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[[ So just a little update for everyone, I want to apologize for disappearing… I’m having some family troubles at the moment. My aunt is in the hospital and I’ve been super stressed about it and haven’t felt much like writing. I’m sorry for this, but I promise I will try to get some drafts done as soon as I get a muse back. :/ ]]
*wants to rp with everyone*
*stares at one draft for three hours*
"Sauvage" / "Last March of the Ents" Model : Onodriim ”Earth shakesÂ
Stone breaksÂ
The forest [is] at [your] doorÂ
The dark sleep is brokenÂ
The woods have awoken
The trees have gone to war
Roots rend, wood bends
The Ents have answered the callÂ
Through branches now the wind sings
Feel the power of living things
The trees have gone to war”
(C) Ysambre Fauntography 2014
home is behind, the world ahead.
Am I the only one, when roleplaying, that has this slight paranoia thinking that the person might not like roleplaying with me or might be annoyed with me
starafire13:
You are not alone.
All the time.
We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both be content. But it is foreboded that that will only be when we have both lost all that we now have.
Treebeard telling the tale of the Entwives
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
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once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. you have to tag the person who tagged you.
tagged by: thetenthofthatname​
• WHAT WAS YOUR: last beverage: ginseng tea last phone call: My mother, just to say hi last text message: my girlfriend, Vivi, telling her I was on the way home from work last song you listened to: Never Turn Back by Crush 40 last time you cried: Wednesday. I was sick and feeling like crap.
• HAVE YOU EVER: dated someone twice: No 
been cheated on: No kissed someone and regretted it: Nope been depressed: Yes. been drunk and threw up: Nope
• LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Seafoam green, pale blue, purple
• LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU: made a new friend: Yes fallen out of love: No laughed until you cried: Regularly while talking with my friend Dasuun XD met someone who changed you: Yes found out who your true friends are: Sort of found out someone was talking about you: Haha, yup.
• GENERAL: How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: All. I don't add people I don't know XD
• FIRSTS: first surgery: Pretty sure it was in 2011. I was in a car accident and had to have surgery on my hip. first piercing: Ears, 2013 first best friend: Her name is Sarah first sport you joined: Like a team? Umm... does swimming lessons count? first vacation: 1997, road trip with my grandparents. first pair of trainers: Don't remember
• RIGHT NOW: eating: Toast. drinking: N/a i’m about to: Finish my drafts (maybe;; XD) waiting for: The new season of Game of Throned :D
• YOUR FUTURE: want kids: Maybe get married: Maybe.. career: I would love to become an established novelist. I don't see it happening though;;
• WHICH IS BETTER: lips or eyes: eyes. hugs or kisses: depends on who it's from ;) shorter or taller: No preference :D (though my gf is shorter XP) older or younger: No preference (gf is same age XD) romantic or spontaneous: Both nice stomach or nice arms: Arms sensitive or loud: Both hook-up or relationship: Relationship trouble maker or hesitant: Trouble maker, I guess. XD
• HAVE YOU EVER: kissed a stranger: No drank hard liquor: No sex on first date: .Nope broke someone’s heart: Yes arrested: No turned someone down: Yes cried when someone died: Yes fallen for a friend: Oh yes :) Vivi and I have been best friends for the better part of 15 years XD
•DO YOU BELIEVE IN: yourself: Depends on the situation miracles: Yes santa claus: No kiss on the first date: Depends. angels: Yes Tag: Hmm let's see... commanderoflegions, alionunderthemountain, roacsonofcarc, keeperofmirkwood, spidersxbane and anyone else who wants to XP
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A forest. Well, this was no unknown thing to her as trees or grass she had beheld before. Though, this forest seemed darker, unlike the woods of Valinor. There silver and golden had been the trees and sweet the song of birds. But in this strange place no merriment was. LĂriel had even tripped over a thick root, which had caused her to mutter some words not quite proper for a lady.
The cape was tightly wrapped around her body as though it had brought her a certain safety. Her father had told her of some odd creatures, even dark, when she had been a child. She had been frightened, though when she had been beneath her blanket such things had been powerless to reach her. Almost the same was with the cape. Yet this time she knew well that a thin layer of raiment would not keep her safe from any perils. Warriors brave had perished while wearing their armours. LĂriel could not even wield properly a knife, let alone to fight for herself. She was defenseless then.
Leaning against a tall tree, she sighed. Her feet had become weary and there was no certainty the light of Anar would touch her face again. Dread took over and she felt her knees melting under the weight of fear. Soon she found herself sitting on the ground and pointing her gaze to the bolt of leaves above her. So great was her despair that she wailed aloud before resting her head in her hands. What was there to be done? LĂriel laid herself on the ground. Perhaps sleep would have been a wiser choice than pondering upon her misery.
An unusual-looking tree, gnarled and ancient and with sparse branches, stirred somewhat at the sound penetrating the usually still wood. Treebeard opened his eyes, roused from his rest by some unfamiliar sound. It took him a few moments to realize it was the anguished cry of one of the other races. The bark of his face furrowed in thought, and he lowered his arms by his sides. Perhaps another lost soul wandering into the forest.Â
He began his typical slow, rhythmic march towards the sound. Friend or foe, he was going to investigate. He made his way through the brush, other trees bending their bows out of his way to allow him passage. The sound had stopped, but that did not deter the Ent, and before long, he found the source.
Sitting beneathe a tree was an elf maiden, laid in a heap on the ground. Treebeard knew that Elves lay down to sleep, but still it seemed an odd thing, and in an odd place. Perhaps she was injured? Times were that the only interaction he had with other races was the Elves, but in recent years, they rarely ventured into Fangorn, and instead most of what he encountered were Men, Dwarves or Orcs.Â
"Hrruum..."
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"Treebeard." She repeated after him, giving a nod of understanding. The Ent’s peaceful demeanor let her relax and enjoy his company for the time being. After all, there was little to fear while he was around, for she doubted there were few who would dare grapple with a creature like him.
"I’m called Ash. Not nearly as noble-sounding as Treebeard, but I’ve been told it fits me well."
"Noble?" The Ent chuckled at that. "I do not know about that." He smiled. "It suits you indeed, little one. Not so well as a name in my tongue, but then, your people do not take so very long to speak as mine do." Treebeard knew not how many hours or days it would take to tell his own name in Old Entish, but it would be far longer than any but an Ent would care to listen to in one standing.
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Azog snorted. He had heard that one before- usually from the same people who told him that the raids and attacks on his own people were not justification for his attacks on theirs. It appeared that Ents were no less hypocrites than the rest of the so-called Free Peoples.
"I’ve never heard of you. I’ve certainly never fought one of you. I would remember that. Not often the trees attack."
"My kind are the forests," the Ent replied. "Every tree ever cut down or burned is one of my own." It often pained the treeherder, how few trees were left to this world. He and the rest of his kin had been put here to protect the trees, prevent the other races from destroying them, and thus far, they had failed rather spectacularly. Perhaps it was that guilt, in his failure to carry out his purpose that drove him to anger so very often.
Still, he could tell by the Orc's demeanor that he thought he was being judged too quickly. And so, not without suspicion, Treebeard let his predisposition towards Orcs go. At least for the moment.Â
"Perhaps I acted with haste," he admitted. "But often when I do not,I am too late."
*stares at* "A-are ye an Ent" The little orc asked curiously, hoping she wasn't imagining seeing a tree move and then trying to strike a conversation with it
Treebeard furrowed his brow suspiciously, surveying the Orc. She was young yet, from the looks of her. Still curious and not yet hardened like the rest of her kind.
"Yes," he answered. "And who are you?"
Viola squealed and backed away, she hadn’t actually expected to get an answer, only thinking Ents were a thing of legend “E-eh.. M-me.. I’m Viola.” She squeaked looking up at him with pure amazement “Y-yer a real Ent! Yer real, not just a story, yer real!”
"Tooom, of course I am real," the Ent boomed. He continued to watch the young orc for a time. She didn't seem to mean him or his kin any harm. "Viola," he repeated. "You are an unusual little orc."
