Jul 22, 2018
“You are such a workaholic”
This site is so lacking in glorestor I’ve started to create
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“You are such a workaholic”
This site is so lacking in glorestor I’ve started to create
@laurefiindil | went with Erestor if that’s cool?
morning in Imladris found the sun just peeking over the horizon and lighting the training yard that held, of all people, Erestor. the studious elf was alive with unusual passion this morning as he sought to take use of the area before the majority of other trainers arrived. swing after swing made a steady, almost rhythmic beat in the silence of the dawn and his knuckles were beginning to bruise where he’d neglected to wrap them first. he wasn’t used to training, but by the time he’d realized what he forgot they’d already split and bled, so he saw little point in stopping then.
sharp ears caught the steps of another, and Erestor’s attacks came to a quick halt as he turned to look. ‘glorfindel,’ he acknowledges as he reaches up to brush some loose strands of dark hair out of his face. that was his cue to leave. not out of any dislike, mind you. but he was thin and generally unimpressive, especially compared to most of the ones you’d find here. like him. it had a way of making one feel incredibly self-conscious, and he was mostly just embarrassed. massaging bloodied knuckles, he flexes his fingers and flinches.
‘it’s all yours. probably about time I stopped.’
laurefiindil replied to your post: me, writing: …to trust this stranger...
glorfindel, loudly: what a small king. teeny. *squishes his cheeks* are u full grown, little dwarf?
will, weakly: I... am a man
Okay but that’s what I got out of that @laurefiindil
@laurefiindil continued from here
coming across a wandering man, on the edge of the wild, is not as unusual as glorfindel cares to admit. coming across a man that takes one look at him and grumbles, however… the golden haired elf is unused to that. there are few men in the world that cared not for the wisdom of elves, it and luck be glorfindel’s tonight, he has come across one of those very men.
the use of sindarin does not give him as much pause as it perhaps should, at least outwardly, and his eyes are eerily bright as he responds in kind, the sindarin flowing easily. “i could ask the same of you.”
The man looks at the elf, shrugging.
“Nae. I mean aye technically ye could aks that and I s’pose ye are, but it be a lot harder tah find one of yer own aroond this age than it be one o’mine, and while ye could just being all merrily peripatetic, generally it be Bad News tah find an elf alone, in tah wilderness. Now, if we wuz like, a coupla age ago it may have been different, but right noo, ye must admit I do sorta have a point so, again: What be ye doing here?”
The man moves as he speaks, walking toward a clearing which was the aim of the elf, and starts the process to make a camp for the night.
laurefiindil replied to your post: FEATHER DOWN. i’m always amazed by how hard...
Do you want me to fight them? I will. I’ll be your champion.
FEATHER DOWN. yes, pls.
❝ let us fight darkness and evil as one, to wipe them from the face of the earth, pray they never return and may they stay in the shadows where they belong! ❞
@laurefiindil | starter call | accepting
Swords RING in the clearing, battles in practice for victory against any possible foe. It is a scene she generally avoids in favor for the peace of books, yet the sun this day brought her father’s command ( for he dreamt of a shadow rising, ) and so she finds herself walking the path. Down she descends to the cleared grounds, circles worn by experienced feet, dancing through forms and steel. Her boots still before an empty ring, and eyes meet her golden-haired opponent.
“I have not held sword in years, so forgive me if I do not carry it so expertly.”
The blade in her hand, however, SINGS as she pulls it from sheath, for though it has not been in her hands for many years, they have not forgotten its feel. Leather grips tightly beneath her hold and a smile pulls at her lips as feet step to the dirt.
“I shall follow your lead.”
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KISSY FACE. wait no no hell only happy