Dínellon of Imladris

Independent RP blog for an Elven OC from the Lord of the Rings. He is a shy servant in Imladris skilled in reading people, seeing behind their lies and understanding why they are the way they are and as such he is highly empathic. Multiship | Multi-Storyline Mun is of age. Occasionally NSFW. M!A: None Tag: dinellon

[longwisdomforbidsme]

"Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Nobody knows my sorrow."

"You kept both quite good to yourself." They were taking one of their mutual walks at night, admiring the starry sky above them but the mood had turned rather somber pretty quickly. Gasping the younger’s shoulder, the counselor gently moved him over to a bench and settled next to him.

"I know that being my assistant is causing you much delight, but you are blocking yourself, aren’t you? You know there is nothing I will probably not find out on my own." It was meant to be both honest and somewhat jesting.

He was half serious.

"I truly want you to keep the position. I can work with you but you are not making it easy for me if you keep secrets."

[dinellon]

Everything had happened so fast and it had soon become too much to bear, too much to handle, just...too much. Dínellon had been perfectly fine when he had not let anyone near him nor let anyone help him. It had been best not to confide in anyone, because in all truth it was the only way to keep emotion at bay. And without emotion, no accidents could happen. He'd have time to think and choose the right course of action rather than ruining it all.

What was overwhelming in his current situation, was his growing fondness towards his employer. Erestor seemed to understand and it was the very thing that made him a dangerous acquaintance. Dínellon noticed he had started to slip. He talked more and he felt more. There was...trust between them. Chemistry.

"Of course I am blocking myself. I-..." He bit his lip and turned his eyes away. "You are the first one to see that." In truth Dínellon had already thought of leaving. All it took was to collect his belongings, leave before the first rays of sunlight hit the valley and disappear. But then...an idea. Perhaps he could mislead the counselor? Make him seek things that had nothing to do with who Dínellon was now but instead make the other look into who the ellon used to be? That could work.

"...you have a vast library. I am sure you...you will find what you seek there. About me as well. Try the healing section." If anywhere, one of his father's books must have found its way to Erestor's library. Idhrendir, the great healer of the mind, soother of sorrows and listener of the troubled and lonely.

[noelfofimportance]

A Silent Servant (Cambron & Dínellon)

[noelfofimportance]

Cambron turned from his task of making sure that everybody had the utensils they needed to the other servant instantly when Dínellon approached him and listened intently on his report. He nodded slowly, memorizing what he was saying.

"Good. I’ll tell Melthil about the reparations as soon as I’ll see her. In the meanwhile, go and fetch a jute sack and meet me in the last room. We’re going to get rid of those carcasses as soon as possible, lest they attract any other unwelcome guests."

Well, at least Dínellon was able to talk in full sentences. It might easily be that he was just shy, Camrbon thought as he watched him go to do as he had bid, then he turned around himself to fetch a broom and a shovel. But shyness was something to be overcome, and there was nothing to be shy about when you were a servant at this place. He’d try to be gentle first, he thought while he walked through the hallway to the rooms he had made Dínellon inspect.

[dinellon]

Dínellon was happy to have managed the task without saying any more words than what had been necessary and no more words were spoken either when he received the instructions of the following task at hand. His answer was a simple nod, after which he turned around and was on his way to fetch the jute sack.

It did not take him long to be back with the requested item for he had always been nimble in his feet, but he did stop for a moment to take a deep breath before he entered the room hoping that even though he was working with Cambron, he wouldn’t have to keep up any sort of a light, non-professional conversation.

[noelfofimportance]

A Silent Servant (Cambron & Dínellon)

[noelfofimportance]

One of the first things he needed to do was to get Dínellon to talk. If he started to use his voice, he might continue to do so. And thus, once they’d arrived in the west wing, Cambron turned to Dínellon.

"We need to prepare four currently uninhabited rooms. You’ll go and take a look through them, and then come back and tell me if we need to do anything more than a quick check-up, some basic dusting and changing of the bedding." He knew that in at least two of the rooms there were some slight damages on the furniture, and one of the other servants had already told him that there was a fox who frequented one of the rooms by night, and if he had left any traces in the room, they’d have to clean those up as well.

After he had given his orders, he turned around to instruct the rest of the other servants, without even looking back at Dínellon again. He’d not let him back out of this task, though he also didn’t think he would actually do so.

[dinellon]

Completely unaware of the hidden agenda his superior had thought out for him, Dínellon was still very much relaxed and clearly in his comfort zone. He was slightly surprised to be the first one Cambron addressed, but listened closely as he was told what the first task of his day would be. Nothing too complicated, luckily, but he had to make sure that he got everything right. For some reason the whole thing felt more like a test rather than something that actually had to be done. Then again Dínellon could not figure out why it was he was being tested. Had he done a bad job earlier and now they were checking whether he was worth keeping or...what was it all about?

Nodding, Dínellon went to work. Throughout his youth he had never truly paid attention to the condition of the room he lived in. Dínellon’s family had not been an overly wealthy, but they had had a servant in the house. However the ellon was glad to find out that his perception wasn’t limited to only the Eldar and the Secondborn, but instead he could use it to his advantage when he had to notice things around him.

When he was finally done, he made his way back to Cambron. Hmm. Now the hardest part of his task. He had to report back to him. Now breathe. It is just work, you do not have to socialize. ”From what I’ve seen, there’s quite a lot to be done. Three of the rooms can be inhabited, but I think at some point we need to consider changing the furniture so the old ones can be repaired. Though the chair in second room is in terrible condition so at least that has to go before any guests enter the room. Then the last room, there are traces of dead prey animals there. Bones and feathers and fur in one corner. It has to be cleaned properly.”

[iamnotanelfmaid-deactivated2014]

ø //He needs a minstrel in his life. *vigorous nodding*

6.A strip tease

It was a hard thing to admit that the elf took a good liking to wine when it was served, and much of it he took to his liking. It was to his fortune that he was without duties that evening, hence the wine he had the pleasure of imbiling. He became quite…loose, in a matter of speaking, and the usually rigid elf walked around with a swagger to his steps.

Noticing one particular elf that usually kept to himself, one he usually never spoke to, it was in his pleasure to do something about that in his new found state of being. Placing the nearly empty bottle down he walked before the other elf and swung his shoulders to and frow as he slipped his fingers around the hem of his tunic and slid it off of his body. Next came his under-tunic, until he was absolutely bare chested before him. Slyly he looked to him and hooked his fingers to the waist of his pants. He stopped dancing for a moment and gave him a wink. 

[iamnotanelfmaid-deactivated2014]

The other elf appeared as mystery. He knew absoltely nothing about him, due to his quiet nature, other then his name. There were some that he had met who were quite quick to share all they knew about them selves and others, but then there was Dinellon. He had never heard another utter ill about him, or has anyone mentioned his name while speaking of others ill, and yet he he shared the same space as him.  Mamberuon was aware what may have been said about him behind his back, he didn’t care obviously. Things like his pride appearing as arrogance, and his relative closeness to being considered an elleth based on his features alone. 

It was intriguing, to say the least.

The minstrel wasn’t so out of it that he had such trouble walking, so he took his garments and walked with the other elf to his chamber, glad externally that he would be accompanied this night. Once they were inside his room he closed the door behind them and leaned against it. He mocked a pout on his lips “all alone?” his arms came up to hold each other across his chest “It’s rather chilly in here…will you not come with me.” A grin grew on his lips as he released himself and pulled the ellon towards the bed where he walked to. “Come,” he slurred as he threw himself on the bed and patted the side next to him. “I promise I’ll lay down if you lay down with me…..” eagerly he looked to the ellon. 

[dinellon]

Dínellon had never been the one to judge anyone before seeing them with his own eyes. And he saw a lot. Never the one to first engage in a conversation, he often found himself keeping his eyes and ears open whenever he worked. He knew many secrets but was never the one to mutter them out loud. He also knew who was the one to speak ill of others, to first give away secrets trusted to them and who often made the choice to stay away from all conflict. He knew a lot about others yet in reality he didn't know any of them in person. It was how he preferred things to be for the time being. Or well, he didn't like it, but he knew it had to be so. At least until he knew he could control himself.

Dínellon had no plans to stay the night with the minstrel either. He'd only end up regretting such a thing in the morning and it would end up being immensely awkward.

"I'd rather accompany you when you are sober. That is if you even wish me to...to keep you company." The gentle blush had not quite disappeared from his face and as he saw the minstrel lying on the bed, grinning, he suddenly felt the need to look away, to stay modest, to not let his own admiration show. "I can tug you in bed, but I will not join you. May I suggest a deal? If you still feel like chatting with me in the morning, you come and find me. How about that?"

[dinellon]

do you like dancing?

"I— ehm. A grey cloak asking me about dancing? Who are you? Hmm— nevertheless, yes, yes I do. Why do you ask?"

[iamnotanelfmaid-deactivated2014]

ø //He needs a minstrel in his life. *vigorous nodding*

6.A strip tease

It was a hard thing to admit that the elf took a good liking to wine when it was served, and much of it he took to his liking. It was to his fortune that he was without duties that evening, hence the wine he had the pleasure of imbiling. He became quite…loose, in a matter of speaking, and the usually rigid elf walked around with a swagger to his steps.

Noticing one particular elf that usually kept to himself, one he usually never spoke to, it was in his pleasure to do something about that in his new found state of being. Placing the nearly empty bottle down he walked before the other elf and swung his shoulders to and frow as he slipped his fingers around the hem of his tunic and slid it off of his body. Next came his under-tunic, until he was absolutely bare chested before him. Slyly he looked to him and hooked his fingers to the waist of his pants. He stopped dancing for a moment and gave him a wink. 

[iamnotanelfmaid-deactivated2014]

It was unusual compared to how the elf usually acted in public. The elf was normally quite rigid and stiff, usually never expressing any sort of emotion quite openly and greeting others as they came because it was part of his duty. It was not unusual for others to know who he was because of his profession, or have heard him sing or play at a time, and there were little faces who were not familiar with the elf in Imladris. 

To be quite honest to see such a state of being from the elf was particularly odd. It was a rare thing to see a smile on his face unless it was with someone he was comfortable with, and it was most definitely almost taboo to find him expressing this form of sexual interest in another, that was unless he was intoxicated. That was notto say that this interest formed from no where, because of course the elf noticed this particular ellon before, and was very intrigued with him indeed. It was only now that his boundaries were broken from the wine that he could express them. 

The part of his mind that wanted to finish his little show for the other elf was the part that took over in his current state, and the part of him that every one else knew most of the time hid beneath the layer of imbile. And of course he took no mind that there were in the middle of the corridor, in fact he encouraged the public space. 

The blush on the other elf’s face was more then enough confirmation he was doing his part for him, it was almost fuel. “Is that a proposition?” he rose his brows as the sly slip of his lips faded down a bit. “I know your name too, you know. Dinellon…I’ll tell you what, I’ll go only if you come with me.” and once again the smirk grew on his lips, presenting another side to what he said. The half naked elf took no mind to their location or his immodest state, almost at all.

[dinellon]

Knowing Mamberuon's behaviour to be so unlike him - for surely Dínellon's eyes had followed the minstrel from time to time as well -, he felt complied to make sure that the ellon didn't do anything he'd regret later. Not that he didn't feel flattered that out of all whom he may have encountered in his drunken staggering, it was him, probably one the shyest, most silent and withdrawn ellon in all of Imladris that eventually was the target of his...show.

It could also be that he had chosen Dínellon out of the will to tease him, knowing that such an act would turn the servant's cheeks red of embarrassment. Then again the musician had never seemed to be ill-willed. He may be quite stoic and seem slightly arrogant or merely not interested in engaging in a conversation, but never had Dínellon thought him mean. Thus it was more likely that everything was a mere coincidence.

Still, the most important thing was to make sure that when sober, the other didn't view his actions as a mistake or an embarrassment and the first thing in achieving his goal was to get Mamberuon off the corridor.

"I'll come with you, if that is what you wish." Perhaps by playing by his rules he'd get the ellon to lie down on the bed and possibly pass out. Or at least rest. Or something. At least whatever he did behind a closed door would be out of the public eye and between them and that way much easier to handle. Everyone knew Dínellon wasn't someone to gossip.

He took the minstrel's hand and started escorting him back to his quarters, wondering at the same time how it was that he had known the servant's name. It was not like they had ever been introduced and the servant rarely chatted. Interesting, but most importantly it made him happy. Someone had noticed him and cared enough to find out his name.

It was only when they were safely in the minstrel's rooms that Dínellon let go of his hand. "Now, ehm, why-...why don't you lie down for a while?"

[iamnotanelfmaid-deactivated2014]

ø //He needs a minstrel in his life. *vigorous nodding*

6.A strip tease

It was a hard thing to admit that the elf took a good liking to wine when it was served, and much of it he took to his liking. It was to his fortune that he was without duties that evening, hence the wine he had the pleasure of imbiling. He became quite…loose, in a matter of speaking, and the usually rigid elf walked around with a swagger to his steps.

Noticing one particular elf that usually kept to himself, one he usually never spoke to, it was in his pleasure to do something about that in his new found state of being. Placing the nearly empty bottle down he walked before the other elf and swung his shoulders to and frow as he slipped his fingers around the hem of his tunic and slid it off of his body. Next came his under-tunic, until he was absolutely bare chested before him. Slyly he looked to him and hooked his fingers to the waist of his pants. He stopped dancing for a moment and gave him a wink. 

[dinellon]

Seeing the minstrel walk down the corridor almost made the servant turn away right at that very moment. Oh no. He had not been prepared for this. He admired the other as he did all those with a talent in either singing or playing an instrument. He still remembered the times of his childhood and youth in Lindon, where there was this particularly talented harpist. Oh. He could have listened to him play for the rest of his eternity.

Yet it was so that Dínellon always seemed to be most nervous around those he admired, those he secretly wanted to impress, even though the fear of making contact with anyone still held him strongly back. Thus he wished to avoid situations where he might end up stupidly staring at the other or perhaps utter his greetings without actually using his voice at all.

He actually would have went on with his initial plan and turned around, but it already seemed as if the minstrel had noticed him. There was nothing left to do but to smile and hope that the moment would pass with them merely walking past each other. And apparently it was not going to happen.

The very moment the ellon started to strip in front of him, Dínellon could do nothing to prevent himself from blushing. This was not-...In the middle of the corridor-...why would he even-...A bottle of wine. Almost empty. Intoxication and the lack of inhibition. It was best if he stopped it all before it progressed any further.

"Ah, uhm...Mamberuon, isn't it? I...think it is for the best if you were to return to your quarters. I, uh, can I take you there or...?" He barely had the courage to take eye contact with the other.

[dinellon]

♣ ♦

♣: Any headcanons about your muse?

When he learns to relax around others again, I reckon he will become quite a...how should I put it...playful and cheerful little thing. Always smiling, giggling, laughing and doing nice things to others. Your average happy-go-lucky person.

Another headcanon would be that the reason Dínellon would make such a good healer of the mind is because he is highly emphatic.

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

We get along splendidly! There is something in Dínellon that's similar to how I am (or how I have once been) so I understand him and am able to write him very well. There are times when he asks me not to go through with my plans, but I rarely grant them to him. Yet I always promise him things will be alright in the end.

[dinellon]

☂☑

☂: Favorite kind of weather.

Two possibilities: either hot and sunny (like, 30 degrees celcius) or very, very windy. I really love wind. It makes me feel...alive and powerful. Oh! I also like thunderstorms!

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any)

Oh it is definitely Dínellon/Erestor (Lea's Erestor, mind you) because they are just perfect for each other.

[dinrosiel-of-rivendell]

((Discovered today that there is an OC in the fandom called Dínellon. Of course, they’re also called Dín for short. *feeling awkward*))

[dinellon]

//Nuu, no need to feel awkward, love! <3 I usually end up calling Dínellon Dín just because I'm lazy and can't be bothered to write his whole name out. IC he still prefers to hear his full name.

[noelfofimportance]

A Silent Servant (Cambron & Dínellon)

Cambron hadn’t talked a lot with the new one. 

To say the truth, nobody had talked a lot with the new one. He was a taciturn sort of person, that one, or maybe he was just shy. To say the truth, it was very likely that he was shy. But he had been here for two weeks now, and he still hadn’t opened his mouth at the dinner table even one time. Cambron would have suspected him to be mute if he didn’t at least answer Melthil’s questions with ‘yes’ once in a while (though he still just nodded more often than not).

His behavior wasn’t benefiting the atmosphere in the servant quarters. Even one unsociable person could disrupt the cozy air of mutual trust that was the basis of the easy way the people in the servant quarters treated each other. The consequence of such disruption could be anything from bad-talking behind other people’s backs to general mistrust and reserve when around the person in question. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if he had at least tried to talk with people - nobody could be blamed for just being plain bad at socializing. But Dínellon had just kept to himself far too much for Cambron’s taste.

For that reason, Cambron approached Dínellon after this morning’s scheduling meeting. He had been assigned the cleaning of the west wing, and he was supposed to gather six people to come and help him. “Dínellon!”, he called out when he was about six steps away from him, drawing all eyes towards them. “You will work with me today.” With those words, he turned around and called out to six other people, then he waved them with him out of the kitchen and up the stairs from the kitchen into the house.

[dinellon]

The first few weeks had gone exactly how Dínellon had planned. The workload was shared with many other staff members, but the work itself was fairly solitary, so he didn't have to talk to anyone all too often. Sure he had noticed that not many were too pleased that he rarely spoke a word at the dinner table, but thus far he had not let it bother him. He was here to work, not to make friends, and he hoped that other people would respect that. Besides, he was still far too afraid to try and talk to anyone. What if he'd end up blurting out what he had already found out?

Like for example that one of the maids was being courted by a guard? She clearly wished to keep it a secret and hadn't told none else except her best friend. They'd be a perfect match. The guard, Belthang was his name, was so much in love that it almost hurt to see him on duty when clearly all he wished was to be with his love. Dínellon had often heard and seen the maid sneak out by dawn just to meet him before he went to sleep after a night shift. Then she'd come to breakfast with a smile on her face and she'd just radiate with joy.

That morning had started like any other and he had stayed silent as the grave through breakfast. He was so lost in thought that when he heard his name called, it startled him. Hearing his words he nodded. Agreeing with his superior didn't require any words spoken. After that, he simply followed - still as silent as the grave.

[dinellon]

A Blast from the Past | Dínellon & Erestor

It had been a few weeks since Dínellon had started his trial - a bold move of him and definitely something he was not used to do in his new life. He had promised himself never to be anything more than a mere servant. Someone to whom no one would truly pay attention. Someone who could avoid all forms of friendship if he wished to do so. And most importantly someone who still could helped others, but who remained as incognito as possible.

Yet here he was, working as an assistant to an ellon of higher ranking - and he doubted he had ever been happier. Physically the work was slightly less demanding than the job he had as a servant. Oh how liberating it felt. It had been a real shock to him when he had started, just how straining the work of a servant could be. Yes, he probably would have gotten used to it in time, but truth to be told, in his small size he was not an ellon of great strength and his talents were far from physical.

Erestor could be a stern superior, but it was only because he knew what he wanted. Besides no matter how Dínellon looked at it, the counselor's way of controlling the growing chaos around him was never...oppressing. Truth to be told, the smaller ellon had grown quite fond of him. So fond, that once again he was trying to impress the other by working hard. He had told him countless times before not to carry too many books, but Dínellon thought that if he worked hard, it would only make the other one more pleased with his work.

Thus far he had never tripped before. But all it took was a slightly misplaced foot and the tower of books fell down on the floor with him with a loud noise. Oh no. Oh no no. Quickly, Dínellon began to pile the books up again. Luckily none of them seemed damaged in any way. It was then he saw it. A fallen book, which had opened on the very first page, where there lay a dedication: An Nínellon, melion nín. Gasping, Dínellon closed the book quickly, but kept looking at it. His father's writings. Here. In Imladris.

[dinellon]

VOICE

//All the love for you! 5/5. We have a Dín voice too! Now if I just knew what to do with all of these. (And hope that I don’t sound terrible. Though even if I do, it’ll all be in the name of fun!)

[dinellon]

Voiceeeeee *3*

//*jumping up and down, uuup and down* 4/5! <3 Happy sheep is happy!

[dinellon]

Voice!

//This makes it 3/10. And I am totally changing this to 5 now, because of reasons. So! 3/5. Two more to go!

[dinellon]

Voice. -songsofimladris (yes this counts as another)

//Of course it does, yes! 2/10. What do you mean I want to do this so bad?

[dinellon]

Voice~

//Eeeh! <3 I didn’t think I’d even get one voice here, since Dín hasn’t been that active lately, but ah! No words can describe how much I want to try and voice act him since I think my own voice suits him best. 1/10.