#iamtheoneoflight

[smaugthcgolden]

I’m slowly working my way back here!!

But I ask --  What happened to iamtheoneoflight ?? She deleted?

[theunknownofrivendell]

@iamtheoneoflight

Nínimeth was nervous, very much so. It was her very first time in Lothlorien and while she’d been reassured by Arwen that her grandmother and grandfather were very kind, it hadn’t helped much. And then there was the fact that she was going to sing for them: her skill of singing and playing instruments had previously been described as extraordinary but was it really? In an attempt to clear her mind, she had asked if there was a place where she could sit and practice for a while and a kind elleth had brought her to one of the gardens, assuring her that there would be no one at this time.

Taking out her flute, the blonde elleth looked around for a while before her eye fell on a butterfly and soon she was playing a melody, mimicking how the small thing fluttered through the air. She merrily continued, letting the garden inspire her until she started to feel as if someone was watching, which made her stop abruptly. Turning her head, she almost immediately shot up, bowing her head for the one who was without doubt Lady Galadriel. No one else in Lothlorien could be so breathtakingly beautiful and perfect. “My lady, I did not know you were there.”

[celeborn-of-doriath]

" You seem weary, my love. What is it that troubles your gaze, that brews in their depths-eyes that I know so well? " The lady placed a gentle hand over his cheek, her gaze searching and gentle, brows drawn in concern, for her heart held only love for him.

“it is the darkness brewing in the East, Dol Doldur...” he murmured, casting a long gaze out across the forest, brow furrowed in concern, his eyes as stormy as the dark clouds that roiled in the storm-swept sky overhead. His hands gripped tight the massive Doriathrin battle axe, nearly as ancient as he, that sat across his knees, its silver face split by the reflection of the lightning that tore at the sky. But at his wife’s touch he raised his eyes to hers, taking solace in the comfort of her heart and her gentle words.

[labyrinthbetweenthestars]

iamtheoneoflight:

“Why do you linger in the shadows?…”

Jareth had grown tired of the chaos that had become part of his every day life, and needed to get away from it all, if only for a little while, in order to clear his head.  So from his own realm he departed, and slipped into another world, that during his past travels he found to be favorable, with endlessly beautiful areas to explore.

The sun had just set on the forest in which the elven sorcerer traveled through the day, but that gave no reason for him to make camp just yet. The night was just alive as the day, and Jareth was someone who had learn to claim the darkness as a source of comfort.

His foot-falls were near silent upon forest floor, when an energy like no other caught his attention. He paused, and lifted his head in the direction it was emanating. He saw the light radiating from her, before he saw the lady herself. Pure, white, ethereal light; not something that would be visible to any passerby, but to one of similar kin, that radiance was unmistakable, and awe inspiring.

If he had sensed her, he knew that she too had sensed him. Even if going visually unseen was a talent of his, a talent he employed in that moment as he retreated a few steps, back into the comforting cloak of darkness.  There he lingered, and silently watched.

He wasn't foolish enough to assume he had tricked the elven woman into believing he was gone, he knew she would still feel the energy of another near by, since he did nothing further to hide his presence. But, since he was posing no threat, he was wordlessly giving her the choice to continue along her path, to ignore him and not be disturbed. Or, if she wished contact to be made, she could be the one to initiate it.

When the pure one's voice reached out, the king gave a slow smile, though he made no effort to depart from the very shadows that she questioned. Instead he replied unseen, in a deep and gentle tone. "I had no desire to disturb a lady's evening walk, if she had no want for company, or a disruption from her thoughts."

[bxfur-blog]

hello beautiful

“Me?!

- Haha! Now I’m not a shy retirin’ type but you must be meanin’ someone else.”

[balefulglaurung-blog]

“Bright One”~[closed rp]

Stirring from his great slumber, a sound was heard from not too far away, and his eyes beheld something bright... in the distance... How they narrowed, trying to adjust to this blight in the ever-growing darkness... Someone had come to his chambers, and so far up a mountain did they travel. It had to be commented on, if not admired, for whoever they were...               “As long as you are not here to steal from me...                State your meaning for being here among my                grand abode...” { iamtheoneoflight }

[ivoryxdove]

Lived long enough to become the villain (bc i love your blog and i have a sansa blog too ;) ) haha

{ AH I DIDN”T EVEN SEE THIS THANK YOU }

She hadn’t meant to become like those who had held her. Adamantly refused that she would every be like Cersei, in fact. But now, looking down at Robyn, all that she could see was an obstacle. And that scared her.

“No sweetling, everything will be fine.” Sansa heard herself say as if from afar.

She pulled the pillow into her hand, pushed it over his face, closed her eyes, and tried to remember her father’s smile.

She couldn’t.

[rainbowxbrite]

OPEN: Tolkien Verse

"How do you feel?"