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I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

#psa

💃 Our muses go ice-skating!

“Erestor, wait for me!” Mikhail stood precariously at the edge of the pond, a frown between his brows as he toed the ice uncertainly.

“Come on, Mikhail!” Gliding effortless back over to his husband, the elf held out a gloved hand. “It’s not so hard. I’ll show you.”

The southerner–entirely unused to the concept of an entire pond freezing over–was hesitant to go out on the ice, and wobbly in his bladed shoes. He clutched tight at Erestor’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled slightly, but only concerned with standing, not moving himself forward.

“It’s alright, Mikhail. Just relax - and push forward with one foot, without lifting it. Slide.” Erestor pushed forward, pulling his husband with him. “Go on!”

With great reservation, the half elf looked to his feet, very slowly shifting his weight to one bent leg and picking the other up, scooting forward less than a hands width before setting the foot down and slowly shifting to the other side to repeat. Disliking this, he kept both feet down and slid his feet forward and back parallel to one another, making minute progress across the ice.

Erestor laughed, gracefully gliding over the ice. “You’re doing fine, love!” he encouraged, hoping his husband would start to enjoy himself a bit more, even if he was a little anxious. “It’s perfectly safe.”

Taken

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Staring at his husband, Mikhail used his familiarity to calm the racing of his heart, and to assure himself that this was reality and not the nightmare he’d had. Clutching the elf’s hand, he noticed the bandages, bringing it weakly to his lips.

“I love you. I love you..” The half elf repeated, holding the small hand to his cheek, a tear of gratitude for his home and for safety dampening the white bandage.

“I love you too.” Erestor did nothing to hold back his own tears, so relived to see his beloved husband well that he threw his arms over his chest (although he was careful of his wounds) and lay his head on Mikhail’s chest, sobbing softly into the covers. They were safe. They were home.

“I am so sorry, my love. I tried to protect you.”

“No…please, no…don’t do that…” Mikhail pleaded weakly, trying to wipe Erestor’s cheeks of tears. His sobs broke the half elf’s heart, after all that they’d been through to see him finally crack his strong demeanor so valiantly kept through this last two days. “We’re ok. I’m ok.” He soothed, hugging Erestor as best as he could.

“Oh, Mikhail….” His sobs lessened to quiet sniffling, but he kept his face to Mikhail’s chest. It was comforting. “I know. I know.” He could not thank Elrond and Glorfindel enough - he would have been able to get his husband home safely without them. “I was so worried. Glorfindel sent me back - I had no idea where you were.”

Mikhail would never say, but in those moments after Erestor was in the care of his people, once he’d experienced relief for his husband’s safety, he’d allowed himself to despair, fearing for what would happen to him. Things were blurry form his fever, muddled in memory, but the relief of being here at home, safe and with Erestor safe in his arms; that relief was priceless.

“I owe him as well…for making sure you left. I was afraid you wouldn’t” He smiled wearily, tucking dark hair tenderly behind the elf’s pointed eartip.

“I didn’t want to go. It was so terrible, waiting here. Not knowing what was going on.” he sighed softly, tired, but not wanting to leave his husband’s side so soon. “Elrond treated my hand - I broke some bones in it, or something. But he says it will be as good as new soon enough.”

“You can’t damage your hands on my account!” Mikhail chuckled softly, remembering the tussle. “So fiesty…they never suspected.” He could tell his eyelids were getting heavy again, blinking slowly, each time harder than the last. “Will you stay with me?” He mumbled, watching Erestor sleepily.

#where are you going so late in returning? (queue)#mikhailvalhidris #taken

“I couldn’t just live you there, no matter how scared I was.” he sat up, brushing his fingers through Mikhail’s hair. “Budge over a little. I’ll squeeze up next to you, if you like.”

I thinking about remaking this blog and starting fresh with Erestor? I think it would help with my muse. But should I make a whole new blog or a side blog?

#ooc #opinions please?

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“Brother, you know, it’s a long road we’ve been walking on,” “But sister you know I’m so weary, and you know, sister my heart’s been broken. Sometimes… sometimes… my mind is too strong to carry on. Too strong to carry on”

Turin Turambar, Master of Doom and Nienor Niniel, the Tear Maiden

#promo

"Mikhail! I have wonderful news - Elrond has given me permission go and visit your family!"

“WHAT!” Mikhail’s cry came muffled from beyond a heavy bookcase, and he appeared in a flutter of dropped paper and tomes, aghast.

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“You couldn’t intrude..” Mikhail murmured, letting Erestor’s hands fall away from his own. He was so pleased to be here and to see his mother; to have his husband here too was the best thing his heart could have hoped for. Already he was reorganizing the list of things he promised to do with the elf, trying to make the best trip for him and show him everything wonderful the south had to offer. For now, though, they both needed rest.

Mikhail undressed and used the heated water to take a bath, lingering enough to soak away the road, but not long enough that Erestor had no chance to bathe. He dried himself off once clean and fresh, leading the elf to the warm bath and taking up a brush to smooth through his long, dark hair as he very much liked to do for him.

While Mikhail bathed, Erestor undressed, slipping on a simple robe to wear as he waited. Then, he turned to organising their things, putting their clothes neatly away in the drawers and laying out some to sleep in for them both.

Chuckling, he allowed his husband to drag him away to bathe, discarding the robe and settling gracefully into the warm water. There was nothing he loved more than Mikhail’s hands in his hair - it was relaxing, and honestly, Erestor was rather vain about his hair (among many other things) so it was good to know it was well looked after.

Pleased the gesture seemed to relax Erestor, he tucked a towel under his husband’s neck so he could recline slightly and let his hair hang out of the water to be brushed while he soaked and cleaned himself. He stroked fingers through to take out any tangles, and then used the hair brush to smooth scalp to ends. It was a comfort to them both, he felt, to have this familiar process even somewhere so far from their home.

Mikhail let the silence be for a while, enjoying the sounds of the quiet home and the distant ocean. The salt in the air made him shiver in anticipation, familiar and comforting to him as his mother’s arms. He knew it would be well to rejuvenate himself with his homeland in this time he had, and to introduce Erestor to it’s beauty. All this, he mused while letting his husband choose how long they sat together here.

After awhile, Erestor shifted, moving to sit up and get out. As much as he loved relaxing the bath, it wouldn’t do to fall asleep inside it. “Could you pass me a towel, meleth?” he stepped out of the water, careful not to splash too much over the floor.

He was anxious for it to be morning - he knew his husband had so much to show him, and he was excited to see it all.

"You need to lie down."

Glorfindel continued struggling to stay on his feet. He was so tired, and somewhere, he knew that Erestor was correct, but he also knew that laying down would lead to sleeping, which would lead to nightmares. “No! I’m fine Erestor, I have far too much to do to lay down now. Perhaps when I am done,” he protested, voice dripping with exhaustion.

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There was pity in Erestor’s eyes, yes, but concern too. Was it so wrong for him to feel sorrow for Glorfindel? The poor elf had suffered so much. “Are you alright, mellon?” he adjusted the covers, hoping to his friend more comfortable. “Do you want anything? Water? Someone to talk to?”

A shuddering breath left Glorfindel as he covered his eyes, not answering immediately. Instead he let the presence of his friend by his side comfort his shaken words. “Thank you for waking me,” he whispered after several moments had passed. After another, he moved his hand to look at Erestor with haunted eyes. “Elrond believes that now most of my…more pleasant memories have returned, now the less pleasant ones are trying to come to the surface. Since I don’t want to remember them as much, they are coming through my dreams. It is why I have not been sleeping well. They are terrible, Erestor.”

“Oh, Glorfindel,” he reached out, squeezing the other elf’s hand. Terrible things had happened in those years - Erestor still dreamt of them, occasionally. But it must have been so much worse for Glorfindel - while Erestor’s skills had kept him away from the violence, for the most part, Glorfindel’s had led him into the thick of it.

“I know they are, mellon nin. But you are strong. They will pass. Trust me.”

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“Erestor!” Glorfindel exclaimed, turning bright red as he dropped the towel from drying his hair to cover his more intimate areas. "Don’t you knock?”

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Erestor reached out, one small hand on Glorfindel’s arm. “It’s alright, Glorfindel. I understand. I know how painful it is to be estranged from family, especially when it is supposed to be for your own good. Knowing that does not make it hurt less.” he offered Glorfindel a small smile. “But it does not do to dwell on unhappy memories and wistful thoughts. You may have to hide it, but you are family still. Would do any harm to be close with her again? It has been a long time. Many elves here are too young to know.”

“Family is a bittersweet concept,” Glorfindel returned, bitterness filling his voice as he lifted a hand to cover Erestor’s on his arm. His friend was truly offering him more comfort than he knew, but these hurts went all the way to the core of his being. It took him a long moment to push away the bitterness and pain in order to actually pay attention to the words Erestor had spoken. “Perhaps you are right. It has been a long time, an entire lifetime really,” he said softly, gaze falling to the floor. “But old habits die hard, Erestor. I have denied my lineage for a very long time. I get enough attention for being the Lord of the Golden Flower and the Balrog Slayer, I don’t need anymore from being Finarfin’s grandson. Then I would never get anything done!”

“You are over thinking it. You are a distant relation, truly, the son of a lesser-known son. Galadriel’s fame does not draw from who her father is - and news will travel slowly. It is not as if there have not been rumours - many scholars had suggested your heritage to be Arafinwean, if not Vanyarin.”