[oelendil]

' i have written you down , now you will live

FOREVER '

a multi muse housed with characters from dragon age (inquisition) , lord of the rings, and king arthur CROSSOVER FRIENDLY. taking liberties with lore and headcanons. written by selena | characters include : varric (* inquisition based ) , solas (* inquisition based ) , aragorn (* film based and currently reading beren & luthien ) , boromir ( film based ) , and king arthur ( KALOTS based ; low muse ) | rules to be written but basic etiquette applies. | i can be slow with replies but right now i'm in brain rot.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from "(Luck I)", Instructions for Traveling West

[oelendil]

do i want a new aesthetic haul ? yes. am i too lazy ? yes.

[mysticsongs]

VIGGO MORTENSEN as ARAGORN The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts from the film the hobbit : the desolation of smaug . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

this is no chance meeting , is it , [ name ] ?

take back your homeland .

what if i were to help you reclaim it ?

that's not the worst of it .

we have another problem .

what did i tell you ? quiet as a mouse .

will you just listen ? i'm trying to tell you there's something else out there .

the bear is unpredictable , the man can be reasoned with .

come away from there , it's not natural . none of it .

it's obvious , he's under some dark spell .

you'll be safe here tonight ... i hope .

we grow in number , we grow in strength .

death will come to all .

there are others like you ?

you're running out of time .

a darkness lies upon that forest .

i would not venture there except in great need .

go now while you have the light .

this forest feels ... sick . as if a disease lies upon it .

something moves in the shadows unseen , hidden from our sight .

if our enemy has returned , we must know .

i would not do this unless i had to .

you've changed , [ name ] .

you must stay on the path . do not leave it . if you do , you'll never find it again .

is there no end to this accursed forest ?

we're going around in circles , we are lost .

the sun . we have to find the sun .

we're being watched .

they're growing bolder .

not just a thief , but a liar as well .

i myself suspect a more prosaic motive .

i have seen how you treat your friends .

you turned away from the suffering of my people .

a hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf . i'm patient . i can wait .

did he offer you a deal ?

shh ! there are guards nearby .

you were supposed to be leading us out , not further back in !

are you mad ? they'll find us .

please . please , you must trust me .

this is not a nice place to meet .

why now , [ name ] ? i don't understand .

a human sorcerer could not summon such evil .

in our blindness , the enemy has returned .

the enemy is preparing for war .

i started this . i cannot forsake them , they are in grave danger .

you want me to cast my friends aside ?

i think we've outrun the orcs .

we've no weapons to defend ourselves .

do it again , and you're dead .

what makes you think i would help you ?

no doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed .

oh , come on - enough of the niceties .

i would like to know who you are . and what you're doing in these lands .

we need food , supplies ... weapons . can you help us ?

i'd wager there are ways to enter that town unseen .

for that , you'd need a smuggler .

there was more he could have told us .

i don't care what he calls himself , i don't like him .

we don't have to like him , we just have to pay him .

i've been bled dry by this adventure ! and what have i seen for my investment ?

if you value your freedom , you'll do as i say .

folk in this town are suffering .

you'd do well to remember ; we know where you live .

it's a small town , [ name ] , everyone knows where everyone lives .

who would have the nerve to question my authority ?

you promised us weapons .

death ! that is what you'll bring upon us .

have you forgotten what happened to [ name / location ] ?

let us not be so quick to lay blame .

join us when you're healed .

[ name ] , you belong with the company .

i belong with my brother .

we have no time to wait , we're on our own .

the evil that is hidden here ... i command it reveal itself .

you have keen eyes , [ name ] .

let all those who doubted us rue this day !

i know these walls ... these halls , this stone .

i do not know what you'll find down there .

it never ceases to amaze me . the courage of hobbits .

if there is in fact a live dragon down there , don't waken it .

come , now ... don't be shy . step into the light .

there is something about you , something you carry .

there you are , thief in the shadows .

i did not come to steal from you .

do you think flattery will keep you alive ?

what else do you claim to be ?

truly , you are mistaken .

you have nice manners , for a thief and a liar .

i know the smell and taste of dwarf .

they are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh .

did you think i did not know this day would come ?

you should leave us .

and go where ? there is nowhere to go .

the dragon , it's going to kill us .

i kill where i wish , when i wish .

my armor is iron , no blade can pierce me .

i need you to distract the guards .

time to do what , to get killed ?

yes , i'm afraid . i'm afraid for you .

you're not yourself .

the darkness is coming ... it will spread to every corner of the land .

you were only ever a means to an end .

i will not part with a single coin . not one piece of it .

your reputation precedes you .

you have no equal on this earth .

i think our little game ends here .

so tell me , thief ... how do you choose to die ?

we've given him the slip .

there may be a way out .

it's our only chance , we have to try .

i've heard tales of the wonders of elvish medicine .

that was a privilege to witness .

i will not die like this . cowering . gasping for breath .

if this is to end in fire , then we will all burn together .

perhaps it is time i paid them a visit .

this isn't their fault !

you care about them , do you ? good . then you can watch them die .

i am taking back what you stole .

you will take nothing from me .

i laid low your warriors of old . i instilled terror in the hearts of men .

this is not your kingdom . these are dwarf lands .

revenge ? revenge ?! i will show you revenge !

i am fire . i am death .

what have we done ?

[oelendil]

remember when people got so uPSEt in LoTR when arwen was at helms deep ...

[murkyhazed]

#MURKYHAZED:  an independent, private, highly selective multi-fandom multimuse with a variety of characters from film, television, games and more.  created by stephanie.  this blog contains material that may not be suitable for all viewers.  viewer discretion is advised.

[oelendil]

(thorongil) HE does not pretend to not know such a power , to understand the weight of such a man. the war has been long , and he has been sent to see to the blood upon the snow. death , it wafts ever so ... even death has it's ways. there is the slow history of who HE truly is , how does one evade death for as long as he has ? there is something more at work.

>>>>>>>>>> " a human sorcerer could not summon such evil . " / @putrefacerem <<<<<<<<<<<

' you think you are the first to trace such a thing ? ' his tongue careful , his power not yet known yet , his inclination towards compassion , and justice do indeed serve him well. to soothe the other in front of him now , there are things he still does not understand ...

' or is it my own nativity to ask such a question ? ' thorongil has been among gondor for many years , the men he has seen fall to death cause the concern ... how can evil still live ? yet , perhaps it is the blindness of men , or the faint echoing upon land that is beyond their means.

to fight against mankind is one thing , but to fight against a seemingly unending weed ? one that takes root , and spreads like wildfire is one that thorongil cannot quite make peace with. for , there is goodness within his heart yet ? he is still young , the idea of selflessness lays heavy upon his heart.

[fenlaths]

a dwarven thaig that was left abandoned :  COLD AND DESOLATE  ...  the threat of darkspawn approaching or the possibility of the very foundation that they stand on ,  crumble beneath them .  yet even with the off chance that assassin's had tracked them ,  bianca would always return to him .  " right , "  a chuckles escapes through the arid space ,  " i'll remember that when our heads are about to be detached from our shoulders . "  varric was a constant in bianca's life ,  THE ONE THING IN HER LIFE THAT FELT REAL AND RIGHT  ...  bogdan ,  though a good man in his own right   —    was never going to have her heart .  " when has the guild ever slowed down before ? "  her eyes cast to the bow that shares her name .  after all this time and with all it's battles it's seen ,  varric has always kept it in good condition .  was it symbolic ?   maybe .  a little too cliche she thinks but she wouldn't put it past the greatest storyteller all of thedas has ever seen ,  to use a trite phrase here and there .

bianca brushes dust off the surface of a table before turning to lean against it .  arms cross at her chest ,  " too bad dwarves can't dream ,  otherwise i'm sure we'd be dreaming all kinds of romantic things . "  like being on a beach somewhere in rivain or anywhere that's far away from their responsibilities and the people who were so driven to keep them apart .  " i don't know ,  the world isn't blighted or swallowed up by demons ,  but maybe a hallow thaig in the deep roads isn't so bad . "

[oelendil]

there's a laugh that threatens ; his chest holds that laugh ... even the greatest storytellers knew how to draw out anticipation. instead , there's the crossing of arms across broad chest. the eventual cant of head that cause his eyes to stare a little too long in her direction. what can he say ? HE'S A SUCKER FOR A SLOW BURN. though he's noted that she hasn't left his presence , that she had INDEED risked her very life to see him.

ASSASSINS tracking him ? and varric not knowing .... ah , yes humor is still alive.

' we're too busy to dream ... ' varric then shifts a weapon that he holds dear to his heart , a weapon with her namesake ; surely she heard stories , (WASN'T THAT THE POINT). in truth , lesser men have called him pathetic , that he follows bianca around like a lovesick thing. those insults roll off shoulders , and he gives them no credence.

' don't tell me these demons are getting the better of you ? ' a laugh rolls off as chest lifts with the ease of a laugh , ' a hallow thaig in the deep roads ... well , bianca it sounds to me that you've at LEAST allowed yourself to daydream ' his tonality reveals a playful nature.

' do you think it's wrong of me to place my trust in friendship ? ' turning the tide of conversation as he clears throat , realizing that their time is limited , and that she will eventually return back to a life she willingly chose.

[sarastuss]

FULL-WELL COULD THE CHAMPION UNDERSTAND THE UNDERLYING SENTIMENT, : TO EXIST IN THE PAST &. PRESENT. though aragorn's much different than her own, it does not make the weight of the duty placed upon his shoulders any less heavy. more heavy is the crown, she'd claim ; it is embedded into his very core, the blood of his ancestors runs in his veins. IT IS FOR HIM TO DECIDE, WHAT HE WILL DO WITH IT. ... ❝ it often is, ❞ comes agreement made in soft tune, but the weight of the acknowledgement is still present ; visible in the action where her gaze strays to the flames. bright glow more dim now, that she re-visits something lost to time. gone as it is, it haunts all the same.

❝ ... i do not believe it is necessarily a bad thing. ❞ comes a counter, spoken with a slight stretch to the curve upon her lips that re-appears. to stray from the high-halls of kings that have come before, it might be an advantage in disguise. but the depth of this claim, she leaves as a mystery for him to dive further into. TIME WOULD SHOW IT ALL, SHE IS CERTAIN.

THE WARM GLOW COMPETES WITH THE FLAMES, : HEAD TILTS TOWARDS THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE, waiting to hear the question that brews atop his tongue. an assuring nod of her head, urging him to be guided by his curiosity. ... ah, now there is a question. first, silence settles ; but it is not uncomfortable. ❝ many things, ❞ she soon replies, a hint more quiet than before. but, there is more to be spoken ; ❝ to hope. to those i am lucky to call my allies. to the memory of all those that have come before, who are here no longer. ❞ rays of melancholy visible in her smile as she looks to above, AS IF SOMEONE LOOKED BACK. but that, even she could not confirm. ... long eyelashes flutter, as curtains are brought over golden hues ; if only for a moment. head tilts back downwards simultaneously, &. soon, what is a comforting glow is upon him once more.

❝ i still do feel fear, although i'd say it is different. ❞ FOR THERE ARE COUNTLESS HORRORS OF GREAT POWER SHE HAS BRAVED AGAINST, &. she has done so without hesitation existing in her ethereal being. but there are other things she fears, she is still a living being, humanity beating within her.

[oelendil]

perhaps he had not expected such honest ; her words themselves seem rooted in ancient lore. he understands that their perception of TIME is different as well , for she has walked upon this world far longer than he. what feels like AGES to him feels like seconds to her. his bloodline has the unique gift of a l o n g life ; time that if spent wisely could turn you to be the man who you were always meant to be. as middle-earth tears herself apart he cannot help but see this for a glimmer of hope.

the smell of dried blood settles comfortably within nostrils (how many wars has he fought?) ; his very weakness now turned into a weapon. ' you have given me honesty ' his eyes glance upon her own ; within that glance he feels the ethereal nature of her soul. the kind of being that transcends this lifetime , even as they speak he's astonishment. ' here we sit within this very time , and i find myself in awe of such a meeting ... perhaps for the first time there is an inkling of hope ' aragorn speaks this aloud and with that spoken truth his soul feels lighter , the weight feels equally shared.

' there are those so scared of the darkness that they cling to what they know ... mankind rejects elf , elves reject dwarfs ' his head shakes as he then greatly inhales , ' don't they know that together we are stronger ? how many do we have to loose .... '

the question carried off by the wind that stirs , and he then remembers self. it does little good to dwell within the past , to not allow oneself to learn from it , and to forge forward.

his heart tied to the land , for he never had a taste of what the comfort of home would bring. at a tender age he was whisked away and hidden from the world. his very name changed to fit the circumstance , selflessness was always required yet never easy. even now , he struggles with such a thing. as it then dons on him to ask yet another question. ' you must miss your home ' his voice soft , the knowledge of a shared sickness --- the yearning for something familiar.

[soracities]

Theodore Roethke, from "Vernal Sentiment", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

[oelendil]

happy tolkein reading day 🤍

[oelendil]

THIS IS GETTING ME THROUGH THE WEEK

[sarastuss]

DESPITE EVERYTHING, : HOPE NEVER YIELDS. there exists those, beside her &. him, who will grip tight to it, raise the light aloft &. let it guide steps yet to come. to show even if lives are lost, they are given in hopes for better morrow. THAT GUIDES THE STEPS OF THE TRAVELER, the guiding light for those in the dark. ... it is silence she responds with, but it silence heavy with the truth ; that she agrees. they can not lose it, &. as long as she draws breath, she will not let the light of hope dim out. ( for as he said, much already, has been lost. ) ❝ while there is power in them, you must not accept them as the only truth. ❞ she reminds ; well aware of the elven gifts to glimpse at visions of future, where the echo grants her visions of the past. but this reminder is made softly, a reminder that all have the ability to change their fate.

she nods again, requiring little sleep ; she is ready to greet the rising sun, &. the journey ahead. ❝ neither do i, ❞ somewhere within the depths of that mountain, evil sleeps. part of her wonders, why was she not given a task to slay it yet? what paths does the invisible hand carve? ... ❝ but i do not fear. ❞ warmth escapes further into the atmosphere, from her lips as well as the campfire, that flames he feeds. HOW LONG HAS SHE WONDERED THIS EARTH? centuries fill into her golden soul, ❝ as long as i can remember, ❞ a thoughtful pause, ❝ perhaps ever since my eyes opened. ❞ those early days a haze, where they are also full of clarity. a strange mixture, to witness ashen battlefields ; to rise above them, with nothing else known but the purpose of the duty she felt beat against her chest. ❝ but i have found them. witnessed countless of lives, striving towards a brighter future, even should they not be the ones to see it. ❞

WHILE GAZES DO NOT MEET TOO LONG, : GOLDEN HUES REMAIN UPON HIM. even as another stretch of silence passes, &. just when that gaze of ethereal glimmer is about to turn, he speaks. the truth spilled, threat ever remaining. if the enemy that pulls the strings is wiser, privy to ancient knowledge ; his words hold even more weight. BUT IN DOING SO, so does the earnest statement. ... to lay down a mortal life, for hers that is eternal ; if not forcefully torn from her.

❝ you've made quite the oath, ❞ again, divine tongue finds a hint of the same light - hearted tune he did. a smile forms again, ❝ but i shall do all in my power to not let it come to that. ❞ an oath of her own. for there was no need to conceal it from a helping hand.

[oelendil]

there is a chill as the wind picks up , a strong wind coming from the WEST. aragorn lifts chin , and wonders if there is more to that wind that threatens a storm. if there are those who are not keen that these two have met ---- that they have set something in motion. the land was alive , the ghosts of another time threatened , and there's the far off howl of a beast that would turn one's blood cold ; wargs. these are the new comforts of night , this is what aragorn hunts in the wilderness. orcs keen to hunt and tear apart whomever they found in the lands surrounding.

' i never did take to sleeping ' he keeps his eyes trained on the horizon. the oath it seemed has set a series of events into motion , the coming together of two in a time that called for FEAR and the divisive of mankind. the wind whips hair against his cheek , and the harshness of the world that they inhabit becomes very real.

his father was not given the kindness of a long life , dying at the hand of an orc. though , these stories are commonplace in middle-earth. ' i feel as if i am constantly pulled between two times ' he says this softly , the wind carrying his words. a confession of sorts to sarastus. ' the past is heavier than the present '

the weight of his ancestors breathing upon his very neck , ' i have been too long in the wilderness ' her light , he feels so acuetly , the lifting of an albatross that at times threatened to swallow him whole.

at his root his is still a man , a man with faults , and the will to do better. ' may i ask you a question , ... what do you cling to when the darkness threatens ? ' the question poised as he then looks at her once more. ' i do not know if fear is something you are still familiar with ... you have lived lives i couldn't possibly comprehend ' his brow knits as this dons upon him , ' do you remember ? '

[oelendil]

they are not as young as they once were , time and circumstances had torn them a part ... there was a time in which he would have moved earths for her. the caste system had all but destroyed the ways of the dwarfs ; or perhaps their love was always fraught with the possibility that strength was NEVER in their favor. over the years he has lost a great deal of things , but that has only made him hold onto the fleeting goodness that he knows will leave him in half agony when it comes to an end. their letters , ... HIS letters without fail would be posted , she so INGRAINED into his very self that he could not see a reason to not write.

<<<<<<<<<< 'this is not a nice place to meet ' / @elswyths >>>>>>>>>>>

her words cause the turn of head over shoulder as a low chuckle can be detected in the night air. ' yet you're here ' his tone conveys the sort of confidence that comes with the knowledge that for all his writings SHE STILL WROTE BACK. that her letters were as frequent as his own , even with a husband who he knew was due to a convenience. ' you said yourself that you could only slip away for a few hours ... don't get married if you can't live the life bianca ' though his words had no detection of bitterness ; perhaps marriage wasn't ever THEIR way.

there was freedom in the love they shared , after all .... it wasn't as if she ever begged him to break off their meetings , would he ? ---- he's grateful she hasn't given him reason to do so.

' more romantic next time ? --- i'll keep that in mind ' words dipped in warmth as he then goes to bite back a smile , ' though the guild would make it tricky for us regardless '

[rusya-pics]

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Varric Tethras & Bianca

[fenlaths]

the saying goes :  never bet against an antivan  ( let alone an antivan crow . )  talia was as good at playing at game of wicked grace ,  as she is good at being the coldblooded killer that she is .  " says the man whose bare chested and has a damn good aim , "  she chuckles ,  " but getting the job done is just part of the contract . "  the brunette leans back against the chair ,  and taking a moment to allow the room to move around her .  she had already mapped out the entire tavern in her head and memorized the possible exits .  of course that wasn't without noting the chances for distraction .  naturally  ...  THAT WAS PART OF BEING AN ASSASSIN .  the men in the back were obnxiously drunk and giving the bar head a run for his money .  there was two older gentleman in a spot in the corner ,  possibly reminiscing about their younger years in the military .  talia can swear the city elf that helped around the tavern was from fereldan .  she sighs inwardly ,  weren't they all so far away from home ?

hope dangled on a string that was held above her head .  it wasn't strange or foreign but something that was often just out of reach .  her own darkness travelled behind her ,  KNOCKING AT THE CAGE THAT ENCASED HER HEART .  that it alone was hardened after tragedy and grief .  even so she stilled her spirit and looked forward ,  always chasing that hope and she supposes that's where varric's head is at .  the man was so filled with hope that it consumed him .  

head tilts ever so in his direction ,  in the small amount of time that she knew him .  he taught her more than anyone else did ,  and that was saying something .  if she told viago that ,  he'd finally pop that vain in his neck out of fury .  it's true though  ...  the way varric has so much confidence in her abilities and having no doubt in his mind that he wanted her for this job .  even knowing what she has done ?  shit ,  she didn't know she could be stricken with nerves .  " look at you getting all sentimental .  gotta say varric ,  you're getting all sorts of soft in your old age . " she jests of course ,  her legs move to sit atop the table and brings her mug of crappy ale with her .  setting it on her lap .  SHE TOO WILL EVENTUALLY HAVE TO DRINK IT .  " you think that clever tongue of yours will charm solas and stop him from tearing down the veil ? "

[oelendil]

HUMOR even during such a time it has its place ; a reminder that not all is lost even if their mission tends toward the GRAVEN path. varric must not loose hope , then again ? wasn't it he whose heart was still tied to bianca .... it seems that he cannot kill that side of him that has the strange peculiar tie to LOYALTY and goodness. they have all done terrible deeds , perhaps deeds that threatened to overtake them all. even when it comes to solas varric keeps hope alive , like kindling to solas' fire ---- a reminder that friendship and love can perhaps overcome all.

would you call this a weakness ? perhaps , but there is no turning of his sentiments to a elven mage , WISDOM was his burden , and leaving his world for this one a punishment. ' solas has sense ... ' he stops for a moment , as brows lift and eyes have a bit of amusement to them , ' when that last was ... well ... , perhaps i'll have to push him to see reason , to let him know that not everyone has abandoned him ---- it is the duality of us all to fall from grace , would you stop reasoning with me ? ' his tongue has the slightest twinge of amusement once more as he then lifts his gaze to rook. ' burrowing in the past is dangerous , solas has more than paid for his constant prison of regret ' this accented with a heavy sigh.

for varric regarded solas as an old friend , he knew that life was more complicated than the rights and wrongs one did. ' how do you feel about him rook ? ' his cup then raised as he takes a sip ; for this will be telling .... when cup is raised to lips there is a sour air to drink , as if the wheat had already turned before the making. after a long swig , teeth are clenched in a way to make the passing of ale easier.