#elesheir

[pheriannath-blog]

@elesheir

          “There’s much more than just Second Breakfast as well. Though some do skip it.”

[czarowanie-a-blog]

@elesheir / lyrics sc.

           ‘  ------ the wind is blowing like it’s the end of the world.  ’

[synthmama]

@elesheir // sc.

"You’ve got some--” She points a finger over her chin, circling, before pointing to him. “--thing in your beard.”

[warhornofgondor]

It’s elesheir barreling in as your Secret Santa! I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a brilliant Christmas day. You pour much love into our dear son of Gondor, and this little merry Boromir piece is the least I could gift you for all you do in the Tolkien RPC. It is always a pleasure seeing you ont he dash. Enjoy yourself this day! xo

[laikehend]

@fatecarrier replied to your post: “*rolls in* happy birthday !!!! *rolls out*”

pffft you’re not supposed to be throwing love at ME on YOUR birthday. but seriously you’re amazing and we need to get everyone together again and watch the whole trilogy <3

( sorry ! i couldn’t let an opportunity to throw love your way bc truly you deserve it , at any & all the time ! but thank you ! ♡ && yes we definitely need to round everyone up & watch the trilogy ! 

tagging @stxrmcrown , @sinner-claws , @elesheir as heads up that this may be in our futures ! if we can work it out with everyone’s schedules. )

[rohirrimrose-blog]

♘ @elesheir called for a starter ♘

“ I want to thank you for helping our people at Helms Deep ”, Éohild continued, “ You have brought our people hope. ”

[chainsxwsmile]

It was a trap for some massive animal; perhaps it had been built to capture an unfortunate bear. Or something larger, who knew. Bruce was quite ignorant of the fauna beyond the mountains of Mordor. He was an alien among bizarre animals and plants of which he hadn’t yet seen. Granted, there were the few shrubs and herbs that appeared to possess a wide range extending from Mordor and further west. However, animals were another story.

And whoever had set this trap had expected quite a large beast. Unfortunately for Bruce, that large beast was him. 

The olog reached out towards the tree onto which the trap was secured, only to fall more than a few meters short. He tried once more before accidentally putting pressure on his injured foot and collapsing to the ground. The trap’s metal teeth embedded themselves sufficiently into the flesh along Bruce’s ankle, bypassing his foot and slicing dangerously close to his Achilles tendon. He had attempted to tug the trap off from the ground in order to break it open with his hands, but found that the devices was, instead, chained to a number of trees, all of which prevented the olog from moving any further. 

Bruce had, rather foolishly, launched his spiked mace at one of the trees in hopes of dislodging the chain, and allowing his injured foot a bit of give from the trap, but missed. Greatly. 

As night fell, the olog grew exhausted with his efforts and slumped down on the pine needle-laden ground with despair. There existed the option of chewing his own foot off. Goodness knows, he’d imagine some ologs wouldn’t be against that, especially considering the alternative of facing whoever made the trap in the first place. 

Just as Bruce was about to give in to a drowsy slumber, his nostrils flared at the sudden familiar scent.

Man.

@elesheir

[laurefiindil]

blows kiss 2 glorfindel

@elesheir » hey do you remember sending this to me on the 31st i don’t think this is what you intended but here

   growing up with elves undoubtedly would have ruined the young heir, if not had been for elrond’s steady hand. true, second and third age elves were solemn creatures, worn down by the strifes of war and mortality, but they did not disregard all of their heritage, and their spirits were still youthful at heart. and that kind of influence on young estel, well, it would not have made him a proper king.

   glorfindel understood that completely, which is why when elrond makes the decision to tell the man on his twentieth birthday, he nods along and pretends that a little piece of him is not shattering.

   he knows the weight that is lordship. even more he knows the weight that now rests on their young charge’s shoulders. to be heir to that kind of throne… an exile… glorfindel knows this will make or break young aragorn. 

   weeks, months, they pass like they always do to him and his kind, quickly. the seasons, they come quietly, easing in and out of cycles. life goes on, even after the heir makes his decision and leaves. and glorfindel wonders at the fate of this new world and it’s fated king.

   and then, the spring festivities come. 

   nost-na-lothion is not celebrated as he remembers it being, times have changed and gondolin is but a tale for most of the elves still in middle-earth, but there are flowers and drinks and joy in imladris, and he takes what he can get.

   flower crowns are worn, drinks are had, and it is in the middle of the night by the time he realizes that rangers that had come to imladris in the midst of the festivities, and they are being lead by a chief, their chief. 

   aragorn has returned to rivendell. on his shoulders lays wisdom not given to him by the elves, a solemness he sees every day in his people. but there is joy in his eyes, and a smile curling his lips, and glorfindel is glad to see him whole, glad to see the babe that had once driven them all near mad with worry, has grown into a man.

   it is then, with drunken mock-but well meant-politeness, that glorfindel dips into a bow to the young heir, his grin bright and merry when he stands. and aragorn, the heir to the kingdom of all men, a distant kin to his long lost king, blows him a kiss in equal drunken jest.

   glorfindel gasps like a fair maiden and clutches his heart, crumbling near to the floor. (near because hravanis is standing behind him, and she catches him. and then promptly drops him onto the floor with a look of long suffering in her eyes.)

   aragorn son of arathorn throws back his head and laughs in genuine glee and glorfindel thinks, yes, they have ruined this young king, but perhaps that was meant to be.