#goldengreenleaf

[oracleofimladris]

Hello world

Have has everyone been?

I’ve missed you all.

[illtemperedking]

+3

                                           “Mae Govannen, Mellon.”

[diamondxlongcleeve]

goldengreenleaf

He was the most beautiful being that Diamond had ever laid eyes on, and she couldn't fathom why an elf of such status would be in the Shire. The stranger looked rather out of place, so the girl built up some courage and approached him.

"Do you need any help?"

[earendilion]

-rubs the ears-

Elrond feels the touch on his ears and hums in approval, catching the prince's fingers to kiss briefly before guiding them back to his tingling ears.

[schonweiss]

"Those ears... could it be... are you an elf?"

[rulerofthewoodlandrealm]

      A crack, loud as a clap of thunder, was sounding, playing a symphony of destruction just for the Elvenking to hear. Inside his head, where it spread rapidly, accompanied by red, hot pain, pouring into his skull like liquid fire.      Pressure and pain alike flooded his senses and occupied them whole. Eyes grew wide in shock. Not just his own, but the ones of the guards, standing near and fighting off hoards of orcs. Those of Feren, who was already rushing his way, towards a threat in his back that Thranduil could not see and had not seen before. Footfalls, heavy and urgent but strangely soundless, as all the Elvenking's keen senses could here was static and a dulled, muffled yell of despair. Not his own, but someone else's.     His voice was lost in a silent wheeze, greedily gasping for air, as the pain made it hard to breathe. Peculiar, considering he had been hit in the head.

  One by one, his senses failed him. His whole body joining in quickly. His knees grew feeble and gravity pulled him down towards the earth, where they met with the cold, hard ground. A wet squelch sounded as they pushed into ground drenched with blood, the sound mixing with the clash of steel behind him. His sword slipped through his fingers easily and landed in a buzz of metal that he couldn't hear. His tongue tasted like metal in his mouth and was heavy as such. He had not bled in so many centuries, he had almost forgotten taste and feeling.        His head bowed forward, the world went black, as his eyes fluttered shut and his body turned while he fell towards the ground completely. He didn't feel how his back connected with the earth, only felt the pain in his head that reminded him of an old, almost ancient, agony; the feeling of dragonfire on skin.     He remembered it then, as he lay, breath labored and eyes closed, the world lost to him as he began slipping from it in retaliation. By now, he thought, he would have a hundred regrets piling up to come and haunt him if his time would ever dare run out on him.    But it was not regret that began haunting him, as his blood mixed with the earth beneath him and the blood of the wretched horrors they had already wounded and slain. It was the face of his wife, who had met her fate on the battlefield a thousand years before. The voice of his son, who he had parted with in bad spirit and who had gone to follow someone other than him.       It was so clear, he could have believed him close and nearby,       had he not known it was impossible. But who would rush after his son and make sure he had not met a fate such as the one the Elvenking was facing now, if he died? Desperately trying to hold on, his mouth opened in an attempt to call out to Feren for one last order. The elf had to be near. Someone was.      "Ion nín," his meek voice whispered, mouth opening and closing over additional words he couldn't utter anymore. Would his guard know what he was sending him out to do or would he mistake him for hallucinating in the face of death? A long exhale of air was punctuated by the lack of a following intake.

[willyouhavepeaceorwar]

"Happy New Year"

Send "Happy New Year" for my muse's reaction to being kissed by yours at midnight.

Not Accepting

The lips are soft, smooth and curious enoughfor Bard to actually respond despite the obviousfoolishness of it. He was going to get killed bythe Elvenking for touching his son.

"Lord Legolas?           ....       Happy New Year to you as well I guess..."

[willyouhavepeaceorwar]

➳

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.

Still Accepting

“Why do you care?”

He asked more brutally than he had wished,the growl almost audible in his tone.