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Continued from here @anthxlogy “Yeah, sure, Ingoldo.” Aegnor rolled his eyes, tossing stick into the fire. “I’m sure you will meet a beautiful Maia here. Who are you, King Thingol?”
"Ha! No, for I would not marry a maia, no matter how fair. My heart belongs still to Amarië. I choose to interpret the legend a little differently," Finrod leaned back on his hands and gazed up at the stars, deep in thought. "Perhaps the maia will bless this isle for us, and bring untold riches..."
❝ I don’t know how to ask this… but do you think you’re going to stick around?❞
(Modern! Talion and Ioreth perhaps 👀)
“Why wouldn’t I?”
The first thing he felt, before panic or dread, or guilt, was joy. Why shouldn’t he be happy? He had always wanted a family.
But then cold reality set in. What good was he? A shitty job, nothing to his name. He could not give her the comforts she was used to. That she - and the baby - deserved. God, her father was going to kill him.
He looked away, ashamed. “Unless you would rather I didn’t...”
@anthxlogy
“I tell you these things because I love you,”
( @anthxlogy - from ur wife)
“I love you.” Arvo answered quietly, turning away from Eärwen to look forlornly out the window. “And I know that you are right. But that does not make it easy.”
[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.
(@anthxlogy - LOOK at the restraint I’m showing, only two memes!)
Finrod, absorbed as he was in his music, did not hear the footsteps at his door. A hand fell ond his shoulder and he jumped, startled.
"Mother," he greeted her warmly once he realised who it was. He stood up to wrap his arms around Eärwen's. "I trust your trip has been good? How fare my grandparents?"
@anthxlogy
“ you’ve got blood on your shirt. ”
(@anthxlogy - Ioreth)
"At least it is only blood?"
He offered Ioreth a weak smile as he flopped down on their bed. His feet were killing him and he wanted nothing more than to nap. "I will wash it, love."
❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic? ❞
(@anthxlogy - Ioreth for talion)
“You don’t think this is a romantic?”
No, Talion. Walking along the edge of the Gate and staring into Mordor was not romantic, even at sunset.
Continued from here. For @anthxlogy - Celeborn.
Thingol began to lead Celeborn, though he turned back to look down at him at the comment about his children. He shook his head and gave him a stern look, but it was not wholly so. He held utter love in his heart for his dear young ones, no matter the mischief they got up to. One day, the younger elf himself might know some of the struggle, and he would not tease so freely then.
"Yea, Lúthien and Daeron might be compared some days to orcs and as destructive as dragons, but they are my family whom I cherish. Thou art included in this; it brings me joy to see thee again."
When Celeborn changed direction of their discussion, Thingol followed. "I have also heard from my marchwardens and my wife of their concerns for our borders, where dark things continue to creep, and seem ever more to grow in number." None of the beasts surpassed their strength yet, but the looming darkness did cause concern. It made Thingol wish to stay and keep his dearest within the Girdle. "Why doth thou surmise they are bolder now?"
Ioreth kisses Talion, lightly biting his bottom lip as she pulls away.
@anthxlogy
Bite a man
He flushed and laughed.
"You taunt me. I'm supposed to be leaving..."
