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Which Silmarillion Character are you?

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Here are my results:

Fingolfin??? Srsly, FINGOLFIN?! He’s not even in my top-10 favorites! o.O

GO, CHECK THIS OUT!

I’m almost grandpa

I...I’m sure there is an explanation...

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#Umbar

ji-indur

"Would you rather be eaten by a shark, or have your eyes pecked out by seagulls?" (Elros what)

“What kind of question is this?” Ji Indur sounded and looked equally as unamused. Then he sighed deeply before shrugging his shoulders.

“Should I be given such horrific choices one day I’d rather be eaten by a shark. He’d either bite me in half or swallow me whole. Either way I’d die quickly. But a corsair without his eye sight? Not to mention they would not stop with the eyes.”

The corsair grimaced at such a terrible fate. “But pray, tell, what came over you to ask me this?”

ji-indur

kingsofnumenor:

“…Enough?” Elros asked, an unfriendly edge creeping into his voice. “I am aware of my extended life. I have already buried good friends, the passage of time creeps slowly for me but-” He took in a breath to calm himself. “I am thankful for each and everyday, I remember that to partake in the eternal rhyme of Eru is a gift. Enough? You ask the wrong question.”

Ji Indur felt the sharpness that had crept into Elros’ voice and briefly tensed up while trying to keep his usual, relaxed posture. “I meant no disrespect, your highness. I was just wondering since you know both sides of the spectrum- well almost. Being nearly immortal and yet not. While I was ALL mortal but chose otherwise. Which was not the wisest of choices I’ll admit freely now.”

For a moment his own expression darkened as the king spoke of burying friends, the corsair’s expression filling with grief and pain. “The losses along the way weight heavy... And when you can not sleep then you are forced to remember their faces all the time when your mind wanders endlessly. I miss them greatly. And in the last thousand years or so...I therefor decided to not make any new friends or get close to my crew. It is getting too...hard.”

He paused and wiped his hand over his face, just for his usual smile to return. “Maybe I did. Maybe my question shouldn’t be pointing at the end but at the beginning. Or the now. Though if I remember right you were the one eager to be eaten by sharks?”

atariince

“Yes, of course I’ve got a plan. I’m all plans. I’m made of plans.“

Doctor Who — Empress of Mars {Sentence Starters}

@ji-indur

Curufinwëstared at the pirate. Sternly, lengthily, silently. And with one single thoughtin mind: the pirate’s sanity wasn’t growing better. In fact, it was obviouslygetting worse. But the Ñoldo had many matters to worry about, and Ji Indur’s questionablerationality wasn’t one of them. All he could hope for was that the absurd convolutionsof the wraith’s judgement would not affect him.

“Alright, Masterof Plans, I am more than willing to listen. Tell me about your schemes – And Iinsist on the plural. I want – I need to know all the options at hand.” Therewas a will to unsettle him, to force the pirate to deal with his lack ofconsistency, to bring him face to face with his own irrationality and, perhaps,in the back of Curufinwë’s mind dwelt the unspoken pleasure to humiliate him. Everyoneneeded to be entertained at times, everyone… even the gloomier of the re-embodiedHigh Elf.

And after all,the idea hadn’t been his. It was Ji Indur who had insisted, appealedand pled, arguing that he was not the corrupted soul that Curufinwë expectedhim to be. It was Ji who needed to show off, to force the Ñoldo to acknowledgehis good will. Curufinwë, on the other hand, had barely accepted – after muchreluctance – to give Ji a chance, not to redeem himself ( if only the Fëanorionhad any power over redemption!), but to gain his confidence… or at least a partof it. Now, quite unexpectedly, Curvo could almost feel the first tickles ofcuriosity, and despite his silent provocations he was also genuinely willing tohear about those so-called plans.

“Go on.Tell me how you expect to convince me.”

ji-indur

“Aha!” Ji Indur took a proud confident stance as he was given this promising reply. After all Curufinwë could just have told him off, could have told him to leave and not to bother him anymore with his foolishness and antics and a mouth that never seemed to stop talking. Instead the corsair had managed to catch the High Elf’s attention- maybe much to his chagrin as Ji Indur could tell with the way Curufinwë‘s expression shifted- and proud he was of it. Of course with his unending confidence he had expected such. Or at least for the elf to tell him to just talk then should he be so eager for it.

“I shall do my utmost though this is not to convince you to anything! It is merely my brilliant mind at work, planning out the greatest and most perilous travel I have ever undertaken!” Ji Indur paused to let these words sink in but found the elf not reacting at all, not even a twitch of his face giving away what he might be thinking about the corsair’s boisterous words. Ji Indur blinked and for a moment seemed to be thrown off course but he quickly managed to catch himself again, returning to that confident grin and proud stance of his.

“I have been given this much thought you see. I had centuries to think this over. Especially while I was under the control of Sauron. And I came to the conclusion that the ones at fault for your suffering and mine are no other than the mighty Valar themselves! Did they step in to stop Melkor? Yes, they did but only AFTER he left scorched earth and tore everything asunder. And then after they trapped him away from Arda, what did they do to make sure such things would not happen once more? Nothing! They did nothing! They knew of Sauron, formerly Mairon. They knew he was Melkor’s apprentice and sought to finish what his master had started. Did they make sure this would not happen?”

Ji Indur threw a hand into the air to be even more dramatic about everything. “You and I...we know the answer. They let Middle Earth burn. They allowed the making of The One. So many were lost. So many battles were fought. And they...did not do anything though they could have. SHOULD have! Well! I am going to meet them! And give them a piece of my mind!”

#atariince #Poor poor Curu

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“If every day is Ossë’s day, won’t people start running out of good offerings?”

"They will not for there will always be rum."

#askrossiel

ji-indur

"Would you rather be eaten by a shark, or have your eyes pecked out by seagulls?" (Elros what)

“What kind of question is this?” Ji Indur sounded and looked equally as unamused. Then he sighed deeply before shrugging his shoulders.

“Should I be given such horrific choices one day I’d rather be eaten by a shark. He’d either bite me in half or swallow me whole. Either way I’d die quickly. But a corsair without his eye sight? Not to mention they would not stop with the eyes.”

The corsair grimaced at such a terrible fate. “But pray, tell, what came over you to ask me this?”

ji-indur

kingsofnumenor:

“I’m not sure.” Elros muses aloud. “Perhaps I’m simply in a bit of a grim mood. Being mortal does leave the mind open to explore all the possibilities one might perish.” He thought for a moment, furrowing his brow. “I too would go by a shark-related end, although really sharks do not bother with humans much.”

“‘Tis must be a grim mood indeed when you ponder about your mortality and what end you might meet.” Ji Indur arched a brow but ended up smiling after all. “They usually do not, no. But when they smell blood you wish you’d be far far away. In battle I have seen a few sailors meet grim ends by the maws of these hungry beasts. I do not hate them for it though. After all we all need to eat. And why would they not go for tasty fresh meat that isn’t fast enough to swim away. But tell me your majesty- will you not live longer than most? Is it still not enough?”

#au #Geez Ji #The immortal wraith asking such a question

ji-indur

"Wait! We forgot your day! Do you want to share Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays?"

“You…you forgot my day? Alas… I must have been away too long from the ocean. I understand. You moved on. You found a better, more loyal corsair. ‘Tis okay… I..I will just…sit over there by the cliffs and wait for the ocean to claim my worthless self.”

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masteroftheseas:

Ossë calmly watched as the little corsair continued to rub his chin and squint and make faces he’d learned meant ‘deep thought’. When Ji Indur gave him a bright smile, he flared out his fins and tilted his head.

“Could he? Well, if you are–”

On a distant, far off shore, a bearded Elf raised a shoe threateningly at the waves before him.

Ossë warbled and flattened his fins, the very image of someone who has been sent to their room without dessert. “… I do not think my Elf wants to share his spotlight.”

It came hardly as a surprise that Círdan would not wish to share his day and yet Ji Indur acted as if this had been a personal affront that had cut him deeply, bright smile slipping away, before he crossed his arms in a huff. “I see. And here I thought our love for you, the sea and beards would have tied us together in a mutual friendship. Ah, how mistaken I was. The fickle nature of the elf is showing once again.”

“Well in that case I take Saturday. For it is a day of rest and games and drinking tea and kahvé while letting one’s thoughts wander. It feels like the right time to let them wander to me and y- I mean- you and me and how worthy we -you- are of every sailor’s worship and adoration.”

#No not the kraken hugs!#We all KNOW where this will end!#D:

ji-indur

"Wait! We forgot your day! Do you want to share Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays?"

“You…you forgot my day? Alas… I must have been away too long from the ocean. I understand. You moved on. You found a better, more loyal corsair. ‘Tis okay… I..I will just…sit over there by the cliffs and wait for the ocean to claim my worthless self.”

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masteroftheseas:

“Of course you do!” the Maia crooned, swooping down to give the tiny human a big, damp, cold hug. “You always have me, little corsair king, you never should doubt that!”

He leaned back on his heels, rocking back to watch as Ji Indur made a show of thinking. He was very much like an Oarni in that way, always being very clear to show his emotions in a display. At the decision, he clicked and trilled, curious and amused.

“You wish to share the day? But that would mean everyone’s worship would be divided even further, between you and my elf and me. Would you not prefer a day where you get half the adoration, instead of one-third?”

“Well... One third of adoration compared to half of it... That is a tough choice indeed.” Of course those who knew Ji Indur knew also that it was not a tough choice at all for him. He loved to bask in the adoration of people- be them men, elves, dwarves or any other sentient being. He’d even take the adoration of the sea gulls and krakens if that was possible.

Another moment passed as he continued his act of appearing deep in thoughts then he finally shook his head, giving Osse the brightest of smiles. “I think one third is fine with me, oh mighty Osse, ruler over the Sea. I would not dare to take half of the admiration from you since you should be the main center of it. And to be allowed to bask in a bit of your glory and Círdan’s wisdom... A corsair could die happily then.”

#Assdgsl #A threesome?#Naughty Osse! XD #Where are your thoughts wandering?

ji-indur

"Wait! We forgot your day! Do you want to share Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays?"

“You…you forgot my day? Alas… I must have been away too long from the ocean. I understand. You moved on. You found a better, more loyal corsair. ‘Tis okay… I..I will just…sit over there by the cliffs and wait for the ocean to claim my worthless self.”

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masteroftheseas:

“No no, little corsair king, it is merely that we created the Sea Appreciation Days before you were even a fertilized seed in your mother’s womb. But surely we must rectify this now– you are just as much a part of the Sea as anyone else. Pick a day, little king, any day.”

A sly smile danced across the corsair’s lips but he kept the dramatic posture and fell back into looking shocked and hurt beyond reason. “Am I truly? Do I still have your trust, your love, your strength on my side to keep my ship afloat for as long as I exist?” he asked with a voice so meek and a tremble of his lower lip that one might think he would start crying any second.

Then he was told to pick a day he shifted into a posture of thoughtfulness, rubbing his bearded chin as he looked deep in thoughts. “Any day? Ah what day indeed? I would not dare to claim the day you share with your beloved wife for she is far greater than I could ever be, king of corsairs or not. I feel it would be too forward to ask for that day. So I think I wish to pick Saturday for ‘tis the day I’d share with Círdan who is not only the greatest elf there is but also a lover of the sea and beards.”

"Wait! We forgot your day! Do you want to share Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays?"

“You...you forgot my day? Alas... I must have been away too long from the ocean. I understand. You moved on. You found a better, more loyal corsair. ‘Tis okay... I..I will just...sit over there by the cliffs and wait for the ocean to claim my worthless self.”

#masteroftheseas

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//A PIRATE’S LIFE FOR ME//

goldenglorfindel

-sneaks up on-

“Pirate…If you think you can surprise me with your presence that easily then you have truly succumbed to the ravages of time…”

He was laying out half dozing in the shade of an elm, arms beneath his head and didn’t move as the wraith came upon him, save to crack open one eye.

ji-indur

“Ah! You’re no fun!” the wraith exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air with an exasperate gesture. Since his reaction was so exaggerated it felt more comical than serious though, lip pulled up to a sulking expression before he slowly sat down a few arms lengths away from the elf. He knew that if he would get too close Glorfindel might raise faster than he’d expect and right now Ji Indur wanted to make sure that his presence did not mean to be dangerous or threatening.

As much as the corsair could be a threat to this particular elf.

“So I see you have finally returned from your travels just as I have. What a funny coincidence. I kept thinking of you and the fun times we had had in the past.” The cocky smile that tugged at the corners of Ji Indur’s mouth showed that he knew very well that the word ‘fun’ might have different interpretations depending who one would ask.

#goldenglorfindel