#fearduath

[halconath-blog]

kili with tauriel: omg... youre so lovely, you look as if youre crafted from amber, my perfect autumn gem

kili with fleur: lmao u smelly droopy-titz

[wrathlock-a]

                                            @fearduath wants  a  starter.

❝ THE  WOODS  ARE   A   QUIET   bunch  of  friends. ❞  adelhart  rounded  a  particularly  tall  fir,  careful  of  where  his  feet  fall.  they  carry  him  toward  a  broken  stone  where  a  massive,  rotten  log  lay.   ❝ but  they  remember  everything  you  tell  them.  and  keep  the  best  secrets. ❞

he  comes  and  leans  against  the  bark,  hands  behind  his  back,  and  looks  at  the  girl  he  knows  is  there.  still  listening,  he  hoped.  like  a  trustworthy  tree.    ❝ i  almost  thought  you  one,  to  be  honest.  a  young  oak  growing  in  the  dark. if  you’re  worried  about  me  hurting  you,  i  won’t. ❞

[taxiarchaos-blog]

michael  stands,  heeled  boots  sounding  on  the  hard  floor  beneath  as  he  moves  closer  and  circles  her  chair,  slow  and  deliberate,  a  slender  hand  grazing  across  the  tops  of  her  shoulders.  he  almost  laughs  at  her  words,  only  allowing  a  short  huff  to  part  his  lips. 

“ oh,  i  don’t  want  anything.  not  from  you.  i  just  want  you  to  sit  there  and  watch,  helpless,  as  the  world  burns  before  you. ”

@fearduath  /  cont.

[deviantcoded-a-blog]

@fearduath.  /  continued.

[ sms: unknown ]: oh my god i’m so sorry [ sms: unknown ]: that was supposed to go to someone else [ sms: unknown ]: my name’s connor....but did you really look at it for 20 minutes ??

[themirkwoodking]

✦ ✧ continued from x with @fearduath

"I meant no offense." The answer is short, clipped in nature —- he's exhausted with having his words twisted as if they were vines covered in the sharpest of thorns. She isn't the only one he has the issue with; there are plenty who find offense in even the most innocent words spoken. 'Sometimes', he thinks to himself, 'it is exhausting being King.' He wonders, for only a moment, if his father had to deal with the same, though he already knew the answer.

Thranduil remembered his father as if he were living only yesterday. He had been friendly, humorous, compassionate. Only when required of him was he ever aggressive. He had been confident, but humble. Quite the opposite of Thranduil.

"Perhaps the fault is mine," a surprising admittance, "for I do not doubt you. In fact, it is quite the opposite. But courage during such dark times is very hard to come by. It is scarce among my own; it would be understandable if it were scarce within you as well."

[wingedherald-blog]

                                                                      ｢   @fearduath​   ｣       /       🌙 !

THE   DAY   FADES .   it   is   ‘neath   a   cloak   of   approaching   darkness   she   journeys ,   an   old   preference   found   in   deepening   shadows .   &   solitude    ────   quick   flash   of   irritation ,   obscured   by   cowl ,   as   thuringwethil   nods   to   the   other   in   lieu   of   greeting .

❝     passing ,   traveller ?     ❞  

[alyafae-a]

Hands remained neatly folded in front of her as she appraoched the young woman she hadn’t seen in a long time. Unsure what to say, there was still a smile on her lips, delighted to see her again even though she didn’t know if this was a pleasant reunion. It would be so unlike her to be anything but welcoming to someone who used to live in her home.    ❝  It feels like a lifetime since I have last seen you.  ❞    Celebrían introduces herself,  briefly nodding towards her.    ❝  I wonder what brings you to Rivendell. Has something happened?  ❞

»   sc. || @fearduath

[halconath-blog]

.｡*ﾟ❦.*.｡ STARTER CALL | @fearduath

          standing before the  twitching  carcass, legolas searched the spider, watching its life slowly slip away as he recovered an arrow from its body. investigating it, finding the splintering wood and furrowing brows in discontent, he tossed it aside and stepped away from its shape. turning back to the other, who he had scarcely noticed pulled from the skirmish, he was surprised to see her unresponsive. still, looking  COLD  as death, and silent.

          gore painted his face, and he turned his head, glancing her over.

           ❝ ———— are you  alright  ? ❞