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suddenly remebers all the effort and time I put into malda
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@maldaofdurin
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suddenly remebers all the effort and time I put into malda
hey anyone wanna rp
LEGAL NAME: Luhdzil; Known as Malda Gamilul of the Iron Hills
NICKNAME[S]: Zil, Zilu(Only by close family) Maldy
AGE: 93
DATE OF BIRTH: December 9th
GENDER | SPECIES: Female / Dwarf
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kibilnâla-bizar, Ered Luin
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: A princess in the Iron Hills
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Common, Khuzdul, Basic Sindarin and Medical Quenyan
EDUCATION: Well-versed in Dwarven history, Literate, and knowledgeable of most dwarven crafts
OCCUPATION: Healer/Noblewoman
CRIMINAL RECORD: None
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | Yes | No
LIKE[S]: Amethysts, Blades, Crossbows, Herbs, Mutton
DISLIKE[S]: Orcs, Her Uncle Dain
FEAR[S]: A life of Idleness
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Stubborn, Mercyful, Leader, Restless, Mothering
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOR: Auburn
EYE COLOR: Gold
HEIGHT: 4’5”
WEIGHT: 87 lbs
TATTOOS: Clan Crest on her lower back
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: Gromil-85 (deceased)
PARENT[S]: Gamil (deceased) & Dalma (deceased)
CHILDREN: None
PETS[S]: None
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Men
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Betrothed
SINCE WHEN: age 60
LEGAL NAME: Luhdzil; Known as Malda Gamilul of the Iron Hills
NICKNAME[S]: Zil, Zilu(Only by close family) Maldy
AGE: 93
DATE OF BIRTH: December 9th
GENDER | SPECIES: Female / Dwarf
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kibilnâla-bizar, Ered Luin
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: A princess in the Iron Hills
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Common, Khuzdul, Basic Sindarin and Medical Quenyan
EDUCATION: Well-versed in Dwarven history, Literate, and knowledgeable of most dwarven crafts
OCCUPATION: Healer/Noblewoman
CRIMINAL RECORD: None
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | Yes | No
LIKE[S]: Amethysts, Blades, Crossbows, Herbs, Mutton
DISLIKE[S]: Orcs, Her Uncle Dain
FEAR[S]: A life of Idleness
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Stubborn, Mercyful, Leader, Restless, Mothering
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOR: Auburn
EYE COLOR: Gold
HEIGHT: 4'5"
WEIGHT: 87 lbs
TATTOOS: Clan Crest on her lower back
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: Gromil-85 (deceased)
PARENT[S]: Gamil (deceased) & Dalma (deceased)
CHILDREN: None
PETS[S]: None
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Men
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Betrothed
SINCE WHEN: age 60
In honor of finals, a raging blizzard, and needing to release some stress, here’s my short cover of Frozen’s “Let It Go”, with less “PG” lyrics, but probably a lot more true to its original message.
*Explicit, yet kinda honest language. beware*
THANK YOU THIS IS PERFECT FOR MY LIFE.
Omg. My lyrics turned in a gifset. You sir, just made my day.
Handmade crowns by Elemental Child.
i’m not gonna survive the next movie… what’s going to happen to them???!! o(╥﹏╥)o
this is my first try of doing this kind of gif, so please excuse the crappyness
check out the separate drawings here and here (~˘▾˘)~
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"Aye? It was me mum who taught me to fight, and to heal." She lifted the hem her her shirt, peeling it away from the inflamed skin. "All are honorable crafts among the dwarves." She pulled fresh bandages from her pack over the wound. Wrapping it several times until the blood hardly showed.
"I do not have a mother..or a father.." She admitted, "My brother was the only thing I had left of family." She added on, "where is it you are heading?" Nimueh was curious, her eyes upon her new friend.
"My parents are gone too...so is me brother." She stated solemnly. "I'm headed west...My road took me south to find a safer crossing of the misty mountain." She tied a knot and let the girl lie back down again. "Lie still there for a bit, until you feel well enough to move to a camp."
//offline
//for now
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"That should help with the fever and to slow the bleeding." She stated. "Aye, I’d forgotten that even in Rohan, women are forbade to fight." She grimaced. "If you can sit up, I’ll need you to take up yer bodice so i can wrap the wound."
Nimueh tried to sit up, though it hurt her to do so. “My brother taught me to fight. He made my bow, he taught me how to use a sword.” Nimueh commented, a smile on her face remembering. “I practise in my spare time, whenever I can.”
"Aye? It was me mum who taught me to fight, and to heal." She lifted the hem her her shirt, peeling it away from the inflamed skin. "All are honorable crafts among the dwarves." She pulled fresh bandages from her pack over the wound. Wrapping it several times until the blood hardly showed.
IC rp chat.
Please be at least semi literate.
Be nice. (Aka don’t come in and wreck the place.)
Keep OOC in brackets.
Tolkien Universe setting, but anyone is welcome if they feel they’d fit in to the universe.
AKA: Please no ‘modern’ muses. Nothing kill’s the Tolkien vibe like someone talking about their car.
Smaug has vacated the chat. Sorry I guess I have to add another rule, you can be an antagonistic muse, but don’t start a huge fight. This is a social bar chat.
In here as Bard, but come join, please.
Please come join!
//there done with replies *screams*
thesonofdurin approaches
"Far too long since I’ve seen a friendly face among these parts I dare say. Well met." she let a small smile cross her features.
It had been a long time since he had last visited the Iron Hills and the road leading through the rough terrain of his Kin was not an easy one, but there was rarely anything about dwarves and their locations that were easy. Worn from travel yet no less polite, Fili bowed his head to one of his Kin and offered a smile from behind his golden beard. “Ai, it has been long since I last visited the Iron Hills, but it is a pleasure to find one of my Kin along the road.”
Another grin this time less polite and more relaxed, “I am Fili, at your service.”
"Is that so?" She bowed in return.
Fili, she sure as hell knew that name. He was the heir to the throne that her uncle Dain so coveted. She has been the one to hear his groanings about all things concerning their kin in Ered Luin. Things she never understood, since he himself had refused to shelter them all those years ago.
He seemed kind enough, as to be expected from a prince. She shook her head, it would serve them both ill is she let her uncle's foul moods affect her manners now. "I'm Malda...of the Iron hills." She relented, "Ye must be tired after travelin' so far/ Did he come alone" She asked lightly.
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"Yes…" As she leaned her forearm against her wound she yelled out in pain. "I serve the Lady Eowyn…I am her maid, and protector…secretly…" She stated breathlessly, "If I die, I know I did it to save my mistress and friend…" She muttered.
"A sheildmaiden of Rohan? I hope that you will not be so easily felled!" She spat the herbs into her palm, lifting the pressure for a moment. "This may sting, brace yourself." She warned before placing he salve on the wound.
"A servant. Only my mistress knows of my fighting talents." She stated before screaming in pain as the salve was placed upon her open wound, though it did die down after a while, though the sting still remained.
"That should help with the fever and to slow the bleeding." She stated. "Aye, I'd forgotten that even in Rohan, women are forbade to fight." She grimaced. "If you can sit up, I'll need you to take up yer bodice so i can wrap the wound."
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"Nimueh.." She replied, looking up towards the healer. "I was stabbed.." She proclaimed, wincing as she pressed the scarf against her wound. "Where am I?"
"Nimueh, I am Malda, a Dwarf." She leaned her forearm against the wound to maintain pressure while she reached for the herbs she kept in her belt amongst her weapons. "You are in The Wold just west of Fangorn. Are you Rohirrim?" She asked as she began chewing Orothilas into a quick salve.
"Yes..." As she leaned her forearm against her wound she yelled out in pain. "I serve the Lady Eowyn...I am her maid, and protector...secretly..." She stated breathlessly, "If I die, I know I did it to save my mistress and friend..." She muttered.
"A sheildmaiden of Rohan? I hope that you will not be so easily felled!" She spat the herbs into her palm, lifting the pressure for a moment. "This may sting, brace yourself." She warned before placing he salve on the wound.