#elenathen

[erynlasgalenedhel]

I haven’t spend much time online last week, sorry for that. I’ll try and get replies done, work on starters and so on. Feel free to pop in my IM for a plotting thing or just to chat or whatever :)

 Also, not entirely sorry because it’s given me time for myself which I’ve been craving. I am struggling with my tattoo that’s not healing well, I am struggling with my job that I hate, with the fact I am getting nowhere in life and that I want/need more sleep but that means having no time for anything else ... Who ever decided that adulthood was something to look forward to? Also, I miss some of the people I wrote with a lot here ...

[erynlasgalenedhel]

♘ (something small and cute?)

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

Legolas smiled softly as he looked at the elvenlord. It was something he rather liked, laying in bed or sitting by it, and watching the other sleep. It was starting to get rather late though and Legolas was getting hungry. So he shifted in bed and leaned foreward, kissing Elrond on his closed eyes with a soft hum. “It is time to wake, it is almost noon.”

[erynlasgalenedhel]

🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆

<3 Thank you!!! !<3 Same right back at you~!!!!

[erynlasgalenedhel]

elenathen replied to your post “������”

If need be, I could totally make a promo or something for you

That’s sweet dear, but if I do something for my followers, I should make something myself for them right? Or are we speaking of different matters?

[erynlasgalenedhel]

elenathen replied to your post: Muse scent

This is cute as fuck

Fits him hm~?

[erynlasgalenedhel]

It was already dark in the woods on the mountains when Legolas finally realised he had gotten himself into a inescapable situation. It had been a few years now since he had left Mirkwood behind, driven by a big amount anger, sorrow and self-hatred. The once so innocent and pure Legolas had changed within his heart by the biggest event in his life, the passing of his mother.

Years he had been away from any possible place where they might know him, and yet now he had been out chasing orcs that had disturbed his latest camping site. That very chase, followed by his act of killing said orcs, had been his downfall. For without realising he had come closer to a place he had once known well. The Last Homely Home, Imladris, home to some of the elves he had once considered friends, and to Lord Elrond, an elf with a far more intimidating effect on him than his father had ever had. 

The cries of the dying orcs echoed through the forest, the mountain beneath his feet seeming to amplify the sound. He had been about to step away from the bodies when he felt the point of a blade against his back, his eyes falling upon the lights from Imladris which lay closer than he had expected. 

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