Fingon son of Fingolfin, also known as Fingon the Valiant. Once-High-King of the Noldor, Courageous Beyond Words, Loyal Beyond Fault, and Determined Beyond Weakness. Indie RP for Fingon from Tolkien's The Silmarillion. This blog is MULTI-SHIP/VERSE/FANDOM FRIENDLY.
tracking: radiantvalor
(✮) Has been roleplaying for 10+ years // as Fingon for 1 year
(✮) Knows Tolkien stuff ok. Always learning tho.
(✮) Uses primarily icons in replies, you can use anything.
(✮) Open to all styles of rp: novel, one-liner, icon/gif, crack.
(✮) Has read: The Hobbit, LOTR, and the Silmarillion
(✮) Is up to date with the movie verse. (LOTR & The Hobbit)
(✮) Skype is available upon request!!
(✮) Mun just wants to love u ok?
(✮) NSFW & Triggers will be tagged.
(✮) Mun & Muse are of age; smut will happen SELECTIVELY.
(✮) Please. Please read the rules. Thank you.
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"I had nearly forgotten how old you are..Odd how some things slip the mind." Without hesitation she followed, her bow on her back and a seemingly carefree step. "Yes but that’s not what I’m for. What I’ll deal with for another few decades, not until..until Uncle is no longer the King and Fili has taken his place, that is when the responsibility as heir goes to me." She climbed over the log, turning to look to him. "That’s true. I suppose I’ll always worry about the sickness though. It’s always going to be a risk."
"You are always an heir." He pointed out before hopping down and continuing on his way, although he kept his pace slower than his norm--for her sake at least. "Do you think my brother had any less pressure than I did? And you have to always be prepared--tragedies happen. My father was killed in combat. I had no warning, or inclination that I was about to be High-King, yet the crown was mine. Just because you think nothing will happen--it doesn't mean they won't. And Turgon got the crown after me. You have to be prepared."
Note: I do not do kissing memes for characters that I have had no interaction with. Sorry, bros. It just makes me feel awkward--and Fingon don't go 'round kissin' random peeps.
But, Morifinde had learned a long time ago that she would do absolutely anything for this Man. (A singularly terrifying fact--especially when paired with her absolutely not caring that it should scare her.)
Of course, with peacetime, something had to go wrong. And of course, it went wrong when she thought absolutely nothing could. She should've worried about something, really. But, she hadn't. Of course, Morifinde had been a little distracted in preparing to have a child.
The Elf couldn't sleep, and Bard was off on some diplomatic trip. Due to come back any day, but still gone. So, she couldn't sleep. And she was far too lost in the necklace she was weaving out of golden wire to realize something was wrong.
Until she smelled smoke.
A normal person would have tried to find the source, or exit. A Queen would have immediately sought out to make sure the castle was evacuated. Morifinde froze. Where there was smoke, there was fire. And sure enough, when she turned, she could see the blaze just outside her closed door.
All she remembered was shutting down. Seeing the flames and then she remembered nothing until she was outside with no idea of how she got there. Once she came to her senses, she almost immediately broke down. If anyone had questions about whether or not the new Queen had a "human" element, they were seeing it now. Of course, they just thought she was shaken from almost dying. Almost no one knew that she had a phobia of fire.
It could've been hours or minutes when someone entered the small house that had been offered for her (it was empty anyway), and she was too far checked out to realize who it was. She had cried until she had no more tears to give and her body was exhausted from shaking--but the shaking wouldn't stop. It was almost the Balrog all over again. Almost a death by fire. Almost--
This time when her name was said, she looked up. "--Bard." It was an exhalation of relief and she simply sank against him once his arms were around her. It was the first time in hours that she had relaxed and the ache in her muscles were quick to tell her so. Turning in his arms, she curled a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to her and pressed her lips to his a little more forcefully than she had meant.
"If you ever leave me alone like that again, I will kill you myself. I swear."
"…So are we going on an adventure?" A sigh left her and she looked down before looking at Fingon again. "Uncle is putting more pressure on Fili and I, slowly..It is small but I worry about the sickness of Durin’s line reaching him."
"I've been adventuring for over seven thousand years--I'm only out for a walk, but.." He trailed off, pushing off of the tree and turning, motioning for her to follow him. "Pressure is the way of the royal line, Kili. One must always be an example, eager to take on new responsibilities, be ready for just about anything." He hopped up onto a fallen log, wavering only slightly when one leg threatened to give out. "It may be less sickness and more stress. A crown can hold a heavy weight."
"…You are only hunting? Well that’s disappointing..I needed out of Erebor for a while, it’s getting stressful there.." She’s obviously saddened by the news, as she had managed to escape from her royal clothing and slipped back into her clothes from the quest, despite the singe marks.
"I said could be, not that I was." He paused raising an eyebrow, "Stressful? How so?"
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Kiss in the Rain
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Then there’s tongue
"I swear to the Valar and give my word as Princess of Erebor that no harm will come to you from this following adventure. Happy? Besides, I left a note saying I was going on an adventure and would return shortly."
"Yes, I am. I just do not want to be blamed for kidnapping the princess when she's gone off on her own. And who said I was going adventuring? I could just be hunting."
An impish smile appears, a familiar adventurous twinkle in her eye. “So I am currently allowed? And they won’t get mad or even notice I’m gone, as I said. Fili might but he knows I wander and adventure. You’re safe from them.”
"I better be. Or--no more following adventures for you, Aulëonna."
"Then most likely they’ll send Bifur to track me down. For a dwarf with an axe in his head, he’s a magnificent tracker. I don’t know, you interest me. And you haven’t told me to scram yet."
"Maybe it's a tracking device. Enchanted." The Elf waves a hand before turning towards her, shoulder leaning against a tree. "If you get me into trouble with your kin, you're never allowed to follow me around again."
I ship chemistry.
So forgive me if I do not jump your bones right away.
The story has to make sense to me.
There has to be a connection.
And if I don’t feel it, I can’t write it.
