#oflorien

[blacknoch]

" 𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 , " to her he murmurs , " there was no such thing as darkness , once . "

@oflorien // oneliners

[scion-of-kings]

Anor's shy morning light didn't quite shine through the foliage and into the room yet, but the mantle that Elentári threw over the lands at night was already fading into the rosy greyness that precedes dawn.

His rest should have come to an end a while ago but, after the first night of festivities in Forlond, Gil-galad had tarried in bed a while longer. It was with a content sigh that the High King turned to the other side in search of a cooler spot, only to plop down on his stomach, bury his face among the pillows and pretend he could still lay there for a while.

Only a little. Only until he had to get ready for the day's activities, which would involve ritual dances, and songs and feasting along his people. The palace was ready to host the evening's entertainment; the King, not so much.

A soft, warm pressure on his back made his thoughts about the day's developments fly away, and Gil-galad smiled against the pillows when Celebrían's lips graced his skin. His cheeks still tinged red whenever he realized there was someone else here, seeing him at his most vulnerable.

“Say the word,” he mumbled with the rough tones of sleep still clinging to him, “and we will not step out unless we absolutely have to.” That was a word he wouldn't keep, if only because the people deserved the joys that came with the Solstice's celebrations, but he very much wished he could.

@oflorien sent: a kiss between the shoulder blades

[muutosarch]

im sending if they had a kid for cel and annatar cause i woke up feeling chaotic okay byeee

NAME: she is named melyanna / quenya for 'dear gift' in part 'after' her father, considered by her mother to be the ultimate gift, and once learning his true identity, the only good gift bestowed by the dark lord.

GENDER: cis female.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: she possesses beautiful waves of hair like her mother, yet due to sauron's genes being that of red hair, her hair is a more strawberry blond color . . . when she was first born, her hair was redder, though, and her eyes were yellow. but they both died down a little, after a while (going off of babies look just like their father when they're first born theory) she has her father's tight yet long nose, though her mother's is similar (nostril wise) with perhaps a smaller length. she possesses fair skin like both her parents, and has golden eyes on first glance like her mother -- but the flecks and even the hue hit the light as almost a flaming red.. she enjoys wearing things her father gifts her, jewellery and head pieces to wear upon her brow. though she also takes to wearing flora and sprigs like her mother. she is known to have a very hard glance / stare. she, however, is six foot tall like her grandmother galadriel despite celebrían's stature. she's also lithe, and strong. she does not look to possess the power or strength she has.

PERSONALITY: being born of someone as sweet , soft and gentle as celebrían - while also being part maia, with genes of power and darkness such as sauron... well, it's a difficult mix. however, her mother being impulsive does not help much. she was known as a young elven child to show aggression and intense anger, and was often inconsolable as a baby / adolescent if something was wrong. she wouldn't be able to control her rage well into her years, and will snap and show aggression. her anger can be a powerful thing, and from a very young age it's been difficult to control. even despite this, she is good - and she does try and fight her nature. she's sympathetic to animals and others, showing empathy in using her powerful aggression in service of others rather than herself. however, like sauron, she is able to manipulate masterfully to the point where it frightens her. she's playful like her mother, liking to play pranks and make mischief - even as an adult, she enjoys doing things she shouldn't. she also takes after her mother's self critical nature, and curiosity - as well as obviously, her disobedience. however, she struggles to be vulnerable with anyone besides her parents. spoiled, yet often criticized by annatar.

SPECIAL TALENTS: while growing up in eregion her father was quick to teach her his love of creation, and taught her to smith and forge not only rings, but weapons as well.. not to mention having calebrimbor for hundreds of years as a tutor. she was also able to craft objects of power, though nowhere near such as sauron / annatar. she's also skilled in using bow and arrow, and made a point to learn to wield her enchanted blades on annatar's request. due to being the daughter of / possessing genes of a maia, she's soon displaying power above an elf, and almost similar to galadriel's will appear after thousands of years with nenya. she does not know the full extent of her power, however, and struggles with it - also, struggles with her identity after learning her father's true identity. her knack for manipulation is among these powerful gifts, as well as her ability to forge powerful creations. she is a skilled warrior due to power and rage, and durability of an elf. she possesses foresight as her grandmother does, as well. (also a songstress like her mother, and shares aspects of her veil connection, yet the spirits don't trust her due to her parentage - sauron- and will whisper dark things at her, that frighten her).

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: depends on the day you ask. annatar can either make her feel like the most wondrous thing on earth, or like she's entirely pathetic or useless. he's taught her so much, yet as she finds out, is the source of so much of her anguish. celebrían is her safe space and her comfort, as she never has to worry about being judged and her mother is always possessing a calm energy. additionally, however, when she finds out who her father really is, she cannot despise him entirely... and he has a mental pull and sway over her. however she resents him and does her best to hate him, despite his constant interference and presence in the back of her mind.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: she takes after sauron more, but mostly because his genes are so strong due to being maia. however, the traits she did gain from her mother are strong, but complimentary to her father's genes in a way that might hurt, rather than help. she has to fight every day to choose light, instead of darkness. she idolizes her mother though and wishes to be more like her.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: celebrían and mel try to use mel's power to try and combat sauron's, due to it perhaps being the closest match other than with istari. altho, i reckon her power surpasses an istari by a lil. HOWEVER, also :3 maybe she put a lil enchantment on narsil to help elendil out??? IDK!! fghj -- i just see this internal struggle w. "that's my dad' and 'i need to end him" to "he will get back inside of my mind."

FACECLAIM: tamsin egerton

@oflorien. if they had a kid.

[mvndrvke]

@oflorien gets a starter! ft. celeborn

Wounds were never truly recovered from, even when the scars were long since faded. Celeborn had been looking forward to welcoming his daughter to Lórien after much time away, but he could not blame her for returning home after her capture. Something he would never wish to share with his daughter is this, but it brings his own memories of being a hostage centuries ago.

He does not expect her to attempt the journey again, so he does instead. He is welcome in Rivendell; he pays his respects to Elrond, gives his grandsons his thanks for bringing their mother safely home, and finds Celebrian in one of the delicate gardens overlooking the waterfalls around the sanctuary of her home.

"They told me I would find you out here," he says to alert her to his presence. He walks over and presses a kiss to his daughter's temple. "How are you feeling? We've barely heard from you since your return."

[oakthcrn-a]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐋Ó𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑Í𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐘. At least the weather was tempered and made the journey more tolerable, though the call of winter nipped at the ebbs of autumn, and sent a chill in the air.

Lark held the reins to the Great Lady's steed and strolled beside it. If they remained at their pace, they would arrive Caras Galadhon right on time.

She glanced up at her charge and tilted her head a bit.

❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲? 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. ❞

@oflorien 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[scion-of-kings]

@oflorien sent: imposing darkness looms, its malevolent breath of impending war. ❛ i’ll fight at your side.❜ still a whisper in the refuge of one another, hushed against his shoulder. uncertainty suffocating, the weight of it pressed in fear against the cage of her chest. a refusal to fathom the horror of defeat, more to imagine a life without him. her fingers curled within his, golden gaze a well of melancholy that clings to hope left. ❛ you’re my king still, command me to action, i may go mad in idleness.❜

★

Imposing darkness looms, and Gil-galad knows he will not bask in the light that will shine in its wake.

He's known for some time now.

There's a fierce kiss pressed to the top of Celebrían's head, one that lingers while the High King composes himself. He has given thought to her plight before, to the ways in which they will inevitably part before peace can be a reality for their people; whether he says his goodbyes in the safety of their home or inside a battered tent which only holds pain and the scent of war is yet to be seen.

“I am not only your king, my love,” he pleads, his voice breaking at each syllable, until nothing but a coarse whisper remains. “Please.”

Do not make me think about losing you to the battlefields, he thinks, but does not say. He does know, as his hands skim down her arms and his gaze finds hers, that he cannot really command her whether to stay back or stand by his side.

Those words are incredibly difficult, and he waits, his eyes roaming all across her well known features as though he needed to commit them to memory. The words won't come, and the only thing that makes it through his lips is desperation, in the form of a kiss so raw that will only trail heartache in its wake.

[scion-of-kings]

🎁

A new cloak made of embossed velvet. Midnight blue in colour, with hundreds of silver stars embroidered all across it like a starry night. The clasps at the center front sport their personal device and the embossing on the fabric is a swirling floral pattern that's faint enough to remain hidden to the eye if you're not close enough. A silver tassel hangs from the back of the hood.

[muutosarch]

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BLAIR UYGUFYGHJIK LMFAOOOOOOOO FUCKKKKKK