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Aglariel by reforgedmairon. <3

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Appearance headcanon

//This seemed an opportune moment to detail a headcanon: body type etc.

In standard RPing Aglariel's 6'5" (I scale down to 6' in versions where people play their elves shorter, but by default she's 6'5" which I headcanon as not that tall for a Valinor-born Elf of purely Noldor heritage.)

Pale-skinned, red hair (very long, wavy) and light greenish eyes, of course.

Body type... she started out quite slim, but combat training builds muscle. She's now strong in a somewhat wiry way - still sort of slender in general appearance, but there is muscle there. She's not a bulging-muscled She-Hulk, but she's also not a stick insect.

Going along with that slimness... she is not buxom. Not flat-chested, but certainly not vastly busty. It would only get in her way if she was, so she doesn't mind one bit.

Her body proportions are somewhat long-legged in comparison to torso length, but not exaggeratedly so.

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//Used the LotR dollmaker. One picture of Aglariel dressed for war, and one dressed up in fancy gear. (She wouldn't let me just play with pretty dresses unless there was also a picture of her in her proper clothes. XD )

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Drabble: Long Search

It is habit, now, more than hope; he will not be here, just as he was not in any other of the places she has searched. No word has come from any land of Maglor, Macalaurë, the singer, her cousin with whom she has danced and laughed and fought and wept through years that seemed so long then, but so short now, when the Ages stretch out behind her, and only in those early precious fragments may she find his memory. She walks through lands winter-bare and bleak, and she is weary, for to refuse the pardon of the Valar is also to refuse a lifting of the Doom that lies upon her still. She stumbles upon the rough ground, and must sit to rest and regain her strength, for she has gone even farther this time, searched too long, and the road home will be a hard one. Her hair is wind-tangled, hanging about a face shadowed by years of grief. Her hair is well-braided, and there are flowers bound into it, above her laughing face as she bids her niece goodnight. "Don't go," Filicë whispers. "Last night I dreamed you." "What did you dream?" Alcarië asks kindly, smoothing hair as coppery-red as her own. "You were alone in a field. And you wanted help but there was no-one. You cried. Don't go there." Alcarië smiles and shakes her head. "Never fear, Filicë. I'm not going anywhere." She rises, and walks on, one thin hand clasped about a sword-hilt, as though to remind herself of the strength that once was hers. One day, perhaps, she will stop to rest and find herself unable to rise, but it must not be today. The search goes on.

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Headcanon: Fidget

Aglariel used to play with her necklaces a lot, chain in one hand, pendant in the other, running the pendant back and forth against the chain. Unfortunately, this is very bad for a pendant's loop, so despite how it settled her nerves, she looked for alternatives.

She plays with her hair, coiling it around her fingers, braiding and unbraiding a single lock of it while she thinks, and working tangles out hair by hair. It's a habit that came naturally to her. (And she's got a few laughs at times by combing static into her hair, then zapping someone by touching them.)

She also tends to keep a smooth stone in a pocket to fiddle with; whether it's a crystal egg or just a pleasing river stone varies. Whatever they're made of, if they feel right she'll keep them. In the hands of an Elf, even stones will have time enough to show signs of wear, but she doesn't mind; if anything, the signs of wear make the stones more comfortable to hold.

It's a decent way to manage stress, and it keeps her hands busy.

Some say that Noldor need busy hands for contentment; it's not too far off the mark in this case.

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//Aglariel by asktheoakenshieldbros. Commissions for this style can be found here.

Perfect Fëanorian armour is perfect.

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Headcanon: Blade of Last Resort

Aglariel usually keeps weapons on her person, but one is particularly relevant here: the blade of mercy, the blade of last resort.

No-one could forget the look in Maedhros's eyes after what happened to him, and the fear lingered. If one were to be captured, and taken to Angband, where it might be that the terrible power of Morgoth's eyes could even constrain an Elf to live, preventing them from Fading even amidst torment...

Then, too, Aglariel is recognisable by her hair, and dreaded also being taken and used as a pawn, a hostage with which her cousins might be taunted into rash action, or being interrogated for any knowledge she might hold.

In light of these fears, she began to wear one extra blade, kept hidden so that any who wished to disarm her might hopefully overlook it. No matter what else might befall her, she would not be taken alive to Angband while there was any chance of avoiding that fate.

The passage of years has not ended this habit; Sauron's forces were still reason enough for the habit. She keeps the blade, also, as a last-ditch defense against ruffians and other foes that might threaten her person and safety.

If forcibly disarmed, she will not reveal the locations of her hidden weapons. If disarming voluntarily, she must trust to both the strength and integrity of her host to give up her last-resort blade. To place her safety in their hands is difficult for her; she has seen enough realms fall to know that even mighty strongholds are not impregnable. But, for respect's sake, she will sometimes give over the last of her blades along with the rest; a host thus honoured may know by this token the esteem in which they are held.

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