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I also am a Menace and have decided. I’m making this a main. I considered Thranduil, but I already have too much on there and I don’t want to have to move it all over again. xD I should have known. When you see an ‘-s’ after this blog url, don’t worry. I’m just going to be using the same name at the main.
LIKE THIS POST for a starter from SAEROS, who long was held by Mandos and, at last, has been returned.
LIKE THIS POST for a starter from CELEBRIMBOR, forger of the three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky.
I have some muses louder than others here at present, and some who are merely LOUD. I think I’m going to make some starter call posts for the ones who are LOUD.
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡
For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference! TRIGGER WARNING: N/A.
“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”
“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”
“You asleep?”
“I like this, being so close to you.”
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
“You’re so, so, so pretty.”
“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”
“You make my heart beat so quick.”
“You always know how to make me smile.”
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
[Kisses the other on the cheek]
“Always.”
“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”
“All my choices lead me to you.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
“I sleep better if you’re around.”
“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”
“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”
“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”
“I trust you.”
[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”
“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”
“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”
“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”
“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]
“I will never let you go.”
“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”
“You wrote me a song?”
“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”
[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]
[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]
“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”
“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”
“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”
“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”
“You’re cold. Come here.”
“You always do that. You always warm me up.”
“Stay.”
“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”
[Hugs for a very long time]
[Puts feet on the other’s lap]
“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
“I love you.”
Here’s some more!
“If anything happened to you— I couldn’t…”
“Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“You’re not breathing. Breathe.”
“I’ve got you.”
“You’re safe with me, now.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“No matter what, I will always come after you.”
“Take my hand— and stay close.”
“You’re shaking. Here, come closer.”
“Sorry, when I didn’t didn’t see you, I got worried.”
[hears crying]
“You look exhausted. Come here.”
“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
[touches forehead] “You’re burning up!”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“You always do that. Pull away when I get close. What are you afraid of?”
“For once, will you just look at me?”
“I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy… you make me weak.”
[traces fingers over scars, sitting in the firelight, watching the flames jump and bend to the music of the wind]
“I’ve never noticed this scar before.”
“When you touch me, it’s like I can’t breathe.”
“I just love being near you.”
“Wait! Please— I’m sorry, just— wait.”
“There’s something about you that makes me smile.”
“I’ve never felt like this before. It only happens when I’m with you.”
“Here. Sit next to me.”
“Where are you goin? I saved you a spot.”
“Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking a little red.”
[leaning close, knees almost touching]
“Hey, you’ve got something on your face. Here, hold still… ”
“Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just— I’d feel better knowing you’re near.”
“I’ve never felt weak. Until I met you.”
“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”
“I’ve got you… just breathe, okay? I know it hurts. We’re almost done.”
“If you go, I go too.”
[catching the other staring when they think they’re not looking]
“I’ll never get over hearing you say my name.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
[takes hand, puts it over heart] “This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.”
“Just hearing the sound of your voice is enough to make me smile.”
“Never will they hurt you. As long as I’m alive.”
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to scream— stop smiling, I mean it!”
“Please. Just let me hold you.”
“I never thought I could miss a person as much as I’ve missed you.”
“You make me ache in ways I never felt possible.”
“You don’t get it do you? How can you be so blind! Don’t you understand how much I care about you?”
[grabbing wrist, pulling person behind them, sensing danger]
[wiping tears from the others face]
[that one hand squeeze just before letting go]
“Stay still. You’ve been wounded.”
“Never. Never will I stop loving you.”
“My gut does the weirdest things around you— acrobatic things.”
“You look pale. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
“When’s the last time you ate?”
“I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
“I can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt.”
“This is nice. You and me. Against the world.”
“I choose you— can’t you see? I will always choose you.”
[pulls head on lap, running fingers through hair]
“Relax. I’m here now.”
“Till death do us part. And forever until the end of eternity.”
“Do you mind if I come in?”
“If it weren’t for you, I may have lived my whole life thinking I was happy. But now I know the truth.”
“Wake up. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Talk to me… I’m worried.”
“Wait, are those-? Are those bruises?”
[pulling other person close, feeling them breathe a sigh of relief]
“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.”
[ @faeltiera continued from here ]
“Reassuring,” said Loredis, with a little quirk of a smile, “yet also not.” Indeed, they were but ants to the cosmos, tiny indistinct flickers of life on the surface of a wide blue planet, or so Lallvren enjoyed reminding her whenever he felt she might be gathering too many airs and graces to herself in light of her new-found status. Sometimes, it was very pleasing to think of it that way, too; it was easier to feel less visible, after all, when one reminded themselves that they were, truly, rather insignificant in the grand scheme of things. An ill-informed or inexperienced little slip up in front of an ambassador or, worse, a fellow monarch, seemed far less mortifying when she was able to put such an error into perspective and recognise that while it might have seemed like the end of the world to her, in the great plan it was but a paragraph.
Sometimes, though, Loredis would have liked what she did – and especially, what she had suffered – to mean something more. She chided herself internally for such a selfish thought, but it remained nonetheless, lingering there in the back of her consciousness until the next time it reared its ugly head. What was it all for? She ploughed on steadily at everyone else’s whim regardless of how much she might be aching, or breaking, and yet frequently found her efforts frustrated and the end result...seemingly fruitless. But that was the role of a Queen, was it not? Bear the weight upon her shoulders so her people didn’t have to. ‘Til whatever end might please the Gods.
Some nights, she supposed, it was just easier to bear that weight than others. Tonight was a night when she was weaker, or so it seemed. A faint sigh passed her lips, and her arms folded as she stared out through the open window into the perfect Vanitahmar night. The moon glittered on the calm surface of the ocean, and the scent of sea-spray delighted her nose, as the delicate breeze ruffled her snow-white waves. At least here, there was peace…for a while. “Do you think it all matters still, though? What we do, and what we don’t?” What we win, and what we lose. “Do you think it’ll make a difference?”
“That y’ask that at’all means that y’ve forgotten somethin’ very important or perhaps y’never knew it…”
The young Fae’s expression is far more serious than it is wont to be. Perhaps her thoughts had drifted with Loredis’ words, or perhaps she had simply discerned the mood of the other.
“While it’s true that we’re but two little flames…” she begins, reaching one hand out to rest on the other’s shoulder––though so careful not to touch her skin––while the other raises up, palm aloft. There appears upon her fingertips two of the smallest little flames indeed, dancing and flickering in place as though uncertain.
“Even the smallest a’sparks can start a fire t’keep a body warm in the cold a’the night. And even the littlest flame can begin a wildfire.”
With her words, the two little fires seem to flare and grow… and then as though drawn to each other, they meet and before long, burst into a blaze atop her palm.
“… People aren’t so diff’rent. All it takes is one brave soul t’have a belief, t’make a stand an’ hold their ground… an’ one person at a time, that strength an’ courage spreads… All it takes is one person t’start somethin’ that won’t be stopped till it reaches its end, whate’er that end may be… Yet, however it might grow, still it needed that first t’start it.”
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe {Sentence Starters}
“Are you all right? You look awful.”
“We could play hide and seek?”
“Oh, don’t waste my time with flattery!”
“I’m a little disappointed in you.”
“Why are they all staring at us?”
“You know, that doesn’t really rhyme.”
“I’m not as young as I once was.”
“Can you make me taller?”
“All the same, best to keep your eyes open.”
“What do they teach in schools these days?”
“When are you gonna learn to do as you’re told?”
“You’ve been sneaking second helpings, haven’t you?”
“I’m not who you all think I am.”
“Not to seem rude, but I wasn’t actually talking to you.”
“Be still, stranger, or you’ll never move again!”
“You’re not going to kill me?”
“Maybe they think you look funny.”
“I’m just trying to be realistic!”
“You can’t have done anything that bad.”
“Numbers do not win a battle.”
“Why can’t you think about anyone but yourself?”
“You could have got us killed!”
“It’s the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?”
“How do I know your promise will be kept?”
“How would it be if you came and had tea with me?”
“You should have brought a map!”
“That’s a valuable bit of information, don’t you think?”
A small portion of some of my favourite quotes from classic literature. Feel free to change and adjust them to your needs!
“ I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. ” “ Don’t cry, I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is. ” “ I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ” “ Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women? ” “ Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know ” “ Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? ” “ I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it. ” “ Do you know where the wicked go after death? ” “ Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are. ” “ Will you love me in December as you do in May? ” “ Hell is empty and all the devils are here! ” “ Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear. ” “ You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. ” “ I have gone to the forest. ” “ I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why. ” “ One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ” “ Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes. ” “ If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. ” “ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ” “ Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. ” “ Some are born great, others achieve greatness. ” “ I didn’t mean no harm. ” “ My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? ” “ If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! ” “ And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. ” “ I want to ruin you ” “ What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. ” “ To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! ” “ If I knew myself, I’d run away. ”
So, what's your favourite thing about Glorfindel?
“What is your favorite thing about the Sun?” Ecthelion easily retorts.
“Is it that it chases away the darkness with its presence? That it shines its rays down upon the plants in the spring and the summer that they might grow? That it radiates its warmth, sharing it with all those within its reach?”
The elf does not wait for an answer as he does not expect that a satisfactory one shall follow.
“If you cannot choose a favorite thing about the Sun, then I cannot fathom how it is that you would bid me to choose a favorite thing about bright and shining Laurefindil.”
[ @ofcelandine continued from here ]
“It was never meant to come to ours.” It was not uttered bitterly, for truly the Lord Glorfindel had no trace of bitterness in his bones after all of these millennia, but it was still said so mournfully that it might have broken any listener’s heart. Had Haldir ever been told the story? Surely lays were still sung often enough that they had undoubtedly reached the very borders of hidden Lorien, but the golden lord wondered whether enough truth was in these pretty ballads, these poems written by those thereafter who dreamed of the Elder Days and the city that had been lost to time, rather than by anyone who had been there. Haldir yet was young. Had he come to understand, yet, how terrible that final day had been? That ashen sunrise, burned red by dragonflame? The morning, greeted by the alarum bells and the orc war drums?
Nearby, a fountain trickled sweetly. It was the height of the Imladris summer, pleasantly warm but not too hot, the scent of blossoms on the hazy air, clouds gathering above dark and billowing, to gift to them an evening storm. What dark memories, lingering to taint a beautiful day, but it had been a beautiful summer day the last day prior, too, festival lights dangling from windows and from archways, festival banners blowing in the wind. “Ah,” Glorfindel breathed, closing his eyes in grief, “but we were happy, Captain. We were so very happy, and our happiness was our doom.” For in their revelry they had been set upon, betrayed by one most trusted; the attack had come too swiftly and too numerous to mount a more proper defence, and festival joy had turned to screaming, then. Happiness, to immeasurable despair.
And Gondolin had fallen.
At length, sky-blue eyes reopened, and the Elf-Lord’s lips pulled into a grim smile despite the pain he still felt keenly. He rested a hand on the marchwarden’s shoulder, and gave it a small squeeze, before leaning close to rest his forehead against the other ellon’s own. “May your kingdom never suffer the same fate as mine, and may your loved ones be with you until the end, as mine were not fated to be.”
Certainly, though he is young, he has heard the tales of Gondolin, of that fair city besieged by all that was foul, of that bright city, extinguished by fire and darkness, and many a great elf with it. Despite any telling of it he had heard from even the most skilled of storyweavers, however, it could not have prepared his heart to hear such sorrow in the Golden Lord’s voice or to see it in the way he seems almost to dim.
That one so warm and bright and wonderful could ever have suffered so terribly is a tragedy of itself, and the unfairness of it does not escape Haldir. Never has he heard one ill word of Glorfindel, yet how many burdens had been placed upon his shoulders, how many woes handed to him that he had been told to endure?
Yet, never had he ever seen that smile waver.
Until now.
So, when Glorfindel leans in as he does, though rather unused to such affectionate gestures––aside from Orophin on occasion and Rúmil even less so––he does not shy away from it. No, he stays exactly where he stands and, after one faltering moment, he brings a hand up to rest upon the other’s back.
“… The very thought of Lórien overrun… of the mallorn-trees ablaze… of my brothers lost to me… It pains me almost more than I can bear… I cannot even begin to imagine your pain…”
There he hesitates, his brow furrowing as he considers before he decides.
“… but you need not carry your burden alone, even as you try to carry those of others… I was not there and I cannot understand. Not as you do… But, if you should need… a friend, a listening ear… then I would be such for you…… should you wish it…”
dryadalismagicae:
Apologies for the FRIGHT? Lyrian thought he was being murdered - for but a fraction of a second; his heart had jumped to such a pace that he was certain it could have burst out of his chest in absolute panic.
Oh, he was most certainly silent afterwards, his panted breaths RESTRAINED despite his sudden need to gasp. Orcs? Nearby? Ah - perhaps that was the threat in which he had sensed, the movement in which had reached pointed ears; not something he wished to walk straight into - certainly given that he would much rather avoid any and all battle.
“No… I am not hurt—” He finally replies, voice somewhat wavering despite his will to keep it from doing so - hushed and soft. Pale brows furrow, his discomfort regarding the situation evident in partially-reflective eyes; “… so you’re just watching them?”
She had certainly felt that spike of fear when first she had laid hands upon him––felt it almost as though it were her own in that way so unique to her kind––and for a moment, she had thought that perhaps she hurt the other. Yet, he says that he is unhurt and she can sense no lie in his words, even as his voice goes on being unsteady.
What a curious fellow he is, whatever it may be! She cannot say if he is elf or Fae or something entirely other. There is an air to him… a feeling to him that seems quite different than any elf ever she has chanced to meet, and yet… Neither does he seem Fae.
He does, however, still seem quite concerned and he happens to be asking her a question. There’s the slightest hesitation before she brings her various thoughts––or most of them at least––back to one point and she nods to him.
“Aye, that we were. T’is a foul an’ terrible lot, they are––those monsters––an’ it’s the responsibility a’me an’ me da t’see that they neither linger nor turn from their path as it takes them away. Me da should have them at the border by now, watchin’ them leave…”
There’s another beat as her brow furrows again, her curiosity plain, though she will not give voice to it now.
“… Regardless, it’d be wise not for yeh not t’remain standin’ about for long. It’ll be night soon, an’ these woods’re hardly friendly t’travellers after dusk. There’s Unseelie an’ forest wights an’ all manner a’beings what begin t’wander an’ hunt with the darkness. What brought thee here? D’yeh have anywhere t’go?”
benedictioluna:
So he thinks that she has some variety of plague? Her eyes are well trained in reading others and she can tell that he is looking down his nose toward her and her situation - and indeed, Na’Elle does not like it in the slightest. Her stumble, her long journey, her state - she detested it all and once having been proud of her appearance and stature did she instead feel disgusted in herself. If she had the means to fix it, she would have; instead, she bore injuries and exhaustion.
“I’m Dalish-” She answers, furrowing brows; “…there are not many of us remaining. A clan keeping together only means we will be slaughtered together. With more forces of dark moving, it was only a matter of time before we would have been found-” They’d set out in pairs - but she had lost her brother on the way, not knowing where he had gone or what may have happened to him - but she does not bring up his name. “…So our keeper made the decision for us to disband…”
Not plague but small numbers––and indeed they must be as he has never hard of the Dalish––though still he must wonder at the reasoning. While he can see the wisdom of drawing less attention, if a people become so scattered, does it not make them all the more vulnerable without their fellows to come to their aid? Even the thought of being alone, now, as she is, is enough to cause his brow to furrow. After all, what would he do without his brothers aside from being able to move about unhindered and undetected?
“I judge by your expression that perhaps I have given offense. That was not my intent, though I will offer my apologies even still…” Haldir says, his hand once more to his heart and another little bow of his head.
“As a Marchwarden of Lórien, it is my duty to see to the safety of both the forests and those who dwell within them. Whenever passes a stranger through these woods, I must inquire after to anything that might be of importance to the realm. At times, that includes asking questions that risk giving offense, but I this I must do to ensure that I carry out my duties as they have been given to me by my Lord and Lady.”
But… He has inquired now and there is nothing about her that puts him ill at ease, and so he relaxes, if only by the smallest measure.
“How came you to these woods? Have you business here?”
Edgar Allan Poe {Sentence Starters}
“Lord, help my poor soul.”
“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.”
“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”
“With me, poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.”
“To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can, himself, attain greatness.”
“Very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
“Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”
“I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.”
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
“It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.”
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are, at best, shadowy and vague.”
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.”
“Stupidity is a talent for misconception.”
` ° • ✧ TANGLED SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’ ’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’ ’ Really let that seep in. ’ ’ What are you getting? ’ ’ Your thoughts? ’ ’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’ ’ I could get used to a view like this. ’ ’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’ ’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’ ’ Look in that mirror. ’ ’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’ ’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’ ’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’ ’ This is the story of how I died. ’ ’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’ ’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’ ’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’ ’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’ ’ I’m just teasing! ’ ’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’ ’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’ ’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’ ’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’ ’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’ ’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’ ’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’ ’ You were my new dream. ’ ’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’ ’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’ ’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’ ’ Who’s that? ’ ’ They don’t like me. ’ ’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’ ’ Go. Live your dream. ’ ’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’ ’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’ ’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’ ’ No no no, can’t be. ’ ’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’ ’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’ ’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’ ’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’ ’ I love you so much, darling. ’ ’ Let me just get this straight. ’ ’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’ ’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’ ’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’ ’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’ ’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’ ’ You broke my smolder. ’ ’ Here comes the smolder. ’ ’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’ ’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’ ’ Who cares? ’ ’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’ ’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’ ’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’ ’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’ ’ What’s your dream? ’ ’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’ ’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’ ’ I have something for you too. ’ ’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’ ’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’ ’ You know what I mean? ’ ’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’ ’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’ ’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’ ’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’ ’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’ ’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’ ’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’ ’ You get to go find a new dream. ’ ’ That’s a lot of hair. ’ ’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’ ’ I can’t believe I did this! ’ ’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’ ’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’ ’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’ ’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’ ’ I have a big surprise! ’ ’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’ ’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’ ’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’ ’ You should see your faces because you look - ’ ’ I didn’t see that coming. ’ ’ But I know what the big question is? ’ ’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’ ’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’ ’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’ ’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’ ’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’ ’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’ ’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’ ’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’ ’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’ ’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’ ’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’ ’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’ ’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’ ’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’ ’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’ ’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’ ’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’ ’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’ ’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’ ’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’ ’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’ ’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’ ’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’ ’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’ ’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’ ’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’
Muse as old as time
"I'm far too old for these games."
"What's it like to be immortal?"
"How old ARE you?"
"I'm afraid I don't understand the current slang."
"Do you know how to use a smart phone?"
"I am waaaaay older than you."
"Being this old has pros and cons."
"Do you have any idea what Netflix even is?"
"Did you meet Shakespeare?"
"I was alive when the pyramids of Egypt were built."
"Are you an angel or demon?"
"Humanity has jumped chasms in just the past thirty years. It took at least two hundred years to upgrade from wood to an iron plow."
"I'd rather ride a horse."
"You can't be THAT old!"
"That's simply impossible."
"I remember when stars filled the night sky and cities were practically nonexistent."
"Magic is real."
"Your problems are inconsequential."
"The universe spins, the earth moves and time passes ever on."
"What's it like, being as old as you are?"
"I'm just glad corsets have finally gone out of fashion."
"You can be upset about security measures all you want. I'm happy it doesn't take a month to travel across the Atlantic."
"Are you REALLY immortal?"
"I have seen all of time and space. You know what? It's the little stuff that counts."
"It's the here and now that's important to me."
"Doesn't it ever get boring?"
"I have loved many people over the many years. Each one is special to me."
"Every day brings new things."
"Do you ever want to end it?"
"I couldn't ask for anything more."
"Sometimes I just don't get mortals."
Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they’ll confirm or deny it.
I heard you once got your arse handed to you and ran through the woods naked. Bit embarrassing! Is that true?
The rather ignominious events surrounding his death are not a secret. They are not even quiet, instead having been passed from those who had been present at the time, on to others and then to others and then to still more, and now it is very likely immortalized in tomes of Elven history, if not also in songs––though he has not yet heard any. Small miracles.
So if this stranger thinks that sharp-tongued Saeros will burst into tears in front of him, or blush and tremble and stammer, he is so very terribly mistaken.
“How reassuring to know that your ears work when clearly either your wits are so sorely lacking that you had not the sense to consider that you might consult a text first, or your eyes are what are faulty that you could not read the text. If the latter, I offer my most sincere apologies; if the former, my condolences. Thought––it seems––is not a skill that everyone manages to develop.”
“Now, I have work to which I must attend, and I believe you have the tattered remnants of your dignity to pick up from the floor, thus it seems we are both far too preoccupied to continue this conversation. You will excuse me.”
And with that, Saeros takes up his books and his scrolls and retreats to his room, locking the door behind him, dropping everything in his arms onto his desk, and then going to lie down on his bed in the dark, suddenly not of the mood to see much of anything done…
There is another, however, who had witnessed the exchange and, his usually happy heart saddened by what he had seen, he goes and seeks out the Golden Lord, the first one he can think of to tell besides his own king. He does not think Saeros would appreciate were he to go to Thranduil about it.
Of course. He may not appreciate him going to Glorfindel either.
“Ahh… Lord Glorfindel… ?” he starts when at last he finds the other.
For once seeming rather sheepish, the minstrel rubs his neck and avoids looking at him for a long moment before at last tearing his gaze from the floor.
“Might you spare me a word? It’s… It’s about Saeros…”
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Middle Earth AU BIG MEME
PUT ONE IN MY BOX TO START A MIDDLE EARTH AU!
DANGEROUS ENCOUNTERS:
“What was that sound? It sounded like a screech on the air.”
“I feel the presence of a shadow, cold as ice. I think a wraith haunts our steps.”
“That’s a really big spider!”
“If we can just get across the Fords of Bruinen, we will be safe!”
“Ai! A balrog has come!”
“Yrch! Orcs! Do not fear. The Wardens will protect you.”
“What is that thing? The chill of it steals my very breath.”
“No, no, wake up! Wake up! We’re surrounded by Barrow-Wrights!”
“It’s the Watcher in the Water! Run for the doors!”
“I do not trust this tunnel, or this stair.”
“Caradhras is acting against us! The cruel mountain has summoned an avalanche!”
“The White Wizard approaches.”
“Nazgul! Retreat! Retreat for Minas Tirith!”
“Wraiths on wings!”
“The trees, NAME! The trees sound like they’re talking!”
“I do not trust this Willow…but I am sleepy…”
“Come back to the light!”
“Back, demon of flame! You shall not pass!”
“Trolls! Hide here!”
“…The wind has risen, like a gale. What is that shadow that blots out the sun? It looks almost like…DRAGON!” more under cut!
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