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The Blood Flower
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p. 53-56
*gasp*
What is this?? New pages? At last!
(That moment when you get sucked into writing two very long fanfictions and disappear for almost 2 years (. ‿ . ;) )
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Happy autumn equinox, everyone! Today's the actual first day of autumn, btw, and this is how I decided to celebrate my favorite season. With trees, cute cats and leaves in watercolor!
Old mosaics that still feel kinda relevant to locals 🐟
Ever since @_leevolt_ came up with this amazing mosaic brush I wanted to use it for a ridiculously big fresco kind of illu
I fucking hate this website because not only did I click this goddamn link expecting it to be a joke of some sort, but it wasn’t a joke and I sat here spinning the screen around enjoying myself in a stupid bag of cornflakes like the dumbass monkey I am on Tumblr.com, enthralled by being in a bag of corn flakes in
So I’ve seen lots of interesting Silm discourse, but there is one important question I think we’ve left unanswered for far too long. What song did Fingon sing to find Maedhros??? Personally I’d go with this song. It sounds rather elvish, and I think it reflects the emotional depth of the situation, and what Fingon must've felt passing through Morgoth's hell to find someone he cared so deeply about, but I am also curious to hear your opinions.
Rules: You will be given a word. Share a snippet from a WIP for every letter in that word, then tag some friends and give them a new word.
Thanks for the tags! I received the word MADE from @annarobots and CAVE from @starspray.
Just teeny little snippets, this time. They're all Silm because of course they are.
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MADE first:
M: Maglor picks up the half-full wine cup beside him and drains it; neither of them had managed a flawless performance, but their voices had blended together fluidly enough that Maglor is left, now, with a subtle heaviness behind his ribs.
A: Amras has brought wine—but forgotten cups. Caranthir says something rude not quite under his breath, but still drinks straight from the bottle when it's uncorked and handed to him.
D: "Do not speak of them," Finrod says, and twists his arm out of Curufin's grasp.
E: Even the clean, clear night air does not calm him; Maglor's lungs continue to burn.
And CAVE:
C: Curufin is there to meet him, and, somewhat unexpectedly, Celebrimbor is with him. The reconciliation of Curufin and his son, as Maedhros understands, has been painstakingly slow—and is still, at times, tentative—but if there's any significant tension between them now, Maedhros cannot sense it.
A: "Are you asking me to stay?" Finrod says.
"I'm asking you to not be a fucking idiot."
V: No Vs, unfortunately!
E: Even so, Haleth hugs him and kisses his cheek in full view of her people - and his.
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So many of you have done this already that I'm kinda hesitant to tag again. If anyone wants to do it, though, consider yourself tagged. Your word is SWAN.
Interesting! I'm considering myself tagged bcs I showed up on my feed lol! Okay.
S: She (Nerdanel) despaired to admit he had lost her, and he simply sighed.
“He (Celegorm) hates having them around his friends. Says they treat him like a baby. He does the same to me, so I think it's a case of the pot calling the kettle black. But that's not the point.”
He breathed out sharply and bit his lip.
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W: (Celegorm POV) When I think about it, this could have ended much worse for me when I realized I had broken the nose of the one and only heir of lord Nildion, who despite what his name might imply, is not a joy to be around.
He had asked for a more…physical sort of punishment, and I am quite unsure as to what he was trying to imply. I am far too big to fit on my father's lap to be spanked, and Atto never in our life had punished us in any way but his disappointed eyes.
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A: A gentle nudge of his foot, and Cundo was flying, Felagund’s horse whom he did not know her name yet barely behind them.
Huan was a blur of grey fur by his side.
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N: Naurelen smiled at him before kneeling down next to Erestor and scooping him up.
“Sani, can you take the boy to Celegorm's tent? I want mistress Reneth to change his bandages. Tyelpë? You go with him, make sure our little guest is comfortable.”
I don't know if it's a flex or not, but these are all from different WIPs. 😌
Just to prove The Blood Flower is still alive in my head... planned dialogue from future plot. :>
F: "Four express tickets to Cainda, please."
L: "Like he said, it's a complicated story, and it would hold you up much too long. I do apologise for interrupting your hunting. We were simply tracking a trail and we lost it."
A: "Are you alright? Are you wanting to cross the lake?"
M: "Me too. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. But where would we get food? I don't know most of these plants, so I wouldn't be able to recognise the ones poisonous to us!"
E: "Eh, for sure! I'm not leaving you by yourself in such a dire situation. You're my friend now. And if there's one thing we have in common, it's a complete distaste for helpless inaction."
If you read this, consider yourself tagged. >:)
(Your word is CHIP)