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[menelvagor]

[ BLOCK ] for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. (For Haldir, from Urnarseldo!) (hi :>) -✧- @dragxnsfire

Haldir crossed his arms as he stood before the young elf, blocking the view behind him. He looked slightly down at Urnarseldo, who due to his youth, was one of the few elves of the Third Age of Middle-earth shorter than him.

The part-Silvan elf was the oldest of three, and so felt he had better experience with younger elves than many of his peers. Even so, sometimes this led to him feeling more protective over them, unsure of all that they could handle. His brothers were not so young now, and elflings were a rare sight to see in these dark days.

"I know that you wished to see more of the world and potentially the dangers beyond Imladris' protection. Are you sure that you feel ready to see it all?" Haldir questioned. He had gone out with some of the scouts of Imladris into the forests near, taking Urnarseldo along with them. Haldir had taken it upon himself to stay close to him, for he wished for nothing bad to happen on his short visit.

The view that he blocked was that of a rabbit torn apart by some predator of the woods. It looked like the work of a large owl. Goblins of the Hithaeglir did not dare come so near the Last Homely House, but wildlife was yet allowed all of its wonder and violence.

[dreadwxlf]

@dragxnsfire sent: ❛ it's been a very expensive day. ❜ (From Lighthouse AU Seldo!)

~ Solas raised a brow as Urnarseldo entered his study, arms laden with various bags and packages. He had supposedly left on a supply run to fill the Lighthouse's barren larders; but judging by the sheer amount of items, the elf had indulged in a just a bit more than the bare necessities. ~

~ " It should not have been, had you bought only the ' necessities, ' as you claimed, " Solas replied, averting his attention back to the papers before him. " We will find our coffers soon empty if you continue to indulge yourself. " ~

[wolfclad]

✶ starter for @dragxnsfire

Tundra air was clear and sharp, a wolf’s breath before the hunt.

As it sang with bright sounds of steel, Farkas stood by, his greatsword resting against one shoulder, watching the woman opposite him adjust her footing. Haleth moved as though every motion belonged to another life, another body. She had the poise of a scholar, not a warrior, yet there was something knowing in her gaze that unsettled him.

The stones of Jorrvaskr’s courtyard were slick with thaw. Melted snow ran in veins between them, the faint reflection of sky trembling in the water. All around, walls loomed close, their timber and carvings exhaling the musk of sweat and mead and blood. The ghosts of Companions past seemed to linger there – watchful, half-amused, waiting to see what the whelp and the witch would make of one another.

“Again,” Farkas said and the word fell heavy. He shifted his considerable weight, stance wide, blade angled low.

Breath misted between them as Haleth raised her weapon – too light, too new, too perfect. Her hands were uncertain but eager and, when she came at him, she came fast. Magic still clung to her like a scent of ozone and boiled snow, an aura that made his skin prickle. He caught her sword on the flat of his own and turned it aside, the sound of the blades ringing like struck crystal.

There was no grace in her yet, only insistence.

They broke apart and Farkas turned his silver gaze away. All warriors bore monsters in their blood, he thought. Some wore them as pelts, others as chains.

Still, the clang of steel echoed in his ears. Still, they were not done. Farkas lowered his sword and spoke softly, more a growl than a word: “Again.”

[bushelofmuses]

“He’s never asked my opinion before. I can’t decide whether to feel honored or put on the spot. Maybe a bit of both.” || for Ameridan, from Urnarseldo! (dai-era) @dragxnsfire

Fantasy Fiction Starters | Accepting

Ameridan hid his grimace.

Maker, what could Cullen have wanted advice on where it concerned the mages? Cassandra had told Ameridan a small bit about Cullen's experiences, enough to get the hint without straying into gossip territory. He got the point, and as a demon hunter, he knew what they were capable of and how horrific Cullen's experiences were.

But still, Ameridan wondered how much it clouded his judgement. At the end of the day, he was still a former Templar, still guilty by proxy to the horrors committed against mages.

"I'm almost afraid to ask for details on what he was looking for in an answer." Ameridan met Urnarseldo's eyes and offered an awkward smile. "And how well did that answer go over?"

[xspeakerofsilencex]

For @dragxnsfire Urnarseldo

Stories around the fire, whispers from friends, the passing comments of strangers, to Lucien it was the same at the end of the day, deep down, those with the darkest of secrets even if it was only a small part, yearned to confess, for it to be known. Whilst he was not receiving a juicy confession that he would be able to share with his brothers and sisters, Coldharbour did hold some interest. He was no scholar, no mage, he was a loyal follower of Sithis. When it came to his love for his family and the Night Mother, nothing could compete. This didn't mean he wasn't allowed other interests, on the contrary, if he saw the opportunity to learn he often took it. “So, how did you survive such a journey to Coldharbour? If your story is true, how do you stand before me, stranger?”

[idolbound]

‘ People aren’t always who you think they are. You learn to see through it. You learn fast. ’ ( @roquenxnar / @dragxnsfire ) for Runilaros.

The chaos of the crowd - one of Hightown's bustling markets - takes longer that the Knight-Commander would've liked to clear the area and allow herself and two other Knights to pass through. Vendors with sales, calling out for highest bidders of rare items has caused quite a ruckus, and while not the objective of this outing, it does draw her attention through the crowd, noting just who is here and doing what.

Call it a habit of years of experience, but hunting down apostates requires to search for those living amongst the people incognito. Standing tall amid the crowd, the Knight-Commander cuts an imposing figure, with sharp, pointed pauldrons adorned on her shoulders, and the crown emulating Andraste Herself resting above Chantry robes of red, and skirts of navy.

Yet, it is the voice of a man unknown to her, spoken aloud in passing - and in some capacity, she wonders if it is not meant to be directed at her, necessarily - but it garners Meredith's attention, turning toward the source of the voice, where piercingly bright eyes fall upon him - an elf, eyes green and hair grey - and for just a moment, she almost mistakes him for First Enchanter Orsino, and the scrunch of her face and flare of her nostrils nearly gives away the very thought.

"Indeed. It would appear there are many in Hightown that would fall under that very premise..." The insinuation lingers in silence, but her tone dictates it as such. "What has drawn such a crowd here today?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

"You don't really want to do that, do you?" From Urnarseldo, for Beleg! (probably about leaving middle earth or somethin idk)

"... No. Maybe. I am not sure."

He loved Middle-Earth. He loved the earth and forests and mountains, the stars reflected in the rivers and lakes. But war encroached and he was old. Old, and tired.

"I don't know what I want."

[ofthescrolls]

There was doubt the request would be honored, but there was a reason that Ulfric sent a personal messenger and not a paid courier. No, the letter was sealed and more importantly, it was meant to be opened by only one person.

The Dragonborn.

From what Ulfric knew, they were in Helgen at the same time he was. Probably the Dark Elf who was caught up with everything. In-between being gagged and hearing the Thalmor agent request for him to be delivered back for interrogation. Maybe it could have been worse, but he didn't know. What did happen was the escape from the burning city and return to Windhelm.

The Civil war was back in force, but both sides had been loosing. The Empire wanting to snuff out the Nords and the Nords doing the same. If only the agreement was kept, maybe this wouldn't have happened, but there were too many gone on each side. The war would keep going - unless someone interfered.

Ulfric didn't expect much from this, nor did he think that asking so boldly was going to help matters. No, this was why the main objective of this meeting was advice. Nothing more or less and more specifically, Ulfric wouldn't dream of asking something so bluntly.

And so he waited with his hands interlocked together.

@dragxnsfire - Haleth Sarandas