Oronlótë

"Elder sisters are dedicated protectors, but vicious rivals." - Oronlótë ((Blog remake. Indie OC RP blog for Thranduil's elder sister. FC: Katrine De Candole ))

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etexnalpxincess:

princcofhorsclords:

“I am Theodred. Who is wishing to know, stranger?” 

“My name is Oronlótë, I am an old friend of past King’s and an ally to Rohan for many years.”

She slid off her horse as she spoke, Arbellason shaking his head as she did before hitting his nose against her shoulder lightly. She put her hand on his nose and pushed it away slightly, signaling to him that she would unsaddle him and get to his needs once her conversation was done.

“A friend of past Kings?” The Prince of Rohan dismounted as she did, signalling for his eored to lift their spears, which until then had been pointed firmly at the apparent stranger. “A strong claim to make, my Lady,” he reached up, and tugged off his helm so that he could face her fully, “especially when our current King is incapable of knowing friend from foe any longer.”  He took a step forward, surveying her with caution, but still pleasantness. “You wear strange gear. You do not seem to be from Rohan. Where do you hail from? What are you doing within our borders?”

[etexnalpxincess]

“I apologize, allow me to introduce myself again.” a pause as she made a half bow with her hand over her chest. “I am Princess Oronlótë of Mirkwood,--" She stood straight again. "--I’ve come to Rohan because I… Caught word of your predicament. I was visiting my cousin in Lorien when his wife informed me of a shadow growing in Rohan.”

When she finished speaking and turned her head just a bit, enough to get a look at who still seemed distrusting and ready to attack. It was only a quick survey, because she heard her mount move beside her. Arbellason took a step towards Theodren, lowering his head slightly almost like a bow. However he looked the prince in the eyes, the pools of brown showing the intelligence of the Mearas inherited from his grandfather. The steed hoped that the connection that his ancestors had with the Royal line of Rohan would be enough to make a solider of the civilization trust his rider.

[princcofhorsclords-blog]

“I am Theodred. Who is wishing to know, stranger?” 

[etexnalpxincess]

“My name is Oronlótë, I am an old friend of past King’s and an ally to Rohan for many years.”

She slid off her horse as she spoke, Arbellason shaking his head as she did before hitting his nose against her shoulder lightly. She put her hand on his nose and pushed it away slightly, signaling to him that she would unsaddle him and get to his needs once her conversation was done.

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[noldorianprincess]

A Second Chance at Life | open starter

[etexnalpxincess]

She paused in her steps at the questions, the appearance of fear in her daughter recognized easily enough and she wished to not cause her any more panic. That she was back but didn’t remember anything–it was understandable, especially with the way that she died. Hopefully she could remember some of who she was in time, even if only just enough to know the truth of who she was.

“My name is Oronlótë, I am your Mother. I could not mean you harm if I wanted to, I simply wish to help. Let me bring you somewhere safer where we can speak.” 

At her words she took another step forward, holding one hand out to the side away from any visible weapons and offering the other out to Finduilas. She hoped that she would take her help willingly, she had met only one other Elf who had been allowed their life back and afterwards they had been weak; and she wasn’t sure how long it was that she had been awakened.

[noldorianprincess]

The elleth watched her closely, her blue orbs never leaving sight of the woman across the way from her. She knew who she was…but why could Findu not remember her? But, she listened, to everything the other had to say, and with a bit of convincing, the blonde lowered her gaze to her hand as it was stretched out and away from her body, almost as if to show her she meant no harm. 

Her eyes found the second hand, though, and hesitantly, did she reach out and take it. Once her fingers fell upon her mother’s skin, did a flicker of some images speed through her mind, causing her to pause in her movements as she tried to recall if these were memories or not. 

“…I’m…I’m tired…amme…” Her voice was hushed as her fingers curled around her hand and she walked hesitantly a little closer, her form relaxing and her head lowering finally as she was able to finally settle in the chill of the night. She knew not exactly what it was that made her think this woman was truly her mother, but her mind was telling her that everything was okay.

[etexnalpxincess]

Oro felt almost as if a small chunk of the weight that had stayed with we for centuries was sliced away when the younger took her hand, fingers squeezing gently but firmly almost as if to make sure that it was real. Finduilas was here and in front of her almost as if nothing had ever happened, and she would be damned if she ever let anything threaten to take one of her children away again in her very extended life.

”That’s normal Faelivrin, you’ve need through a lot. You just need time to rest, come with me. Your just on the outer edges of you Uncle, Thanduil's, forest; and we do not want to wait until the spiders notice us. The healers can take a look at you once we arrive, if you'd like?”

She left the decision to her daughter, not wanted to push it with how she already seemed confused and out of sorts. And though the spiders didn't normally venture to the outer edges of the forest, a newly re-embodied elf? Might catch their attention enough to lure them out of the darker parts of the forest. They needed to move on soon.

[noldorianprincess]

A Second Chance at Life | open starter

[etexnalpxincess]

<p> _{She paused in her steps at the questions, the appearance of fear in her daughter recognized easily enough and she wished to not cause her any more panic. That she was back but didn’t remember anything–it was understandable, especially with the way that she died. Hopefully she could remember some of who she was in time, even if only just enough to know the truth of who she was.} </p>

<p> _{<strong> “My name is Oronlótë, I am your <em>Mother</em>. I could not mean you harm if I wanted to, I simply wish to help. Let me bring you somewhere safer where we can speak.” </strong>} </p>

<p> <sub> At her words she took another step forward, holding one hand out to the side away from any visible weapons and offering the other out to Finduilas. She hoped that she would take her help willingly, she had met only one other Elf who had been allowed their life back and afterwards they had been weak; and she wasn’t sure how long it was that she had been awakened.

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Send 'Mother's touch' for my muse's mother

[oceanwitch]

31 DAYS OF MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES // ↳ 16. Kelpie

“No mortal ear could have heard the kelpie passing through the night, for the great black hooves of it were as soundless in their stride as feathers falling.” - Mollie Hunter

[etexnalpxincess]

A better time should have been chosen for this, a time should have been chosen in general in order for Thranduil to prepare Tauriel and for Oronlótë to prepare herself. But the heat of the moment combined with the Lorien wine that she had been drinking before having heard what happened and stormed to the room? It had caused a slip of the tong and for her to not keep her worry and annoyance more in check.

                                        “I knew your Adar very well, my weakness                                         was him. He broke me with death and so I                                         left and pushed you into the care of my                                         brother. My weakness was not something                                         I was able to overcome so easily.”

[starlightandmountains]

"Grama says no, special chocolate is for after dinner." -etexnalpxincess (in her verse where she's Tauriel's mom bc Oro made me.)

“But dinner is taking forever!” The little half-elf whined then crossed her arms, pouting and narrowing her eyes. She didn’t move though, as if waiting her grandmother out to leave so she would just grab one anyway. 

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[etexnalpxincess]

Oro stared down her granddaughter for a moment, before finally deciding that maybe it was for the best that she didn't play much of a part in Tauriel's life till she was older. She was far to much of a pusher when it came to children, and so she pulled off a piece of the chocolate and held it out to the elfling and said in a hushed tone and small smile.

“Just don't tell your Mother alright?”

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Benedict managed to work his way to a table near his intended target. He’d have to wait like he had done in the past, there were far too many people around for him to start his inquiry. The other regents were unfortunately absent, but the waitress knew to delay any orders from the table he was waiting to start talking to. Working on a coffee in the meantime.

Eventually, people started leaving and to prevent any further interruptions, the sign on the door was switched to ‘closed’ and the door locked several hours early. It was only then that Benedict turned to look at the company it left him with. “Afternoon. I am Benedict Valda.” He greeted rather seriously then pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, ready to get started.

[etexnalpxincess]

Oronlótë was far from stupid, she knew when she was being cornered. The moment the flow of people had slowed she'd become suspicious, and then when the sign had been flipped she knew for certain. She turned her head to look at the man who had spoken, eyes narrowing when she caught sight of the pin on his coat. She'd had run-ins' with members of previous warehouse's they always seemed to be able to catch note of her.

                                        “And I'm known as Orobel in this day                                         and age, though your files may have                                         me labeled as something else. Tell me                                         --are you an agent or a reagent? And                                         am I going to feel the need to slit your                                         throat in order to leave? I don't take                                         well to being cornered Mr. Valda. I've                                         been in one to many wars for it to sit                                         well in my stomach.”

[etexnalpxincess]

|| O P E N | W H 1 3 | S T A R T E R ||

“I don’t have time for this, whatever you want from me come back in a few decades and maybe we can talk.”

[etexnalpxincess]

Breaking Beautifully

People don't break softly, breaking slowly isn't real. One day your smiling and laughing... then something happens. You break, or your broken. Either way its far from beautiful, it's messy and terrible. Its far from interesting, its painful and heart wrenching. Breaking is far from unique, everyone breaks at some point. Breaking beautifully is a myth; breaking beautifully is a dirty rotten lie.

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she is i m p e r f e c t, but she tries she is  g o o d, but she lies she is  hard on herself she is  b r o k e n, and won’t ask for help

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                          i was afraid to actually live because                   the fear of something happening to                           make me unhappy was greater than                   the desire to actually try to be { happy } 

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                   { and I would stop                                           d e a t h                       should he try and come for                                            y o u }

[wordsnquotes]

I feel like there’s something terrible and wonderful and amazing that’s just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do dream, by the way. It hovers over me at odd moments. And then it’s gone. I feel like I’m always on the brink of something that never arrives. I want to either have it or be free of it.

Michael Cunningham, Specimen Days (via wordsnquotes)