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` Starter | Rivendell w/Bofur

Lyra could say that her stay at Rivendell wasn’t an eventful one, but she had definitely learned a lot. The Valley of Imladris hadn’t changed at all the last time the minstrel visited, and she was grateful for the refuge of the elven realm after days of austere treading, fording, running and hiding from danger. It was one of places that Lyra would always be glad to go back to, for hidden beneath its elegant covers were great wisdoms from ages past and melancholy that she was too young to understand.

But not tonight though.

The sound of dwarvish laughter scraped across the setting sun, adding spice to the frowning on some of the elves’ faces. Lyra was laughing as well, at one of their lovely jokes - you’ll never be disappointed at dwarvish humor. Oh, how amused she was - simply because of the expressions of some of the elves glancing from their windows, their brows all furrowed up, apparently unable to understand what was going on - or how was their peaceful valley ‘invaded’ by dwarves.

“Up!” Lyra drank hailing the company’s noble cause, whatever that may be. She had yet to figure out what they were onto, but apparently some important members weren’t there. They were onto something about reclaiming their homeland, but Lyra couldn’t care less about that. Maybe she was the only human around, and certainly the only one drinking along with the dwarves. The moon above them shone bright, and the sparks of fire climbed as high as the stars.

“So how come you all are here again? What brought you to Rivendell?” Lyra asked, smiling at the group.

[yourehomesickiunderstand]

Bofur was slightly in his cups, laughing and singing with his friends and the lovely minstrel who was eager to learn their songs.

Upon her question, Bofur sobered slightly, catching himself before stating the true purpose of their quest. Clearing his throat, he gave a charming smile, “why we’re off to visit relatives in the Iron Hills. Our leader found an interesting document and required Lord Elrond’s help in his research of it, so we decided to make a quick stop here.”

He sarcastically toasted the elf city behind him, “Not to mention the ever delightful hosts.”

[wanderingarcherviola]

glireth has been spotted!

This was rare indeed, a town that wasn’t exactly welcoming but also didn’t care if an orc roamed freely around, she assumed it was because she was small, non threatening, and had money. Sitting in a pub she sipped her ale, she knew she was being watched by guards, though she didn’t worry.

Once finished she got up to go to the bar and get another ale, bumping into someone along the way “Ah, sorry! I wasn’t watchin where I was goin.”

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[defenderofthegrove]

“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

[ Rainy Day Starters. ]

Letting out a small sigh, Gared looked out toward the rainfall, before glancing back at the other, turning his body to face her after a few long moments. This was hardly the ideal situation, and in that moment, he felt no reason to hide that– after all, it was hardly the most cheerful day. “Aye, looks like it.”

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` Starter | Rivendell w/Cuilpantiel

Lyra didn’t think that she was properly awake yet. She got up early because she remembered leaving her lyre in another room, and she must go get it before she forgot about it. Mornings never treat her well, being a heavy sleeper and late-waker. There was already plenty of elves running around though, and Lyra never figured why the others manage to get over their languidness - or are they never sleepy at all?

Walking around with her eyes half closed Lyra didn’t saw the emerge of a shadow walking in front of her. And there she went! Colliding straight with the figure as she tumbled down. Getting up clumsily, Lyra apologized in a quiet voice. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

[cuilpantielthesleepyscribe]

Hi there! This is an Indie blog for a Middle-earth OC minstrel named Lyra. You can find her bio on the main page :) Would you be open to roleplaying with her? I think Cuilpantiel is a cutie and the two could have met in Rivendell (possibly bumping into each other) ? It'll be awkward and cute x3 I'd be more than glad to put up a starter!

//Yeah, sure! I'm non-selective and Lyra sounds interesting.

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sagaciousprince

Though much darkness had descended across the Woodland Realm, merriness was something that did not go awry within the Kingdom. It would seem, that no matter how much devastation Mirkwood faced, the feasts never ceased, and the mead never went untouched. It was different, with each realm, for matters affected them in various ways, and they each celebrated at different times, unless there was an annual feast that occurred. Mirkwood and the kin that brought life to the hallways was joyous in their own way, and many who visited, found that to be rather surprising.

Differed did the Elves and their homelands. Those who were found in Rivendell, possessed much grace and elegance, never would they succumb to violence unless necessary. However, those that roamed Mirkwood were considered to be far more deadly for they are the ruthless, as well as the elegant in movement. But, do not let that fool you; their company would differ not from the other Elvish kin and their manners.

Entertainment was something that Elves thrived on, especially when the entertainment was that of song. On the night that the stars are the brightest, feasts are held within the great hall, and all are welcome, as long as they prove not to be dangerous in mind and body. Those who intended to join the feast, were greeted with open arms, as were those who had the will to sing; they were known, as Minstrels.

Legolas stood, shoulders broad and stance relaxed, in the far corner, where he observed all that occurred within the hall. He was addressed many times, by those who knew his status, and from time to time, he would engage in the common tongue. But once the entertainment had arrived, all went quiet, and nothing, but the harmonious voice could be heard.

Lyra, that was her name, and beautiful was her voice, haunting, like the midnight cape that clad her.

She was surprised by how intently they listened, how tranquil the hall was at the face of music. For when Lyra gazed upon the feasting elves, she did not fathom that folks so merry and warm would appreciate her artistic endeavours to such a degree. That only drove Lyra to refine her voice even more beautifully.

Many a place she had visited, but none was the same. There were some that she desire to leave by the second she got there, and some that she desire to stay at forever. But Lyra’s heart was of a drifter’s, forever wandering around, and there was never a place to call home. 

Middle-earth was her home.

When her song that came to an end, Lyra curtsied and bowed, murmuring phrases of gratitude in Elvish. She produced a wooden box - an intricate little thing. While it seemed shallow and small, the box was actually quite deep. One box full of coins could sustain Lyra for one month. It was customary.

She left the box on the stage as she descended it, while calls from the back invited her to join the feast in common tongue. She would collect it at the end of the feast, and she would see how it filled up. Lyra made her way to the farther end of the room where there were still a few seats. She knew none of these elves by name except a few guards, but she was still more than glad to break meat and mead with them.

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` Starter | Bruinen | w/ Miston

‘There’s much more to this vagabond, than the eye can see...’

Lyra stumbled forwards. Three days without a village, six days without proper shelter and food, clearly it was one of her more atrocious minstrel-ing days, but she’ve had worse.

They say that this river leads to Rivendell... so far, not bloody likely.

She felt hunger gripping her soul, the weight of her lyre and belongings even heavier as she went on. She would faint if she kept going on, and she needed to stop walking -

But that wasn’t an option. She had to get to Rivendell before sundown, or she’ll truly starve to death.

Her eyes were barely able to open themselves. But amongst her blurred vision, Lyra spotted a figure. She squinted, and saw it more clearly - was it her mirage? No. Judging from the figure’s height, he or she must be an elf, yes, and he or she is a living soul...

Some force within Lyra drove her to run faster. She sprinted towards the figure, and fell. She managed to reach out to the figure -

‘Kind mellonamin -’

Before she tumbled down onto the rigid ground.

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Lyra’s Repertoire {Constantly being Updated}

*** Most of these are from Blackmore’s Night. If you know any other medieval-themed bands, please tell me about it!

Under A Violet Moon {Possibly Rohirric / Gondorian, }

Raise your hat and your glasses too We will dance the whole night through We’re going back to a time we knew Under a violet moon

Ghost of A Rose {Gondorian}

Promise me, when you see A white rose you'll think of me I love you so, never let go I will be your ghost of a rose

Fires At Midnight {Dwarvish}

On the hills the fires burned at midnight Superstition plagued the air Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight Stars are out the magic is here

Morning Star {Elvish - possibly from Lothlorien}

There are shadows in the sky Dancing in the air, calling to my heart Saying, "If you dare, We're running fast, we're running far Trying to catch the morning star..."

Magical World {Elvish - from Rivendell, possibly tales of Luthien + Beren}

Walls built between us, miles separate us, Yet in our hearts, we share the same dream... Feelings so strong, we just must carry on, On to our Magical World

Greensleeves {Possibly Woodelven?}

Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold And who but my lady Greensleeves

Seasons of My Love {Dwarvish}

I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair I loved a maid as spry as springtime, with blossoms in her hair 

The Cloch Ticks On {Woodelven}

Leaves fill the trees as the days are getting warmer, Days turn to years, the clocks ticks on... A cloak and dagger, no fear of freedom, when hearts beat in another time, Ever changing, the clock ticks on, if only in your mind...

Be Mine Tonight {Rohirric}

So many stories, so many treasures, So much our lives had shared... We've done it all and we've done it together, You know I've always cared...