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Her eyes followed his hand that hovered over his wound, then her gaze fell back onto her left arm in which she had been holding her shield while fighting the Witch King of Angmar. It still was bandaged and it still hurt, but she could bear that more easily than the darkness that was still in her soul. Grief, worry and anger that she could not be on the battlefield with her friends and her brother.

She looked up at the Gondorian and seeing the grief in his eyes as well, she was astonished. “What darkness do you carry in your heart, My Lord?” she wondered.

#adunada #//hi!#verse 2

❛ I don’t know how not to believe. ❜

@adunada / American gods

❝Not all things are as they seem, no matter how much you trust its source.❞ The ring of Air, Vilya, manifested upon crossed fingers on his lap. The blue stone seemed to switch places if one wasn’t careful where they put their eyes.

❝Glamour is an easy trick.❞

#«ＥＬＶＥＳＡＲＥＹＥＴＳＩＮＧＩＮＧ» — third age #adunada

( Plotted starter for @adunada with my Sauron ! )

MAIRON’S schemes began to play and she was winning this game. Ar-Pharazôn was wrapped around her finger like one of her rings. She had brought TERROR upon the isle of Númenor, carrying with her a dark promise of eternal life. She poisoned their king’s mind ( although he was already riddled, she simply gave him a nudge into the wrong direction ) and soon the PLAGUE had spread throughout. Her King was gone but he would not be forgotten and she cared not how much blood must be spilt to ensure it-- hers or theirs.

The temples that were once belonging to the Valar in the West– their statues and offerings were shattered and tossed away, making way for the sculpture of their newer god and Mairon took it upon herself to be called the High Priestess, promising them a dark deceit of eternal life.

It had come upon her ear that there were still HERETICS filled with HOPE , JOY and FAITH . They worshipped still those Valar that had nothing but oppose her Lord Melkor. With a few of valiant followers, she had scoured for that so called sacred house of prayer. Her voice FEATHERY and almost too GLEEFUL and her SMILE was far too convincing. Indeed, she brought justice to her name, the DECEIVER . Though she was clothed still with Nimloth upon her breast, she appeared so MENACING with the Eye drawn upon her head with black ink and her own eyes shining in the dark should she stand beneath it.

She spoke to the people of Rómenna and bidding them to join her. In the midst of a throng of faceless strangers, she stood and arms are raised. Her voice was thunderous but only for the Men to hear her. For a moment, she truly seemed indeed KIND and HUMBLE . ❝ Our Lord Melkor would smile upon us all if you should renounce your faiths and join us instead. Let not their lies cloud your sight and blind ye ! ❞

#adunada #( so it's longer than i anticipated )#( i hope this works! )#One Does Not Simply Speak to The Dark Lord of Mordor ( Sauron Threads )#She Does Not Share Power ( Sauron Main V. )#( Tolkien | Timeline: Second Age )

„ there was no one i could have told “@ mithrandir

❝ You can tell it to me. ❞

Mithrandir speaks with a note of concern for whatever the young one might be burdened with, and hopes that he might aid him where he is able. He hopes that it is nothing too dire in nature, but that hope is indeed small in these days as the shadow spreads.

❝ What troubles you? ❞

( @adunada )

#☀ ᵒˡᵒʳⁱⁿ ;; threads #adunada

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

Nonverbal RP Starters

Silence fell upon them as they stood on the balcony, looking towards the East, even though there was not much to see there anymore. Yet they were still out there, next to each other, perhaps taking a step closer every day. As time went by, Éowyn, still with the darkness in her heart, slowly began to spend more time with Faramir. She would not say that she had grown fond of him, as her heart was still aching for someone else, she rather got used to his presence.

She only noticed it this afternoon, as they were standing on the balcony and none of them spoke a word. Yet this silence did not make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, it was something rather calming. As it started getting colder, she instinctively shifted closer to him. Not long after that she felt him shifting closer to her and he gently rested his head on her shoulder. She startled a little as she felt his hair against her cheeks, but once the surprise was gone, it did not feel bad at all. A small smile touched her lips, and she, without saying a word, leaned her head against his.

#adunada #answered #verse 2

“Your hair is beautiful.”

hair sentence starters

Éowyn startled a little as she heard his voice - she thought she was alone out there on the balcony. At the mention of her hair, she felt the urge to raise her hand and sweep her golden locks behind her back, especially now that the wind was getting stronger. He had probably seen her hair floating like a golden storm in the heavy morning wind. Her glance shifted onto his raven locks, now dancing around his face. This dark colour would be very rare in Rohan, she stated in mind and a smile touched her lips.

“Thank you, My Lord,” she said with a nod. Actually, this was the first time she did not turn down his compliment. “And so is yours,” she added after a short silence.

#adunada #verse 2 #answered

“tired?”

@adunada

Boromir’s feet had carried him all day, beginning their task before the sun was up and finally receiving this break long after the sun had set. A knee that had found a protruding post in the training yard still ached, a mottling of color was sure to have already appeared.

A stream of soup dropped back into the bowl from whose depths the stew had risen. The attendant spoon rested against the rim, its holder lacking the consciousness to continue the journey towards the mouth. Even the uncomfortable seat in the dining hall became pleasant enough to entice the eldest son to close his eyes if only for a moment.

They reopened, the length of his focus fully on Faramir. Boromir attempted to adopt an attitude of dismissal. Another bite of soup went warmly down his throat.

“No. I was ruminating upon a matter.”

#adunada #v; son of gondor