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@kinglythranduil
// WELP Another OOC post imsrry bout that, I would rather be replying to my rps but unfortunately I scratched my eye today and cant see out of it, had to go to the hospital... so I wont be on for the next little bit as it heals. Looking one eye’d at the computer screen only adds to the already throbbing headache this is giving me. I have bad luck with health things LOL >>
She looked at her phone and sighed. “It’s called a phone. You can use it to talk to anyone in the world. As long you have their number. You can talk to someone that is hundreds miles away. Across the ocean if you want.” She held it up. “You can also use it for research and play games, Almost anything. “ She gave him a small smile. “It’s really handy Though it’s dying. It need to be charged.” Darcy explained.
“He is the all-seeing and all-hearing guardian sentry of Asgard who stands on the rainbow bridge Bifröst to watch for any attacks to Asgard. “ Darcy told him. “He’s not a wizard. Though Loki, he’s a wizard….Or sorcerer is the better term I guess. I am from Midgard or Earth. So he watches over Midgard, Asgard and the other realms. He partly won the role through using his eyesight to see an army of giants several days’ march from Asgard, allowing them to be defeated before they reached Asgard, and making their king a prisoner.” Darcy said. “At least that’s what I was told”
Darcy sighed as she forced herself not to cry in front of him. She made sure, to attempt to keep a brave face. Looking at him, she swallowed hard and looked at him. “I hope so. No offense against your or your kind, you all are lovely.” Darcy bit her lip. “You’re not the first elves I met. Dark Elves attacked Midgard a few years back. They look nothing like you. We won against them. Sent them back from where they came. Thanks to Thor and Jane of course. I was running around trying to stay alive. I have zero fighting skills.”
This world of hers seemed fascinating. He found himself listening intently to each new piece of information she supplied to learn how it all connected to the others. He had read nothing of its like even in the fictitious volumes rarely written in this world, there had been thought of other worlds before - but never had there been any actual evidence of it. She spoke of Gods, and beings that only held the like of the Valar in power yet seemed something else. She must be of great importance to her realm to know such powers, yet she possessed none of her own? And no skill at combat? Peculiar. “No offence has been taken” he gave a nod. In truth he was rather amazed at how she handled the situation at hand, it was a given she would be filled with worry, yet she strove to appear brave in the face of such uncertainty, lesser person would be inconsolable in light of being lost someplace foreign. He was impressed. “It seems you live a life that oft puts you in such dangers” he commented. “Would it not be wise course to train yourself in the ways of combat for protections sake?” he asked. “Surely your world offers such things? Or is it a matter of gender?” human towns and cities among Arda were known to value women less in ways of combat. The same was not said for the Elves.
// Feelin a bit better today. I’ll be around for a bit. ^^ Came up with a few RP ideas....now to track down people interested in them LOL. And to those few I have threads with I am working on them!
// Sorry for being MIA the last few days, sleeping schedules messed up hecka bad, and I feel like butts. But I still live! I’ll try to catch with my rps tomorrow (because I’m about to go to bed)
// A little PSA to my current partners. I’m having people over this weekend so I more than likely wont be on much until Sunday night/Monday.
// WELP Its 7:20am...TIME FOR BED.
The boy always wore his heart on his sleeve. He stared up at the man with eyes like saucers. “Wow, elves! Really? I knew fairies were real but.. ” He trailed off a bit in his state of surprise. Peter would soon forget the name of the Lord mentioned but now he looked around once more as if the new world just opened up for him. “Riven..dell, that is a nice name for a nice place like this!” He stated with a nod, placing both his hands in his sides. It almost looked as if he himself was giving the place permission to be named as such.
“Oh the earth has no hold on me and it never will have! I can go wherever I please!” Peter grinned proudly, hovering just a few inches above ground once more just to demonstrate the ability that had become so natural to him. He was weary to tell the grownup about the secrets of flying though. It was not as if he was obliged to do so, so he wouldn’t. The man seemed to be of no ill will, but even so, the flying boy would always distrust an adult.
“I go by the name Peter Pan.” He said in a clear voice, making a curtsy because he felt like it, and adding rather cockily; “You may have heard of me!”
“It is a well loved place among the elves to be certain, I however favor my own kingdom where forest cloaks from all sides.” his home held a quality a realm like Rivendell could not posses, almost a wildness about it, a secret one could never tell. They were more in tune with the natural world in the woodland realm, and with the threat of the Necromancer banished by the White Council he was proud to say light was returning to the once Greenwood.
“How remarkable” he observed, his eyes following the young one as he floated on the air as one would in the sea. “None I have encountered in this world possessed such a gift. One would need to mount the back of a great winged beast to achieve such things.” With the boys confident introduction he found the amusement reaching his features once again. “It is quite the honor to make such an acquaintance young Peter.” the boy in his naivety was rather sure of himself it seemed, he played along if only to placate him, Children were a rarity among the elves but no less fond to them. “I am King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm” he bowed his head.
“Yes, isn’t it? I am so glad I found it. I have not seen such a happy day in a very long time. Everyone seems to be smiling. It does wonders to lift my spirits.”, she chattered away happily, continuing to move gently with the beat of the music.
Snow gave him an easy smile and curtsied to him. Her respectful greeting was low and elegant, a habit she had not lost since leaving home some months earlier. “It is certainly alright. My name is Snow. I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
She was amazed by his interesting name and his stature and his striking looks. “You aren’t from this land, are you, Thranduil?”, she asked, only interest and curiosity in her kind green eyes.
“I am not” he agreed “My home is deep within a forest known once as Greenwood the Great.” the memory of such a place brought a small smile to his face that turned sad as he continued. “Nowadays it is declared by mortals to be the forest Mirkwood. Things have taken a more sinister turn though the kingdom I call home fights against the darkness.” His gaze was drawn again to the merriment surrounding them. “I would bring this joy back with me if only I were able.” he mused allowed. “Perhaps such a festival could be arranged? I know the woodland elves would take solace in placing their cares aside if only for the evening.” At one time such parties had been common place within his realm, he was thankful to the village before him for a reminder of what joys a gathering like this could bring. “I have told you of my homelands, what place do you hail from?” he asked her, turning a charming smile upon her. “You may dress as one of the people but you have a noble air about you” he commented, her mannerisms and curtsy had not escaped his notice.
Darcy couldn’t offer him anything because knowledge of her realm. Maybe show him some technology she had on her. She had her phone at least. But that was quickly dying. Darcy followed him as they went to a room, that was beautifully crafted. It surely fit a room that belonged a king. While it didn’t have gold or jewels everywhere, it was still elegantly crafted. Darcy felt even more out of place now. She didn’t fit in a place like this.
Darcy sat down and looked at him tucking her hair behind her ear. She pulled out her cell phone and sighed. “Figures. No signal.” Darcy looked at the battery power. “Damn, it’s only at 15 percent” She smiled as she got the water. “Thank you.” She took the glass, filling it with water. She took a sip. “Wow…This water is so refreshing..” She took a long drink. Then she set the glass down. “I don’t know how to get home. I doubt Heimdall can hear me. This is not one of the nine realms, he watches over. Mr. I can see everything and everyone for every second of the day forever..”
Darcy rubbed her face and set her phone on the table. “I hope to be out of our hair soon but with no way to get home, I am not sure….” Her lip trembled and she looked away from him. What if she can’t get home. What if she’s stuck here? This was out of her comfort zone. She covered her face and shook. “Fuck fuck fuck”
Forgoing the wine at present he took the pitcher of water in hand and poured himself a cup full, he was about to help himself to the refreshing waters as the other took a strange device out of her pocket, something small enough to fit comfortable in hand, smooth on one side like glass until she pressed her finger on its surface. As if by magic colours glowed forth from the strange rectangle causing the kings eyebrow to knit together. “A thing of your world?” he asked overcome by curiosity, “What is its purpose?” he found himself asking though she seemed nothing but disappointed at the object. A watcher of nine realms yet she had claimed no king ruled over her homeland. “This Heimdall...not a king perhaps a wizard?” he asked, it was clear from the small pieces of information he had gleamed about her world that it was startlingly different then his own, either this woman was a liar - with an imagination like no other, out of her mind or most unbelievably speaking truth. The device in her hand seemed at the very least though perplexing to point to the latter of the three. “This sighted wizard watches over the nine kingdoms of your world? - and he will not be able to see you here.” this made some amount of sense, even a great wizard power had its limits, though it helped their plight in no way. Things seemed to dawn on the woman as she covered her face, head in hands as profanities slipped from her mouth. He held it not against her given the circumstance. Turning a kind eye on Darcy he spoke, his voice calm as if to give her some measure of reassurance. “If your people were able to open a portal to send you to this world they can no doubt retrieve you as well. It may take time but they will come.” he told her, though he knew not for certain. “You will stay as a guest among the elves until such time. Think of it not as a sentence but as an experience.”
Nimrondell tipped her head, her silver blonde locks shifting and cascading over her shoulder like rays of sunlight slipping through the leaves of spring trees. Without thought she lowered herself to rest on the bottom corner of the bed, her hands folded gingerly into her lap.
“I have attended many feasts and celebrations among my people of Calenardhon. Where every cup is filled with the golden river, which if you do not know is simply a fermented barley. Much like the process of your wine but it has more of a hardy taste rather than that of sweetness. The music is more rugged yet still so beautiful and though I cherish those moments I have not really experience such things among my kin.”
It was true, she had spent some time in Lothlorien but that time had been short. She was unfortunate not to have come across a celebration while in the company of those of the Golden Wood. So this would indeed be her first celebration within the woodland realm as well as amongst her elvish kin.
The elf’s gaze shifted, moving away now from the prince and lingering upon the flickering of the light. The warm glow reminded her of Calenardhon and the great halls. With a fond smile she turned her eyes back to Thranduil, who was now eating as she had suggested he do. This sight inflicted a slight pain within her own stomach for she had given him the food in which she’d intended to eat this afternoon.
“Trivial as it would seem, but do you think that my dress would suffice?”
Where the prince dismissed the choice of clothing, she herself had very little. Only a few articles in which were made for her in Lothlorien, the rest were more in the style of the lands in which she grew up. Surely those were not suitable for a feast of elven company.
Several grapes were consumed as he listened to her speech, wondering briefly at her mention of the fermented barley drink. It was not something he’d yet had the opportunity to taste, though the idea of it did not seem very appealing. The young prince enjoyed the wines his father had brought into the kingdom, favoring mostly the rich Dorwinion with its sweet and heady flavors. To much of such a drink and even the wisest of elves could find themselves within a sleepy daze. “A word of advice for your first of my fathers celebrations” he began, in a perhaps uncharacteristic show of kindness to one he hardly knew, Nimrondell however had already begun to gain the princes favor in their short time conversing. “The wines of the elves are much more potent then any drink of men. As sweet as they seem I suggest you monitor your intake if you’ve not experienced them before." Oh how many a time he’d seen a young ellon or elleths first taste of spirits lead to disastrously embarrassing consequence. He would sacrifice the amusement in this case however. Looking over the others dress he frowned. “It is...quite plain.” he spoke truthfully, a slight wince in his appraising gaze. “Not perhaps unusable if it were to be dressed up with the appropriate accessory?” It came to mind as an after though that he had several silken belts of various bead workings that may work well with the garments colour.
Imagine person A of your OTP trying to secretly kiss person B’s cheek while they’re asleep but B shifts and A accidentally kisses their mouth and pulls back flustered and looks down at a wide eyed B who pulls them back for a real kiss.
// I need a Bard in my life tbh.
PRIVATE - kingly ward (treetopsandstarwalks) ❧ v: kingly ward
After the death of Tauriel’s parents, the king took it upon himself to care for the auburn haired elfling, she became his ward, like a daughter to him in every way she was raised under his watchful eye.
Ingirun had been everywhere. She had seen the shores of Pelargir, ridden the waves of the Bay of Belfalas been as far south as the City of the Corsairs and as far east as Forlindon. She’d seen much of the world, but if there was one place that stuck out above all else, it would have to have been Mirkwood.
Mahal below, she hated Mirkwood.
Everything simply felt heavy, as though the forest itself was weighed down by the sins of all who entered its hallowed halls of bowed branches and gnarled roots. Overall, it was a rather unsettling place. Not to mention–
“Elves.” It just had to be elves; the dwarrowdamn thought she’d kept far enough away from the Wood King’s halls, but based on the greeting she was given, she wasn’t far enough. “I have no quarrel with you or your King”, she called out, still not getting a good look at those approaching, “I just wish to pass through your woods.”
The woods sat deadly quiet, save for the booming voice of the dwarrowdamn as four arrow tips held fast in her direction. The king, stepping out into the clearing took in the sight before him with calm observation. A she-dwarf, unremarkable to the eye save for her beardless face stood lone about the trees. Blade sheathed against his side he approached her, coming to stand a few feet before the other. “A quarrel you may not possess, however you are not to say how I am to react to a trespasser within my wood.” he spoke, his silver-blue eyes startling in colour yet blank of any strong emotion. “You travel through alone?” he frowned, a less than intelligent plan. There was a time when not but the enchantments of the forests and its wild elvish inhabitants were the only cause for concern among travelers, yet now a darker thing took root within the shadows. Creatures most foul had been known to stalk the trees leaving taint within their wake - a constant trouble for the elves who fought to reclaim their homelands. Mirkwood, as the forest was now commonly known was a dangerous place to wander. “If you had sense you would not have come this way. Leave before you call this place your grave.” he warned her.
Peter had moved to sit on the branch now, idly dangling his legs in the air as he watched everyone from above. The architecture and it’s ornaments were beautiful, the boy admired the city’s aesthetic in his own way before his attention was grabbed once more by a group of citizens moving by. He noticed that in comparison, there weren’t as many children, but a lot of adults. How strange and boring! Adults were only talking about business and rules, they fought and rarely had fun - according to Peter that was. Where were the children of this realm?
When the voices of the group were dying away, he could clearly hear a new one coming from very close by. Blue eyes shifted their gaze around for a moment, wondering who he heard. When the man spoke again, Peter spotted him staring, questioning him for using magic. For a moment he just stared back, contemplating on just getting up and flying away but the man seemed to be surprised rather than hostile. That, and he had something regal about him, though the boy wasn’t sure if the thing on his head counted as a crown or not, it was interesting enough to keep him from exploring more.
“Hello there sir!” Peter smiled, flashing his irregular front teeth as he waved a hand.
He pushed himself up a bit before jumping off the branch, landing on the ground below in a perfectly weightless manner.“Can you tell me where I am?”
His goblet of drink was quickly abandoned on the side table as the boy floated down from his perch, a bright and childlike grin plastered across his features. He appeared human - at least as far as the elven king could tell, though he had never seen one dressed from head to toe in tree leaves. He may very well be at home in a place similar to his own by the look of him, however crude the outfit might be. Not only did he appear a child, but gave off the brightness of one as well with his greeting. Eyebrows knitting he found himself smiling amused despite the confusion, “Greetings.” the king replied with a nod of the head.
“You are in the valley of Rivendell, city of the elves under the rule of Lord Elrond, though how you have found yourself here I do not know” the entrances to the great city were heavily monitored, the skies however - he doubted even Elrond took in to account such a way to enter his city. “How is this possible?” he asked again, “You move as if the earth has no hold on you - In all my years I have not seen such a thing.” it was truly incredible. “Who are you penneth?”
// Sorry for my lack of posting over the last few days, I haven’t been feeling well, you know how it is. I will try to get something out tonight! Feel free to IM me if you want to chat.
