#giftfromthevalar

[antleredthrone]

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“I mean, that would be ideal,” Thranduil winced, a hint of a playful smile on his lips.

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[terriblytearful]

"Are you nervous?"

“Yes.” She answered rather hastily before a long exhale pushed passed her lips. “No...maybe? I don’t know...” An exasperated sigh followed. The blonde looked up at her friend and then rolled her shoulders back, just a little, trying her best to emulate the elleth’s posture.  “It’s just a feast...No one will be looking at me anyway...right...Right?” 

[oropherrrrr]

Spotify 7 and 77 !

7. Moskau - Rammstein 

77. Sonne - Rammstein

[driftinglightofthewoods]

✎

[tearfulmaiden]

mafia au: Nemiriel Sarnor

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[antleredthrone]

🖤

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

“I wish that we could be free. I wish that you and I were free to love without question, to do whatever our hearts desired without anyone else’s input. Without always thinking of the consequences. I wish that our lives were ours alone to do with what we wish, and that we were not tied down with diplomacy and tradition.”

[antleredthrone]

shatter

Send "shatter" for your muse to hear mine break a mirror out of rage/fear/frustration

The letter sat upon the desk where Thranduil had left it, the flowery lettering doing little to ease the Elvenking’s mind at the weight of the words. The world was becoming endlessly more hazardous, there was confirmation of armies assembling in the North, the wood was darkening with each passing day… and now this.

Thranduil ignored the sound of breaking glass as he stood staring at the fire in the fireplace, his breathing still ragged and his nostrils flared as realization hit him that his son was not coming back from his trip to Imladris. In fact, his son might not come home at all. If Elrond thought for an instant that his letter would bring Thranduil any comfort or solace at all while his son was facing the perils of Arda, he was sorely mistaken. No, this only brought more anger and upset to Thranduil, for the peredhil would not even disclose where his son was going or what his new quest entailed, citing that it was far too dangerous.

If it is too dangerous, why the hell had he sent his son?!

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[antleredthrone]

“why would you do this?”

“I had no other choice, Nemeriel. He’s been asking to go on patrol for ages, and we’ve continued to postpone it as much as possible. I cannot tell him he is not ready any longer- He’s done the training, more so than any other on the patrol. He’s learned from the very best, and has bested some of them.” Thranduil sighed, taking his wife’s hands into his own. 

“I am worried about him as well, but...My parents were the very same when I went on my first patrol, too. It is a light shift and Feren is with him, he’ll be alright.”

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