#iluveatar

[ardabuilt]

... ❝ @iluveatar ; ( NESSA STARTER CALL ➹ )

                     NESSA THE SWIFT, THEY CALL HER. HER love of running is well known and her speed is famous amongst her kin. But, the Vala stopped so quick within the trees that bare feet created deep tracks with the leaves and mud.

“Who is there? I can SENSE thee.”

[ardabuilt]

... ❝ @iluveatar ; ( OROMË STARTER CALL ➼ )

                     DARK HAIR FELL BEFORE HIS EYES AS they look out over the ocean and the armada of ships that beckon towards the island of Aman. The Huntsman drew in a large intake of breath, feeling his chest expand tightly.

“Oh, Eru help us.” He muttered while his hands grasped for his horn to blow and alert of the incoming enemy.

[burkhanlig]

@iluveatar​ said:  “Respect is something that you earn”

Anthrax - Among the Living lyrics starters

--- "Respect yourself and others will respect you." ---

Margöz finished the thought of that old saying aloud, without understanding why while riding with Nah'mar, his horse, along the bank of the Surûbeki River returning to his abode in the fertile land upriver. It had not been a day for remembrance, because he saw his goals increasingly distant. He was still young, but more doors seemed to close in his path as he moved down the long corridor of life.

--- "I do the best I can, Nah'mar." --- he said to his horse as if he had initiated some dialogue. --- "Is it normal for me to feel guilty about doing what is right for me, even if it goes against the advice I received?" --- The question was accompanied by a long sigh of frustration.

[loyalservants]

( Starter for @iluveatar with my Fingon Findekáno ! )

                             ALONE was Fingon upon his BALCONY. He looked up to the skies and saw no HOPE in the STARS. He knelt down, clasped his hands and he prayed to Him, ❝ Eru Ilúvatar, from my HEART, I call Thee. I need FAITH in my HEART for I wish not to go to BATTLE against the Enemy in VAIN and without COURAGE. I may be called the Vailant but I still fear. ❞

                             He lowered his head, his hair with GOLD, swaying and shadowed his face like how DARKNESS and ILL-THOUGHTS shadowed his heart and mind at that moment. ❝ I wish not to die, O Eru Ilúvatar. Not when my SON would be DOOMED to walk this World alone. I am listening for THEE. ❞

[loyalservants]

( Starter for @iluveatar with my Lúthien Tínuviel ! )

                               DANCING and singing was Lúthien in the embrace of the forest, her LIGHT feet stepping upon the GRASS in the GLADE. Her DARK hair swaying as she allowed her HEART to lead the WORDS that left her ROSE-RED lips. So carefree did she feel with the rays of sun touched her face so FAIR. A smile danced along upon her FACE and it seemed she was GLISTENING. 

                               Lúthien looked upon the ROBIN on a tree branch and she ceased singing but then spoke: ❝ So wonderful must it be, O Robin, to FLY. To get to wherever thine HEART wished to go. I always thought what would it be like to know such KNOWLEDGE that neither Man nor Elf would know. ❞

[loyalservants]

( Starter for @iluveatar with my fem!Sauron ! )

                           HER dark figure stood before the remains of Angband, armour still upon her FRAME and BLOOD of her FALLEN enemies upon her face. She stared with GREAT SORROW in her eyes as she walked into the throne room. Silence... nothing. Everything was DEAD, the chamber DARK save for Mairon’s soft FIERY glow that escaped from her armour. 

                           Lifting her head and beneath her helm, she looked upon the THRONE where her Lord Melkor would always be found. But now, it was just DUST and ASHES on it. She took another step forward and both of her hands reached up to take her helmet off, her red hair falling onto her back. Tears formed in her eyes that turned it GLASSY, her vision BLURRY. Melkor was gone, Gothmog, all the things she actually considered to be her family. She had another once, in Valinor but the Valar-- including Aulë-- would never welcome her back nor did she want to return out of her PRIDE.

                           So great was her ANGER that her HATRED grew. Her hands burnt so much that it was enough to melt her helm that it bent with a loud CREEK. She tossed it to the nearest wall, LISTENING to it crash against the wall. Then... silence once more but she felt someone’s eyes upon her and the Maia knew she was not alone. She gritted her teeth and turned to the sky with a voice as loud as THUNDER, echoing through the EMPTY halls.

                                 She cried, ❝ I call upon Thee! Show thyself, Thou COWARD! Art Thou so THREATENED by Melkor’s POWER that Thou hast sent him to the Void?! Eru, I call Thee! I know Thou art listening! ❞ 

[greatwrath]

@iluveatar ♥’d for a starter

Being a fugitive makes Azrael understandably wary of divinity, especially when she is hiding out in foreign dimensions from demons, angels and the rest of her many enemies. But sometimes Azrael just cannot help her curiosity—like now, for example. This divinity is so strong that it takes her breath away and makes her light push against the confines of her vessel. She searches for the source, eyes darting wildly. Retreat, retreat, the wisest voice of Azrael’s internal dialogue insists. No, find out what it is. Stand your ground. 

“I can feel you,” Azrael calls out.

[ardabuilt]

... ❝ @iluveatar ; ( AULË STARTER CALL ⚒ )

                     “PLEASE. I - I DIDN’T MEAN TO DISOBEY your will. I am flawed, and only wanted that which Varda and Yavanna have with their own creations. I beg thee, do not harm them over my selfish need.”