daughter of the long lake

Sigrid, daughter of Bard. Born a child of the Long Lake, but raised from the ashes of Esgaroth and the ruins of Dale to become a Princess of a city built on dragonfire.

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sorry about the blanca spam, I wanted to clear things off my laptop but felt like I should post those in case anyone else anywhere on tumblr wants them. 

I think pretty much everyone has seen this, but if not, please know that I have moved sigrid to my multimuse blog, which can be found here: @viaminvenia

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don’t mind the blanca pics I’m about to post, I just need a place to post them because I found them on my laptop still. this blog is essentially an archive

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I can see that the tolkien fandom is alive again and I’m like......do I come back to sig? add her to my multi? choices choices?

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Once in a while we meet a gentle person. Gentleness is a virtue hard to find in a society that admires toughness and roughness. We are encouraged to get things done and to get them done fast, even when people get hurt in the process. Success, accomplishment, and productivity count. But the cost is high. There is no place for gentleness in such a milieu. Gentle is the one who does ‘not break the crushed reed, or snuff the faltering wick.’ Gentle is the one who is attentive to the strengths and weaknesses of the other and enjoys being together more than accomplishing something. A gentle person treads lightly, listens carefully, looks tenderly, and touches with reverence. A gentle person knows that true growth requires nurture, not force. Let’s dress ourselves with gentleness. In our tough and often unbending world our gentleness can be a vivid reminder of the presence of God among us. (Henri Nouwen)