#erestor's stuff

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Character Body Language!! W/ Erestor

DEFENSIVE . arms crossed on chest . crossing legs . fist-like gestures . pointing index finger . karate chops . stiffening of shoulders . tense posture . lip curling . baring teeth .

REFLECTIVE . hand-to-face gestures . tilting of head . chin stroking . peering over glasses . taking glasses off , cleaning them . putting earpiece of glasses in mouth . pipe/smoker gestures . putting hand to the bridge of nose . pursed lips . knitted brows . Rubbing of finger over knuckles

SUSPICION . arms crossed . sideways glances . touching , rubbing nose . rubbing eyes . hand resting on a weapon . brow rising . lips pressing into a thin line . strict, unwavering eye contact . wrinkling of nose .

OPEN , COOPERATIVE . open hands . upper body in sprinter’s position . sitting on the edge of a chain . hand-to-face gestures . unbuttoned coat . tilted head . slacked shoulders . drooping posture . feet pointed outwards . palms flat , facing outwards .

CONFIDENCE . hands behind back . hands on lapels of coat . steepled hands . baring teeth . rolling shoulders . tipping head back , maintaining eye contact . puffed up chest . shoulders back . arms folded just above navel .

INSECURE , ANXIOUS . chewing on pen . rubbing thumb over opposite thumb . biting fingernails . hands in pockets . elbow bent . closed gestures . clearing throat . picking , pinching flesh . fidgeting . hand covering mouth when speaking . poor eye contact . tugging on clothing . tugging at ear . perspiring hands . playing with hair . swaying . smacking lips . sighing . rocking on balls of feet . flexing fingers sporadically . clenching hands into fists

FRUSTRATION . short breaths . tsk-ing . tightly clenched hands . fist-like gestures . pointing index fingers . running hand through hair . rubbing back of neck . tightly clenched jaw . snarling . baring teeth . grimacing . sharp-eyed glowers with noticeable tension in brows . shoulders back, head up . defensive posture . teeth grinding . nostrils flaring . heavy exhales .

stolen from : @sharpglance

tagging : whoever hasn’t done this yet!

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Sweet Boy Erestor <3

Please don’t steal his bear. He’ll be very upset.

Baby Glorf Baby Finno Full Set <3

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I made a Thing™

An Erestor thing!!!!

First Thing™ I’ve made so there was a struggle with the brushes, but yeah... I’m kinda happy with this?

Now I gotta try my hand at Glorfindel? Ouuff...

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For the thought-provoking headcanon questions: ⛔️, 💸, and 🌺?

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

Erestor is pretty much a stickler for the rules, but also believes that rules shouldn’t apply to every single aspect of one’s life. There is a time for order and structure, but there is also a time for freedom and some level of recklessness, and he very much embodies that.

When he’s working with Elrond he will wear the somber clothes of his office and tie his hair back neatly. However when he’s not, he’ll usually wear more loose clothing and an excess of jewellery. He’ll leave his hair down and takes pleasure in walking barefoot most of the time.

He is especially unfond of war for the necessity of following strict orders - at times without question.

💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have?

I think Erestor will generally disregard the “money” a person has, and look instead at their position and their being.

He prefers to extend his respect to all people, but evaluates how that respect will be presented based on the person he is speaking to.

He understands that people in a position of high authority are generally found to be under much more stress than others, and as such, treats them with the respect due to someone in such a position. That said, his respect will increase tenfold when he finds that the person in this position has earned it. 

For example, his respect for Maeglin as his seneschal was nothing more than the respect of a superior. He was the (un)lucky son of the king’s sister, which is how he achieved the reknown he was given as lord of the house of the mole.

Turgon, however, he respects as having crossed the Helcaraxë and founded the city. Tuor he respected for being chosen by the valar - something he especially does not take likely now after the fall, and his visit with the fëanturi. Glorfindel he respects for the crossing, his bravery in battle, his fall, which saved few but all that were left of their people - and of course Idril and Ëarendil. Elrond he respects for founding Imladris, for his love and healing in the face of loss. etc.

🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

Erestor likes blue orchids - he sees them often in his visions of Irmo. They’re a soft, gentle, but illuminating colour. To see them brings him peace.

He is also especially fond of most yellow flowers. The chrysanthemum reminds him of the fluff of Glorfindel’s hair, but the celandine is especially precious to him. It is the flower he took from Glorfindel’s grave - the golden flower itself - and the one he grows all around his hidden cottage now.

The only yellow flowers he is not fond of are sunflowers. The depths of the seeds reminds him only the of shadow and smoke of the balrogs and of Glorfindel’s death. He may even have put in a word with Elrond to have the sunflower garden build on the opposite end of the house “because there they’d have more sunlight.”

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how much do you like horses?

Very much so, Erestor nodded. They are noble companions, and helpful for farm work. It is a shame they do not live longer.

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(battle meme) 9 & 11

    9. Who taught my muse how to fight?

Glorfindel was the one who taught Erestor how to fight. After meeting up one too many times  with Erestor wounded from an unfortunate encounter with his peers, Glorfindel decided that it was high time the boy learned to defend himself properly. Though he learned self-defence and the use of a sword in school, the blades were often too heavy for him, and his peers much too strong. This led to make of his very own twin blades.

     11. A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight against a loved one.

“I told them. I said ‘I can’t use this sword; it’s too heavy.’ And all they had to say was ‘We need swordsman, not archers.’ And then they carried on as if I’d said nothing at all,” Erestor pouted, his arms crossed over his chest, a heavy sword lying at his feet. “That’s why I asked you to come. I need help, and they refuse to give it to me.”

Glorfindel stared at the full-length, steel sword on the ground before the elfling’s feet, “Is that what you’re supposed to practice with?”

“Aye, my lord,” Erestor sighed dramatically. “Perhaps you’d like to hold it,” he bent down to pick it up, needing both hands to even get it off the ground, “I’m told that holding a sword may be some form of –”

Erestor paused and glared at the Glorfindel as he was interrupted by a strong burst of laughter, “What’s so funny? This is a very serious matter, my lord. Please do not mock me.”

“Oh, Erestor,” the golden lord laughed, “I simply- I don’t understand why they would give you such a sword. ‘Tis a grown warrior’s blade; have they told you why?”

“Aye, they said t’was the last available blade for our group.”

At this Glorfindel laughed even more, “That- That blade? It was not intended for your group! Whoever was the last to clean your group’s blade must have unintentionally swapped them. Ai, Erestor, let me find you a blade of proper weight and length.”

Erestor gaped in shock as the older elf lifted the sword from the ground with one hand, “Then… It was a mistake?”

“Yes, most likely, I doubt someone would knowingly give one your age, so unpracticed in battle a sword like this. Please wait here for a moment and I will return with a better one.”

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“Now stand like this, and raise your sword like so,” Glorfindel helped the boy get into position before moving to stand across from him. “Now, when I step forward, I want you to move like this…”

Glorfindel demonstrated the movement and patiently for Erestor to go through the motions slowly to make sure he was comfortable enough before finally taking a step forward. Erestor moved at the same time, with a fluidity that belied his lack of practice with any blade. Perhaps underestimating him wasn’t the best idea. He might be fresh at the moment, but his skill would grow, and he would perhaps even surpass those who mocked him now.

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1, 5, 8

     1. What weapon does your muse prefer?     5. Is your muse a skilled warrior?     8. Is the muse merciful or cruel?

Erestor is not really a fan of weapons, for their use generally means war, but he can admire their make and does so frequently. When it comes to making use of his own, he usually relies on his bow. As it allows him to stay as far away from combat as possible. However, because of this, it is often assumed that he is an unskilled warrior. This is false.

Though he practices infrequently, when the time arises, he does so vehemently. His weapon of choice for close combat would be twin blades. He is particularly skilled with them, and few are a match for him, though even fewer know it.

Erestor is neither merciful nor cruel in battle, but rather, emotionally detached. He does what needs to be done, and that’s it. Though he isn’t a thoughtless warrior, he doesn’t let himself feel too deeply when he’s fighting. However, if a situation requires thought (a small skirmish, not a war), then he is capable of being either. Should the situation call for it, he can be quite merciful, but should a loved one have been harmed needlessly, he can be more cruel than most would imagine.

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Love Me

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

[ This may accidentally have become slightly more smutty than fluffy, but igaf~ ]

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     Erestor smiled softly and whistled to himself as he folded the laundry. He set the trousers atop the pile of neatly folded clothes belonging to himself and his lover. It was sometimes hard to tell their clothes apart - unless it was a very particular piece or one tailored to fit exactly they weren’t picky about whose clothes they ended up wearing. The councillor sighed happily at the thought and ran his hand over his hair, causing several strands to come loose of his high ponytail and fall over his face as he continued his folding.

     Arms slowly wound themselves around his waist from behind. He leaned back into the touch, while simultaneously holding up a shirt and frowning at a small ink stain that still refused to disappear. He wondered which of them the shirt belonged to and who would need to replace it and Erestor’s sweet voice floated over to him, breath ghosting over his ear, “You look so magnificently seductive doing the smallest of things, meleth nín, but how you manage to do so while folding clothes is beyond me,” he paused and spun Erestor around to face him, “This frown however _” he pressed a gentle hand to Erestor’s cheek, smoothing his thumb over a furrowed brow, “This frown is positively delicious.”

     He pulled Erestor forward and kissed his full lips, tongues slowly coming forth for a short battle for dominance before both pulled back for air, “Forget the stain, melethron, and come join me in bed…”

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Bonus: You get a slightly frowny Erestor. I need to work on facial expressions.