril #go back to sleep bud you need some
Hee hee hee :)
Maglor: Stop it brother! You’re embarrassing me! *snatches Elros and Elrond kittens and runs off*
/bursts out laughing, clapping hands over his mouth/
I am quite aware it is not a silmaril! That does not mean it is not shiny, however! *chases it around*
At least we are humoring the young scribe /bows gratuously before Anarin.
/grins, eyes bright/ I am unsure why it is so….funny to me My Lord, but I cannot stop….laughing! /breaks down into peals of laughter/
/chuckles. Oh, I do not mind! There are far too few reasons for laughter these days, so I am only glad you find it so amusing. /grins. It is indeed funny to see us presented as cats.
(effaclare)
#maedhros #that’s not a silmaril #go back to sleep bud you need some
Hee hee hee :)
Maglor: Stop it brother! You’re embarrassing me! *snatches Elros and Elrond kittens and runs off*
/bursts out laughing, clapping hands over his mouth/
I am quite aware it is not a silmaril! That does not mean it is not shiny, however! *chases it around*
At least we are humoring the young scribe /bows gratuously before Anarin.
You and me, under the stars, our skin touching in unorthodox places. How about it?
It can be... considered. I would not refuse.
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I apologize, but is it not far too late for that? Will you all somehow go back in time?
Grasping Fingon's braids in your remaining hand, you pulled his head closer to your aching arousal, burying it further in his mouth, so hot and wet and delectable. Your knuckles were white with how intensely you grabbed him, sweat trickled from your flushed brow and like your sweat the sweetest sounds poured from your lips. You wished you still had your other hand as you saw the curve of his butt, all the better to pleasure him with and return the favour.
*eyes you for a long moment*
How are you able to spy in such a way?
011. Sex with Fingon must include riding him while pulling his braids.
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This really isn’t so secret, is it, Maedhros?
I suppose not, fair lady.
You can’t hide, Maitimo.
Hush.
011. Sex with Fingon must include riding him while pulling his braids.
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This really isn’t so secret, is it, Maedhros?
I suppose not, fair lady.
