“The real Noldorin King”

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“The real Noldorin King”
#scionofkings#but seriously#i was the only gilly for almost a year#and now there are gillys popping up like mushrooms when it's raining#i bet cirdan's making an army or something#but i love having others around *3*#outofstarlight
|| Sssh. He loves his precious collection.
+king-of-the-noldor
Would say you're Arafinwëan, but you're not blond.
The smile remained on his lips, this time, and the copper-haired ellon nodded. "I must thank you," he replied. "And I must also compliment you on your bravery. Most would not be so bold with one such as I." There was no denying that his father's fiery spirit was in him, even in his reincarnation; even after all he had gone through. It was a stranger flame, but it was a flame nonetheless, and those who thought they could capture the fire would inevitably be burned.
He ate his final piece of cheese, making something of a show of licking his finger clean again even as his eyes never left the other's face. "Ah, but you were always a bold one, were you not?"
"Suil. I eneth nîn Arwen."
Soiree
Waist length, curled, Red oak wood hair cascaded over the Elleths form contrasting nicely with her silver and jade green silk and brocade dress. It did not trail as much as the dress's worn in Imladris by the females, but it held nicely to her form leaving much to infer. It was a nice compliment for the Captain to be garbed in such, to say she did not look appealing would be a lie. Not only being a red haired elf, a militaristic female, a young Captain; it came as a welcomed shock that she was actually feminine which tended to perplex many many who witnessed just how lethal she was when given the opportunity. To say this was a rarity for Tauriel would be the the truth, this occasion was most certainly an almost extinct happening. Descending the elaborate halls that glistened due to the large fire pits who roared and blazed above. Tauriel greeted those she passed with a fair smile and cordial words. Stopping occasionally to entertain a friend or to greet a comrade. "Mi'lady would you like a glass of Arabellan Dry?" Came a soft spoken male voice. Politely accepting a glass of wine being ushered by a young-ling Slipping the glass rim in between her parted lips she let the sweet dark liquid run down her throat. Pulling the glass down she blinked at the servant, "This is most certainly Berdruskan Dark," She corrected eyeing the cup, Tauriel could hold her alcohol-- but Berdruskan was most certainly not a drink to play with. Laughing softly, a very pale shade of pink crept on to her cheeks. "Diola lle," She chided politely before entering the main hall glancing around at all the Ellons and Elleths who celebrated the new years approach. A smile creased her red stained lips, stark blue eyes wandering.
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Seriously, correct me if I am wrong, I have had a long week and I'm almost positive I'm mixing things up. Replies/starters owed: King-of-rohan. King-of-the-noldor Bluehoodedmarksman The-one-and-only-kili PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. Tell me I owe you. Seriously. You can punch me in the face, stab me, SOMETHING. Unknown: GoldenGlorfindel.
Waiting: ABUNCH. /Does not feel like harassing-- when I ask I feel like I'm annoying.
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Dearlj dEer dearr Gilgalad,
whose grreeeeeeeat ideee eida idea wAS IT TLO TAKE SILLLVAN ELVES TO DAGOLRAD
sinerly cinserely sincerly,
oropher's grand-ion