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“Do we pity someone who survived the war for everything they lost? Or do we pity them for the trauma that lives inside their bones?”

— thoughts #170 | r.m (via killthebxy)

#feren

sashaofravenlock

// When you see the gang online @legolasoflasgalen @hisloyalvassal

legolasoflasgalen

Same here! Even when someone is *inserts the cuss word @hisloyalvassal has taught me*

hisloyalvassal

>.> Who taught you a cuss word? Surely not me!

#haha #guilty

valtsv

so many things about tolkien’s mythos are just unintentionally hilarious to me but absolutely nothing beats the fact that elves are canonically such drama queens that they can literally waste away and die if they experience a strong negative emotion

valtsv

mortal: hey, what’s up man? i haven’t seen you around for a few months, so i thought i’d check in, see how you’re doing, you know-

elf:

hisloyalvassal

@legolasoflasgalen

#it’s Feren #rightt?

myrkvidrs

THE HALLS OF THE ELVENKING:

On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak. (The Hobbit)

Dress for a valar

Legolas by N.

❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please . ( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .

[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .

[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .

[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .

[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .

[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .

[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .

[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .

[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .

[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .

[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .

[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .

[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .

[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .

[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

#memes

@sashaofravenlock just introduced me to Xkit and can i juST

You are a beautiful human being. I love you.

#WHAT A FRIEND #WHAT A TRUE FRIEND #ooc

You did this to yourself?

@sashaofravenlock

No one was supposed to be home.

Normally she was so careful, but after months of resisting and hiding, it had finally eroded her mind, casting away the joy that had filled her, leaving only a despondent husk of a person behind. But now it was too late to try and salvage her smiling mask, the warrior had already seen the damage behind it and the freshly marred flesh that only further drained the life from her. There were many excuses to be made for the pain she inflicted upon herself, though none were spoken as horror crept into the vacant expression upon her face. Instead she sat in stunned silence, her mind too addled and slow to even try to hide the blood that dripped forth from her wrists and stained her dress.

Seconds felt like minutes before any sound was ushered from her lips, it first sounding as a pained exhale of breath before a weak response was given. “I did…”

Throughout the years Feren had learned to master himself, to retain a composure that was rarely ever broken. A lifted chin, an unflinching gaze and a stride that spoke only of confidence was the invisible armor that he wore, strengthened with traits and habits that kept him in control of both his limbs and emotions. And yet, somehow, here he was standing in the open doorway of the bathing room, gaping down at a bleeding girl with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. He stared with disbelief.

The words that left his mouth had been involuntary, pulled out of him in his shock of seeing her folded on the ground dragging a knife across her skin. Horror melded itself into the sentence along with a thousand other thoughts that raced through him; thoughts that expelled themselves into the open air with something akin to a startled gasp. Was what he was seeing true? Could she? How long? Why? He could not comprehend it. “I did...”

Seconds ticked away until the elf’s mind seemed to jog back to attention. Moving quickly, he went for the bandages kept near for such moments-- tools to quell bleeding and wrap wounds; wounds inflicted by others, not onto oneself. He pushed the thought from his mind and grabbed them, turning back to her. Again, his eyes landed on the bright blood against her skin and he wondered why?

The usually stoic elf lowered himself until his knees were against the floor, a thoughtfully troubled expression embedded on his face.When he spoke to her seconds later, it was without the harsh tones and frowning lips that would have usually been aimed, no- thrown at her.This time his voice was gentle and soft; lowered but not threatening. The bandages came to a rest on the floor next to him and one hand was slowly and tentatively extended outwards towards her with the palm upwards.

“Sasha? Will you give me the knife?”

#sashaofravenlock #tw: self harm #tw: blood #D:

lotrfashion

Hair for an elf

#Lalleth #Mistaron

Blinded by anger, it took all of his control not to hit the Sinda again, even if he had felt the hit as hard as Feren in his heart (and was rewarded with a counter attack). Instead, he stood before him with his hands balled, trembling and his eyes fiery. "What are you doing? Do you dare to confess you proposed a threesome to Sasha?"

“And what would you do if I had?”

It’s hissed out with narrowed eyes and from between gritted teeth as his fist clenches and unclenches as it stings from his own thrown punch. The Sinda and Nando had had many disagreements, arguments and much more throughout their centuries of friendship but never before had they argued over an elleth. Ah, except she wasn’t an elleth was she? She was a fae. A being that practically glowed with magic; fair and powerful. Feren could couldn’t care less what she was.

All he knew was that she was a blonde with the most lovely eyes, hair softer than silk and skin more inviting to touch than satin. Her lips were soft and beckoning and especially tempting when she would lightly run her tongue over them. Would he allow such beauty to raise a feud between he and his most cherished friend? He raises his eyes to meet the other ellon’s, fiery and irrational; challenging.

“I did. We would do more than a threesome as well if she’ll allow it. The more the merrier– We could have an orgy to remember.”

#Crack!#legolasoflasgalen #sashaofravenlock #mobile BC my browsers are still not working properly

*stomps into Feren's house and hits him right in the face*

He begins to turn at the sound of the door’s opening, before he even fully registers the anger that the steps that stride towards him. A brief question of ‘who’ is all that can pass his mind before a burst of pain leaves white explosions across his vision and anger rolling forward. One hand instinctively raises to protect his face from further onslaught and the other immediately strikes out in a return jab at the attacker.

– An attacker whose hair and face are so familiar even through the spaces of his fingers; who he would consider a friend. Family even. So why was he struck? Anger seeps into his voice as he growls out a harsh question: “What do you think you are doing?”

#legolasoflasgalen #Legolas you temperamental-!