#elenna

[noamuth]

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

Dalamus' hands seem to slow in their movement as he considers the words--briefly, but noticeably, before they resume polishing the stone against grit.

"Perhaps that is how it works on the Surface," he says quietly. "But Lolth has made me all that I am. Without her, I would hardly be drow. To think otherwise is heresy."

[0ynes]

Númenor looks stunning!

[noamuth]

At the entrance to Dalamus's tent, Elenna has left a magical glitter bomb which she has enchanted to explode as soon as someone goes near it. Should he fall for her diabolical trap, Dal will find himself coated in that sparkling cleaning nightmare. (If he kills her I will understand avdjdjdjd)

As Dalamus opens the flap of his tent to leave it, he stops in his tracks, gaze drawn downwards by the object which was certainly not there before. Red eyes squint skeptically before glancing around at camp to see if anyone is acting suspiciously, but everyone appears to be doing their usual.

Perhaps it is intended as a gift? Surfacers are strange and seem to enjoy just.. giving things away. For no reason. For no reward.

Dalamus slowly stoops down to get a better look at it--and it (ultimately harmlessly) explodes into colorful glittering bits! The most undignified yelp escapes him as he is startled backwards onto his butt on the ground, eyes wide and heart pounding as glitter flits downward like colorful snow to add to the sparkling mess already covering him.

All heads in camp swivel towards the sound and shout, some with surprise, others with concern--aside from Astarion, who is doubled over in hysterical laughter, wiping tears of joy from his eyes.

As his breath calms, he finally looks at his person. He is absolutely covered in colorful glitter which refuses to be brushed off. "Who did this?!"

[noamuth]

They've only just met but I think Elenna would initially have some wariness; she was raised to think of lolth sworn drow as basically the boogeyman. But she's never been one to just go with what everyone says, so I think there is a good amount of curiosity too. After talking to him a little her initial impression so far is that Dal doesn't seem like some mythical evil to her, he really just seems like a person. A person who's grumpy and needs to lighten up a little lol, but

Fair enough!! It's entirely understandable to have some wariness when dealing with a Lolthite. I don't know which is worse: the rumors and stories people would tell about them, or their actual behavior.

And don't get me wrong, Dal has very biased thoughts and will do questionable and cruel and objectionable things. But he's of course also just a person. A person who's grumpy and needs to lighten up lmao

I think Elenna's curiosity will serve her well in getting on Dal's good side! He doesn't mind talking about Lolthite things, obviously, because it's normal to him. And maybe in turn he'll ask "Well what do Surfacers do for XYZ?" and he'll actually learn something

I'm not entirely sure what he thinks of Elenna yet, other than his default "minorly annoying Surfacer" first impression of literally everyone kjdhfg

Her willingness to take risks might be humorously irksome for him to watch though haha

[noamuth]

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

With no obvious keyhole to lockpick the door, the two are forced to scour the stone walls on either side. Elenna checks the left side of the door while Dalamus looks at the stones on the right.

The stones of the wall are imprecisely cut bricks of granite, crudely shaped into close-enough sizes to fit together, with the occasional smaller stone--some improvised from the surrounding area--shoved in a gap for support. Hardly elegant at all, although Dalamus cannot argue about its strength. He taps and presses on stones, but none yield to his prodding. Who knows what form this button or switch might take?

Then, the texture under his fingertips changes. This stone is different. It is smoother, with a finer grain, more carefully cut, but small enough that the naked eye would not be able to see the difference at a glance. The mortar around it does not seem to have bonded to the stone.

With some force, he manages to press the stone into the wall, and finally... his pointed ears perk up as he hears a click from the door.

Success.

He puts his gloves back on. "Had they used granite instead of basalt for the button, it might not have been so obvious."

Ah, yes, the Very Obvious Button that they have both been meticulously searching for in the last solid ten minutes.

[andarilha]

22 de março de 2004

Querida Andrea de 18 anos,

Você estava entediada na aula de matemática do cursinho e escreveu três parágrafos. Era só uma história para postar num blog, juntando aventuras de RPG. Você achou que seria fácil escrever um livro. ACHOU ERRADO OTÁRIA!

Você vai parar de ficar triste pelo Elie, vai chorar pelo Rodrigo, vai ter o coração partido - e também vai partir alguns - para se casar com um homem Terrível! Em 2018, seu marido vai ler o “Diário de uma Andarilha” e vai te dizer: VOCÊ TEM QUE ESCREVER, ANDREA!

Você já ouviu isso algumas vezes e, por mais que arrisque uma coisa ou outra, você não acredita nas palavras.

Dessa vez, você vai acreditar.

Essa é sua cara após terminar esse romance que você está rabiscando. São 139.561 palavras. Após 16 anos da primeira, quando você nem sabia o que queria escrever. Depois que você desistiu tantas vezes que desistiu de contar.

Na Direção da Estrela está escrito. Falta revisar, editar, infartar a leitora crítica e os betas, levar socão na cara, chorar os cortes, as alterações e as piadas não compreendidas. E publicar.

Do the write thing. Seja burra, não desista! Não acredite em você porque você não é confiável. Acredite em quem te ama e siga o conselho deles porque não vai falhar:

VOCÊ TEM QUE ESCREVER, ANDREA!

Te amo, sua idiota. Nos vemos em 2020!

VAI CORINTHIANS!

[skulblakasaphira]

They are not +18 or porn drawings, thanks !

Drawings/Designs by https://www.deviantart.com/evamisstopia-adopts

Elenna by me.

[texasdreamer01]

After the War of Wrath, Morgoth was defeated and judged by the Valar, but his lieutenant Sauron escaped judgment. The Edain had been offered the isle of Elenna and flourished there. While the Elves and the Dwarves retreated in their respective realms, outside them, "Middle-earth went backward and light and wisdom faded".[1]

“Background,” Dark Years - TolkienGateway

References:

1.)  J.R.R. Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien (ed.), The Silmarillion, "Akallabêth: The Downfall of Númenor"