son of the stars

“Warriors should suffer their pain silently.” Son of Eärendil and Elwing Husband of Celebrían Father to her children; Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen Undómiel Warrior Healer Scholar Independent rp blog for Elrond, Lord of Imladris book-based, semi-selective semi-hiatus

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                  ►   Netflix                   what does their Netflix queue look like? if Netflix has all the TV & Movies!

                  ♪    Playlist                     random five songs from their favourites playlist. 

                  👏   Dream                       what is their aspiration?

                   👓   Education                       top 3 subjects, worst 3 subject. what was their ‘clique stereotype’?

                  ♚   Resume                       what is their occupational history?

                  ☒   Criminal Record                     do they have one? what did they do? their mugshot.

                  ☺   Online Profile                       top five sites, example tweet, what would their tumblr be like?

                  ✞    Beliefs                       what is their religion, political leaning & what would they advocate for?

                  🎧   Gaming                      top 3 games, favourite game genre. are they any good?

                  ✎   Books                       their five favourite books. what type of story do they like?

                  ✈   Travel                    good driver? how do they get to work? been abroad?

                  ✿   Home                       what does their home look like; and their bedroom?

                  ☕   Coffee Shop                       what would they order from a coffee shop or cafe?

                  웃   Wardrobe                       what is their style label? 5 examples of their clothing.

[perplexingly]

meanwhile Elros is 1000% done with elves

[earendilion]

|| it’s been six months since I lasted posted on here oops hello ||

[rivendelltoerebor]

Elrond/Thranduil –in Rivendell 2 by royacc

[wnq-writers]

I am letting you go. Slowly but surely I am, and as I let you go, I am healing too. The void that was created when you left no longer screams out in the abyss demanding to be hurt and noticed. It now merely exists and is nothing but a gaping hole, quietly hoping for your return to fill it.

insurmountablewaves (via wnq-writers)

[nerdxnel-blog]

super late announcement considering how inactive I’ve been buuut I’m going to be leaving the rp community indefinitely on all my accounts. These are;

celebhir (Celeborn)

celebhiril (Celebrian)

earendilion (Elrond)

nerdxnel (Nerdanel)

sarrati (very very new Rumil of Tirion sideblog to Nerdanel)

I still rp on Skype as these muses so if anyone would like to get me there please let me know! But as far as Tumblr goes, I won’t be around for… well, like I said, indefinitely. This is mostly down to my deteriorating mental health stopping my ability to write here and well it just means that regardless of how other people react to me here I will always feel very down. 

I’ve been in the community for two years now and seen people come and go and so many talented writers and just… thank you. To anyone and everyone I’ve written with, thank you. 

Like I said, anyone still wanting to write with me can hit me up on my skype just ask!

[ewoksarecute-deactivated2024072]

Celebrían was an Elf-lady of Lothlórien, the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel. As the wife of Elrond, she was also known as Lady of Rivendell.

[halcydn-deactivated20151101]

The Two Towers + Mountains

[fyeahhalfelves]

Elrond + TV tropes

[earendilion]

underoakandbeech replied to your post “shxrp-shxt replied to your post: underoakandbeech asked:”I want to… I...”

[ *laughs with salad* ]

[underoakandbeech-archive]

"If I had known that you were going to decide to fight with such liberties, as you call them, the battle would have been over before it began. I would have had you on you back within a minute. But I suppose it goes to show you that the only way you could defeat me was by taking those liberties and not fairly." As indifferent as he looks, there is a certain mirthful twinkle in his eyes, betraying his true intentions. He hides a smile behind the rim of his glass.

[earendilion]

“Do you often think of me on my back, aran nin?” Elrond can see the smile behind Thranduil’s glass, not quite a smirk yet not quite innocent, either. Whether he means to be or not, the Lord of Imladris finds the king quite a frustrating tease at times. “I could not defeat you using traditional methods, I admit that freely - but in battle I have found techniques of an unorthodox nature to be quite effective. And of course, in the case of you, aran nin, unorthodoxy was equally so.”

[starofradiance]

The sound of his herald’s voice was his favorite poem. He could lose himself within the comforting, soothing tones, and for a moment Gil-galad almost did forget himself; he stared into Elrond’s eyes with his own half-lidded ones, exhaustion etched into his face by the way of wrinkles and fine lines from worry. He took his time responding, taking deep breathes and gently squeezing Elrond’s hand against his warm palm and thigh. Finally, he sighed. “You flatter me,” his voice was heavy with wine and fatigue. “I would not be half the King I am if I did not have you by my side.” When his herald let go of his hand, Gil-galad felt the cool air touch the place on his palm that was once warm with the heat between their touch. He frowned, but allowed Elrond to remove the wine from his hands, grateful that he was there to stop him from drowning in slow motion. One side of the King’s lips turned upward in a weak smile at Elrond’s banter, though he said nothing in return. Alcohol or no, Gil-galad knew rising again to face another exhausting day would be difficult no matter what he indulged in the night before. Again, their was silence in the study, and Gil-galad remained relaxed against the cushions of his couch, crown skewed, braids tangled, and robes in utter disarray. He mimicked his companion, exhausted silver eyes peaking out from between heavy lids like two bright moons eclipsed by dilated pupils. The King was content to stare upon the fair face of his herald, but his contentment was cut short by the mention of Oropher and the formalities of meetings and duty. Gil-galad groaned. “Must we, Elrond?” His voice was half-begging, and he leaned forward, pressing his face into his hands. “No, I am not prepared. I am tired and I do not wish to speak of Oropher of all people.” He huffed and made an unkingly sound into his hands. “Save me, herald of mine.”

[earendilion]

“Hush, my king.”

Elrond chuckled as Ereinion buried his face in his hands, and Elrond moved closer to stroke his hair and gently pull his head up. His hands cupped the king’s cheeks and he smiled pitifully at his despair. “Yes, we must,” he murmured. “Oropher is a good man and a good king to his people. We need only let him speak his piece, and he shall listen to ours in return. You must remember not to interrupt him.”

Ereinion’s circlet was askew. Elrond reached up to take it off, untangling dark strands from it and he set it on the table next to their goblets, before carefully setting his hair right. He loved to touch the king’s hair. It was soft and sleek and always clean. Elrond wondered what it would feel like to bury his face in it. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind. 

“There,” he murmured at last, stroking a final strand behind the king’s pointed ear. “All better.” There was a long pause then. Without even realising it, Elrond had shifted all the closer to his king and their knees touched and he found himself leaning towards him. His eyes were drawn to his lips, oh! those lips. How would it feel to kiss them? He closed his eyes, and sat up straight. His inappropriate desire for the king was beginning to grow out of hand. This was no way for a herald to act. 

“I have papers ready for the meeting. You need not say much, if you do not wish to. I am well prepared, my lord. But I must insist you at least attend the meeting.” He gave the king a tender smile, and gently squeezed his hand.

[dalpuri]

favourite characters + personality tests: Elrond (The Lord of the Rings)

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[earendilion]

shxrp-shxt replied to your post: underoakandbeech asked:"I want to...

I don’t mean to butt in…but this broke my heart. Just sayin’ -goes sobs in a corner;

it’s okay legolasy your dad has a happy life w/ your mother and elrond has a happy life w/ celebrian it’s okay hearts need to break on the way to a happy ending hush little leaf all is well c:

[lokidlaufeyson]

                                                  I will let you go if you but return                                                                 what is mine

[earendilion]

"I want to marry you"

“You need to ease up on the wine!”

Elrond laughed and pulled the goblet from Thranduil’s long fingers, setting it down on the table in front of them. He pulled the Sinda closer and caught his lips in a deep kiss. “You do not want to marry me. You want to bed me.”

Chuckling again, he tried to ignore the pain in his chest. Thranduil was dear to him. They were close friends, and worked well together between the sheets, too. Were they in love? Perhaps, ultimately, that was all that being in love was. Yet even if it was what both of them truly wanted, it was not possible. Thranduil’s father would have his son wed a lady and produce an heir. With no father of his own, Elrond had the freedom to wed whomever he wished to - so long as their families would permit it. Oropher would never entertain such a ludicrous idea. It was unlikely Thranduil even meant it. 

And so it was easier just to chuckle, and pretend Thranduil was merely drunk.

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