An Epithet of Doom

Welcome, Child. I am Námo, spouse of Vairë the Weaver, lord of Mandos, Doomsman of the Valar. Make your query quick, Child, I have things to do.  Fëar to be judged

[judgeofarda]

//yes hello someone wanna do something?

[judgeofarda]

//I need to get this blog running again. If you want to plot, come to my inbox and I'll get back to you tomorrow

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judgeofarda replied to your post:Ulmo, Tulkas, Namo, Melkor

You do not mean that, do you, brother?

No, I do not… Killing Melkor, or anyone else, would inflict such pain and damage to my spirit that I fear it may shatter.

You are not going to tell me that would leave your own little brother to the mercy of any of those brutes??

[judgeofarda]

I fear it would. It would be terrible if it were to happen.

If you find them brutes, talk to them about it. Although I doubt it would really change their ideals; you know what they are like.

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Reblog if you are a Silmarillion roleplayer

and your url will be added to a masterlist. OCs welcome! 

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

*sighs pitifully* This again? Can you not accept me as who I am? Your annoying pest?

I do not want an annoying pest.

Sure you do!! Ehehehe! It…. brightens your day! I make you smile! *total sarcasm here*

I have not smiled in eight Valian two days, three hours and seven minutes, in a sense, were we not talking in the Halls.

*blinks* Well no wonder you have wrinkles.

[judgeofarda]

Is that a problem for you?

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

*sighs pitifully* This again? Can you not accept me as who I am? Your annoying pest?

I do not want an annoying pest.

Sure you do!! Ehehehe! It…. brightens your day! I make you smile! *total sarcasm here*

[judgeofarda]

I have not smiled in eight Valian two days, three hours and seven minutes, in a sense, were we not talking in the Halls.

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

A lot more than you, apparently! *flips his own perfect raven hair* Quit undoing my hard work! Though you are right. Blood Orange isn’t your color. Perhaps a more neutral forest green. Yes, I like that better.

I care not what you like; only that you remove yourself from here.

*sighs pitifully* This again? Can you not accept me as who I am? Your annoying pest?

[judgeofarda]

I do not want an annoying pest.

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

*Tears out ribbons* What would you know of such things? This is the fana I like, and so it is the fana I shall stay with.

A lot more than you, apparently! *flips his own perfect raven hair* Quit undoing my hard work! Though you are right. Blood Orange isn’t your color. Perhaps a more neutral forest green. Yes, I like that better.

[judgeofarda]

I care not what you like; only that you remove yourself from here.

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Regaining freedom (Closed)

[nenindis-deactivated20170630]

Great was the amazement she felt then, but no other word she uttered. Líriel followed him in silence as she gazed around at the souls of the others, longing for freedom as well. She pitied them, though it was not in her power to do anything to change their fate.

She was saying nothing, and in a way Námo was glad. The timeless silence of the Halls rarely deserved shattering, and it had a weight about it that settled over all inside; from the fëar to the Ainur that were there.

Turning a corner, the passage widened, and upon the walls were great tapestries, stretching into the distance. Upon them was sewn the history of Arda, and they had not lost their colour, even after Ages had passed since their creation.

Líriel gazed at the tapestries on the walls. Some images could bring gladness, as the forging of Arda or the moment when the Trees shone for the first time, while others bore sorrow. She sought for one story to see how it had ended, yet the detail appeared not to be there.

The singer sighed as she kept walking behind him. She wondered how her new life would be, if she would meet again her father, if she would dance under the trees of Eldamar or if she would see the waves of the Sea again.

[judgeofarda]

There was a crowd of fëar up ahead; a tapestry had been put up just then, and they wished to see what had happened in their absence. They parted for Námo; it happened whether they willed it or not, and they continued down the hall, past more of them- events that had occured recently.

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

You never let me play with your hair anymore!

You should not be playing with my hair in the first place. 

it’s so ratty, though. It needs attention. And ribbons. More ribbons.

[judgeofarda]

*Tears out ribbons* What would you know of such things? This is the fana I like, and so it is the fana I shall stay with.

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

[chaos-in-the-making]

You never let me play with your hair anymore!

[judgeofarda]

You should not be playing with my hair in the first place. 

[judgeofarda]

*braids ribbons in your hair*

*Smacks hand away*

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Regaining freedom (Closed)

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The Noldorin maiden followed the Vala in silence. “Should this mean I am, in truth, to be set free?” she inquired, not believing her own words. Suddenly she felt she wished to leap like a deer, happy and free. Long had it been since the last time Líriel experienced that emotion.

"You are," The words lingered in the air for a moment as they continued walking, and Námo said no more for a while, leading the way through the endless recesses and turns in silence.

Great was the amazement she felt then, but no other word she uttered. Líriel followed him in silence as she gazed around at the souls of the others, longing for freedom as well. She pitied them, though it was not in her power to do anything to change their fate.

[judgeofarda]

She was saying nothing, and in a way Námo was glad. The timeless silence of the Halls rarely deserved shattering, and it had a weight about it that settled over all inside; from the fëar to the Ainur that were there.

Turning a corner, the passage widened, and upon the walls were great tapestries, stretching into the distance. Upon them was sewn the history of Arda, and they had not lost their colour, even after Ages had passed since their creation.

[judgeofarda]

-spray paints pictures on the floors and walls-

*Clears throat pointedly*

[chaos-in-the-making]

-changes form into a guard and pretends innocence-

[judgeofarda]

*Raises eyebrow*

[judgeofarda]

-spray paints pictures on the floors and walls-

*Clears throat pointedly*

[irmolorien-deactivated20190119]

You know what I mean.

I do not. Do you forget that I am not the one who knows everything.

Also do not give that face— It is scary.

[judgeofarda]

...

Somewhere, Irmo, inside your fana, you do know.

What face are you referring to? I have stayed with this fana for a while; you should be used to all the expressions by now.

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Regaining freedom (Closed)

[judgeofarda]

Líriel stood with her back leaned against a pillar as she eyes wandered upon the walls of the Halls of Waiting. For how long had she been there? She could not tell, she could not know what was real and what not. She was accustomed now to being only a floating shape among…

Líriel stood...

The Noldorin maiden followed the Vala in silence. "Should this mean I am, in truth, to be set free?" she inquired, not believing her own words. Suddenly she felt she wished to leap like a deer, happy and free. Long had it been since the last time Líriel experienced that emotion.

"You are," The words lingered in the air for a moment as they continued walking, and Námo said no more for a while, leading the way through the endless recesses and turns in silence.