#amrothiriel

[protgnst-a]

@amrothiriel : the nightmare, again?

CHEST HEAVING WITH UNSTEADY, RATTLING BREATHS, the young king places the flat of his palm atop his sternum; he feels the thunder of his heart beneath his breast, rapidly beating like the many hoofbeats of the Eorlingas riding into battle. Much like the dream... Golden strands tangle amid his blurry vision. His other hand grasps at his forehead as he fights to regain control of his breathing.

He doesn't want to wake her. Not again. This will be the third time he rouses her, unintentionally, due to the terrors of his mind seeping into his dreams.

No such luck for Éomer.

A stirring next to him momentarily distracts him from his plight. He does his best to calm his features, grey-blue gaze shifting to focus on the dying embers of the fire. From his periphery, he glimpses her rising, dark tresses spilling over slender shoulders as she sleepily rubs at a delicate eyelid. Her query is quiet, yet full of concern. She knows.

Remorse at disrupting her slumber fills him, spreading throughout his chest; it grips him, ridding him of his prior, residual panic. The echoing screams of the nightmare linger, but he refuses to react; he should no longer suffer these dreams... However, ever so often, vivid imagery of the battlefield and plague his mind, overtaking his sleep and he can't help but awaken, flinching as if the deathblow of a blade is about to strike.

Hands fall away from him; seeking her slender form, Éomer gently cradles his queen against his chest. His voice a quiet rumble, he murmurs against the dark crown of her head, ❝ Forgive me for waking you, Lothíriel. ❞ Idly, his fingers sift through her curls, as if without thought; the gesture further soothes him. ❝ It's another sanguine recollection of the Battle of the Pelinnor Fields... I... ❞ A swallow, forcible past a lump. ❝ I was late again in saving Éowyn... ❞

Moments pass before he speaks again, but he is unwilling to elaborate on the finer, grisly details. ❝ Would you mind terribly if we remain this way a little longer? Fall asleep if you need to, I... ❞ His lips curve as he admits, ❝ I'd like to hold you longer. You soothe me, love, keeping the worst at bay. ❞

down the rabbit hole ⁛ accepting

[ofsilverandblue]

"That's fascinating! How do you know so much about this?"

"The libraries of Imladris were vast. A grand collection of great Loremasters." Arwen's smile was bittersweet. By now the valley may be entirely abandoned, and she supposed all books, scrolls and writings had been taken along to Valinor. All that would remain was an empty house. The Last Homely House empty..the thought saddened her greatly. She could not bear to see it. In this life, Arwen would not return there. The Valley, as beautiful as it was, held no magic for her without her father there, and her brothers, who by now had moved to Lórien, which was also in the process of emptying out.

But she still did not regret her choice. Even though all of this saddened and hurt her, her heart was full of joy and love for her wonderful husband, who was by her side and who lost exactly what she lost: his home and his father. Together they now worked on making Gondor their new home. Arwen was not the only one who felt like a stranger in the White City. Elessar too was adjusting to a new life, and the roundness of his ears made little difference. He was still different compared to the Men he now ruled.

As for her own book collection, Arwen had not arrived empty handed, and neither had her father's envoy, when he had come for the wedding. "Most books have been shipped to the West, but I have brought a few with me. You are free to peruse my little library at your leisure."

[marblecarved]

@amrothiriel sent a letter to théodwyn of rohan: ‘‘ i want it to be perfect. ’’

prompt: as said by gale dekarios.

❝ It will be perfect, ❞ Théodwyn answers. ❝ This I promise you, ❞ and it's not a promise that she makes lightly, nor is it made to please Lothíriel - no, indeed; It is made, rather, to reassure her, and her voice has a firm and confident note in its tone that only helps finalizing it. It is here that she shifts on her seat, leans forward to grab her cup of hippocras and then leans back once more in the back of her chair; It is still warm, and steam rises up from it, curling in the air before disappearing and thus leaving behind the scent of honey and spices. Théowdyn takes a small sip then, sighing at its comforting taste, wraps her other hand around it for a more secure hold and also to steal some of its warmth. ❝ Tell me, ❞ she continues then. ❝ How are weddings celebrated in Dol Amroth ? What are the customs, and the dresses ? ❞ question after question tumbles out her mouth, and a slight tilt of her head and a smile follows them. She would've apologised, but in truth there is nothing to apologise for - there's much to plan still, and it has been a long while since Théodwyn attended a wedding; Her eagerness to learn more and to help in the plans is understandable. ❝ Would you like to intertwine them with Rohan's customs ? ❞

[eohmaere]

help this is so funny to me (i mean she probably *could* fight if you cornered her but like she's not a *fan* of it)

Lothíriel is absolutely Éomer's type 😍 And even when she doesn't throw hands, she can fight verbally. She's so good with words, she defeats her enemies with those alone.

[marblecarved]

@amrothiriel sent a letter to idis of rohan: ‘‘ there's more that you aren't telling me. ’’

prompt: the dragon's hoarde.

Lothíriel's voice chimes up from beside her quite suddenly, and the words it carries prompt Idis to still her hand and pause brushing her horse's grey mane. Silence follows, and only her horse's breathing is audible, but it's so faint and soft as he exhales, that it is not enough to fill it; Idis' voice, then, chimes with a question: ❝ is there, my lady ? ❞ simple, direct, pronounced while turning her head towards Lothíriel just enough to meet her with her own, when she flickers it upward.

There might very well be, Idis thinks. She has never been one to tell everything all at once, you see, not because she wants to keep things a secret, rather because she prefers saying only what she feels is necessary to answer another's question; If more is asked, of course, she'll tell them all, and the same she can do with Lothíriel, however… ❝ it depends on what you are referring to, ❞ because they have talked on a variety of occasions, and much has been said regarding just as many subjects. ❝ Ask, ❞ she adds then, offering a smile - a simple quirk of her mouth. ❝ and I'll tell you all you wish to know. ❞

[viaminvenia]

how many hours of sleep does your muse get? do they feel rested after, or are they still tired? (for sigrid?)

@amrothiriel | seven deadly sins headcanons [x]

Not enough hours, if she's being honest. (Which she wouldn't be if she was asked.) Regularly, she probably gets between 4 to 6 hours of sleep per night; she's a light sleeper and an early riser, but she also really enjoys being the last one awake in her house at night, just to organize her thoughts for the next day and tidy up a bit in a way that feels like tidying up her mind so it can be quiet enough to sleep without a thousand things running through her head. In Lake-town, she always wakes up when she hears Bard getting up in the mornings (though if it's especially early, sometimes she'll stay in bed with Tilda until after he leaves the house so he doesn't feel like he woke her up), and she almost always stays up at night until he gets home when he gets in late (though she's been known to eventually fall asleep curled up in her spot by the window that Kíli sits on where we see the knitting and embroidery projects just behind him [x]).

She's so accustomed to not getting a lot of sleep that she tends to feel rested without much sleep, and sometimes she actually feels more tired if she's had more sleep than she's used to. That's something she eventually has to grow accustomed to once Dale is rebuilt, and she's able to get longer nights sleep as a princess than she'd ever had as a teenager.

[viaminvenia]

in what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence? (for susan?)

@amrothiriel | seven deadly sins headcanons [x]

Probably her skills with and knowledge of makeup and fashion. She does have the skills to back it up, but I think she feels like she has to prove it/say it because of the lack of support/interest she got from what was at one point her closest circle of support (her siblings).

I actually particularly love this question for Susan because I think it shows a change in how she feels like she needs to support her claim of her abilities when she doesn't have that familial support, vs before when her siblings had complete confidence in her, too, and she was quite humble about her skills. There's a part in Prince Caspian when the four Pevensies are trying to prove to Tumpkin that they are who they say they are, and Edmund duels him with swords, then after Edmund wins, Trumpkin points out that Edmund won using a trick Trumpkin doesn't know, and then Peter suggests that Trumpkin have an archery match with Susan, and the narration says that "She was not enjoying her match half so much as Edmund had enjoyed his; not because she had any doubt about hitting the apple but because Susan was so tenderhearted that she almost hated to beat someone who had been beaten already." Then after she wins (and is praised by her siblings for her shooting), she immediately tells Trumpkin that her shot wasn't any better than his and that she thinks there was a breath of wind when he shot (he promptly tells her that there was not and he knows when he's been fairly beaten).

Then contrast that with how I feel like in her teenage years and young adulthood, Susan's pretty vocal about her skills with makeup and how good she is at styling people and knowing fashion trends. (I think that her being vocal about it is, in part, why Jill thinks that the only things Susan cares about are lipsticks and nylons and invitations.) She felt patronized by her siblings when they didn't care about her interest in fashion and makeup, so in order to seek their validation, she got more vocal about it -- to them but also just in general -- and it had the opposite effect in that the more she talked about it the less they were interested, and then the less they were interested the more she felt like she had to prove herself.

So while she absolutely can back up her confidence in her skills, she is more vocal about them than letting the skills speak for themselves.

[marblecarved]

@amrothiriel sent a letter to théodwyn of rohan: ‘‘ perhaps i am a little frightened… ’’

prompt: more emotional prompts.

A sweet-sounding hum breaks the silence that follows after Lothíriel's words, and Théodwyn tilts her head, flickering her gaze upward. When she meets Lothíriel's gaze with her own, she offers her a smile, kind and reassuring. ❝ You are far from your home in Dol Amroth,❞ she answers. ❝ Not only that, but you are far from your family as well, it's understandable that you are frightened, ❞ she doesn't say this to put more salt on the wound, so to speak, but as a way to say she understands why, she knows why. It is here that Théodwyn shifts in her seat, and as she moves to lean against its back more comfortably, with her arms placed on the armrests, the chair creaks softly. ❝ This situation is so new, ❞ she continues. ❝ It'll take time for you to find your footing here, ❞ a pause, then: ❝ It's my sincerest hope Lothíriel that, in time, Rohan will become your home, and that you'll find much happiness here, ❞ it'll gladden her heart too, to at last see some happiness return, here in her home. ❝ If you have any difficulties, don't hesitate to tell me, I'd be more than glad to help you. There is much to learn about Rohan and, perhaps, knowing us better will help you find everything not as frightening. ❞