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* 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 ,

There lies a comfort in knowing that someone else may gaze through him as if he were glass, see all his past grief and does not judge. For had pity of any sort now reached for him, sourness would have dripped from his tongue, regret planted bitterness. Thranduil believes her, knew the moment she appeared sans rousing the attention of trees and elves and fauna alike that she must be above all he had lain eyes on before. He failed even to question Cassandra’s presence, uncertain if she is real at all. And so long as her company sows seeds of contentment, he won’t care much if it is real for anyone else. Now they stand afore one another, her open hands offered and his wintry gaze dropping to those palms seeming to behave like magnets to light itself. As if the moon and stars shine just for her, onto her. And still shan’t the moonlit blessing woven into Thranduil’s silken mane dim in her vicinity, two beacons surrounded by forest, by dark.

❝ Mayhap I did call. Without voice, without letters on parchment ❞, musing tones sound underlined with uncertainty. An uncertainty which creases his brows in that otherwise nonchalant mien, whereas void of a second thought he lifts his hands to place them in hers. It is a subconscious action. The rings adorning his fingers are now catching starlight, shimmer so beautifully he can for a moment not peel his attention from them.

❝ A strange sickness has befallen numerous elves around me. Some trees ceased to whisper and sigh. ❞ Subtle negation shakes his fair head once, ere he aims to point up at the stars by glancing up. Sea longing, weariness of the fea, a great depression crept into this realm. ❝ Even the stars, it appears they are fewer. ❞ Neck craned, the elvenking watches said stars for another blink and feels his chest tighten at the idea that they all might one day die as do mortals, as do greens every fall. But this once to not return. ❝ Something within me seemed in need for assurance ❞, he speaks with firmness to his baritone again, still calm each slow-paced word pouring past pale lips. And his chin dips, unblinking eyne seeking that iridescent pair anew. ❝ Assurance that eternity itself is indeed deathless. ❞ That I am not falling prey to madness.

all possibilities played out before her eyes stars that lay dormant for thousands of years , suddenly erupted into great waves of light ---- scattering themselves across the universe in hopes that whatever remains , however small it may be , will become new life ( and is that not the thought of all living things ? from humans , to the seeds of a tree , to the pollen of a flower ; do we all not cast out the parts of us and pray that something will live on even after we are gone ? ) perhaps that worry seems naught for the immortal ---- what need have they to leave behind , when they themselves will forever remain , timeless as statues dug into the dirt ? ( but stars die , and statues crumble , and so is it not in your nature , too , to want to remain ? )

the trees sway , and as his fingertips fall against her palms , her eyes close . and the vibrant , glimmering , silver light of his falls against her gently ---- as graceful as the sweep of a swan’s wing against moonlit waters . her own fingers close around his , and behind her eyelids she watches a thousand eternities play like children around her . beams of light bursting , and rushing , and dancing around them . in her stilled chest , a breath shudders , like the cool wind against autumn leaves ( her head tips back , and the lights appear for him , too . to allow him to see the endlessness that she walks between , the thousands of paths she has tread by his side ---- and by the sides of his forefathers , and his kin , and all things that surround him ) the silver threads dim , and grow , and spin like a thousand dancers around his head

and when she speaks , it is with the voice of all things ---- each death , each life , each eternity echoing in the syllables of her tone ❝ all things have their time , from birth every living thing has a pact with death , and it is i who must keep the unspoken agreement ❞ her fingers lax slightly , thumb roving the back of his hand , as if searching for something there ❝ even the trees , even your kin , have their times . i must let death in eventually , when the call is too great , and the hounds howl too loudly ❞

finally , she sighs . and the lights around them fade into gentle nothingness , and her eyes open ---- no longer glowing , but a dull , silvery light that pierces like the call of steel blades ❝ but you must not have fear . this is not the end ---- the world moves in waves , and we all must wallow in the waters when they are calm , and learn to brave the storms when tragedy ruins the shores . the only question is ; do you have the strength to see this storm through ? ❞

#tharanduil #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #i cant believe i logged on at 5 am Just to reply to u

this feels like a callout

#LEAVE HER ALONE #MAYBE SO ! WHAT OF IT #––––––– ◝ ∞ out ╱ local emo guy

* 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 ,

It is beyond his perception how he shifts on silent heels to face her, lost in that white-burning gaze fails even to sense how the owl ascends as if frightened. The beast’s soul was never made to see itself trapped in a mirror cabinet reflecting countless versions of the here and now. Thranduil himself meanwhile leaps back onto that accursed battlefield, if only in his mind. Black sand below his feet, the stench of blood mingling with that of burnt flesh and the noise of shouts and roars of elves and orcs and dragons all at once. Hypnotized he stands on that balcony still, wide-eyed and so tense he might not even move if one attempted to push him over onto the ground. Alarmed, afraid, his heart hammers against the bone bars of its cage while an all too familiar ache tears into the whole left side of his frame.

With the next blink that the vague memory of Námo’s face flashes afore his inner eye and with a gasp he ‘wakes’, taking one step sideways ere catching the balcony's railing. Hideous, deep gashes mark half of his face and neck, the skin of his left hand seeming peeled away ; all red, coated in his own blood and steaming. But the illusion drawn from memory slowly fades to leave him as flawless as before. Thranduil beholds the canopy ahead to remind himself of the present, disturbing heat’s rush of thousand needles underneath his flesh gradually abating.

❝ I am convinced. ❞ Fair head dips to then rise again with his posture straightening, hands still on the carven wood while keen attention returns to Cassandra. What an ordinary name and face for a force so vast and inexplicable ! ❝ So to reiterate: were someone to rip you open ❞, however odd the phrasing sounds in his ears, he repeats it. ❝ I am afraid they could never tell whether to find that which they see unsightly or the contrary. ❞ His mouth feels dry, the taste of fire haunting his throat. ❝ Still, I must wonder why you appear to me in what appears to be a tangible shape, why now. ❞ The ellon can not shake his doubt that eternity itself feels as elves and men and all living things on Arda do.

she softens , for the horrors before him seem endless she understands gently , passionately , in her own way ( i was human once too , or so i think . it has drifted so far away from me now , a memory obscured by the edges of sleep / locked away deep within me like a wish never to see the light / a thing so intangible it has turned to nothing more than a dream ) and so she understands the woes of human heart ---- the agony , the grief , the unfathomable rawness of existence . for has she not seen & known all suffering ? all heart - break ? all love ?

the night grows silent as the king wallows in the depths of burned memory , and she too sits in that silence . patient & waiting , the specter of a saint cast in moon’s holy glow ( she dares not interrupt , she knows when she is needed ---- and when she is not . some grief is left best to its own unending turmoil ) her hands fold gently , and her brow furrows as he grasps the edge of the balcony , as if a lifeline to keep him tethered to the present ---- a thread of life to tie him down , to keep him from drowning / to not let the sea of the past take him away in its blossoming agonies ❝ it pains you still ❞

little more than an observation , quiet & captivated , held dark & sacred in this illuminous space . the woods seem to bend to him , to hearken to his hurt , as if the very branches of the willow leaned down to comfort the white stag ( though weary & worn , the crown does not slip free from his head ) and perhaps she is a bird , high above , watching his antlers dip into that dark solemn pool . and though she does not speak , nor sing , nor cry out to him ---- he knows she is there

❝ why do i appear to any living thing ? because you have called out to me , in some way ❞ cassandra takes a slow step forward , and the gossamer of her gown shifts in the light / iridescent & luminous . the pale light through twisting branches casts strangely onto her features , sets white - hot fire to her hair ❝ whether known or not , the very core of your being has asked for me to come , it is in your nature , and so i have answered the call ❞ how ethereal they are , white - cast queen of the moon , stood firmly before the silver glow of starlight’s king . her palms open , faced towards the sky , and extend towards him ❝ i appear to no other , not your kin , nor your guards . only you , and the world around us knows i walk this earth now ❞

#tharanduil #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #god bless JFDSHFJ my lotr knowledge isnt Superb so i appreciate it !!!#and absolutely omg #i love this thread sm

* 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 ,

Disbelief in its purest form clings to his marble mien, the ellon who has ever been so certain that naught seen or felt would escape his memory. The stars are forgotten. At least for now whilst Thranduil’s brilliant blue stare pins itself to the being who claims to be an omnipresence just like or more than Ilúvatar himself. Deep are the lines such lingering doubt has carved between strong brows, a huff climbing up his throat when at last he chooses to move. Restlessness commands him to pace the balcony. ❝ I must have lost my mind ❞, pours forth a mere mutter, the question as to why she chose to appear to him of all remaining at the back of his head.

The elvenking’s gaze darts to the open gate which leads inside, as if debating whether he ought to beckon another elf and ask if they, too, see his guest — pride prohibits that embarrassing act. His silvery head rushes to the left when an owl coos on a branch nearby as if mocking him, which earns the animal a glare soon to fade with a much more efficient query finding the light. He halts, distance to Cassandra maintained and a bejeweled hand extended in fluid motion for the owl that seems waiting for something.

It understands, leaps up from the wood to fly over and perch on his forearm. The feathered fellow’s head twitches to one side, then the other, while its round eyes focus on the guest. Thranduil, however, sounds nigh indifferent upon electing to wrap thought into word: ❝ Holds your claim truth, you will be able to recapitulate an event during my life which none but myself holds knowledge of. ❞

the owl rustles its feathers and her eyes blink slowly ( in the smallest of movements , there are a thousand universes born ; and i watch them all with wide eyes . how many lives slip through the grasp of my fingers ? ) perhaps he was the stars incarnate , for the light that consumed him was cold & calm ---- and held no mercy for the dying of other lights / and perhaps she was the moon , caught in her eternal vigil , that watchful & mournful gaze that pooled down over all things

her head cants to the side , eyes roaming the arches & twists of trees , her breath drawn by the soft winds that captured the land all was still and her gaze found him once more ---- burning , rings of white light pierced deep into the immortality of his skin ( digging , ravenous , as if peeling back the layers of his glimmering countenance to reveal the iron skeleton beneath ) what truth do you wish to hear ? what memory do i dredge from the sea of the sky & burn before your eyes ?

❝ i have seen you in almost death , hands held with the reaper as the lights of the west glowed faintly before you ❞ tell me , did it hurt ? as the blood spilled , as the starlight faded from view , as the flames consumed you , as i stood over you and watched death’s hound mongers creep in ? for i am the gate between life and death ; it was i who held the door closed , who staved off those gnarled maw’s hungering for the silver of your soul , who weighed the cosmos & heard the whispering of the universe : not yet , not yet , not yet ( for you still have so much to do , and life has not had its fill of you yet ) that hungering goddess has not taken all she wishes from you

❝ the dragon held no mercy for even you , king thranduil . another being who hungered for your death ---- but you did not die that day , though you were close ❞ her eyes close , and far away the waters of a distant pool ripple softly beneath her / the tremor of the earth left shivering in her wake . a hand extends , palm held towards the sky ❝ i have seen you live , and die , and live again . i have seen universes where you turned into nothing more than ash that day , but you did not . does my answer satisfy you ? ❞

#tharanduil #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #AHH thank u sm for telling me i would have had no clue what to write HFDJSFH

* 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙵 ,

starter for @pereniyal

❝ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say that you were trying to be rid of me. ❞

❝ i would never do such a thing your company is precious to me , mithrandir ❞ a pause , and her laughter spills like the ringing of silver bells against a cold winter night ---- the howl of frigid winds & snowy storms pausing to hear her call . her hand rests against his arm , a ghost of a reminder ( i am here , and yet i am not ) ❝ there are very few people who i find so easy to speak with , your wisdom & charm shine brighter than the stars ❞

#feloship #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #Nice

* 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 ,

Wise and blessed with keen sense, magic flowing through his veins as does blood, Thranduil fails to define what he beholds when gazing once more at her. A language dwells there he can’t fathom. And he finds himself fascinated, rooted to his spot like an unbent tree the outlines of which bask in the caress of the full moon’s brilliance. But his chin tips upward at the matter’s turn toward his own person, brows slowly furrowing in a perplexed mien.

❝ It is ❞, slow paced admission comes forth calm as is belated. ❝ — what I have done. ❞ Not allow it. Inevitable for a ruler who cannot make himself a target, after all. He turns toward her now, ends of long robes stirring with the shift but remaining pooled around his feet ; the elvenking’s fair head cants to one side where a twtich of lids narrows those wintry eyes. ❝ How have you seen all that ? ❞ Perhaps an odd way of asking ‘who are you?’.

and perhaps mystery had long since been lost the secrets of the universe entombed within the walls of her throat / every poet’s last breath held in the sacrum of her being ---- every warrior’s cry , and child’s song ( every thought & every dream / every whim you have entertained , for even the smallest of moments , has played out before my eyes ) through starlight i have walked to find you , the moon’s lonesome path through nighttime’s deep waters for there is no ground below us , there is nothing that awaits to catch us as we fall perilously , that is the doom of eternity : we are the fall that lasts forever ❝ i have seen everything . all that has been , all that will be , and even all that will never come to pass has lived within me ❞

it is an answer , and yet it is not . does this satisfy your hunger ? her gaze turns towards the sky , to those wandering stars that rove across the galaxies , peeking out with their curious eyes from behind twisted branches & dancing leaves ---- such was the beauty of this kingdom . a sigh forms against longingly against her lungs , heralded gently by a soft breeze as she looks back to him ❝ you know me , though perhaps you do not remember . i am every moment of your life , i am every passing second that slips through time’s grasp , i am the face that eternity wears ❞ i am the universe , and i walk beside you now

#tharanduil #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #PLEASE THEY'RE STRESSING ME OUT

pereniyal

dynamics call… yeah…

#am gonna go lay down but come to me #this is for all types of dynamics 😌

❝ i heard you call for me ❞ a smile lilts , ever so gently , against the curves of her lips ( and though the universe toils endlessly in her eyes , for the moment , she is captivated solely by him ) they have tread a thousand different paths together , and through him she has watched stars burn ---- has watched the birth of galaxies heralded by his hand ( for he has woven an endless web of possibilities , a million different threads of starlight spun all for her ---- an endless traveler , walking beside him all along ) she steps forward , her fingers gently grasping his hands , lifting them with all the gentleness of a dove’s wing ❝ have you missed me ? or were you simply in need of my advice ? ❞ a teasing tone to her voice , she thinks that once , she was human ---- but that is far away now / a path who’s bridge has been burned by the embers of dying suns . for now there is the two of them , alone , stood on the endless spiral of starlight’s edge

@timewarn , 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

#timewarn #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #a small thing for them. as a treat !

* 𝙻𝙾𝙺𝙸 ,

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃: CASSANDRA WRIGHT. —— @pereniyal. 🐍 ❛❛ the kills — last day of magic. ❜❜ —— 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓.

❛❛ there’s only so much you can hide. ❜❜

❝ i can hide far more than you could comprehend ❞ eternal maiden , for she is every thread that has woven the tapestry of the universe ---- even time himself , hunched over his thousand year hourglass , has sat patiently by her side ( does he not wait for her word every hour ? to hear the turning of the tides , to know each step of each person , to know what path they now tread in this world ? )

❝ or , do you suggest , that there is only so much that i could hide from you ? ❞ how often have i walked beside you , seen the indecision burn within you ---- a fire hidden so deep within the darkness of your soul that it has turned to nothing more than dying embers upon a dark morning ? i have set foot into every choice you have made and every choice you have wished you hadn’t i have watched you pave your path through this world , watched the stars weep & mourn , seen the call of wolves heed to your side . her hand rests gently against his shoulder , a phantom weight ( in how many universes do we end up here ? in how many universes do i feel the weight of you upon my hips , an unspoken cry into the nothingness ? ) ❝ i will admit , there are many things you know of me that others do not ❞

#godlious #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #absolutely no idea what i just wrote but good for them !

* 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 ,

The metaphor is not lost to him. Silent for another blink’s duration, Thranduil beholds her and finds it odd how he fails to shake the feeling that she is there, but at the same time not. Eternity is both beautiful and unsightly, yet; so might be an every individual.

Heavy lids slip with the ellon’s gaze casting downward, ere he sways his attention to the night above and utters the only suggestion present in his mind: ❝ Then do not allow it. ❞

her patience is unwavering still as the marble statues that litter the land , she is silent ( a maiden in waiting ) to the king’s response . and when she moves , it is though the moonlight follows her path , a specter shining down upon the ethereal cacophony of her features ---- what countenance should the universe itself wear ? for now , it is soft . for now , she is more human than most ❝ is that what you have done ? ❞

she looks up upon him , a crystalline creature ---- carved from glittering starlight , yet sharp & fearsome as a dagger ( and what a strange contrast to the softness of her jaw , the divot between her brows , the strange mortal light behind her eyes ) ❝ so many have longed to see your undoing , thranduil ---- i have seen the hunger of all those who wish to pull you apart , one silver thread at a time ❞

#tharanduil #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #PLEASE i cant tell if shes trying to be helpful or not

* 𝙻𝙾𝙺𝙸 ,

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌. like a blade to the throat; loki understands. the rawness, the howl of white - hot pain that continues. there is no stopping it —————— the loneliness that aches from the weight of sorrow in the heart. he has felt this, he has known the dull twist of constant yearning. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘. gazing into cassandra’s eyes, loki searches. ❛❛ … and what has opened your wounds? ❜❜ curious, he tilts his head. not one to dwell in anyone’s sadness but his own, this feels strange. while they have much in common, they are opposites. his lying, his betrayal —————— cassandra isn’t a dagger. loki blinks, turning away, leaning on the stone of the balcony. he folds his arms, staring off at nothing in particular. waiting for an answer, he merely listens to the wind from the ocean. the smell reminds him of asgard —————— but now is not the time for homesickness, lamentation, or regret. 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

eternity was dutiful in her silence for she was found in the braying of wolves , in the dull throb of a lover’s heart , in the mournful sound of a last breath taken by the wind ( the universe spoke for her , in strange sounds & haunted whispers ---- but others could not understand that / they could not find meaning in the song of a star turning slowly through the darkness ) she breathes in , and the world hushes gently ---- even the agonizing rush of the waters below stilling in the head of her voice / is it hard to believe ? that once i was nothing more than human ? that to gods like you , i was nothing more than a grain of sand ❝ what wounds do i not bear ? is it not my job to wear the ache of an entire universe ? ❞ unspoken : there are so many things i have seen , so many lost hopes & dreams faded into galaxies far away / so many tragedies that have come to pass , so many things we have been saved from

❝ i am the silent watcher of complete endlessness , i am the wound that weeps no blood , but aches nonetheless ❞ for awhile , she is motionless . stood in the pale moonlight of her gown . but slowly , she comes to his side , her fingertips resting gently against the same stone he leans against ---- an atlas , searching for a moment of relief under all this weight . her gaze turns to him , unwavering / a violent & intangible movement in her irises ❝ but what of your wounds , loki laufeyson ? ❞

#godlious #––––––– ◝ ∞ writing ╱ this is where your eternity comes to an end #no actual clue what they're talking abt but good for them