Meet Vanimelda she is my orchid #elvish #elvenfair #sindarin #orchid #vanimelda https://www.instagram.com/p/CFyJMQKJeSB/?igshid=1ww0ct2d3az93

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Meet Vanimelda she is my orchid #elvish #elvenfair #sindarin #orchid #vanimelda https://www.instagram.com/p/CFyJMQKJeSB/?igshid=1ww0ct2d3az93
"I'm here to rescue you." (from your waifu @elvenfair)
It was a whisper that stirred him out of the darkness, and he surfaced slowly like from the great depth of a tainted lake. Gasping and blinking he awoke, daylight that had already become unfamiliar stinging in his eyes.
Light... How? There had only been the darkness of the tower’s pits, the utter silence of it, the pale, cold face of Finrod Felagund, terribly beautiful in the stillness of death. The quiet, inescapable despair that had taken root in his heart.
But like a breath of a western breeze, something had gently blown away the fog of desolation, and the air that filled his lungs was fresh and clean. The tower had crumbled to ruins around the dungeon, and there was a hold around him, warm and familiar, a solace and comfort that seemed to have been eliminated from the world altogether.
“Tinúviel.”
The whisper of a broken voice on his cracked lips, and his hands came up to her arms, afraid that, should he turn around, she would dissolve like a dream. Yet... there she stayed, solid and real, and he drew her into his arms when she didn’t respond, whispering her name over and over.
“Lúthien, Lúthien, my Tinúviel...”
「 @elvenfair 」 / 🌙 !
grim smile , surprise lining its edges ──── familiar faces are hardly a comfort nowadays .
❝ it has been a while . ❞