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[nobleevenstar]

@lacriimas | starter call | Accepting 

          DIM, the light of stars hid this night, for the air was heavy with sorrow. The Lady of Imladris sailed to the Undying Lands, leaving behind the broken hearts of her people. Arwen stood now in the shroud of that title, though she mourned not with the throng in the valley. No, she hid away in a mountain pass -- a secret garden -- that held only grieving blooms, closed to their surroundings; as her own heart. Such ANGUISH weigh upon weeping shoulders this night, for her most beloved person in all of Arda lie now beyond her grasp, beyond her communication. 

          So lost was she that footfalls echo beyond her recognition, into the dark embrace of night. The figure stands just at the edge of sight for a time unknown, for Arwen is slow to register her surroundings; and once observed, she only acknowledges with a sighing sob, for no room in her heart is left for formalities. It lie  B R O K E N  at her feet. 

[pheriannath-archived-blog]

@lacriimas

          “Do you think the rain will stop soon? It’s been pouring for a while now!”

[sheisthesxnlight-archived]

do not let your heart be troubled || aureriel & nienna

[ @lacriimas ]

--- “Nienna,” Aureriel spoke softly as she came upon the sorrowful woman, her dearest friend. A small and fair hand reached out to wipe a tear from Nienna’s face gently. “Please tell me what troubles you.” the young elleth asked, now taking the elder’s hands in her own. As much as the elder worried for her, Aureriel worried in return, the tears on Nienna’s face always wounded her because she could not stop them. “Why are you so troubled?”

[pallidusbellator-blog]

@lacriimas  ||  Started Following You

     [╰ ♔ ╮]        “I don’t take kindly upon others watching when uninvited.” SO ECHOED HIS voice through the caverns; his highness's weapon of choice briefly pausing in it’s training motions for him to listen, to catch the most minute of sounds within the cups of his pointed ears. He understood by sense alone that there was but a lingering presence nearby; uninvited, unwanted. HIS TIME AS of late had been spent lurking, lingering, watching and waiting for opportunities to arise; time within the area of underground, damp rock was the majority of his existence. He would have his revenge, he would allow his people to rise again… but he had to be patient.

[sheisthesxnlight-archived]

[ @lacriimas ]

— A bright smile spread over Aureriel lips at the sight of her dear friend, Nienna. Be she one of the Valar, she was the golden haired elleth’s close friend since childhood. “Dearest Nienna.” She greeted warmly taking the woman’s hands in her own.

[nobleevenstar]

@lacriimas || starter call 

          Grey clouds filled the mountainous horizon, black meeting only just brighter backdrop of sky. Twas her view as Arwen aimlessly wandered the thinning forest, further from home with every step. Yet, she cared NOT. Not even for the steady drizzle that fell from those desolate clouds, rolling down her cloak and into the withered ground. The world felt as though it too was in deep mourning. 

          Already trees she had wandered for so much of her life felt empty by the loss of Eldar life from these lands. Her children’s Kingdom would flourish --this she knew-- yet all seemed empty of life as her tears joined the rain. So  C O L D  was her loss that she nearly missed the woman standing before her; and Arwen raised apprehensive eyes to the stranger, wondering who would also wander the grief filled forest. She said nothing, for her voice had not yet followed from the grave of her husband, but eyes filled with sorrow made contact enough. 

[askrossiel]

♡ rossiel deserves hugs okay

Rossiel clung tightly as she dared in turn, as though she feared Nienna might vanish, and take with her the feeling of ease the embrace had brought, as one might protest the taking-away of a cool cloth from a fevered brow, even when one knows it will be returned when it is wetted again.

[askrossiel]

♬

It was one thing to read about the voices that had shaped the World.  It was another thing entirely to hear one of them.  Awe fixed Rossiel in place, filled her until there was no place for it to go but to spill out over her cheeks as tears.  And still, she listened, even if unable to fully comprehend.