#hisroyalguard

[goldenhairedadvisor]

*He stepped into the light.*

You little bitch, Maegcalen. Go fuck yourself.

[fytighe]

Hi there! As an avid fan of Dan's work, I would just like to enlighten you. Though certain channels I have had communication from Dan saying he was 'deeply flattered' that I had commended his work and his appeal. From a friend of his, he has been noted as being respectful, determined, wise beyond his years, trustworthy, generous and a bit rebellious! While he has said he finds himself to be shy. He's from Birmingham, England and his birth year is around 1987. I hope this helps! ✌

I thought it was Birmingham, thank you for confirming and for the extra info. 

Everyone looking for information about Daniel: here is some.

[goldenhairedadvisor]

Which elves have you admired from afar and would LOVE to experiment a kiss or make-out session with them?

“Generally if I admire an elf I let them know in some way, but I suppose I would try a ‘make-out’ session with Erestor. Maybe also Maegcalen just to irritate him.”

[theelvenscholar]

Oh, dear foolish Erestor. Do you truly think your delirious piety will elevate you to some glorious higher level? No matter our lifestyle, all eldar will come before Mandos in his Halls and all will walk the earth again come the Dagor Dagorath.

Erestor let out a long huff before he turned to look to the other. “I will not let your words get to me. I will lay with Námo, when the time comes, and hopefully feel Eru’s love. That is all I wish for, his love.”

[tearfulmaiden]

"Fetch me another glass of wine"

She didn't move, and continued to ignore him. The blonde was not clean, nor happy, nor healthy. She would remain like this for as long as he wished, or until her brother could find her again. He was going to hit her again, she knew it.

[tearfulmaiden]

I Crave You

The blonde stiffened, practically paralyzed. "Get your hands off me..." she warned, hand moving to the dagger in her skirt. Her hand clenched around the hilt. His lips hurt her skin, and his hands roamed and she hated how confident he was in his sickening movements. 

[goldenhairedadvisor]

Maegs. Maegs pls.

[norgwaloth]

hisroyalguard

His mother had left him, as always, to wander and satisfy his curiosity while she met with the local trading council. Most of the morning he'd spent gathering leaves; Eregion had vastly different trees yet the shades they took were the same, beautiful gold and copper and crimson, that he saw in the Havens as well, every autumn. They were amongst the few certain things to him, the fallen leaves - he could be miles and miles away and still have a piece of home.

Come midday he searched the markets. One could find many trinkets in such places, treasures of little value but that of nostalgia, of memories. He bought himself a pendant in the shape of a tiny hammer, made of iron, and hung it on a chain around his neck. It lay on his chest by the shells, pearls and flowers in amber that he always wore.

By afternoon, Norgwaloth was exhausted and hungry. He'd seen a street vendor selling honey pastries, but he was short of a couple of coins. Deciding the people here seemed very kind, the young Sinda went around, asking tired traders with heavy baskets and violent smiths and drunk minstrels if he could borrow - and all he asked with serenity and softness. They were, decidedly, kind people.