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Day 2: Nienna, Lady of Mercy
“She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began.”
Things I like to know about rp partners!!
FILL IN:
i like to be called: tia is my long loved nickname everywhere. i’ve also been called goldiemun in the past (because I also write for goldberry)
my favourite colour is: pink!
gender: cis female .
one thing you should know about me: i cope with everything by laughing, self depreciation, and dank memes. is it healthy? no. am i doing it anyway? yep.
one thing you should know about my muse: she is a lot more important that people give her credit for and is more than just her sadness
first language: english
second language: the american educational system has failed me
HIGHLIGHT:
age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+
am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no (no smut on nienna tho)
my favourite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other
oc friendly?: yes | no | depends
rp blog: does | doesn’t contain ooc posts
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Tagged by: @vezely (thank you! im honored!) Tagging: @naragukil @edhelaran and anyone else who wants to! :D
Quietly curls around the Nienna with a huff, bringing her into his embrace.
Gentle arms, cool to the touch and shrouded in grey, encircle him and she rests her form’s cheek against his shoulder. She purposefully dims her soft light for she has no wish to accidentally hurt him with it.
Nienna lets out a weary sigh that echoes with music reminiscent of a time long past when things of this world had yet to become a reality. Slowly, the Lady of Tears lets herself melt further into his embrace, laying down her burdens for a moment – only a moment, for she knows she must take them up again soon enough – and allowing herself to feel every single thing his presence inspires:
Sadness, peace, pain… Love.
Here, in this space, in his arms, she does not let her grief become a wall, but rather an outpouring of her love. She cannot tame the growing darkness in him but she can embrace him within it.
Later, she knows she will weep all the more.
Nienna by Wavesheep
Stunning
nobleevenstar:
Grief. It fell in tireless waves as weary shoulders slowly heaved in sorrow. Would ever it end? This pain of loss? How it weighed so heavily at her frame, pulling her inward to herself even more. Gaze lifted slowly to meet the figure in the garden, hidden from the valley flooded with grief below. What comfort it was, to know she was not ALONE in this sorrow.
No question was asked, nor introduction offered, for the woman spoke in kindly voice Arwen’s name, and a single tear slid down porcelain cheek. Relief swelled in her breast at the contact – her first in days of solitude and isolation – and Arwen broke into wracking sobs as she took comfort in the distant embrace. In that moment she knew her pain was not endured alone, and it inspired her voice from under the sorrow.
“Thank you…”
“Your pain is felt as my own, Child. You should not have to endure it alone.”
It always pains her to see the First Children cry. Unlike Men, their sorrow lasts longer and runs deeper. Time is the gift and curse of the elves and does not always heal every hurt.
And Nienna can understand the isolation. She partakes in it herself more often than not. Though loneliness comes with it, sometimes it is sorely needed in moments of sorrow. Sometimes, misery is enough company on its own. For all the anguish it brings, grief is such a curious thing; moved through and processed in different ways by different people. For the Lady of Sorrow, she has seen and experienced it all for ages.
“I know you wished to be alone. Would you allow me to bring you to a solitary place of comfort? Here is beautiful enough but there are none to tend to you here should you need it.”
violentwavesofemotion:
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.”
— Edgar Allan Poe, from The Works Of Edgar Allan Poe Vol.2
sorry for the radio silence! i’ve been dealing with some life stuff that’s really hard and not easy to get over! thank you all for your patience <3
lonely sentence starters
“Long time no see! How’re you holding up?” “You clearly weren’t expecting me.” “I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.” “I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.” “You’ve been quiet lately.” “How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.” “Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?” “This is supposed to be a party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.” “Has nobody come to see you?” “Do you want me to leave?” “When’s the last time you went outside?” “Do you even want to see anyone?” “You seem lonely…” “Don’t you have any friends?” “I don’t mind keeping you company.” “Do you really have this place all to yourself?” “Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.” “I’d visit you more often if I had the time…” “I am your friend. You’ve got me.” “Are you lonely?” ———- “I just want to be left alone.” “I’ve been so alone.” “You’re the first person to visit me in ages.” “I wish you’d visit more often.” “I’m just so sick of being alone all the time.” “No, of course I’m not lonely.”
Nienna. Lady of Mercy
(she’s awesome, really)
ooc; hey all! if you dont hear from me for a few days it’s because i’m going to be without internet because we’re getting a new roof put on!
thread ideas i designed to destroy myself:
- a super taciturn and ‘ice queen/king/monarch’ trope character meeting nienna and just... breaking down in front of her bc she knows and feels for every single bad thing that has ever happened to them
- VISITING SOULS IN MANDOS
- nienna interacting with cute children and they try to make her smile
Nienna and Olorin by ivanalekseich
naragukil:
“Then let us away from here.”
Valinor. Too pristine, too beautiful. The last he had truly been there was when the ore was being set in the earth, the magma filling its veins and mountains soared and valleys delved and all the deep places of the earth made dark but wondrous. Then there was now, when an age clung to the ground, made him feel old and the woman at his side a wondrous star. Even if he was not rendered into this terrible thing by Morgoth’s machinations, would Eru have allowed their union in so dissimilar a rank betwixt them? Of the few people he desired, Nienna was among them. A gray clearing in the blackness that was becoming his heart.
So, it was not to Yavanna’s pastures they would walk, or the forests or Oroma that spanned far and away, but the gray ocean heavens that still existed in Nienna’s realms. A wine-dark sea beat against plunging cliffs, something he admired more than stark greenery or blackest night.
Their hands fit together too well, he thought. Like they could’ve been made to be. It was a deep expression for those who could sing what they wished into existence, one Sauron could easily accept.
She among the Fëanturi who ruled the places of dream and death, the gray places that grief fit among so well. Perhaps it was why, a Valarind not totally of darkness and evil, but no longer good, found sanctuary in her.
“Do you remember the time when we made our Theme? When Eru showed us the visions in the Timeless Halls of what was to become extant, sweet Nienna?”
It was somehow fitting that he should choose this place out of all others where existed a landscape that was a mournful yet calm reflection of her own being. It was a place that remained often deserted save for her own presence. There were not many in existence that would willingly choose to come here, let alone into her presence. It soothes and awes her that he has chosen to not let grief, whether hers or his, become a wall between them.
“I do remember. Then I was still uncertain of my place in it all. The others found their purpose so quickly. Their voices were so vibrant compared to mine. For a time I merely sang along as I was bid, more of a spectator than anything else.”
Though she was formed of the same cosmic matter, the same train of the One’s thought as the other Fëanturi, she had always been different than they were. Nienna was quieter and muted; her role in the Great Theme did not make itself known until much later and, when it had, she had come to the crushing and yet sound realization of who and what she was meant to be. She could never grudge the way she was made or the purpose she was meant to fulfill. She did not rage against her pain. Rather the Lady of Sorrow walked with it and through it with the patience and strength that only she could possess. Others of the Ainur would have surely crumbled under the weight of such a position.
“I won’t ever forget the reactions when I finally made my voice heard...They’ve never looked at me the same way after everything was said and done. I sometimes wonder whether I should have done it at all or if it was so jarring to be heard...”
OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS
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APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account
ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath
ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling
ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes
DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause
HEPHAESTUS sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprings for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles
HERA resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold
HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers
POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects,handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow
ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch
Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow as the, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned into lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are on the West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry for her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world.
J.R.R. Tolkien, Valaquenta (via andletforsakendidodie)
