I fear to stain you with my bloody hands

A tolkien rp blog for Elured from the works of Tolkien 💫 ✨ twin of @elurinlost ✨ Follows from bouncingbeleg

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar @elurinlost

"All right. Sit down you two. We need to go over something."

Elured rolls out the chalkboard. "This is very important. This

is bad. A monster! Got it?"

[elurinlost]

@lumecalar @eluredlost

Elurín looks at the chalkboard and then to his brother, with a worried expression. He does not want to disagree with Elurín, but he cannot deny that Maedhros had made him quite the scrumptious breakfast that morning that conflicted with the monster label....

[lumecalar]

Elwing stared at the chalkboard discerningly, their round silver eyes peering at the face. It was hard to tell with just chalk who Eluréd was drawing, and they stood, walking to the board and hopping onto a stone to be able to reach. “If that’s Maedhros,” they said, smudging the chalk with their chubby finger, “you should draw the bugs he caught with me last week in his hand! We got patter-pillers. And rollies.”

[eluredlost]

Eluréd could see the doubt on his brother's face. This was the problem. That creep does a couple nice things and they forgive him?

And now his sister is smudging his hard work!! He stared up, tamping down his annoyance. They're just kids after all.

"His fists are closed," he pointed to where he'd drawn them, "he's crushing the bugs because he's evil. He'll play with you and he'll cook for you until you get in his way. Remember that."

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar @elurinlost

"All right. Sit down you two. We need to go over something."

Elured rolls out the chalkboard. "This is very important. This

is bad. A monster! Got it?"

[eluredlost]

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands. (Wards of Maedhros when they're older? @elurinlost )

Elured exhaled shakily through his nose, jaw clenched. He kept his gaze focus on a training pitch dummy slanting haphazardly to one side over his brother's shoulder. 

"I'm sorry." He didn't like his brother having to see blood. But he couldn't bare to let another tend his wounds either. 

[eluredlost]

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs. (from elwing @lumecalar )

"I can hold it myself, you know?" Elured smiled at his baby sister. The cold helped dull the ache but could do nothing against the dusting of a bruise across one cheek. 

"Promise me this won't scare you from riding, yeah?" Mama said every rider fell of at least once, so maybe this spill had been a good thing. He'd been shaking after picking himself up, but he wouldn't let Elwing see that. Not ever. How could she or Elurin count on him otherwise? 

[eluredlost]

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh. (Mabs)

Though young Elured remained stoic and calm as Mablung worked. He held perfectly still except his thumb, scratching and scratching at the side of his curled finger. "It's... very tight." He did not understand what Mablung was doing only that he would look after him. His blood at earned him that at least. "My father did not mention you were also a medic." 

[raesource]

injury / injured prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.

[eluredlost]

There is no card, and not even the gift giver himself is there. Just a box. Some small candies, light and spongy, and a strange wooden cylinder. The circular pieces on it roll with a pleasant sound, each one a different color of wood.

Elured's pulse quickened with a spike of fear to see the plain box. He knew who'd left it here. And he also knew that nothing the box contained should frighten him, but he couldn't help it. When he thought of Maedhros he was equal parts monster and savior. Shaking off such thoughts he opened the lid. His shoulders relaxed and he plucked up a candy. Had Maedhros made them? He'd have been surprised in the beginning to learn such a thing, but now it seemed the most likely answer.

He inspected the cylinder next. Taking it and the candies to a chair by the fire. And there he sat twisting and tipping the cylinder as the flames ate away each fresh log he placed in the grate, and little by little Elured relaxed. More than he had in a long time. His thoughts were quiet, the silent sound of beads within and the crackling fire his only company.

[eluredlost]

“Happy Christmas, big brother!” Elwing had in her hand a fist full of pebbles— almost luminous, but clearly still river stones that the little girl had found throughout the year and saved for Eluréd. “Jewels!”

"For me?" Elured knelt examining and gently prodding at the stones. It was a sweet thought, but he was much too grown up to think they were anything but ordinary river rocks. "I love them," he said with a kiss to her cheek. "Why don't we keep them on the windowsill in the hall between our rooms, then we can both look at them."

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar elwing offers her big brother elured an egg. it is little and it is partly crushed and kind of sticky but she looks very proud.

"Are you hungry?" If that's what she's after he could probably cook that up out here. Just needed to find a good rock. Some twigs. "I'll make us a fire, just don't let the egg spill anymore, all right?"

[lumecalar]

Elwing squinted. She had really only thought the egg was very interesting and somewhat gross, which meant it was a phenomenal thing to show Eluréd. “Eat this?” she said, holding the egg very steady in both hands. Surely these were not the same as the eggs in their mother and father’s kitchen! “Okay. Not spilling.”

[eluredlost]

"You don't want to eat it?" he asked, already a small collection of twigs and sticks and dry leaves in his arms. "What else are you going to do with it? It's an egg." And he's supposed to take care of his little sister so he will. Just a little spark from the flint and they'd be all set.

[lumecalar]

“It’s eatable?” Elwing’s little nose wrinkled. “I think it turns into a baby bird. Peep peep peep!” They had seen a nest under the eaves of a few trees before and she had been thrilled by them. But Eluréd seemed all too happy to cook it. “Okay. We eat it. Sorry, baby bird.”

[eluredlost]

Eluréd laughed at Elwing's peeping. He hadn't been sure about having another sibling but he'd fallen in love the second his parents placed her into his arms, even though she'd been so wiggly. 

"Sorry, baby bird," he echoed. He hadn't seen any feathers in there, just sticky egg. "I'm gonna get some bigger branches to make it hotter. Don't," he pointed sternly, "run off." 

[lumecalar]

Well, rats. If Eluréd said not to run off that took away much of the fun. It was not Elwing’s fault that her very best adventures were solo affairs! Perhaps she was too little for some of the things her brothers did but she loved to run amock.

“I have to not spill egg,” she said with a concentrating little frown at it again. “No running. Just egg.” So Elwing stood there, frozen in place, balancing her egg. The temptation to run off got stronger at every passing second.

[eluredlost]

Eluréd walked these woods with mama and papa plenty of times, they'd shown him what fallen branches would burn long and hot, how to start a fire, where to find food. They taught him and Elurín both, but he felt the responsibility like a weight upon his shoulders. He needed to know these things most because he was the eldest.

Firewood and a few acorns in hand he trekked back to where he'd left his sister. If his hands weren't full he'd be crossing his fingers. Please still be there. Please still be there.

[eluredlost]

🍳 Sharing his eggs with Eluréd because Eluréd won't eat the food Maedhros gave him but he has seen Elurín eat from his own plate and not die! ( @elurinlost )

Elured just stared out the window, heaving a great sigh. He wasn't afraid of Maedhros, not really. It wasn't like he was going to hurt them. Otherwise he'd never let Elurin get so close with him. But Elured didn't have to like him.

"Hm?" He looked down at the plate bumping his arm then mustered up a smile for his brother. "I'm not hungry. You eat up."

[elurinlost]

Elurín frowned, persisting as he bumped the plate into his brother yet again. He had not seen Eluréd eat for at least a day, and he was greatly concerned for his brothers wellbeing. Though he spoke very rarely since that fateful day, Elurín managed to force out a quiet yet insistent "please" as he held out his own fork.

@eluredlost

[eluredlost]

Elured blinked several times at hearing his brother's voice. Sometimes he called out in his sleep but usually he stayed quiet during the days. This sound alone made his chest tighten. Would he someday hear his brother laugh again, he wondered.

He felt tears warm his eyes, doing his best to keep composed. "Fine." He took one bite. "Now you eat. Go on. I'm fine."

[elurinlost]

Though he would rather Eluréd eat a full meal, Elurín was happy to see at least a little food enter his twin and relented... for now. Taking back his fork, he contentedly finished up the plate of eggs and then took Eluréd's untouched plate, eating a mouthful and then sliding the plate towards his brother with a meaningful look.

"I ate."

It seemed to take some effort to speak aloud these days, and his voice was quiet and raspy from lack of use. Still, it was important to him that his brother got the right nutrition. It would also be nice for Maedhros to feel he was taking good care of them, wouldn't it? Ada and Emig had always been so happy when he and Eluréd ate their food, and Elwing, too...

He missed them so much.

He sniffed, wiping away tears of his own, unconsciously opening his thoughts up to his brother as he did so.

@eluredlost

[eluredlost]

So they'd be even then. 

Stars, Elurín's voice. How could this have happened to them, how did all of this come to pass? They had been so safe and wrapped in hugs only a short time ago and now this....

Eluréd picked up his fork staring down at the food. For Elurín he'd try, he wanted to try. 

But he knew Maedhros had made the eggs, he'd made everything brought to the two of them so far, hadn't he? To eat food prepared by the same hands who'd killed his father's family, who let his own brothers run unchecked, slaughtering any they wished.  

Rage and nausea rose. He couldn't do it. He couldn't eat this. The fork clattered from his hand. But when he looked up Elurín was crying. 

"No, no shh, it's all right." He felt it all, the same heartache lived in his brother. His softhearted, kind brother. Gently he dabbed his sleeve against Elurín's tears. "I'll eat. I promise. I just don't feel like eggs right now. That's all." 

Emotion shook through him, he didn't know if it came from him or his twin, but he couldn't fall apart when Elurín needed him. "I want blackberries, will you come with me to pick them? There's some by the wall, the birds don't come close so there should be plenty." 

He held out his hand for his brother. 

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar elwing offers her big brother elured an egg. it is little and it is partly crushed and kind of sticky but she looks very proud.

"Are you hungry?" If that's what she's after he could probably cook that up out here. Just needed to find a good rock. Some twigs. "I'll make us a fire, just don't let the egg spill anymore, all right?"

[lumecalar]

Elwing squinted. She had really only thought the egg was very interesting and somewhat gross, which meant it was a phenomenal thing to show Eluréd. “Eat this?” she said, holding the egg very steady in both hands. Surely these were not the same as the eggs in their mother and father’s kitchen! “Okay. Not spilling.”

[eluredlost]

"You don't want to eat it?" he asked, already a small collection of twigs and sticks and dry leaves in his arms. "What else are you going to do with it? It's an egg." And he's supposed to take care of his little sister so he will. Just a little spark from the flint and they'd be all set.

[lumecalar]

“It’s eatable?” Elwing’s little nose wrinkled. “I think it turns into a baby bird. Peep peep peep!” They had seen a nest under the eaves of a few trees before and she had been thrilled by them. But Eluréd seemed all too happy to cook it. “Okay. We eat it. Sorry, baby bird.”

[eluredlost]

Eluréd laughed at Elwing's peeping. He hadn't been sure about having another sibling but he'd fallen in love the second his parents placed her into his arms, even though she'd been so wiggly. 

"Sorry, baby bird," he echoed. He hadn't seen any feathers in there, just sticky egg. "I'm gonna get some bigger branches to make it hotter. Don't," he pointed sternly, "run off." 

[eluredlost]

🍳 Sharing his eggs with Eluréd because Eluréd won't eat the food Maedhros gave him but he has seen Elurín eat from his own plate and not die! ( @elurinlost )

Elured just stared out the window, heaving a great sigh. He wasn't afraid of Maedhros, not really. It wasn't like he was going to hurt them. Otherwise he'd never let Elurin get so close with him. But Elured didn't have to like him.

"Hm?" He looked down at the plate bumping his arm then mustered up a smile for his brother. "I'm not hungry. You eat up."

[elurinlost]

Elurín frowned, persisting as he bumped the plate into his brother yet again. He had not seen Eluréd eat for at least a day, and he was greatly concerned for his brothers wellbeing. Though he spoke very rarely since that fateful day, Elurín managed to force out a quiet yet insistent "please" as he held out his own fork.

@eluredlost

[eluredlost]

Elured blinked several times at hearing his brother's voice. Sometimes he called out in his sleep but usually he stayed quiet during the days. This sound alone made his chest tighten. Would he someday hear his brother laugh again, he wondered.

He felt tears warm his eyes, doing his best to keep composed. "Fine." He took one bite. "Now you eat. Go on. I'm fine."

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar elwing offers her big brother elured an egg. it is little and it is partly crushed and kind of sticky but she looks very proud.

"Are you hungry?" If that's what she's after he could probably cook that up out here. Just needed to find a good rock. Some twigs. "I'll make us a fire, just don't let the egg spill anymore, all right?"

[lumecalar]

Elwing squinted. She had really only thought the egg was very interesting and somewhat gross, which meant it was a phenomenal thing to show Eluréd. “Eat this?” she said, holding the egg very steady in both hands. Surely these were not the same as the eggs in their mother and father’s kitchen! “Okay. Not spilling.”

[eluredlost]

"You don't want to eat it?" he asked, already a small collection of twigs and sticks and dry leaves in his arms. "What else are you going to do with it? It's an egg." And he's supposed to take care of his little sister so he will. Just a little spark from the flint and they'd be all set.

[eluredlost]

🍳 Sharing his eggs with Eluréd because Eluréd won't eat the food Maedhros gave him but he has seen Elurín eat from his own plate and not die! ( @elurinlost )

Elured just stared out the window, heaving a great sigh. He wasn't afraid of Maedhros, not really. It wasn't like he was going to hurt them. Otherwise he'd never let Elurin get so close with him. But Elured didn't have to like him.

"Hm?" He looked down at the plate bumping his arm then mustered up a smile for his brother. "I'm not hungry. You eat up."

[eluredlost]

@lumecalar elwing offers her big brother elured an egg. it is little and it is partly crushed and kind of sticky but she looks very proud.

"Are you hungry?" If that's what she's after he could probably cook that up out here. Just needed to find a good rock. Some twigs. "I'll make us a fire, just don't let the egg spill anymore, all right?"

[eluredlost]

Some of the children in the yard had pushed Elured down, with his pale hair he stood out among the Noldor making him an easy target to find. He tasted blood, their blows a dull ache, he had felt worse pain than this. They seemed at a loss for what to do now that they had gotten him down. Before they could figure it out Elured kicked out, grabbing and yanking, scrambling to his feet. 

They gave chase of course, now it had become a matter of revenge. But Elured had grown swift in the forest, they did not leap as he did. Feet bare over the cobblestones and through the halls of the keep. Their voices faded as he pounded up the stairwell, but still they hunted him. 

He paused only a second before the thick oak door before quietly slipping inside. Brushing a hand under his nose left a smear of blood across his knuckles. He listened at the door, catching his breath. 

They would not follow him into the lair of a Monster. 

@gezelligheiid

[gezelligheiid]

Elured looks up as Maedhros enters the training pitch. Another year. He lived through another year. And yet still, so many die. Elured glared at him for a long moment, resolving once more to avenge his family, before going back to sharpening his sword. (Happy birthday mae xD)

@eluredlost ;; birthday gifts!!

Stepping out onto the pitch always felt freeing, the long wooden pole resting across his shoulders as he walked. The air was crisp and cool, exactly as it was meant to be. As he looped his arms around the bar and his back cracked, he noticed the boy. Silent. Staring at each other in this strange stalemate. Elured’s eyes still burned.

It was an odd pride, a dangerous sort that he never bothered to voice. He was the strong one, the protector, and Maedhros could respect that. And yet there was a terrible satisfaction, and a cruel reality, that ate away at his mind. He made that boy what he was now: he’d be a kinslayer too, just one who killed the right men. Would people see him as a monster too? Killing the right men or the wrong ones was killing all the same. Letting out a long breath, he walked past the boy without speaking. There was no reason to speak.

Happy birthday.