#ghostsdontwalkhere

[paramounticebound]

@ghostsdontwalkhere || cont. 

     “I am.”

His answer is curt, to the point, finding no reason to offer the sins of humanity’s history unto the other. Khan offers nothing in this way-- neither his word nor trust. Time has taught him that suspicion is the key to survival, and this he will believe until the last breath leaves his lips. “I simply wonder if you can handle yourself. You are more useful then.”

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

who told you about my hand porn?

[the-dread-pirate-bluetail]

@ghostsdontwalkhere

Bamf.

“Ach!” was about all Kurt Wagner, the oh-so Incredible Nightcrawler, could get out before he plummeted through several branches, all the while attempting to grasp something of substance with each of his five limbs. Sadly, nothing would hold him. His fall was punctuated by several thuds, oofs, and snaps before he finally hit solid ground.

Great. It was going to take forever to get all of these twigs and leaves out of his fur. Sitting up, he attempted to pick a few out. Where was he? This was certainly not Harry’s Hideaway! And to top it all of, he’d lost the book he’d been carrying!

[warriorofthewood-archive]

☀ ⊰ LAESARAS ⊱ || @ghostsdontwalkhere

     Her  heart  was  at  a  loss  in  the  dark  night,  the  flicker  of  dwindling  ember  becoming  her  only  solace  as  what  felt  the  LONGEST  of  days  she  had  ever  endured  came  to  its  end.  The  past  hours  had  been  more  burdensome  than  the  past  centuries  in  turn,  and  had  not  exhaustion  parted  them,  she  had  feared  her  husband  would  have  sanctioned  the  familial  wing  of  the  palace  in  complete  isolation.  What  was  done  to  spare  her,  what  was  done  to  CONTROL  the  overwhelming  of  confusion  and  panic  amongst  those  around  them  --  it  made  her  nervous  at  her  very  core.  Anorýn  did  not  wish  any  disturbance  amongst  the  land,  only  to  return  to  the  house  of  her  beloveds.  Only  to  rekindle  some  peace  against  shadow  and  agonies.

    Long  had  she  banished  any  nuisance  from  her  side,  unable  to  withstand  the  company  as  too  much  weathered  her  character.  Instead,  she  WAITED  within  the  sitting  room  of  the  family  chambers,  untouched  by  the  guards  standing  on  edge  at  her  door.  All  she  yearned  for  was  the  passing  of  night,  to  hear  of  the  return  of  one  she  had  waited  far  too  long  to  see.  It  took  not  long  for  word  to  travel  outside  their  gates  on  feverish  horseback  to  alert  patrols  on  borders  to  withdraw  back  to  the  citadel.  Most  IMPORTANTLY  so,  recalled  the  young  elven  prince  from  his  missions  away  under  some  great  urgency.  She  had  dismissed  the  King  in  favour  of  rest,  assuring  him  only  of  her  remaining  in  the  suite  until  Legolas’  return. 

     Time  slipped  by  like  the  slow  trickling  of  a  stream,  until  she  heard  the  fuss  of  several  not  far  outside  her  walls.  Alarms  were  briefly  raised  as  the  silence  of  night  was  overcome  by  DISRUPTION.  Grey  eyes  turned  from  the  flickering  fire  to  move  back  to  the  entrance  hall  with  a  disapproval  quickly  touching  upon  her  features.  The  two  guards  shuffling  in  and  out  of  the  door  quickly  made  note  of  her  peering  from  around  the  corner  dishevelled  and  unamused,  “Will  you  QUIET  your  insolence  or  you  will  wake  the  King.”  Her  tone  not  falling  short  until  her  eyes  landed  upon  the  additional  ellon  entering  the  foyer.  She  paused at  the  sight  of him,  like  the  breath  had  vanished  from  her  lungs  and there  she  stared  with  a  perplexed  yet  unsettled  expression. “Legolas,”  she  returned  with  a  final  exhale,  her  dark  eyes  falling  over  him  scrupulously.

[lindeaewen-a]

@ghostsdontwalkhere | F r a u g h t (continued from[x])

The noise of quiet sobbing had attracted Elrohir further into the gardens as he passed them by on his way to the stables. He knew how it sounded when both Elladan and Arwen cried, and he could tell that it was neither of them, nor was it his father, or Glorfindel, or anyone else he counted among his family. He had no course of action in mind for what he would do should he find an acquaintance crying, and he anticipated himself turning on his heel and running away as soon as they looked at him.

To see Prince Legolas on the floor with tears marring his fair face could not be described as anything other than a shock to Elrohir. He stood completely still for a moment, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, searching the seen for blood or something else that might signal to him the cause of Legolas’s pain. His confusion only increased when he could not find an obvious reason, but it was oddly validating to see someone he admired so greatly in such a state, even though the scene before him hurt his heart, because shedding tears was not an uncommon occurrence for himself.

“Legolas?” he whispered almost tentatively, taking a few hurried steps forwards and sinking to his knees on the stone beside the Prince. He reached out a hand, making to touch Legolas’s arm, but he stopped himself before he could make contact. He held his brother and sister when they wept - this he knew how to do - but he was entirely unsure what sort of behavior was appropriate to engage in. “What ails you, my friend?”

[nerevoite-old]

@ghostsdontwalkhere | continued from x

Aragorn dropped down to sit down beside his friend on the mossy ground, his legs outstretched in front of him as he leaned back on his palms. “You are never poor company, Legolas,” he said sincerely, “What pains you, my dear friend?”

[lindeaewen-a]

@ghostsdontwalkhere | S t r i f e (continued from [x])

Elrohir quietly dropped down into the space beside Legolas without a word, only a soft sigh leaving his mouth at first. He shuffled himself backward so that he could lean against the headboard; he knew he was unlikely to find any rest, even with the comfort of another beside him. “Thank you,” he he managed to whisper, after a short pause of silence, “I am only worried.”

Having guests in the Valley was always a happy occasion, especially ones like Prince Legolas, who was widely deemed an important Elf, but Elrohir could find no peace in the music and celebration. His brother and his sister were both away - Elladan and a carefully selected handful of border guards were to escort Arwen to visit their grandparents in Lothlorien - but Elrohir had been kept behind because of an unfortunately timed injury to his left hip. A blade had cut through the muscles underneath, which left him struggling to walk, and quite useless in defending anyone for the moment. He knew that Elladan was capable enough without him, but he could not seem to quell his distress. The situation reminded him far too much of the time leading up to his mother’s torture, and he dreaded to think what dark creatures might see fit to do to one or both of his siblings. 

He turned his head to look at Legolas, looking every bit like Elrond with the lines of worry etched into his forehead. “Forgive me, I just need company and I dare not seek it from anyone else.”

[houseofdolamroth]

ghostsdontwalkhere

@ghostsdontwalkhere liked for a starter

“Welcome, my lord, to Dol Amroth.”

Had it not been for the fact that her father had asked her to stay at home, she would have been in Minas Tirith the moment the war had ended. As it was, her sense of curiosity had been almost overwhelming so she was naturally a little excited when she had heard that a number of the company would be travelling to their home for a few days and that thereafter she would be able to return to the capital with them. To see the rest of her family again was a blessing, to meet these new people was an excitement.

Plus, she had never met an elf before.