#elrondmeme

[healerofimladris]

"Come on, at least sleep in a bed." (elrondyn)

Illness themed RP starters

Elrond had not even realized he had dazed off - or actually fallen asleep at his desk in his office. Yet from somewhere somehow the voice of his son made its way into the mind of the tired Elven lord and roused him from his slumber. “Wha-…where…?”

[healerofimladris]

*sends arrow to husband*

For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought about yours.

…I-…I-…I-…uh…I need to get a grip of myself, greet her, introduce myself, compliment her and bid her welcome to the Valley. It is that simple.

What is wrong with me? I-…words…escape me, she’s… just… so…

I need to stop staring at her. I’m making a fool out of myself. Celeborn never told me his daughter-… ai, Valar!

[healerofimladris]

"Before we... before we began our courtship, what was the nature of your relationship with Ereinion?"

Elrond was taken aback by the question. From the moment he had married Celebrían, he had hoped the thoughts - the feelings - of the past would not come back to haunt him. There was so much sorrow, so much anguish he'd rather forget. For the most part Celebrían's love had been enough. The gaze of her gentle eyes, the touch of her hand, the presence of her fëa were enough to vanquish the darkness Elrond carried with him up to this very day. Thus it was no wonder he was rather reluctant to answer the question. Once the floodgates are opened, there is no stopping the wave of emotion that would destroy everything in its path.

He turned his face away, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. "You know I don't-..." He huffed and paused. Elrond knew he could not avoid the question altogether. "I think...I think I loved him. But I do not know if it was more admiration and loyalty than true love - what we have. I was his herald and he was my king and I..." The lord's eyes fell on Vilya. "I did think - at the time - that I could never be happy if I was not by his side."

"...without you, I don't know where I'd be right now."

[healerofimladris]

It wasn't him he was angry at--not in specific, at least--but she'd found the best way to make her enemies to suffer was to isolate them, first. To give them nothing to live for, before making them beg for death, and Kng Elessar /would/ beg. They came in the night, thousands of biting and stinging insects filling the Lord's room, filling him with poisons and burrowing into his flesh; what was left in the morning for the maid to find couldn't be shown at a funeral.

There was no fighting them. Elrond could do nothing but succumb to the dark cloud that came onto him like a pack of hungry wolves. He didn't even have time to scream for help, because the very moment he opened his mouth, they crawled inside him and down his throat, suffocating the lord in his bed. Before arriving in Mandos, Elrond's last thought on Arda had been filled with sheer horror.