#ofeorl

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promo gifset for @ofeorl! i hope you like this! ♡

[skymma]

@ofeorl | closed starter

She has an ease with her steed that is exemplary of all from her land, and Beregond notices this when he looks up at her, astride her saddle and with the reins comfortably in her hand, looking down at him but not down on him. 

The Lady Éowyn is beautiful, but more than that she is strong. Beregond has no thought to refuse her request to ride along with him, and he pats his own horse on the neck when he finishes with her tackle. 

There is much left to do in Ithilien to make sure the lands are safe and back to their former splendor; although even scarred by war, Ithilien is one of the most beautiful places Beregond has ever seen. 

“Of course, my Lady”, he says. “I’ve sent men to the south-east, along the river; if it pleases you, you can accompany me to the south-west, to see what lies along the shores of Anduín.” 

[melnchly-a]

( a LOTHIRIEL starter for @ofeorl ! ) 

       who had told her of the white lady of rohan? had it been her father, one of her brothers? had she simply overheard the tales sung and whispered ‘round minas tirith? it certainly had not been her cousin, though she had tried plying him with questions since word of their sighting on the rooftops had first come to her ears! and yet, for all lothiriel had so wanted to meet her, now it all seems...different. that feeling again, of being so small, so soft, so young, so sheltered - - - protected by dol amroth and the by the sea from the worst of the over-sweeping darkness. now, spotted, she feels like some poor winged insect pinned upon a board: a moth, perhaps, or a butterfly, fluttering and yet unable to fly away. instead she smiles, steps back just a little. “i am sorry for disturbing you, my lady,” she says. “i wished to meet the lady who has caught my cousin’s heart, but i...perhaps i should have waited for his introduction.” 

[caninhisstecd-a]

           “I do not think my father truly cared that I was dead.” Or so his father had thought anyways. He had been told what had happened, as his memories were like smoke, vanishing between his fingers when he tried to bring them into focus. The words are evenly spoken, though his heart still bleeds to hear them spoken. It was the truth of it, why deny it? “He cared more about the line, than me.” Painful as it was, he admits it to her freely. He turns to look at her. “I think the fact he refused to listen to the fact that I wasn’t dead says as much.” He thought he would be more upset at the realization that he would never receive any sort of closure from his father. There was anger and pain in his chest, simmering just under the surface. But perhaps it was her simple presence that calmed him some. “It makes me wonder what would have happened had indeed my place been traded with my brother’s.”

 @ofeorl II sc

[valorshwn]

ofeorl replied to your post: 

um yeah and then meets the best thing that ever happened to him so… PERSPECTIVE.

she is the best thing to happen to him tho

[valorshwn]

ofeorl replied to your post: 

eowyn vc: i will not swing dance. not even if u pay me.

faramir vc: you’re no fun

[elenhest]

❛ What do men know ? ❜

The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.

“Not quite as much as they would like us to believe, I’ve found.”  

Tauriel smiles at Éowyn only briefly over her shoulder, ere her eyes harden and return to the target so far in front of them.  Already, she’s received a few odd looks from the men training– but given what she knows of men, it is unsurprising and hardly worth her time.  

“There is such a… disparity, I’ve noticed.  Between men and women, compared to ellyn and ellyth– namely in how the latter is treated.”  

{ @ofeorl }

[darachsciath]

@ofeorl requested a starter.

       PLENTY OF IT HAD BEEN tales and legends, though none of it had been a story far from home. Thorin Oakenshield had seen enough war and bloodshed in his life, he had left the battles and the fights in the care of his cousin while he himself, an old and fickle Dwarf, had cowered within the halls of his father. His last battle fought had not taken from his his life, yet it had not allowed the Dwarven King to return the Lord he once was. His heirs -- his future. Naught was left, and just like his kingdom, all aid he could count on to rebuild it...had been his own. 

        Erebor prospered under the reign of Thorin Oakenshield for many years to follow -- for many threats to follow. Dark messengers -- servants of Evil -- came and went, promising the King Under the Mountain with fame and such wealth, no Dwarf had ever seen before. Though, Thorin held it in him, to reject them -- and the rest was known to all those who lived to hear the stories be told.

        “I have heard of you,” the old Dwarf mused. The War had caused for his old age to catch up with Thorin much faster than ever before -- he now lived in fear, as the silver under his crown increased every day; as his vision grew worse and worse, he could no longer bring himself elsewhere without a cane. “Forgive me, but I cannot quite tell if they spoke honest, of the determination in your eyes.” Such details had been long lost to the old king.