#aftertheblackarrow

[conversationswithsmaug]

(nightmare meme) Ossë starts at the shriek, staring at his brother with wide eyes and flared fins. He watches the curious transition from sleeping to waking, the confusion and realization, and tilts his head on its side. "This is why I do not trust my mind to Irmo," he confides, holding out the bottle of rum he'd been nursing in offering. "Too many shadowed corners for him to peek into; better to keep those memories buried."

Culda shuddered as he woke from his nightmare. The last of his dreams plagued him even as realized they were not real. He sat up and rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes before glaring at Ossë/”That would have been good to know before I laid down.”

[conversationswithsmaug]

Rinnah jerked awake, and stared as he thrashed about. She sat back a moment, too scared to move, before pressing against his shoulder. "Papa! Wake up!"

Culda sprang awake, a strangled cry leaving his lips. He frantically turned this way and that, unseeingly until his eyes landed on Rinnah. He calmed, breath slowly quieting from great gasps. As the maia lay there he reached out and held her hand in his. “Rinnah,” he whispered, as if he was afraid speaking too loudly would cause her to disappear. 

[maiaofsass]

I'll admit, you got a chuckle outta me with that one.~ If you change your mind, I'll be around.

"I am flattered. But any questions of age or mortality aside...I'm a wee bit wed to a dragon."

[conversationswithsmaug]

Beings of Old

Deep in the Old Forest the trees stirred. It would have been a day like any other, if it hadn’t been for the figure trudging through the wood. The figure was neither plant nor animal, and therefore unlike the forest, which the trees undoubtedly looked upon with suspicion and dislike.

The forest felt odd to Culda, as if it could not decide fully whether he was an outright threat or merely an unwanted guest. Either way Culda found it a more desirable option than encountering any of the races that walked on two legs and were able to wield steel. He rubbed his aching side, a bitter reminder of the death of his former life as the great drake Smaug. By some miracle, by chance or the hand or Eru, he was once more Culda.

Weary from his wanderings he failed to notice the network of roots beneath his feet slither and shift, causing him to stumble and fall headfirst into the river Withywindle. As the water rushed over him his wound reopened, bringing the memory of his death into the forefront of his mind. He remembered the searing pain of the arrow’s stike, falling, drowning; he panicked.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

[7:56:58 PM] Thranduil is Drank: well Yaiwe is the Quenya word for scorn...like...sass

[7:57:27 PM] Thranduil is Drank: and instead of giving him a long name for sharp tongue

[7:57:47 PM] Thranduil is Drank: the dwarfs just shortened "lagab" which is the word for tongue

[7:57:52 PM] Thranduil is Drank: She he's Gab

[7:58:14 PM] Thranduil is Drank: which in English has pretty much the same connotation XD

[7:58:20 PM] Thranduil is Drank: *So he's

[7:58:37 PM] GIMLEH: perfect

[7:58:37 PM] GIMLEH: yes

[7:58:59 PM] Thranduil is Drank: so..a dwarf with the "gift of gab"

[7:59:13 PM] Thranduil is Drank: ..is a sassy , talkative creature

[7:59:16 PM] Thranduil is Drank: for a reason

[7:59:26 PM] GIMLEH: that is just too good

[7:59:34 PM] Thranduil is Drank: -bows?-

[8:01:32 PM] GIMLEH: a guy named Gab who's basically made dwalin speechless

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

Ϟ

♪ ♫ Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked - Cage the Elephant

You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Money don’t grow on trees, We got bills to payWe got mouths to feedThere ain’t nothing in this world for free.Oh no we can’t slow down, We can’t hold backThough you know we wish we could.Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

Made for conversationswithsmaug who had a pretty rubbish lab day. <3

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

So what are maiar bofur and smaug's powers or something of that sort?

Well. They can in fact…paint with all the colours of the wind.

[Crickets.]

No? Anyone?

Okay FINE. Their Vala is Lord Aulë, so their powers all relate to his domain. (Sun, Moon, land, smithing etc.)

They both possess the music that shaped Arda, but cannot create out of nothing without Eru’s blessing. They could maybe sing/play at a pile of ingredients and make something…but for the most part they follow Gamp’s Laws of Elemental Transfiguration. XD.