Gandalf (Semi-hiatus)

Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard a very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. RP and ask blog for bookverse Gandalf (the Grey and the White) and Olórin the Maia. Happy to write with book or movie muses, but I characterize Gandalf from the text. Please read the links! Semi-hiatus

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servantofthesecretfire said:

“It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its untainted glory, and still to love it.”

Oscar Wilde starter sentences.

(Modernverse — x)

The vial of tears delivered by the Maia was put away swiftly, yet the pain caused by Nienna’s gift lingered for another moment in his expression. A crack in the peaceful facade he wore, providing a small and brief glimpse to the deteriorated state of his mind and spirit. It didn’t lasted long though, the illusion barely wavering to return again with full force, pain swept away by the all-consuming euphoria of his unbalanced Fëa.

Lips curled again into a warm smile, all sadness and disturbance fading away.

"Untainted?" He leaned forward, placing an elbow on the table to rest his chin on a hand, long unruly locks of fair hair falling to the side. A rather curious look, almost innocent, put the final touch to confer him a juvenile appearance. “Since Melkor’s tantrum during the Music, there hasn’t been much ‘untainted glory’, don’t you think?" The smile dancing upon Irmo’s lips widened, even though the tone of his voice turned slightly bitter. “I heard something a long time ago, even before Aman became a forgotten legend — some of the Children didn’t believe in the Second Music, they just didn’t think it’s possible for the world to exist without marring… no, actually, a few even rejected the idea, convinced that a world unmarred would only be some sort of horrible prison, constructed to suit several oppressive standards of righteousness — This is all they know and all they could hope for.”

[servantofthesecretfire]

The old man in the impeccably tailored white suit held himself still and calmly observed this slip of control, though in truth he felt as if the world shifted precariously under the soles of his polished leather shoes. He had known their reunion would be like this. Had he not sensed it long ago in the very fabric of Reality? Was it any different, any worse than what he had seen in his meetings with the others – (those he had been able to find –) ?

No, his mind said; yes, his heart murmured; he wrestled briefly with his own pang of grief and took a drink of black-brewed tea, finding some comfort in its bitterness.

"There is no untainted glory to the eyes of the Singers who remember," he said thoughtfully as he set his cup down again. "But to those who have known nothing else but a marred existence .. who are we to say they are wrong in their courage and innocence and willingness to love, to claim that there yet remains pieces of untainted glory in this world? That they hope at all, that they seek it among the marring like panning flecks of gold from a stream, is proof that not all is given over to Melkor's evil."

He smiled then, warm and wondering, but quickly looked down in something that might have been shame. "I have given much of myself over to them, and taken too much in return." He picked up a silver teaspoon and twirled it distractedly against the tabletop. "I myself have forgotten much of untainted glory. I cling to their breathless courage as often as I whisper it into their fëar."

Olórin could not bring himself to look upon his companion as he hesitatingly spoke words long rehearsed should this moment ever come.

"Do not just me harshly, my lord, I beg of you, for perhaps I have chosen to forget – as I did once before."

[servantofthesecretfire]

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it."

"I have no doubt this is true," Olórin agreed; and in the next moment, playfully shot a gout of white-hot fire directly above Ossë’s head.

[masteroftheseas]

Ossë reacted purely on instinct and pride, hand swiping up to prove he could indeed catch anything. Including fire.

He shrieked and dropped his hand to peer at the steam smoldering from his palm. “Rude,” he hissed, flicking droplets of hot water at his companion. 

[servantofthesecretfire]

The Elf-shaped Maia's eyes took on a dangerous gleam. He shed his fána, revealing a creature of searing flame not entirely unlike a Balrog but purer, blinding to the eye, red and purple flashes dancing like opal through billows of white and blue. It was a thing of many wings and eyes, sleek and terrible and full of speed and cunning. The air filled with the overpowering scent of tobacco smoke, the dust of the road, and some sweet-hot spice almost like cinnamon. 

The fire laughed in crackles of delight as the sand beneath it turned to molten glass.

How long has it been since either of us had a bit of fun? Olórin asked daringly, then spoke more formally. Come, Ošošai! Do you not long for this, though most rightly fear to grant it to you? I name you friend and kinsman – let us fight in joy and love, not strife and bitterness – but let us fight! What say you?

[servantofthesecretfire]

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it."

"I have no doubt this is true," Olórin agreed; and in the next moment, playfully shot a gout of white-hot fire directly above Ossë's head.

[servantofthesecretfire]

"Since a lot of people share gifts these days, I thought it would be nice to give you a little something-" The Man produced a small package from inside his sleeve, handing it discretely to the Wizard. Its content was an extremely rare brand of pipe-weed found only in one place in Valinor. "Don't let the Hobbits get their hands on it... or Men... or Elves... or anyone actually." He said, scratching the back of his neck in a rather nervous and inelegant manner. "It could be -you know- dangerous."

The Istar took the little package just as carefully as it was offered, palming it away with the consummate skill of a master of sleight of hand. It vanished without a trace into his voluminous and slightly tattered grey robes.

"Indeed! I do not doubt it," he said gravely. "Thank you, my lo..ah, my lad. Very kind of you to think of me. I will put it to good use at an appropriate time. Perhaps we may later discuss the outcome of such an experiment, for I am sure it will prove enlightening.”

The slight emphasis on this last word was the only clue as to his merriment; but then Gandalf frowned in thought. “But to my regret, I did not think to get you a gift, and do not let it be said that Gandalf the Grey is a poor friend! What might I give you in return?”

[melhekh]

his is completely, 100% unstructured and listed in no particular order. Honestly, all of the Tolkien RP community is worth following forever, but these are the folks I’ve had the privilege of interacting with or, at least, admiring from afar. 

The Baes 

cleverindeed: I’ve been RPing with this Bilbo since I first started, a year ago. One of the nearest and dearest writers to my RP heart, for sure, and a WONDERFUL Bilbo, just all around. ~ prideofthemountain: A personification of The Arkenstone, an absolutely gorgeous writer. I love the dynamic between their ‘Ark’ and my Thorin. ~missbellabaggins: Not sure if they remember me, but we interacted a lot a year ago before I poofed. Simply lovely fem!Bilbo, wonderful character writer. ~ youngcourageousheart: A great depiction of Kili, one of the best I’ve seen. Lovely to write with. ~ thethiefoftheshire: Another simply awesome Bilbo I love to interact with. ~ elvishpartyelk: Everyone needs to RP with Thranduil’s Elk, just don’t fucking pet him. ~ brandofdale: Lovely writer for Bard’s grandson, awesome depiction and a great sense of creativity. ~ alittlemun: Thorin is very fond of little Mari and I think most anyone else would be too. ~ littletapuk: Great, unique Hobbit OC and a wonderful writer! ~ kxngofdale: Mind-blowing depiction of Bard, really expands on what’s already there and then some.  

The following are people I either haven’t interacted that much with, would like to and/or admire from afar:

daughterofbard, sonofesgaroth, littleredmarill, lordofelves, releasetheprisoners, stillthirstfordwarfblood, the-shire-halfling-bilbo, wxthmybrother, arrowsanddresses, wandersinstarlight, the-woodland-ruler bolddwarf, thelittleburglar, sodonewithdwarves, dwalinrp, lukhudel, kinglyforestfairy,  burglarbilb0, faeblood, iidunn, rulerofmirkwood, thebravestlittlehobbitofthemall, ilinnare, vezely, ofevenstars, dwarfbattlepiggy, reckless-archer, regnumverus, screw-you-im-a-hobbit, servantofthesecretfire, dwalinsbattlehammer, jewelamonghobbits, zadgar beorningchief, ofbrandybuck, theladynindeofrivendell, vaniima, ofthegreenwoods, warhornofgondor, eldestnephewfili, letmegiveyou-death, motherofprinces, anoldwarrior, caladhiril, bofurthekind, thekinddwarf, ages-of-arda, littleladyori, bagendburglar, politethief, apathlikeatrack, bilbo-of-the-shire, arewenotpartofthisworld, deepintheenemycouncil, wisebyexperience, gxldberry, alowlysilvanelf, pheriannath

If I’ve forgotten you it’s only because my fingers are tired now. XD OR I just haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. ALL OF YOU ARE SO QUALITY THO, IF IT WERE POSSIBLE I’D TAG EVERY TOLKIEN RPER OKAY DRINKS ALL AROUND. 

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     Now, y’all may be wondering why in the world I’m using David Bowie’s face for this follow forever instead of one of my faceclaims. The answer is simple:

     As many of you know, I run four RP blogs in this fandom: ulmoofthevalar, shieldofthewhitecity, long-will-i-tarry, and eoforhild. I admittedly lose track of who I follow on what blog, but I dearly love every last one of y’all. To make my life a bit easier (and less confusing), I decided to do one large follow forever for all of my rp blogs. Hence, the use of my mun faceclaim — David Bowie. And, no I don’t care that I’m a girl and he’s a guy; he’s gorgeous and I adore him.

     Needless to say, this will be very long. I would just like every last one of you to know that I do truly love you. I’m not saying that as lip service. I sincerely care for all of you; you are all such excellent and important human beings who I am very proud to follow and to be followed by. Regardless of whether or not I have ever interacted with you or spoken to you, your mere existence brings me the greatest joy. Thank you kindly for a wonderful year and for welcoming me into the Tolkien rp community with warmth and joy. And, thank you all for sharing your incredible talents with us! Whether you be an rp blog, an art blog, a personal, or any mixture of those, you are such precious and important parts of this fandom and I applaud you for being here.

     These are listed in literally no order. Literally. Some of you will have a little x beside your name. Hover over it for a message!

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[legolasoflasgalen]

The forest was eerily silent. It was as if the trees themselves held their breath, unwilling to breath in the icy tendrils of mist that were clinging to the bushes. The leaves were barely rustling anymore. Laden by ice, they hung down heavily, and no breeze would stir them. The only sound to break the silence, was the soft grinding of the ice, where the sledges were ploughing their way through the fresh snow.

It was the end of Girithron, the cold month. For many days, the snow flakes had fallen, turning the forest in a frozen blanket of white - but now, at the last day of the year, the clouds had spent their last strength, and were floating exhausted over the canopy. No doubt, later on, they would resume their labor to cover up the traces that the sledges and coaches were making later on, but for now, they were content just to watch their work with the satisfaction of a craftsman, having finished a masterpiece.

Indeed, they had taken care of a magnificent tapestry of snow. For humans, it might have been even difficult to get through it, without sinking knee height in the white, if they had not been offered light sledges, to carry them to the forest river. Their rank slats cut easily through the tapestry, pushing aside the snow.

Soon enough, they found the Forest River, riddled with clumps of ice, and followed it against the stream, towards the Woodland Hall - in the summer a cathedral of green and sunlight, with pillars of trees and a roof of leaves, and soft grass to please bare feet, but now it was transformed into a palace of ice. The elves had hung up plates of glass during the previous night, and now the frost had painted on it with its icy fingers, creating beautiful crystals that no elf had ever been able to make. There were mirrors as well, and bells of silver and mithril, clinging merrily against each other while they caught the warm light of the candles, that had been placed where ever the folk of Thranduil had decided they would do nicely. 

Beneath this game of warm glues and silver bells, tables were placed, equally chaotically, like the wood-elves liked, loaded with the most exquisite foods and drinks - and this time, they had taken care to accommodate to the visitors in the sledges. A whole table was reserved for the hobbits (poppybrownlock, pippinxtook, faeblood), with mushrooms, prepared in any way mushrooms could be prepared, and tender bread, beer (in pints) and all the sweet vegetables that the gardens of the Shire could bring forth, together with freshly baked pastries and a whole scale of muffins.

There was a table for men too, surrounded by campfires, in the middle of the meadow, where the dark woods seemed less threatening to them. Their plates were filled with roasted meat, almost falling from the bone, and the most heart beers and meads, although there was wine as well, for the most renown human poet on the feast, and other refined princes, and juicy fish for the bargeman. ( king-aragorn-of-gondor, thesonofthedragon, mysterieuxpersonnage, princedesruesdeparis, beardedbowman, dragxnslayer, daleprincess).

Not far from them, but much closer to the edges of the woods and with less fires, a lower table was placed, equally loaded with the most hearty foods, in all colors except for green, but with only beer and ale, no wine - for even though the Nandor did not hold the dwarves ( thekinddwarf, acoupleofkeepsakes, theoneandonlykili) in high esteem, they were guests nonetheless, and thus treated with honor.

The last table was ordained more rationally. Whereas most Nandor did not use mess or fork during feasts, this table had silver cutlery and smooth plates on it, with light food and the most refined wine in decorated chalices. It stood a bit further to the River as well, where the starlight shone the brightest, and close to the throne of the king. The music of the feast could be heard more faintly hear, allowing for polite conversation and hearty discussions, and there was plenty of place for fireworks as well, in the mid of the night. It was a table meant for the high elves, and other high visitors. ( ecthelion-of-the-fountain, goldenglorfindel, theshipwright, yavanna-queen-of-the-earth, servantofthesecretfire, vardathestarkindler, ages-of-area, elegantevenstar) 

However, it was a Nandor feast - and Nandor feasts meant singing and dancing and running and laughing. Many more visitors could be found in the icy hall, some watching the feast quietly from the water, where floating candles had been laid in ( sheissyrena), others were engaged in deep conversation about the different kinds of magic and healing ( willowwithdragonheartstring, narminye), or were just running around, dancing with the Nando or resting against the trees, watching the whole festivity with interest ( warriorprincesstauriel, thenotredhead, lilyofsteel, littlegreenleafofmirkwood, vittanova, edeneth, asktauriel, sashaofravenlock, itmeanswoodlanddaughter).

There were others too who were watching the feast, hiding on the edges of the forest, and pulling pranks and tricks on unsuspecting elves and visitors ( dianadistrictsix), even though some seemed content just to ask questions as well - some pertinent, others genuinely curious. They were all clad in a large, grey cloak, that obscured their face. From time to time though, some of the servants brought food towards them as well, and invited them to dance, but they seemed content just to watch.

And in this way, the evening would pass in song and merriment, while the clouds decided to favor the stars with a glance on the feast as well, and pulled their cloaks away from before their sights - and it was a memorable night to be sure.

I admit I have no idea what I wanted to achieve with this. It’s kind of an open starter/follower forever/drabble. Anyway, feel free to comment, share or reply on it, or just read it ^^ Also, I KNOW I have probably forgotten someone, but this is for everyone of my followers!

The happiest of New Years to all of you! I am so grateful that you were in my life last year, and I hope 2015 will bring you all you desire (and that it may be bathed in starlight, as Legolas says I should say). Happy New Year, and see you next year!

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Merry Christmas!

[servantofthesecretfire]

A little Holidays "Thank you" from me to you. Thank you for bringing joy into my life during this past year. You're wonderful and I love you! Send this to all the people who meant something to you in 2014!

[*melts* Thank you, sweetie! Lots of love to you as well!]

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[sycamoreleaf]

Happy Christmas, Silmarillion fandom!

If you celebrate the holiday or not, I still wish you all the best! A big thank you to everyone who has shown their support by fallowing me or just liking and/or reblogging my works. You are the reason I am here and I cannot thank you all enough! 

From left to right: Varda, Yavanna, Este, Nienna, Vaire, Nessa and Vana

[mfstcrgirl]

"What! Forget Gandalf the Grey?" The tall old man rumbled in displeasure and looked down at her in deepest concern. "I cannot allow it, my dear Hobbit. Do you mean you have forgotten my goblin-barkers and Dwarf-candles? My adventures with the Old Took? The smell of my pipe and the sound of my singing coming over the Hill? Come now, it is time to remember and step free of this fog that steals you away."

Merry laid back onto her pillows and stared at the man before her. She didn’t remember anything after that hit, and nobody thought she’d ever really get it together, the way she had before. “You’re one of uncle’s friends?” She asked. “You look funny.” Indeed, he did, but this was yet another product of her addled mind. “Who’s the Old Took again?”

[mfstcrgirl]

"What are you- ah." Merry relaxed. It almost felt like drowning, the sensation of Gandalf opening her head filling her lungs, taking her from the waking world into her own head.

The room they were in, Merry recognized- her own bedroom. But it was different- the walls were yellow, and a crib of dark wood was accompanied by a chair of the same craftsmanship. Sitting in the chair was a much younger Bilbo, his face creased with concern as he studied the baby fussing in his arms.

Her expression changed and she looked at Gandalf in disbelief. “Wait, but…my mother. My father-” She was cut off by Bilbo whispering to the crying bundle.

"It’s a shame your parents couldn’t keep you, Marian. You are precious, even when you’re sick." Bilbo smiled fondly, but Merry looked to Gandalf.

[servantofthesecretfire]

The being of light sadly stroked her curly hair. 

"Yes, my dear," he said simply, confirming what she saw before her as truth. "I am sorry. But where there was loss, there was also gain – see how he looks at you? You are a light to his life, little one, and have been since he became both mother and father to you when you were small. This is the love waiting for you, worrying for you, caring for you even now, as he hopes for your return."

[servantofthesecretfire]

Guardians of the Galaxy Sentence Starters

"I have no words for an honorless thief."

"What's with giving tree here?"

"That's mine!"

"Ain't no one like me 'cept me."

"It's cool to have a code name, it's not that weird."

"Like I said, she/he's got a rep."

"Whatever nightmares the future holds are dreams compared to what's behind me."

"You wanna get to him/her, you go through us. Or, more accurately, we go through you."

"I'm with them."

"Take her down to the showers. It'll be easier to clean up the blood."

"Her/His life is not yours to take."

"Your words mean nothing to me!"

"Why would I put my finger on his throat?"

"What I'm saying is, you want to keep her/him alive."

"I like your knife, I'm keeping it."

"Asleep for the danger. Awake for the money as for frickin' usual."

"Your demeanor is that of a pouty child."

"This is one fight you won't win."

"I've heard these small bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of deal."

"You must be joking."

"No, I've really heard they find you attractive."

"You need my what?"

"Spare me your foul gaze, woman!"

"Why is this one here?"

"Cease your yammering and release us from this irksome confinement."

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it."

"I told you I have a plan."

"That was a pretty good plan."

"They crumpled my pants up into a ball, that's rude! They folded yours!"

"Screw this then, I'm not waiting around for someone with a death wish."

"This one shows spirit, he/she shall make a keen ally in the battle."

"You're an imbecile."

"What is that?"

"That's

"No one's blowing up moons."

"You just wanna suck the fun out of everything."

"If we're gonna work together, you might wanna try trusting me a little bit."

"I am not a princess!"

"Your ship is filthy."

"You got issues."

"I can't tell if you're joking or not."

"There are no regulations whatsoever here."

"It's dangerous and illegal work. Suitable only for outlaws."

"This is not respectable establishment."

"That's the first thing you've said that wasn't batshit crazy!"

"It's just a negotiation tactic."

"He is not my father."

"Why would you risk your life for this?"

"I am a warrior, and an assassin. I do not dance."

"Who put the sticks up their butts?"

"The melody is pleasant."

"I am not some starry eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery!"

"He/She has no respect!"

"You just wanna laugh at me!"

"No one's laughin' at you."

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing, he does!"

"I didn't ask to get made!"

"Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich."

"Fine, but after all this I can't promise I won't kill every last one of you."

"See that's exactly why none of you have any friends!"

"You shall send a message for me."

"We're all very fascinated, but we'd like to get paid."

"I will no longer be your slave!"

"What the f-?"

"What do you still have it for?!"

"I can't believe you had that in your purse!"

"It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!"

"Or we could give it to someone really nice who's not going to arrest us and will give us a ton of money."

"I think it's a good balance between both worlds."

"Wait here, I'll be back."

"I hated you least."

"You'll die in seconds!"

"I saw you out there. Something came over me, and I couldn't let you die."

"Something incredibly heroic."

"They're all idiots!"

"None of this would have happened if you didn't try to singlehandedly take on a frickin' army!"

"All this rage... Is just to cover my loss."

"Everybody's got dead people. It's no excuse to get everybody else dead along the way."

"There's only two of us!"

"You're. Makin'. Me. Beat. Up. Grass!"

"I'm coming for you."

"You dare to oppose me?"

"Normal people don't even think about eatin' other people!"

"Is that what she's been filling your head with? Sentiments?"

"You kill me now, you are saying goodbye to the biggest deal you have ever seen."

"How about trying to

"This is what we get for trying to act altruistically."

"I have a plan."

"You're copying me from when I said I have a plan."

"I have part of a plan."

"That's a fake laugh."

"Life's giving us a chance to give a shit."

"I have lived most my life surrounded by my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."

"I will fight beside you."

"Now I'm standing. You happy? We're all standing. Bunch of jackasses standing in a circle."

"This is a terrible plan."

"He says that he's an a-hole, but he's not 100% a dick."

"I don't believe anyone is 100% a dick."

"For the record, I advised against trusting you."

"They got my dick message!"

"No one talks to my friends like that."

"Finger to the throat means death."

"You can't. You'll die. Why are you doing this?! Why?!"

"Dance off bro, me and you!"

"I'm distracting you, you big turd-blossom!"

"I might be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain't one."

"I have to warn you against breaking any laws in the future."

"What should we do next? Something good, something bad, bit of both?"

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"I am Lainel, of the Dunedain" Lainel introduced herself, "We have a fair few tales that describe you rather aptly, Mithrandir."  She then looked Westward, "I’d be careful on the road out that way. There’s been more unpleasant activity on the roads lately." 

Lainel looked at him with a slow smile, “Granted, I pity anyone dumb enough to try to rob you, if even half the stories are true.”

[servantofthesecretfire]

"Well met, Lainel of lost Westernesse," he said, and tipped his hat to her. "Thank you for the warning. On the roads where I walk, thieves who see only a hobbling old man and think to take advantage of him do not make the same mistake twice! But it is a bothersome waste of time."

The wizard eyed her thoughtfully. "Is it this, or some other errand that brings you out traveling, my good Ranger?"

[sheisthesxnlight-archived]

———— Aureriel’s eyes widened in great wonder at the wizard who introduced himself as Mithrandir. She had heard many great stories about the Grey Wizard from when she was a very small child, his tales had been one of her favorites. The maiden’s smile grew ever wider  as she gazed up at the old man. “I should have known you were he. Naneth has told many things about you as well as the other great wizards." she replied, her mind full of question she wished to ask him. She had always wanted to meet the wandering wizard, to speak with him, to learn from him. She admired him for what he did for others and the world of Middle Earth, “Will you be staying long, Mithrandir? I am certain my mother knows that you are here. " she said, a hopeful tone in her voice as she continued to studied him with her bright blue hues, her mother’s eyes. 

[servantofthesecretfire]

"Has she, now?" He spoke lightly, carefully hiding a slight wariness at this - for he had known Galadriel in the days of her youth, the days of the Two Trees of Valinor, and now in these lands she was one of the few who knew him for what he was: a spirit of the West come in disguise. Had she passed that dangerous secret on to her daughter? But he smiled in return, deciding that he would find out in time. 

"Am I staying long?" he repeated thoughtfully, taking up his staff from where it leaned against the tree. The runes carved upon it seemed to briefly shimmer with heat, like waves coming off a blazing forge; but then the effect was gone.

"Or do you mean to ask, am I staying long enough that you might ply me with questions about the doings of the great and small, the tongues of all the birds and beasts, the dance-steps of the stars and the secrets of the sea-depths?" He gave her a knowing look, amused – and touched – by her curiosity.