Celebrimbor tricked Sauron into promising not to harm the High King and his Commanders, got thrown through a statue, and now Arondir, Elrond, Gil-galad and Celebrimbor have been thrown inside the closest thing Ost-in-Edhil has to a prison: the ransacked armoury....
"Of all the foolish gambles-" the High King's voice is a low hiss as the door as locked behind them. But the tender swiftness with which he crosses to Lord Celebrimbor's prone body- the way he kneels and pulls the other elf up onto his lap, cradling his head, fingers probing at the point where his skull had smacked against the courtyard.
"Well it worked, did it not?" Lord Celebrimbor's tone has a kind of laughing cheerfulness that Arondir thinks would be irresistibly warm if not for the hoarseness of it. The rough, cracked, irritation of a throat that has spent hours weeping. Or screaming. His robes are stained with blood, his right hand is wrapped in a rusty brown cloth. Arondir studies with narrowed eyes. Commander Elrond stumbles sideways to the corner and slides to the ground, hands running upwards to grip at his hair. "It worked," Lord Celebrimbor repeats. He's shuddering. "It worked- after everything, he is arrogant enough for Fëonorian Oaths-"
"You could have been killed!"
"No. Needs me. Needs me and - cannot- cannot hurt you, or Elrond or- I'm sorry, I don't know your name." Ignoring High King Gil-galad's instructions to keep still, Lord Celebrimbor has turned his head. He is looking at Arondir with a faint air of polite chagrin. Like a host afraid he has neglected a guest.
"Arondir," Arondir supplies, and Lord Celebrimbopr opens his mouth as though to speak-
He coughs up blood. His eyes widen and he turns his head more sharply, spitting on the ground-
(Bronwyn, fine one moment- laughing, even, and the laughter becomes coughing and then her hand is stained red-)
"Get the gown off him, my King, we need to assess the extent of his injuries-" Arondir finds himself speaking, finds himself moving.
"I'm sorry," Lord Celebrimbor is whispering as between Arondir and the High King, they maneuver him upright, free him from the heavy velvet. "I'm sorry, I've been- so very foolish..."
@vihilum asked: 👶 give harlate a baby
babies / accepting
name suggestions: alex, short for alexandra
physical features they took from my muse: those green eyes babey
physical features they took from your muse: that full head of hair. long, dark and wavy
which parent do they act more like?: they’re both pretty extroverted so they’re gonna have one hell of a toddler / kid on their hands. interest-wise she’ll be taking more after kate.
my muse’s favourite memory with their child: first day of kindergarten, not the bringing but the picking up. he was so so nervous leaving her there for basically a whole day. he spent the whole day overthinking and being anxious because he remembers not liking it very much himself but when he went to pick her up, she was as joyous and happy as ever. jumping right into her arms and going on for hours and hours about the friends she made and everything she did.
// me: -signs on to do a naughty meme? you bet. also?? to say..- i love rdj. and i’m not sorry.
it’s 2k20. isn’t it about time we stop judging strangers based on media like we know them as a person? that’d be cool. or are we only not allowed to do that on tumblr? hmmm.
rebeccasjack replied to your post: You guys have no idea the struggle of being in the...
*hugs eternally* as a person who’s two favs are alice AND Emma I feel this struggle ALSO (I don’t have Twitter) WHOM WANTS TO FIGHT ROSE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND SHE’S SO CUTE AND LOVING and all those uglies need to back up
I just wanted to highlight the facts. Because you are so right! Rose is stunning!
