#heartofthemountain

[alexsleepwalker-blog]

#smaugsdesolation#dale#middleearth#erebor#arkenstone#heartofthemountain#dwarf

[the-master-of-art]

Journey to Mckinley Glacier #mountain #heartofthemountain #landscape_lovers #landscape #landscapephotography #alaska #wilderness #nature #aerialphotography

[the-master-of-art]

#MckinleyGlacier #alaska #wilderness #landscapephotography #landscape #heartofthemountain #mountains #nature

[gonowandspeedwell]

heart-of-the-mountain

“All I remember is the sky going dark and everyone screaming and running.”

[queenthorinoferebor]

"You're Mine!"

Send me “You’re mine.” to see how my muse reacts to your muse telling them just that.

“Aye…yours. Always yours.”

[halfblessedhalfcursed]

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 Questions:

1.What is your favorite word?

“Anything spoken in my mother tongue.  Though that is a rare treat now days.”

2. What is your least favorite word?

“Anything in Quenya.  It’s as though someone sat down and attempted to make a language that was unpronounceable and convoluted in form. It doesn’t sound bad when spoken by someone who knows what they’re doing, but the difficulty in learning it has soured me to it.” 3. What turns you on?

“Thats... very personal... I... well I really just I like intimate things you know?  Just spending time with a person and, physically touching, and cuddling, and doing everyday things I suppose is that what you mean?  Or more like... like...”

4. What turns you off?

“When a person is obviously only interested in me as a warm body.”

5. What sound do you love?

“The sound of rain pattering on leaves in a forest, dripping into puddles, and gurgling in little rivulets down a rocky slope after a long drought, winds blowing through dry reed beds, and a fire crackling and hissing.  Ideally all at once of course.”

6. What sound do you hate?

“Snoring drives me crazy, even if it’s not very loud.”

7. What is your favorite curse word?

“Oh, this one is tricky.  I swear a lot and I don’t have any particular favorite, I do say “Morgoths Hairy Nipples”, a lot.  Then there’s the classic, ‘Wargshit’. “Shithead” is another good one, but I usually reserve it for family.  There is one in Haladrim that roughly translates as “the spring of cunts and the late winter of dicks” it might be my favorite. But swearing in a language most people don’t understand is unsatisfying. 

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

“I think I would have liked to be a Potter, or a Weaver, or Spinster, I enjoy tactile tasks and I’m not bad at any of those three.  Or perhaps just a shepherd, out in nature, nothing but sheep and a few wolves for excitement, no people.”

9. What profession would you not like to do?

“Bard, Minstrel, whatever you would like to call it. Oh I’ll hum a bit but I would hate to do it for a living. I would have to play songs that would do nothing but grate on my nerves all because they were popular.”

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?

“An apology would be nice, letting the world go to hell, he has a bit to apologize for.”

Bonus Questions

1. Something most people don’t know about you?

“While I do rather well at being a leader I’d much rather have someone else making the ‘big’ decisions. Still if it falls to me I shall do my best to do right by others.“

2. Sexual Preference?

“No thank you... or well, not very often?”

3. What position do you sleep in?

“On my side, with something at my back that I can lean into slightly.”

4. What if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time?

“I’ve lost before, but I do so on my terms not on command.”

5. Greatest fear?

“Nothing, an abyss of nothing.”

6. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be?

“... I had hoped to leave behind family who might have fond memories...”

7. What’s your middle name?

“I only have the one name, I have never been given another either by my father or anyone else.”

Tagging: (If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.)

tirnole, ziranyon, carnecendele, notdaddyslittleprincess, hastyriser,  banner-bearer, chieftainofthehaladin, i-dream-of-oceans, first-son-of-finwe, theelvenscholar.

[first-son-of-finwe]

"Ada! Look!" two small hands held up a small fiery opal. "Isn't it pretty?"

“Beautiful,” he exclaimed, kneeling down to examine the gem. It was indeed stunning, the flecks of deep red giving it an ever-changing hue under the mingling light. Feanor smiled at the child, reaching his hand out out to take the stone and examine it closer. “Where did you find this?”

[halfblessedhalfcursed]

!!!!!!BUBBLES!!!!!!

Kets eyes widened as Ark got into the bath with her she stared absolutely dumbstruck before hurriedly making room, staring down and indulging a sudden bubble hoarding fascination as she piled the foam around herself bashfully.  She had told her shining one to feel free to join her, mostly in jest, never dreaming that the other would take her up on it!

It wasn’t that the half-elf was ashamed of her scars, or her body, it was that she knew she was far from conventionally beautiful.  She was painfully aware of the fact that she was warrior, made all of steel, scars and wiry muscle, making her soft edges hard. Ark on the other hand was the height of feminine grace, spritely, softness, light, and smiling eyes… and sometimes she was afraid that her own sharp edges would scare her away.  Though of course she knew logically that was foolishness, she could sense that there was an adamant hard core lurking beneath the silken coat her shining one wrapped herself in.  But looking at her now, shy darting glances, bare, and so pale and fair, it was hard to keep it in mind.

“I didn’t think you would take me seriously.”  Ketiley admitted, trying to break her own awestruck silence with the first words that came to mind.  Then a slow smile working it’s way across a face so long unused to expressions of such joy still blushing, she added.  “I’m… I’m glad you did though.”  She offered her a bottle of fragrant soap, thrilling a little as their fingertips touched, and nudged a fresh washcloth along the edge of the tub so that it was within easy reach.