▌ ✕ ;; ᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʜɪɢʜ ɴᴏʙɪʟɪᴛʏ

[agirlingrey]

❄ AGIRLINGREY’S ‘holy shit so many milestones’ THEME && ICON GIVEAWAY ❄

          i made this blog 5 months ago && i’ve passed 800 followers already like ajksdfghsjasa ??? thank you so much for being here, all of you ♥ ♥ ♥ for this special milestone && the new year, i’ve decided that TWO PEOPLE will win a customised theme ( with pop ups, background && everything ) + 100 icons !!! i will use an online list randomizer to pick the winners. you must be FOLLOWING ME ( if you unfollow after the giveaway, i will disqualify you from the future giveaways && block you because it’s in very poor taste ), likes && reblogs both count, but only after you reblogged this at least once. you may reblog it as many times as you want, but please be considerate of your followers. the giveaway ends on JANUARY 20TH, 2016. good luck ♥

          THEME EXAMPLES: ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )           ( check out my own blog for a more detailed review of pop ups && other functions ) 

[lady-arryn]

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. And many indeed saw them and the light that shone about them as they came down from the walls and went hand in hand to the Houses of Healing.

pelennors requested: tolkien + favourite romantic relationship

[positivixtea]

A special blend of best Earl Grey with biscuits on the side for @agirlingrey​. Her writing is phenomenal and the way she manages to flesh out a minor character in such a real way is incredible. She’s very creative and cares a great deal for the character she writes and the fantasy world she writes it in. The mun is one of the funniest and kindest people I’ve met on Tumblr. Hands down, one of my favorite roleplayers ever. 

[actiasteeth]

[agirlingrey]

minseokwrites:

“You will pay dearly for it.“ 

“This usually works.“ 

“You know what, you don’t need all this.“ 

“Oh, that’s very cute.“ 

“Perhaps you should be welcoming me.“ 

“Listen—listening is dangerous. Talking, more so.“ 

“Things aren’t looking so good for quiet existence either." 

"This is just part of the natural process of winning." 

"There it is again." 

"I’ve been receiving some odd text messages." 

"Maybe this conversation was one not meant to be." 

"Some things don’t come back." 

"This was not supposed to happen—not here." 

"But we are here and now, and this is not there and then." 

"What’s a few lives?" 

"I am pretending as hard as I can." 

"I’m not scared of them." 

"This will not be easy. I wonder if anything ever will be." 

"I’d like to think that I’m home." 

"But memories prove nothing." 

"This is not what I wanted to tell you." 

"Look past the things you think you see." 

"Life solves the problems we hope it won’t." 

"You may hear from me again." 

"That was the most worried I’ve been in some time." 

"I’m going to miss this." 

"What is next for any of us?" 

"Death, presumably. With some stuff before that." 

"The terror you feel in quiet moments is not misplaced—just mistimed." 

"It is easy to return, difficult to leave." 

"Perhaps freedom was never an option." 

"I don’t think there’s anything I can do." 

"I can see blood." 

"And what if I told you you could kill your imperfect self?" 

"The only thing more terrifying than seeing the Devil is no longer being able to see the Devil." 

"Perhaps I should be quiet." 

"They think he will live." 

"I have never been so relieved to be safe, and so disappointed to be shorted my vengeance." 

"I’m sure there is vengeance to be found. I’m sure I will find it." 

"You have always been important." 

"Our time and space will match again someday." 

"Words—no. These are just strange noises I’m making with my face." 

"Someone has to be to blame." 

"People die all the time for all different kinds of reasons. I wouldn’t worry if I were you." 

"Do you think everything will turn out alright?" 

"We all know how this—and everything else—ends." 

"Is this what it is like to die?" 

"You are imagining everything and perceiving nothing." 

"Are we living a life that is worth the harm?" 

"We could have done something." 

"We have failed ourselves." 

"Where have I seen you before?" 

"I don’t like the adjectives ‘new’ or ‘longtime'—they suggest there was a past before me." 

"Do it now." 

"But you can't—it’s very illegal." 

"There are some people who don’t understand progress, you know." 

"What an interesting way to smile." 

"We aren’t going anywhere." 

"You’re so cold." 

"I rarely feel anything at all." 

"That should not have taken this long." 

"Don’t come any nearer." 

"All is not well; most is not well." 

"I do not think they will be gone for long." 

"We must be the heroes we look for in others.”

[aliviaar]

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; telcxntar

          So much had CHANGED in recent years. 

               Minas Tirith was healing;   stones and halls of white were cleaned                  and repaired once more,       and the flags flew proud over the city.                   A kingdom being put back together,    finding  IDENTITY  after  so                   long. 

          And yet, while so much had changed — some things were ever the               same. One war had been won; THE War. But peace was not to be              found yet. 

                He had been expecting Faramir; when the younger son of Denethor                   approached,    he was greeted with a smile — scarce and touched                    with the STRESS of upcoming conflict,   but there regardless. The                    tick upward of it at one corner,       the wry humor that touched grey                   eyes,    hinted that he did recognize the words,    though he did not                   acknowledge the symmetry verbally. 

          ❝ Faramir. ❞   The greeting was warm; familiarity ( and was that relief? )              and welcome at once.    He rose; a quiet dismissal was given to those               he had been speaking with prior to his arrival. ❝ Thank you for coming              so swiftly.  I have need of your aid. You have heard of the uprisings on              the eastern borders? ❞

  The warm welcome && the glint of recognition alike were given in the manner that Faramir EXPECTED them. Yet both reactions were delivered beneath a veil of KINGLY courtesy, && he was quick to understand the message. He waited respectfully && as still as a statue as the king dismissed all those in the white hall.

  Even after all these years && visiting the White City as often as at least once a month, it felt queer to see the grand black throne OCCUPIED, rather than collecting dust as a relic from a long-lost world. But it was a change Faramir would never complain about: his only wound regarding this was that his BROTHER did not live to see the return of the king && the white tree blooming once more.

    ━━━ ❝ I have. One of your captains’ squire brought me the message, not a fortnight past. I was patrolling the southern borders then, elsewise I would have come SWIFTER. ❞

  Though the conversation shifted his thoughts to a grimmer place, it was also EASIER to deal with: for it was in the nature of men to meet the enemy on the field more bravely than GRIEF in one’s heart. Perhaps his shieldmaiden wife was not so far off the mark when she claimed men were ‘backwards creatures.’

   ━━━ ❝ Though the lad did not share much details, as I doubt anyone saw fit to share them with HIM. How serious is it? Grave enough to call upon the King of the Mark? ❞

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; agirlingrey

     The intensity of his gaze which was now solidly pinned upon her features were unnerving her greatly, so Alys averted her eyes fully from him and turned her attention back to the dusty, old tome. She read the names and traced the lines as she had before, yet her head was not fully in it for her attention was divided. For a moment she felt spiteful of this strange man for imposing his company upon her, but she kept her wrath in check. She had developed a tendency of getting very easily prickly and offended by other people’s actions as well as words – while it was understandable given the events of past year, she was aware that it was getting quite tiresome nonetheless.

     His words startled her, and more so his tone. They rang with wisdom, yet also a distrust in his fellow Men. She could understand the latter, even though she didn’t necessarily agreed with it. “It wasn’t learning the knowledge that caused our ancestors so much trouble, it was acting on it.” Alys argued without lifting her eyes, though her voice was mild. “A man or a woman might learn anything, even the foulest of knowledge, and yet not fall into temptation. There can be no harm in learning for the sake of learning.” Her words were suited for a more ideal world perhaps, and she almost anticipated him to correct her in that fashion.

     Her eyes travelled upon the names of the people long dead, trying to find any memories of her mother speaking of her family to spark any hints. She didn’t have much to go on, for her mother always spoke so little of them. She was wont to grow melancholic whenever Alys asked about it, thus she never pressed the issue. It wasn’t until she heard his introduction did her eyes snap back up to his face again, full of surprise and uncertainty.

     “You’re the son of the reigning steward?” Her voice had a doubtful quality to it. It seemed to her that people of such high rank should have better things to do than talk to strangers in forgotten corners of a library – yet she also found it hard to believe that anyone would lie so enormously.

  It wasn’t easy for Faramir to hold back a smile then, but with the greatest of efforts, he managed. With anyone else, he may have displayed his reactions FREELY, but not with this young woman. Her commanding presence he’d noted earlier was even more prominent now that she spoke with UTTER CONVICTION, an endearing stubbornness colouring her features.

     ━━━ ❝ 'Tis a wonderful thought, my lady. I truly wish it were as you said. ❞

  He was no longer the naive young man who thought the world split into GOOD PEOPLE && BAD PEOPLE, with no shades of grey in between. It was in the nature of Men to live in the shades of grey: even the WORST sort of man could be capable of love && simple acts of kindness, in the same manner that even the most kind-hearted && learned men could fall into TEMPTATION of darkness.

     ━━━ ❝ And yet I fear it is in our nature to heed the call of evil. As our ancestors once said in a rhyme: ‘There's no light without darkness, no courage without fear, no salvation without sin, no life without death. THE DEVIL is in all of us. That's what makes us HUMAN.’ I wish it were otherwise, but such is the truth, thus even the best of us must constantly wage battle against the evil within ourselves.❞

  The uncertainty && nervousness which entered her bright gaze upon learning his identity was precisely the reason why he sought to keep it a secret until now. People treated him differently, DISTANTLY, when they found out, which brought him naught but awkwardness && shame. Though to be fair, the lady in question was ALREADY distant enough, even when she thought him a mere resident. Even now, he could plainly see the coldness && skepticism which radiated beneath the steely grey pair, as opposed to the fear he so dreaded.

    ━━━ ❝ The YOUNGER son, my lady. Hence why I am free to spend a whole day in the library, without any interruption or summons. ❞

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

( got tagged by @agirlingrey to put my music library on shuffle and repost the first 10 tracks that come up. )

my way - frank sinatra

glory and gore - lorde

killing me softly - roberta flack

dreams - stevie nicks

back in black - acdc

shooting the moon - ok go

no one like you - scorpions 

no more mr. nice guy - alice cooper

the last goodbye - billy boyd

kidnap the sandy claws - korn

i tag: @evcnstcr, @finarfiniel, @shieldarmed, @celevonthel, @ofkiingly && @woodspirited ( this is my awkward attempt to break the ice with new mutuals !!! )

[fyeahtheraceofmen]

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

glory and g o r e go hand in hand { shamelessly inspired by this }

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; ofstcrlight

The sight of the Eldar was no rarity in Ithilien, not since the woodland prince asked for && had been granted permission by Faramir to settle an elven colony in its woods. It was, however, strange enough to see one this far NORTH, so near the city itself. They preferred ISOLATION, Faramir had found, stubbornly remaining in their forests as much as dwarves with their underground settlements. He thought they were all mad for preferring such ENCLOSED spaces to open moors && seaside towns. ‘But to each his own.’

     ━━━ ❝ This path leads to Emyn Arnen, my lady. Should you wish to see your kin, you ought to take the southron road instead. ❞

  The elven maiden in question was not FROM the colony in Ithilien, that much was plain. Her garb was less rich && more ragged compared to those of the said prosperous colony, && she had a nervousness in her stance which he had not witnessed for a long while.

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; eldarscion

 It never failed to startle him to see his own children almost reaching his own height && Elboron sparring with him like A GROWN MAN rather than a child whom Faramir used to merely humour. The shock was even more prominent when he encountered with the ‘CHILDREN’ who have been out of his sight for a while, thus when he laid his eyes upon Elessar’s son, it truly made him falter at mid-step. Before him was a true scion of Aragorn almost at his manhood, looking SO much like his father that it would be considered UNCANNY. 

      ━━━ ❝ Pardon me, young man. I was looking for the LITTLE prince of Gondor. But it appears he’s nowhere to be found. Would you know where he is? ❞

  His voice was laced with HUMOUR, and a tinge of curosity as to whether Eldarion would recognise him or not. His visits have grown less frequent once he began building a family for himself, yet he would not soon FORGET the days when he would play with the little prince when his father was otherwise occupied.

[agirlingrey]

the thrilling ‘ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ’ saga continues with the middle-earth edition. ( @daughterofforgottenkings, @lordofemynarnen, @oxkenbranch, @woodcrowned && @ofstcrlight ) (◡‿◡✿)

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; replies owed: @shicldmaiden, @telcxntar && @agirlingrey ▌ ✕ ;; starters owed: @eldarscion && @ofstcrlight​

( I’m having a busy week at work, but I will work on everything I owe asap EDIT: THIS WEEKEND. If I’m forgetting anyone, please let me know. )

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; starter call

I think I set up this blog sufficient enough ( for now ) that I can begin roleplaying in earnest. Please LIKE THIS POST for a random starter && SEND A MESSAGE for more specific plots.

[agirlingrey]

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

   ❝ I have seen your sister in my f i r e s,       fleeing from this marriage they have made for HER.       Coming h e r e, to you. A girl in grey on a dying horse,       I have seen it plain as day. It has not happened yet, but it will. ❞

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; telcxntar

  Fully armoured && ready for battle as he had been many times before, Faramir bowed low in front of the great throne. This hall of white marble was utterly familiar to him for he once called this place HOME. It welcomed him accordingly now && he felt as though he was greeting an old friend rather than a proud king upon a throne. In a way, it was BOTH at once.

       ━━━ ❝ My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command? ❞

  The smile which made into his face after speaking the words were secretive, mischievous && almost CHILDISH, even. They were the very first words Faramir spoke to him – a fact that the King undoubtedly remembered.

[lordofemynarnen-blog]

▌ ✕ ;; shicldmaiden

  Before him stood one of the fairest women he’d ever laid eyes upon, yet it was a fairness MARRED by hardship && pain. There was no trace of warmth in her grey eyes as she looked upon them, instead, it was a gaze filled with SUSPICION. As Mithrandir spoke to the battered King of Rohan ( though it seemed to Faramir as though he was speaking more to his unnerving ‘advisor’ ) she stood MOTIONLESS - as though a statue carved from marble, nay, MITHRIL. For her sadness was not a frail one, he sensed, && she appeared to him as strong. Like a steel gauntlet wrapped in a SILK glove.

  The emotions behind her gaze changed when landed on the king && her eyes were filled a COOL PITY. It was a dark && sad expression which Faramir would never want to be directed at himself from anyone.

  His attention was stolen away by the sudden movements of his companions. He heard Gimli curse in a language he did not understand ( though it certainly DID sound like a curse ) as was his wont. Faramir took a defensive position like his comrades && his hands found the hilt of his sword, even though none DARED to approach them openly just yet. Mithrandir closed in on the faded throne, a visible light of POWER radiating about him.