#lordsofhimlad

[wellformed]

💭 Curufin

"I feel as if this might be hard without belittling my father to some degree, but to speak of Curvo, whether it is desired or not is to compare him to Atar. Curufinwe is grounded where Atar is lofty, he is calculating for good or not, there is passion in him but it is focused like a scalpel, where Atar is an explosion. He will always know the sensible thing to say and do... though it is a half chance it will not be what one wants to hear."

[thefatedfinwe]

sorrowssinger

Tyelca: Okay but what about both? I could be with Orome and Beleg.

Telvo: I agree! Pitya: I just said don’t literally fuck the Valar.

[wadfrea]

@lordsofhimlad

“Tyelcormo, how would you feel about running off for a week? Or a month, far in the wood where none will find us?”

[wulfiestired]

@lordsofhimlad:   “I failed though… In every way possible I failed…” Rin replied softly, collapsing to her knees. She bowed her head not wanting her father to look at her and see the abomination that Ann-Sauron had turned her into. She couldn’t even remember what had been done just a haze of pain and demands. No, after everything that had been said and that lie between them her father would be far better just walking away leaving her there.

Curufin was speechless. He had expected many things when his child had left him but the most resounding one was safety. He excepted the oath to eventually drag them down to their deaths and he was...relieved that his only child wouldn’t follow him. Now he could see that he was wrong. All of their line was cursed, were they not? 

This was worse than Nelyo though... She... Curufin stared as she fell to her knees, trying to think of the right words. “No... No you haven’t.” He finally said resolutely, knealing down in front of her so that he took her face in his hands.”You were brave to be able to trust someone so completely after such a rough youth. You were brave and you are not at fault.” He lowered his hands to her shoulders and pulled her close, one hand moving to stroke down the back of her head.

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@lordsofhimlad // Lossë Starter Call

Lossë crept up behind her mother, pushing her fingers into her mouth to muffle the soft giggle that threatened to erupt. Waiting until she was just behind the elf’s chair she threw her arms around her mother’s waist and let out a loud shriek of laughter. “Naneth!” 

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[Text] Okay I will preface this with the cat being there was not my fault. || [Text] So you cannot blame me for it I don't care what the twins said. (lordsofhimlad - Curufin)

@lordsofhimlad

Bundled up in her blankets, almost dozing off to sleep for her early night, her eyes opened and stayed open at the ding of her phone. She lazily pulled it to her and read the texts from an unknown number, and frowning read it before her eyes widened a lot. 

[Text] I was about to ask who you are, but right now I really don’t care[Text] What happened with the cat, and what were you doing???[Text] Don’t keep this from me! It sounds like a great story! Also who’re the twins and what are they saying huh?

[thefatedfinwe]

@lordsofhimlad

“Tyelca, would you wear this?”

[thefatedfinwe]

@lordsofhimlad​ (Tyelca Edition)

Their first impression of your muse: He is sharp edges and fast lines with no need for frill, he reminds Telvo of the number 4 because 3 is too soft.

Current impression: Tyelca is actually a fat little bumble bee, always busy but a be fluffy and soft and cares deeply for his kin. Will make the best honey.

Are they attracted to your muse?: Tyelca is the fair, and while it might mean his hair, no one can deny the beauty of his features either. Telvo at times wishes he could paint or sculpt just to catch who light reflects off Tyelca.

Something they find frightening about your muse: The swiftness of the hunt and kill when Tyelca is into it. He hunts as well, but Tyelca has the mind to not hesitate the way that Telvo does. It is admirable, but a little scary.

Something they find adorable about your muse: His fiddling, it is something that Telvo does as well, not sitting still, playing with things during meetings or dinners. But somehow it is bewildering and endearing coming from his elder brother.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  He would try, but he imagines that with as quick as Tyelca is, he’d not get the chance.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: Telvo would say they probably already have in a sense, when Tyelca was teaching the twins to hunt, but he would be more than open to more.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Falcon. Tyelca is lovely and regal but also swift and sharp and deadly. Imagine the horror if he had wings.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Probably not. Unless by accident when wrestling, or on purpose to steal a shot with an arrow.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: He would, more people need to give his wild brother love.