#deathlyredhairedelf

[sagacxousprxnce-blog]

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“Tauriel!” He cried, his tone mostdipped in merriment as he rantowards her, his glass HALF empty.New Years was something lovedand CELEBRATED BY many, especially by the Elves, so coursethey had a feast planned. “You mustcount down with me… Three, two,one, happy new year!” With that said,he stepped towards her and peckedher on the lips SOFTLY. 

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[archivedtfog]

Magic/Closed Deathlyredhairedelf

He sat sipping wine backstage, listening as his audience took their seats outside. Thranduil lounged in the back completely relaxed as backstage hands scrambled around with last minute preparations. The magician found it entertaining and laughable as one tripped and fell flat on her face. He made no move to help just sat and watched as she got back up on her feet.

Mortals astounded him with their clumsiness around him. He cringed at the thought he had been that way around the vampire that made him, all those centuries ago. May the gods rest his soul. He almost laughed aloud at that as he thought of the stake he himself had stabbed into his chest. Draining the rest of his wine he stood and straightened his suit before glancing in the mirror and fixing his hair.

The moments before he stepped on stage were always the times he felt most alive. The last bit of nervous anticipation flooding through his system as he walked out on stage. bowing in the center his long silver hair falling over his shoulders. Smiling to the crowd as he watched them clap and stand. The lights blinded him for a second but he adjusted and began his act.

[ixto]

@deathlyredhairedelf 

Tauriel was intrigued by the siren called Ixto.

She could hear his voice from afar, singing a soft lament of lost love. It was beautiful and as she listened on it touched her very soul. She followed the sound, and found him sitting in a little roofed in garden. The smell of exotic plants that where in full bloom hit here and she breathed in deeply, her eyes fluttering closed and a soft smile forming upon her features.

When he stopped, she allowed herself to advance toward him. “I do have to say that you have a very beautiful voice. It is truly a joy to listen to it.” She said softly as she sat next to him. The elleth hesitated for a moment before leaning in, and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek. Her cheeks burned and the heat spread to the very tips of her delicately pointed ears, when she realised what she had done.

“Please forgive my forwardness.”

    It was good to finally begin to release some tension with a proper session of singing. Though he was sure that the elves wouldn’t mind him singing, he had preferred to do some of his practices and warm ups alone while he worked on improving his range. When Tauriel came closer, he’d drawn back on the power in his voice and started to work toward finishing his song.

    When he finished, he opened his eyes to cast his gaze toward his friend with a bright smile of his own. He bowed his head in both greeting and thanks for the compliment.

    “I have been out of shape for too long, so I figured that I was long overdue for some practice. I’m quite glad that you enjoyed it--” Ixto paused, feeling the warm lips upon his cheek. His eyes lit up as he looked at Tauriel, pleased to have had that kind of contact.

    “Please don’t apologize dear! I don’t mind. Not at all. I’m not too picky about my personal space. You’re welcome to invade it any time you like.”

[loneliestlegacy]

♕ Unbroken Pride

Tauriel

Elves.

Quite possibly one of the most despicable, selfish and stone-cold races to ever have walked Arda. When he’d crafted the dwarves from his loving hands, Mahal, the Great Smith, had bestowed the burning sparks of his forge upon their lifeless bodies, animating them with the warmth of his everlasting fire. Elves, on the other hand, seemed to have been carved from primal permafrost, eternally detached from the tangible realm, ever walking loftier and mysterious pathways, with not a single care for what unravelled around them so long as they could retreat to their well-guarded realms.

“Cowards.” he spat in humiliated contempt, bile scratching at his throat, his voice hoarse and staining his words with poison. He cared not who could hear him, for his anger had taken over his body in the form of quaking, shaking, crackling tongues of fire within his chest, but it was not enough to push through the bars that contained him within that cold cell.

[thecursedspinnerarchive-blog]

"Something festers within you." The elleth said, looking at the stranger trough narrowed eyes. "A power long forgotten by the people of my world. What brings you here now?" {{ hi! Hope you don't mind, feel free to ignore :) }}

@deathlyredhairedelf

He frowned, looking at the strange woman. He didn’t exactly feel comfortable with how she had just noticed the darkness. He didn’t feel comfortable at all. “Do I have to have a reason to be here?” he asked her. “And how can you feel what it inside me?”

[bcmbadil]

@deathlyredhairedelf

“You are very observant, for in this cause you are right.” The elleth said, a warm smile gracing her features.

“Tell me, Lady kind, what gives you such sorrow?” the bearded man was sitting on a stump, whittling a flute from a piece of wood.

[captainofstarlight-blog]

"Why are you snooping around in my room?"

“Because… I’m looking for something..”

[the-other-elven-king]

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He smiled sweetly and handed Tauriel a cup. “Goodness! That was fun, wasn’t it?” He sat down next to her and took a sip from his own cup.