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Créa;

“Then you’ll find this a good place-” she paused, her words cut off with a grunt as she pulled on a particularly tough weed, “-a good place for that.” It tore from the ground with a satisfying sound, though sending her off balance a bit. It would take much longer to tame her garden than she thought, especially with so many of the men who used to help her never to return again from their journey south. “Up the hill is particularly good. You can get a good view of the best sights in Evendim. High King’s Crossing, Annuminas, Lake Evendim.”

She gave a small smile then, squinting up at the woman as she tilted her head. “I won’t tell anyone you came by, if you’re looking for some peace and quiet. If all goes well, this place will be back to being a proper kingdom soon enough. It’s still a beautiful land even as it is now.”

❝Appreciated,❞ she returns with a polite nod after a brief moment of surveying the grassy slope mentioned and considering taking that direction, though she is not normally swayed by scenic views. In any case, the elevation would allow her to keep sight of her surroundings and take note if her traveling companion comes to call. It would be likely he would stay among the residents since she understands that Elladan holds them closer than acquaintances. Decision of her own place of rest is not yet made.

❝But I suppose I do appear somewhat mysterious. That is not my intent.❞ The woman’s words were also given thought and found best to overturn (she did tell her companion that she would not stray far). ❝If a tall fellow with long dark hair and robes of Elven silk passes by, he may ask of me. My whereabouts can be made known.❞

#knightcrea #verse; of where the shadows lie (tolkien).#timeline; burying the past (rivendell; fourth age 5 to 140).#(( future thread possibility tbh ... ))

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Faint whispering accompanied the body as it was carried from the river towards the East Wall. It could have been the long, golden blades of grass that bent with the constant breeze across the Entwash, or the voices of the people that kept curiously peering down at their new found burden, wondering aloud where this man had come from.

For he was not one of their own from Fenmarch, or East wall. His hair was too dark, and his raiment too strange. Though the boat that had carried him this far was filled with the weapons of the orcs that raided their villages, he was not a foul creature of the enemy. Darkened by blood his jerkin was embroidered with gold thread, and the leaf brooch that was clasped at his throat was of fine work, the like not seen in those parts.

This stranger had a story to tell. If he lived.

#knightcrea #v; seeker of solitude #arc: sons of forgotten kings

〖 CRÉA 〗

A tired smile graces her lips at the words of the man she had known for so long; disheveled and weary, always so he wore his burdens upon his shoulders. Yet her hand reached out for his, anchoring him. Touch was often deprived of in the Wild, and she did not mind the scarred, rough feeling of his hand in hers.

"The world always changes, Aragorn,” she replied softly, “but me being here will not. We’ve much to speak of, in your absence.”

@knightcrea - cont.

Outside, the world was wending towards evening; the warm golden light washed through the clearing, shifting rays through leaves and ‘round the trees. It was a beauty he RARELY took time to see these days, but even he could appreciate the way this golden hour cast her in its gaze.

( His fingers upon hers, sword-roughened hands. He squeezed: wordless thanks, grey-blue eyes meeting hers with a certain Knowing. There was ever something SHARED between those who lived the path they had chosen. )

❝ It does. ❞ There was no bitterness, for she spoke true, and change was good in most things. His hand, releasing hers, came to rest upon the worn pommel of his sword. ❝ Then let us speak. I have seen much, but I would first know how things have been here. ❞

#v:ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ #knightcrea #{{ ranger verse works fine :3 #and omf I am so rusty lmaaao }}

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“alwen is a favorite because of her baked goods and hope” GOD THATS SO SWEET…….IM CRYING

[ alwen is the middle earth equivalent of the nurse giving you a lollipop only it’s a little cake after she pulls the arrow out of your chest.

#knightcrea #[ 'i'll stitch that wound up do you want a piece of pie after??'#she is Too PureTM #everyone knows when alwen's working bc you walk into the hoh and you smell baked goods #an orc stabs you but it's okay healer alwen will give you a raspberry tart if you don't swear while she bandages you up ]#[ soldiers/rangers in gondor: a girl worth fighting for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

It was palpable, the raucous cheers. Joy swept upon the city as a tide, and nestled in tight and cradled pockets grown fragrant with smoke, the freefolk lit their pipeweed as bards plucked at lutes. Colorful banners adorned all storefronts, and tables packed with tankards of honey-wine sat for any parched guest. Of course, there'd been no party had the peoples known of the prowling Uruks; such evils, surely, would have leveled their merry dwellings! If not for these Rangers, all they had would be lost-- Aragorn watched. Stood atop a looming hilltop, the fireworks crested him gold. "It does not grieve me," he started to Créa, "to watch them enjoy all that we cannot."

@knightcrea, of the dúnedain.

#knightcrea #( arc: he's known in the wild as strider. )#id pay goodmoney for them to party for once in their lives #sorry this took forever I UH im in the mood for something lighter after that very DEPRESSING one last time

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Her lips pursed, refraining from crying out in alarm at the poor state of her daisies- how well they had taken to the soil this year, only to be crushed underfoot! She supposed it was not the end of the world, after all…they weren’t necessarily medicinal, or good for much else other than to look at, or a nice salad.

Still, her shoulders dropped as she glanced up at the elleth above her. “I don’t suppose that was on purpose, was it? I’d prefer if you stomped on the weeds…”

Dark thinning eyebrows rise with the reprimand, which coincidentally breathes life into her unusually pallid expression. Stopped in her tracks, she peers down at the woman who (before causing the surrounding flora harm) she hoped to pass unnoticed in an attempt to find a quiet place to smoke her pipe alone.

❝This is a garden then.❞ The rough statement, truthful in its naivete, is breathed with a voice that is dry and coarse. Its tenor is unlike most of the kin she will not call her own. She stands unperturbed despite the obvious uncertainty of her surroundings.

#knightcrea #verse; of where the shadows lie (tolkien).#timeline; burying the past (rivendell; fourth age 5 to 140).#(( hope this works... :) still vague enough to go either way we discussed ))#(( and so excited to write with you!! :D ))

— @knightcrea ♥ ‘d for a combatty starter

❝ CRÉA! ❞

His heart SEIZED with fear. He trusted her — trusted her more than he had trusted ANY in a long time — but these winding, twisting Barrows were treacherous, and they had been down here far too long searching for a comrade that had ventured too far into this foul place. The BARROW-WIGHTS had risen, those foul and unhallowed scourge — clicking bones, rattling breaths, noises that were only out of nightmare, and they had been working to get OUT of this place without being seen

His torch was growing dim, and he had turned one corner and she was gone. Fingers clutched at the damp walls, and he turned — just in time for the light of his torch to find her with one of the wights near upon her, reaching, reaching — - and o! his heart LEAPT, sword was clutched, and he raced, but he would not be there in time.

❝ Behind you! ❞

#knightcrea #v:ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ #{{ quick crea!#STICK IT WITH THE POINTY END }}

Stepping slowly within the chambers where she knew certainly both women would be in, carefully carrying three cups of wine in one hand and a bottle on her free one. then hearing the low chatter, she smiled when she saw the both of them relaxing, after such hard times their rest was well DESERVED.

❝ I was nearby and heard someone mentioning WINE –––– ❞ she placed the cups down and grinned to the both of them. ❝ it is a good time as any other to CELEBRATE. ❞

( @knightcrea & @amdirfiren. )