Lord of Lothlórien

Independent RP blog from Tolkien's Legendarium. Primarily book focused. Film and RoP friendly. I track celebornthewise Actively searching for threads

[celebornthewise]

"A old enemy stirs in what is now Mirkwood."

// Hey! Have a Arathorn around the start of Hobbit x

@rangers-are-cool

The ranger's words sent a shiver down Celeborn's spine. "Come with me," he said brusquely as he guided the ranger to a table located in the middle of the room that was laden with books and parchments. The silver-haired elf lord picked up the unattended scrolls and tomes to reveal an intricate map that lay beneath the organized mess. "We knew peace wouldn't be forever."

Celeborn frowned as his fingers glossed over Eryn Galen. They started north of the Forest River, trailed south past the Elvenking's Hall, further south to Amon Lanc and eventually west to where his hand hovered over Lorien. His gaze, however, lingered on Oropher's old fortress.

"Do we happen to know the location of the source?"

[celebornthewise]

Celeborn’s eyes lit up as his daughter’s voice graced his ears. He had started to join the marchwardens at random shifts, since he expected his daughter to arrive soon. While he trusted her to take care of herself, there was a part of him that still saw her as the little elfling he had held in his arms years before.

“Your safe return is always good news I could want for,”he called out to her as he gracefully climbed down from his perch. His briefly dour mood now lifted by Celebrían’s presence.

Dropping down the last few feet, he turned to his only child and held his arms out in greeting. “You are gift enough, dear one. Though I won’t turn down a tale or two about your adventure.” He paused briefly, his brows furrowing slightly, “No one approached you with ill will, I hope.”

[silvercrowned]

Celebrían grinned, embracing her Father.

“Of course not.” That was…. a small lie. There had been a couple of incidents with orcs, but Celebrían saw no reason to worry her Father.

She breathed deeply, happy to be home.

“And how is Evendim? Has much changed?”

[celebornthewise]

"Peaceful and quiet, though I am sure that is about to change with your arrival," he grinned as he embraced his daughter, enjoying their moment together.

"I am pleased your travels have not been besmirched by ill intentions. As for Evendim..." The silver-haired elf lord paused to think how to summarize the event at home. "You missed a lengthy discussion about the faults and virtues of living below ground and in the trees."

His expression was distant, for the events surrounding the fall of Doriath still pained him. "No changes beyond the weather patterns and your father on patrol."

[celebornthewise]

“The wind’s silence bodes ill will indeed,” he muttered under his breath as he leaned his head against the trunk of the tree he was sitting in. His eyes fluttered shut as he attempted to relax into nature’s music, despite the lack of an instrument.

He sighed and shifted where he sat. Opening his eyes to look at the sky through the leaves. “I hope that it is good news you bring. I do not yet wish to leave what little peace we currently have unless need be.”

[silvercrowned]

“Or perhaps the wind is just still today, Ada.” Celebrían laughed - not mocking - just full of naïveté and innocence yet unmarred by grief.

She had recently returned from Lindon, and was excited to see her Father again.

“Is my return not all the good news you could possibly want?” She smiled up at the tree where Celeborn was perched. “I brought back gifts - if that makes it better.”

[celebornthewise]

Celeborn's eyes lit up as his daughter's voice graced his ears. He had started to join the marchwardens at random shifts, since he expected his daughter to arrive soon. While he trusted her to take care of herself, there was a part of him that still saw her as the little elfling he had held in his arms years before.

"Your safe return is always good news I could want for," he called out to her as he gracefully climbed down from his perch. His briefly dour mood now lifted by Celebrían's presence.

Dropping down the last few feet, he turned to his only child and held his arms out in greeting. "You are gift enough, dear one. Though I won't turn down a tale or two about your adventure." He paused briefly, his brows furrowing slightly, "No one approached you with ill will, I hope."

[celebornthewise]

“The wind’s silence bodes ill will indeed,” he muttered under his breath as he leaned his head against the trunk of the tree he was sitting in. His eyes fluttered shut as he attempted to relax into nature’s music, despite the lack of an instrument.

He sighed and shifted where he sat. Opening his eyes to look at the sky through the leaves. “I hope that it is good news you bring. I do not yet wish to leave what little peace we currently have unless need be.”

[celebornthewise]

// It has been a long.... LONG time. So long that I believe some of my rp partners have deactivated their accounts. To those that are still active, and would like to continue, please let me know. Otherwise, I will archive those threads and just start fresh.

[celebornthewise]

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The lady of light came forwards near Celeborn, gently placing her palm within the embrace of her husbands own as blue hues met his gaze.  Worry was evident there, intense, and fearful.  Though the elleth did a well job of hiding certain emotions upon her face, it was hard to cover it within the specific moment, she had experienced much.  

"I have seen a vision, within the waters of the mirror.  A great darkness is coming, I have seen its destruction…"  She breathed, her voice low.  "I fear Celeborn, the evil within the future is strong."  Her hands shook, pale skin showing the blue veins below her wrist, delicate fingers holding a tremble themselves.

[celebornthewise]

Rare it was when his wife revealed her worries so openly.  His brows furrowed at the temperature of her touch.  Gently covering her hands with his own, he ran his thumb over her slender fingers out of habit.   And in doing so, winced when he came in contact with the ring of power she bore.  His eyes darkened with sadness, knowing the inevitable.                     “It is an evil that we knew would return.  We only know                        not the force in which he will come forth with.                                              -- But if it is as you say, is there hope for                                                  this world?  A n y  that you can see?”

[celebornthewise]

//is there an active elrond on here?  Cause if not, I’ll be all over that muse for reals.

[theoneandonlykili-a]

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[celebornthewise]

//Bless u

[celebornthewise]

//is there an active elrond on here?  Cause if not, I'll be all over that muse for reals.

[celebornthewise]

iamtheoneoflight

It was as if the stars and the sun's light decided to grace him with their presence together for the briefest of moments as his bonded gracefully glided past him.  Her hair flowed behind her like it were floating in the wind when there was none to be had.  It was no wonder so much chaos was wrought by such a thing.  However, this visit to the study was interesting, though not purely unexpected.

                      "Is there something bothering you, Galadriel?"

[celebornthewise]

thrandybaby

Celeborn's brows raised as the approach of his kin grew closer.   It had been ages since they had last messaged one another, let alone see each other.  But the time of the Ring has faded and that of the elves with it.  There was no need for animosity between brethren, no matter how distant.

                  "Gwannas lû and, Thranduil Oropherion."

[celebornthewise]

It seems my muse has found his way back.  Should anyone wish to rp, please like this post and I will get back to you~  I am in the process of revamping and editing some of these  r e a l l y  old headcanons and just cleaning up in general..

[celebornthewise]

No gelin in raid gîn, a no adel gin i chwest.  Boe i 'wa. Cuio vae.

[celebornthewise]

Journal Entry || Doriath 8

I had awoken early in the morning, when it was still dark so I could witness the sunrise.  I tend to sleep until the sun breaks the horizon, but I felt the want to view it rising.  Surely I made plans to view the breaking of dawn by myself but it seemed that it would not be the case for I had walked by Artanis, one of my Noldorín relatives that had come to visit.  I had the mind to ignore her presence, but the thought of the rudeness hit me, and it seemed she was rather deep in thought.  So I had approached her with care, and to my surprise she accepted to accompany me to the surface to view the sunrise.

The clouds that lingered above us changed colors as the sun rose, but it was the color of the sky and the trees that made me catch my breath.  I had viewed the sunrise many times, yet each was different.  The light was never the same twice for nature if fickle.  I was unsure of Artanis' opinion of the rising sun until I managed to tear my eyes away from the scene to see for myself what her thoughts may be.  It was then that I learned that she could speak through her mind just as I.  I admit that I had been caught off guard, but hearing her say that she was in awe and wondering if it was as such every morning amused me.  

It was then I asked if she could tell me of Aman, or rather, her home.  Whenever the topic appeared in court or in normal conversation, it would be casually brushed aside as unimportant and trivial.  But this time, I could see a sadness in her eyes.  I am unsure if it is because she misses her homeland that she seems to grieve or if it is that they had to flee that she is saddened.  Either way, she had promised to tell me another day, if I were to accompany her to watch the sunrise again.

Needless to say, I would gladly witness another sunrise with her sitting by my side as we did today.

[galadriels]

"[Celeborn] has dwelt in the West since the days of dawn, and I have dwelt with him years uncounted; for ere the fall of Nargothrond or Gondolin I passed over the mountains, and together through ages of the world we have fought the long defeat."

[ifallelseperished]

[celebornthewise]

firstborn meme » 1/4 relationships >brotp > thranduil & celeborn

The realm of Thranduil was invaded,… but in the end Thranduil had the victory. And on the day of the New Year of the Elves, Celeborn and Thranduil met in the midst of the forest; and they renamed Mirkwood Eryn Lasgalen, The Wood of Greenleaves.

[celebornthewise]

Journal Entry || Doriath 7

My dear cousin, Lúthien can be quite the tactician, seating me across from our Noldor guests.  I take no offense to it, for it seemed she wanted me to actually speak at the feast rather than stay to myself.  Unfortunately for her plans, Galathil and Oropher outdid me in conversation and seemed to be the highlight of the dinner.  Despite how amusing they were, and somewhat embarrassing, I couldn't help but notice our guests brighten at the tomfoolery.  It was as if they had been grim for some time, and to see them smile, even if it were cause by such childish actions, it was a sight to witness.  

I must admit that I had only been an observant member of the table until I was asked if I played an instrument.  It was Artanis, who had inquired my musical talents.  Being courteous, and curious, I had replied, mentioning that I played the harp.  An instrument that allows me to sing when I wish to do so.  But she proceeded to inquire about my skill, in which my dear cousins rushed to answer with a resounding "He plays the harp beautifully.  Whereas I humbly replied that I was nowhere near better than the one who taught me, whom was Melian herself.  

And to you, hîril vuin, who does love to read my entries, I know not what the smile that played on Artanis' lips meant.  I was honest about my skill and proved it after the feast when you asked for me to play.  But then it seemed like a show put on by the relatives of Thingol for soon Oropher, and my brother joined me with flutes of their own along with Lúthien's voice.  Entertaining as it may have been, I still wonder what that smile could have meant.  I did not have the time to ask for her brothers whisked her away after the festivities.  But I noticed when I looked her way that she had been watching me.  I admit that when our eyes met, that my heart skipped a beat.  

Perhaps I should converse with her when her time is free.