Líriel of Imladris

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit. Líriel of Imladris. Twin sister of Lindir. Independent Tolkien OC Mainly Book!Canon - TRIGGER WARNING - on Líriel's condition

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Shush Lena | Muse is sleeping...

     -- ...and I don’t know how to wake her up. Send help.

     What does one do when you lose your Muse...?

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When someone insults a female character you love:

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When someone insults your OC:

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Shush Lena | GOT A PC!

     -- Hello! :D Sooo, I finally have found a way to get back to RPs! :D

     There has been something going on in the meantime... I got back to drawing, and I’ve rediscovered the first anime I’ve ever followed in my life... ghhh, the nostalgia.

     However, I have 10 drafts to do... and since I am back to drawing, they will take me a little to do for obvious reasons. But I’m not dead, I promise!      Since I’ll be posting my art and creations for my favourite game, you will also be able to find me both on simminglena​ and hellenartworks.

     If I take too much to reply, please let me know! I don’t want to leave anything behind! :D

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Shush Lena | My computer died...

     -- So, I’ve been trying to revive my computer for the whole day... and there’s apparently no fix unless I pay to get new components (which I don’t have as of now).      Which means I will be unable to do drafts. I’ll try to convince my brother to lend me his computer (though I highly doubt it), but I will be either mobile or logging in from my aunt’s computer (which will never be long enough to get my drafts done... sigh).

     I will be using on an old computer (which misses internet connection), working on a few projects for my favourite game and/or drawing, and you’ll either be able to find me on my art blog hellenartworks (mostly lurking, I haven’t been posting for a while now) and simminglena (my Simblr, for those who like The Sims series).

     Hoping to find an alternative as soon as I can, I will try to log on as much as I can. Feel free to contact me if you want to chat.      See you when things settle! Yours, Lena :)

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Seduction | CLOSED ~ silvertxnguedloki

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Loki’s hands glided on Líriel’s body as he rested his lips on her neck and kissed her skin. He whispered:

   “I want you, Líriel …”

The god grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her unceremoniously on the bed. Lifting himself up on his own arms, he reached down and rubbed his manhood against her groin, still covered in the abundant fabric of the skirts.

   “I think I might need some… help with this.”

He chuckled as he moved away the cloth of garment with a slight impatience, mostly caused by the growing excitement and the desire of finally possessing her body.

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — It became hard for her to keep a regular breathing pattern. Whenever the Asgardian kissed, bit or breathed on her neck, her body twitched and tensed up, only to relax shortly after, like jelly in his arms.

     She was taken off guard by his sudden movement as he pushed her on the mattress, but as he began to touch and stimulate her again, the thought of complaining completely left her mind.

     The way he whispered in her ear sent shivers down her spine, and a slightly damp feeling started showing up in her groin, something that she did not expect.      At his request for help, her hands quickly reached down to the hem of her skirts, pulling them up and rolling them up by her waist; in order for them to join their private parts, he required space... right?

     As her womanhood was finally exposed, she observed the god’s expression turning from one of desire to one of hunger and pure lust.      His chuckle made her shiver, and she bit her lower lip to try and keep what remained of her composure.

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Warm tea | CLOSED ~ eeereeestoor

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Pushing himself up, Erestor took the mug, taking a moment to inhale the soothing smell. He did hate being kept away from his work, but Elrond had made himself quite clear - Erestor would  not be allowed to return to work until he was sufficiently rested and recovered. Pressing the cup to his lips, he wrinkled his nose at the taste, but swallowed the rest of the liquid dutifully, before handing Liriel the empty mug with a sigh.

“I feel horrible.” The tea made him feel sleepy again, ad he closed his eyes, groaning softly. “I have never been so tired in my life.”

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — The young lady observed her friend as he held the mug and inhaled deeply. If there was one thing about that tea that could have led astray, it was the smell; sweet, fruity and rich. A smell that one could have associated with a tasty drink, but unfortunately, that tea was anything but appetizing.

     The proof of the bitter taste was soon upon the wrinkling features of the ellon as he sipped the tea.      Oh, how many times she had swallowed that concoction...

     ❝ I know that was unexpected... I promise I will prepare a better tasting tea when you will feel better. ❞ 

     Then, she reached out to take the mug as he handed it back to her. I feel horrible, he said, and she smiled ruefully at him.

     ❝ I can imagine how you are feeling. ❞

She said.      Many times she had been bedridden before, and many more were waiting for her just around the corner. Dizziness, paleness, queasiness and general weakness were her most hated, yet loyal companions.

     ❝ Ai, Erestor... you shouldn’t wear yourself out like this... ❞

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Dirty laundry | CLOSED ~ telcxntar

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      ‘twas true that the youngster was a bit of a wild thing at times:        a growing  INDEPENDENCE  had sparked a stubborn and fierce       adventurous streak that frequently did  cause  WORRY  amongst       his elders. It was not a deliberate obstinance; it was only the wild       heart of a growing boy, and he was not immune to guilt when so       reminded about causing distress. 

      He stood stiffly as she rushed to him, hands held at his sides and        shoulders hunched. He didn’t quite meet her eyes; he was a mess,       grass stains and dirt smudges on his elbows and knees, and a little       ragged tear on the sleeve. 

             ❝ I was just ––- ❞ His nose wrinkled and he made a sour face as               his face was scrubbed, resisting the urge to pull away. ❝ ––- was              just following a fox, and I didn’t cause trouble, I promise. ❞

       His brows furrowed and he scowled, but he obediently kept still and        let her clean the dirt off –– but then he remembered, and his hands        jerked downward to pat his pockets until he recovered the item that        likely caused all this: a brilliant and unmarred bright blue feather of        a bird.

            ❝ But I found this, and I’m going to give it to Lady Arwen. ❞

       So sober he said it, too: such a gravely serious matter.  

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — So, he had been following a fox. Of all the excuses she was expecting to hear, this was definitely unexpected. And the child did not seem to be lying, so the young elleth simply nodded at his words, a smile on her fair features.      Estel may have been quite a handful, sometimes, but he definitely was not a bad boy. He was just an adventurous, reckless child who enjoyed his freedom with its light and dark sides.

     ❝ A fox? Estel, that could have been dangerous... you better not tell your ada, if you don’t want his hair to turn grey all at once. ❞

     Scrubbing dirt off the youngster’s face proved itself to be harder than expected. Especially after finding out a few scratches as well.      Maybe it was best for him to wash his face, after all.

     ❝ I will take your word for it, penneth. ❞

     She was about to stand up and lead him to her rooms -- where he would have been able to wash his face and get his clothes patched up without anyone noticing -- when he put a hand in his pocket and pulled out something.      Please, no lizards or frogs again, she thought, but as soon as he opened his hands she was genuinely surprised.

     ❝ ...oh, Estel. What a beautiful thought. I am sure Lady Arwen is going to love it. ❞

     She said, and reached out to gently pick up the blue feather and see it from a better angle.

     ❝ It is truly beautiful. But now we better head to my chambers. You don’t want to be seen in such a state by Lord Elrond or your nana, do you? ❞

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Injured | CLOSED ~ elentelume

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     Even with spotty vision he could have seen a person, he could see Líriel just fine, and yet he couldn’t see anyone in the corridor. He wasn’t gone for that long, where could his entire city have gone?       As far as he could tell it was silent though there seemed to be some kind of ringing in his ears every once in a while.       “I hardly want to be the herald of bad news, but I have yet to see any evidence that Elrunin is still here…” He bit his tongue, his mouth tasting even more of blood. “I- I should be able to bandage myself though.”       Even his children, who were the most active residence of his household, seemed to be missing. Perhaps this was all a horrible dream, but the pain felt so real…        “We both know that we are real, correct?” He shuddered, knowing that perhaps he should stop talking at some point. “Not to sound crazy, but I’m hoping this is no dream.”

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — They were almost at the end of the corridor, just a few steps away from the healing ward. It seemed just like a bad dream.      They were slowly dragging themselves along the way, yet nobody came in their aid. 

     I have yet to see any evidence that Elrunin is still here, he said, and Líriel shuddered at the thought; Lord Elrond needed a healer.

     ❝ You won't need to bandage yourself, my Lord... Elrunin will be there. ❞

It was directed at him, yet it was more of a reassurance to herself.      A couple more steps and they would have stepped past the door...

     But her legs gave out, and she stumbled on the floor, dragging the Lord with her.

     ❝ Elrunin!! Aiya!! ❞

     She screamed as loud as she could, hoping for the healer to be behind that closed door.      And he was.

Oh, the relief to see his face!

     ❝ Elrunin... quick, he-- he’s wounded, he needs your help! ❞

     The healer immediately rushed by the pair’s side, helping them up and supporting the Lord as he finally walked past the door.

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Bathing chamber | CLOSED ~ theoneandonlykili

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Taking the basin, Kili filled it and simply dumped it over his head, bringing another giggle from Líriel. By now he was perfectly clean, and was enjoying simply relaxing in the warm water that never seemed to cool.

                  ≼Some of the most impressive Elven magic, in my opinion.≽ 

            “ Aye, I know, it’s strange. But, by dwarven standards, I am quite             young looking, barely passing for a grown dwarf. ” he explained,             not letting any bitterness show.

Raising an eyebrow at Líriel’s close inspection and smothering a grin, he shrugged, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub. He had never really thought about it, to be honest, as this quest was the first time he had spent any amount of time with other races.

           “ No, not to me. It’s just part of me. ”  ♐

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — Líriel observed her friend as he took the basin and dumped the water over his head, causing her to chuckle at the sight. His hair was now soaked, latching onto his skin as he giggled along with her.      She smiled at him as he leaned back, resting an arm over the edge of the tub, enjoying his bath.

     ❝ Young looking? ❞

She asked, confused.      Sure, she could tell he was a young Dwarf by his attitude, yet...

     ❝ Elves can grow beards, too. ❞

She admitted, taking her time to observe the other’s hairy chest.

     ❝ Many say that Elves are immortal, and don’t age... but, to be fair, we only have a very, very long lifespan, compared to other races of Arda. When reaching the third cycle, our old age, ellyn can grow beards. Círdan the Shipwright, our Lord in Lindon, has a beard himself. ❞

     It’s just part of me, he said, and the young elleth nodded, resting her back against her side of the tub.      The water was still warm, but they ought to come out, sooner or later. Yet, it was so relaxing...

     She observed the Dwarf, waiting for him to close his eyes. As he finally did so, her hand quickly moved to spray him upon his face.

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Sick | CLOSED ~ forestofstarlight

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“Alright,” said Thranduil, trying to engrave the information in his mind. He’d have to go there himself, though that wasn’t exactly a King’s work. He didn’t want to lose one of Elrond’s wards; the dishonour would be too great.

Thranduil’s heart filled with relief when he saw the ancient elleth working quietly at a desk in the Healing Hall. She turned when he entered and stood to meet him and Líriel.

“Halfmîriel,” he called out. “This is Líriel, she’s been bleeding from the nose -- much more than is reasonable. I’m not sure what ails her but she’s one of Elrond’s regular patients. There are herbs in her room prepared by Elrond himself.”

Halfmîriel gave a bow, and gently took Liriel from Thranduil’s arms, holding her in just as powerful a grasp. “Come, Líriel,” she said as she laid her onto a bed. “Let’s see what we can do for this bleeding.”

“I’ll get those herbs,” said Thranduil. Without another word he flew out of the room.

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — It did not take long before she was finally laid down upon a soft mattress. The Elvenking had spoken with his healer -- Halfmîriel, correct? -- and after explaining what little he was aware of he had set off to look for Lord Elrond’s herbs.

     Líriel had been silent through the whole process, occasionally whimpering in discomfort as she was shifted from the King’s arms to Halfmîriel’s, and now she was lying nearly motionlessly on the mattress, hardly breathing, as the bleeding clogged her airways.      But the healer needed to be informed.

     It was hard for her to explain her whole situation. Her breathing was irregular, her voice was weak, and her body was growing weaker because of the consistent loss of blood.      She told her about her condition and how she inherited it from her mother’s accident. She told her about how she had been undergoing bloodletting back in her homeland, about the crisis that brought her to Rivendell, about Lord Elrond’s constant care and his attempts to definitively heal her.

     Bleeding was probably not a very bad position, all things considered; this way, the excess poison was bound to leave her system, somehow.      It just-- made her feel weaker... and weaker...

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Expecting | CLOSED ~ eeereeestoor

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By now, Erestor’s suspicions had been proven by everything except her word. He could scarcely believe it, but there was no other ellon in Imladris that would fit her description. And to think he had considered the other Elf to be wise!

“It is not all your fault. It is his too, and he knows it. If you told him I am sure he would not be angry, and I know for certain he would love the child as much as his other children. But I can understand him being unwilling to risk his reputation. His children would be devastated to learn of it, even if his departed wife would not be. They’d see it as a stain on her honour.”

He could not share his suspicions on the father with Líriel, fearing to upset her even more (whether he was right or wrong, she’d be rightfully upset). Instead, as she talked, he focused on coming up with a plan to help her.

“Tell him that you lied. He was not our only one - and he is not the child’s father. Tell him of another ellon, one who is far away now, has your love, and that your affection for him was just a childish crush. It is the only way I can think of - unless you wish him to know.”

How he wished there was ore he could do! He felt so helpless, and he knew that it was worst for her.

“Unless…” The idea came suddenly, and perhaps that should have been a warning - it was not a good one, and had he stopped to think it through, Erestor would have realised that. But in his haste to come up with something, he spoke. 

“You could pretend I am the father.” It was not unreasonable. He and the father were not so dissimilar in looks that someone would notice the lie when they saw the child, and  Elrond trusted him enough to take his word on it, if Erestor insisted.

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⊰ ❈ ⊱ — The councilor seemed not to put all the blame on her, yet she could not hold back from choking back a few sobs, before bursting into tears once more.      I am sure he would not be angry, and I know for certain he would love the child as much as his other children, he said, and she knew he was right.      There was no way he couldn’t have understood by now, and his words proved it. The image of Lord Elrond lovingly holding her child appeared in her mind, sending a pang of pain in her stomach. She choked back more, excruciating sobs, holding onto the other’s shoulders as she cried onto his robes.

     I can understand him being unwilling to risk his reputation. His children would be devastated to learn of it, he added, and her guilt and grief grew stronger in her aching chest.      Tell him that you lied.

     For a moment, the lady stopped crying and looked up at her friend. Lie? It was unthinkable. She could have never lied to her Lord.

     ❝ N-no... ❞

She murmured, sniffling.

     ❝ I could-- never lie about this. He had seen I was pure. He is aware that there was nobody before him. I have been... only his. ❞

She paused.

     ❝ I know he would love this child just like he loves his other children. The twins, Arwen... he loves them with such passion... my child would be blessed if he would accept him in his life. I am just... ❞

     Scared.

     Her mouth hung open in surprise at his words. Pretend he was the father? And charge him with every responsibility of the child’s care, education and identity?      Not to mention the reason behind the night spent in Elrond’s chambers.

     ❝ No, Erestor... this is madness. Lord Elrond... he would be devastated. I cannot think of breaking his heart... not after losing his wife. It is complicated... ❞

     Unless you wish him to know. ...right. No matter how terrifying it could have been, that was the most reasonable solution.

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Shush Lena | Drafts update!

     -- So, I’ve finally done all my drafts, but I won’t be posting them until tomorrow.      Don’t worry, I did not forget any of you. I just need some time to finish up a few things going on IRL.      Hugs, and happy holidays!

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Emotional Starters: Fear

"Oh, God... please, no..."

"This isn't happening... this isn't happening...!!"

"Help! Somebody, help me!"

"The screaming... it's so loud..."

"P-Please, just... put that down, and we can talk, okay?"

"You're not acting like yourself. I'm scared."

"Why is it so dark? I don't like it..."

"N-No, idiot! Of course I'm not afraid..."

"So much blood... there's... so much..."

"Please. Help me. I can't do this alone."

"I-I-I c-can't s-stop sh-shaking..."

"Was... Was that a wolf howl just now?!"

"Did you hear that? It sounds like it came from the attic..."

"Why are we doing this? I don't want to do this..."

"Don't go there! It's not safe."

"It's just a bad dream... just a bad dream."

"I don't know what to do. Tell me... what should I do?"

"What's happening to you/me?"

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Erestor!! *Points up* Look! Mistletoe~!

-chuckles, glancing upwards- Does that mean I get a kiss?

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You get a thousand kisses, mellon!! *Laughs and smooches his cheek*

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So, I know not all of you celebrate Christmas, so I just want to start out by saying “Merry Christmas, Happy (belated) Hannukah, Happy (early) Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays, or just Happy Friday” to all ^.^

This year has been rough for me, from growing family problems to work to some personal mental problems to school (which caused/brought to light some of those mental issues). I wasn’t on here nearly as much as I’d have liked, and I lost a lot of followers and a lot of my muse. BUT- the times I did manage to get on were fantastic, and I still love each and every one of you, even if we only talk once in a blue moon. Basically, I just want to say thank you ALL, for still sticking around long enough for my sorry butt and my little dwarf nerd <3

Without further ado, a little follow-forever/call out post for my lovelies <3

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     -- HHHHH BAE. You are the sweetest thing. There is no reason to be sorry about not being able to get online. Real life comes first, and you have a very busy life, indeed! So that’s pretty normal.      Yes, I admit that sometimes I wonder how you’re doing and I miss talking to you, but eventually we get in touch again, and that’s one of the happiest moments to me.      So, no worries!! I wish you and your family a happy Christmas! May you all get many gifts, great food and blessings! Hugs!

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When you didn't expect to end up shipping something

Muse: *Whines*

Mun: What is it now?

Muse: I want *Grabby hands*

Mun: Want what?

Muse: I waaaant *Pointing*

Mun: That Muse over there? Really?

Muse: Waaaaaaaaant--

Mun:

Muse:

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Muse: So can I has or?

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Shush Lena | MERRY CHRISTMAS!

     -- Heeey friends, merry Christmas!! I have been trying to do my drafts this afternoon, but I couldn’t finish them all before getting off the computer to go and prepare dinner.      I won’t be here for the rest of the evening, I’ll stay with my family, so I’ll take advantage of this free minute to wish you all a happy Christmas Eve full of love, presents and food!

     I love you all! Take care! :)