#&(elrond)

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . elrond gets a visit from the daughter of sauron

Salome had rejoiced on the day her father perished. (Or so she had thought, anyway.) But his spirit had remained, without shape but perfectly capable of casting his dark shadow over Middle Earth. She had watched him from a distance, her resentment and hatred growing stronger every day -much like his influence. She had hoped, foolishly, to be rid of him.

If one wanted something done right, clearly they had to do it themselves.

It was what Salome thought to herself as she fled Mordor, leaving behind the scorched earth, poisoned by her father's hatred. Her resentment, however, had nothing to do with the many atrocities he had commited. Salome was neither soft nor gentle herself. Her resentment was personal. It had brewed silently over the centuries, festering inside her heart.

She had traveled to Rivendell, and while the elves had not exactly welcomed her with open arms, she was granted a meeting with Elrond anyway.

"Surely you must know that the Nazgûl have returned," she said in place of a greeting. The gravity of the situation was hardly an excuse for her rudeness -Salome always behaved that way. Like a petulent princess, powerful but entitled. Still, the urgency was warranted, she thought. "My father's influence is growing stronger every day."

This was a cry for help. But Salome was a proud woman. Asking for anything, even assistance, did not come easy to her. "What are you doing to try and stop him?" she asked instead.

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . Oceanne has the bright idea to steal from Elrond 🫣

When Oceanne was little, she used to accompany her father on his many travels to acquire rare and precious artefacts. This, of course, usually involved a lot of stealing. But Oceanne was then small and nimble, easily slipping inside castles unnoticed -especially with the help of her father.

Now that she was grown, and her father much older, she traveled alone. But the purpose was the same: stealing artefacts to then bring back to the shop to be sold. She did not see it as a crime, and why would she? She had been raised by a man who had taught her otherwise. That it was fine to collect, amass, and sell. This was the only thing differentiating his greed from one of a dragon. Because, unlike a dragon, Dimitri was happy to sell his precious treasures.

While Oceanne was no longer small, she was still nimble. Her feet touched the ground softly, barely making any noise. She also had on her side her father's many spells, artefacts and weapons, which he always let her borrow from the shop before she left.

But stealing from Men was a lot easier than stealing from Elves. Men's fortresses were big, noticeable, and easy to sneak into. Rivendell was another beast entirely. It was tucked away in a valley, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Secluded and secret.

That was not to say that Fish did not manage to enter the hidden refuse of the Elves. She did. She was just very careful about it (though perhaps not careful enough).

Emboldened by her success, she made her way through the elegant corridors. She did not know exactly where Andúril was kept, she only knew that it was here, in Rivendell. She did not know why it was so important, either -all she knew was that her father wanted it. And Fish was a dutiful daughter.

Focused on her quest, she heard too late the soft footsteps that echoed behind her. With nowhere to hide, she turned to face who had caught her red-handed (but she had not stolen anything yet, at least).

"Sorry to intrude," she said, polite, as if she was not a thief!