minstrel

A bard is the essential spirit of the clan; he is the linking ring, the golden cord which unites the manifold ages of the clan, binding all that is past with all that is yet to come. Ind. Lindir (lord of the rings) blog, book based, mun of age

[bringeroflight]

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                                     "And to what do I owe the pleasure?“

[lxrilla]

“Nay my lady, the plesaure is all mine, as well as the honour. My lord Elrond gifts you this goblet of wine, as well as his best regards and the hope that your stay is a comfortable one.”

[wnq-writers]

You shot me and I apologized for getting blood on your carpet.

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[elvenking]

Lindir -  {sindarin} singer

[elvenking]

Tolkien’s characters

[finduilas-faelivrin]

Bilbo and Lindir by Melkrir

[rulerofthewoodlandrealm]

"Ah," Thranduil replied, the lack of interest he displayed forcefully faked. He did, in fact, very much desire to know what the many things were, that Lindir had heard and it was remarkable, for his interest and curiosity were not sparked as lightly anymore, as they had been thousands of years ago, when the world had been new and full of wonders, full of light to discover instead of shadows to hide from.       Not everything the other elf had heard could be good. Thranduil even doubted most of it was, knowing the attitude other elves had towards the elves of the woodland. Surely, though, Lindir would leave out all the parts that were controversial. "You certainly heard right. About the wine, that is. We prefer the ground to dance on.” Not that nobody had ever danced on anything but the ground, but Lindir did not need to know, nor was it as bad as the elf lord surely thought it was. Their parties were more cheerful, less forcefully serene, less semblance and more substance. A fine smile appeared on Thranduil’s features, stringing the information Lindir offered together to paint a picture of the most delicate colors. Realizing Lindir had revealed he had never tasted the wine and that he was not good holding his liquor, the Elvenking wondered why he had chosen this path for himself. Surely, he could not judge the wine’s taste, if he had never tried. A pity.       And while his sensitivity to alcohol could clearly be an exaggeration, the fact he had never tasted Dorwinion was a miracle.       “So, does that mean you have never tasted my wine? Not once, all the times I sent some to the lords and ladies of Imladris?” Offense, suggested where there was none, purely for his benefit, colored his voice. And so he turned and reached for a glass, he had left standing on the balcony, to extent it towards Lindir.           What feast would it have been, if he had found himself without something proper to drink, even if he found himself alone outside and beneath the stars?       “Please, allow me to offer some wine of my own.” Thranduil did not share with everyone and he certainly did not share from his own cup. The Elvenking was certain, Lindir would realize it could be seen as offense now, if he was to reject, as much as he was certain that the elf would not suffer negative consequences from one sip of wine.

[lxrilla]

Getting offered a glass of wine was one thing. Getting offered the king's glass of wine a different thing entirely. It was not something Lindir could ever dream of declining. He might as well draw one of the guard's swords that had been positioned by the doors out of their sheaths and stab himself, it would spare him the shame of having Elrond reprimand him. Elrond had never, Elrond would never. Lindir made certain of that. It occured to him now that revealing his lack of practise when it came to drinking was not a wise move. He should have known that the elvenking would salt any wound he might find. He was in the position to. Lindir had to admit to himself that he too would mock those who shared not the noble rank. 

Lindir tried to morph his expression into one he might wear, if he were offered something he really liked. He would be honoured, if the king had meant to honour him. He obviously did not. The minstel had been a minstel for quite a while now, and faking expressions had turned into an easy task, so he countered the obvious challenge with a humble smile, a slender hand on his plum-coloured robes where his heart laid caged in his chest. "Your majesty, you spoil me." The crystalline in the king's slender fingers was eyed faintly suspiciously, then the apparent joy returned to the brown hues when they darted back up into Thranduil's azures. 

Lindir's fingers curled around the cup as he accepted it with a bow of his head. "To you, your grace. May the Valar bless you and your own." He raised it above his head, careful not to spill the crimson beverage and took a sip. He was unable to pass valid judgement, having not tried enough other wines to compare. Wine simply had the nasty taste of something so sharp, Lindir almost wrinkled his nose. It was too intense for the elf who favoured gentle and softer drinks like rose water or honeyed milk. "It tastes exquisite, but too grand for me." he admitted, returning the glass. The wine glowed redly like the setting sun in the moonlight, as if to taunt him. "My untrained palate is unable to appreciate such intensiveness. Though I assure you, my lord Elrond is not as crude as I am praises your wine with loud fervor."

[lxrilla]

// like this for a small greeter uvu

[waterffalls]

The 23rd gif in your folder is what you do when you are about to die.

[lxrilla]

[lxrilla]

                               ❝It has been said, ‘time  h e a l s  all wounds.’                                    I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time,                                    the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them                                    with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But                                    it is never gone.❞

[markedasinfernal]

Lindir with his harp, by MellorianJ

[lestranqe]

Elf Names 

↳ Lindir [Sindarin] ⟡ Singer

[mithriltitties-deactivated20150]

These two will be the death of me

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made with HirotoStardust

[theforestrealm]

Let’s take a moment to better appreciate the beauty of this elf.

[bb8pls-deactivated20161030]

LOOK AT BOFUR’S FACE WHEN BILBO IS SAYING GOODBYE. WHO THE FUCK ALLOWED THIS. WHAT THE FUCK.

[lxrilla]

"You're not exactly catching me at my best."

"I am catching you unarmed and that is your luck." These were not even Lindir’s chambers and the dwarf was a clever minx to be searching it. Lord Gondaer resided here and he was a gruff elf, not known for softness or mercy, but also possessing enough riches to make this tour worthwhile. Lindir had spotted the dwarf climbing the deep green plants that snaked their path up the wall, then enter the room through the window with more grace than he had expected. "The lord will not be as gracious. I will present your company your head if he finds you here." 

[lxrilla]

The Mummy Returns Inspired Starters

"No harm ever came from opening a chest."

"These guys don't use doors."

"If you see anyone come running out screaming, it's just me."

"What are you talking about? I missed."

"Only the journey is written, not the destination."

"Perfect for sneaking up on people which is a very good thing."

"He ain't happy without a good curse."

"There is a fine line between coincidence and fate."

"If a man does not embrace his past, he has no future."

"Who the hell you been messing with this time, huh?"

"You mean more attractive, sweet and devilishly charming?"

"See those sacred stones? they'll never cross those."

"If there's going to be any hysterics, they'll come from me."

"I was forced to find an alternative means of transportation."

"I take it that's not a good thing?"

"Why don't you just give me one good reason."

"As long as I don't get shot."

"Where is all this stuff written?"

"Put your mask on; let's not scar that pretty face."

"My dad is going to kick your arse."

"I haven't lost it, I just can't find it; there's a difference."

"Go to hell and take your friends with you."

"Okay, now you're starting to scare me."

"Those knickers are not mine."

"You're not exactly catching me at my best."

[rulerofthewoodlandrealm]

      “Lindir,” the Elvenking replied easily, not turning his head away from the spectacle of a night sky, sprinkled with stars and brightened by the moon, deeming it worth his attention more than the elf, who had come up right beside him. At least for a short moment longer. Naturally, he would have had to admit, the sky was a sight he was more familiar with than the Noldor elf and the sky was less likely to take offense. Taking both for valid reason, he turned his head to face Lindir and gave a small smile. Not friendly, in nature, but not disdainful either. Knowing, maybe in the same way that Lindir’s smile was.      The Noldor’s antiques were well known to him and while he didn’t appreciate the way the other elf seemingly judged him and his kin, Thranduil found enjoyment in their interactions. The way Lindir was always polite, always courtly, always kept his true thoughts hidden so well, that not even the Elvenking could be absolutely certain he was right about the other, was intriguing and challenging.     Banter, he would have called their conversations, not knowing how serious both of them were at times.

      “It is true. Your festivities prove to be a little simple and unmotivated, but I have not heard complaint, nor have I seen reason to offer such,” the Elvenking proved his own words wrong by hiding complaint in harmless statement. Finally turning fully towards the other, his hand found the railing of the balcony, where starlight shone upon the wood, and now his long, delicate fingers. No light was quite as beautiful as starlight and starlight was never quite as beautiful, when it was reflected by the skin of an elf.       “You awoke my curiosity. What is it, that the elves in Imladris hear and tell that makes you conclude such thing?”

[lxrilla]

The white stones of the king's rings reflected the shimmer. Lindir would be lavishing himself with jewels as well, if he were a king, but he was a minstrel, no matter if noble-born. He was not to outshine the lords and ladies in their silks and furs. It was a shame really, they sometimes gifted him with rings of rubies and sapphires, and ornate daggers, none of which he ever used. He had no need for weapons, knew not how to wield them, disliked the thought of roughening his soft fingers meant for more delicate things.

"Oh, I heard quite a many things, your majesty." he replied soberly, considering very carefully what to reveal. Some things were pleasant, others certainly not. Perhaps the king ought not hear how his lords had talked about some of the silvan she-elves that were amongst his armed soldiers. Certainly with more appetite than for today's roasted beef. Neither should the she-elves, they were known for their temper and Lindir saw how one of them had beaten the lords Elladan and Elrohir in a spar. The elleth in question was still grinning smugly inside the hall, ablaze with laughter and music. 

"I heard that Dorwinion is a very strong wine." He had never tried it before, even though at times, very seldomly, it was served at their banquetts. Whenever lord Elrond received some from the woodland realm. "Of course to me every wine is strong." His smile widened a little, it was yet another shame. He was surrounded by delicacies and temptations and had to resist all of them to remain professional. Plenty of his fellow bards had lost their positions because they had disgraced themselves. Their loss was Lindir's gain. It was all about being descreet. "Dances can end on the table I heard."