#registxr

[pxnxply]

Bathing. 2x. For Androg.

How many times...

"Oh, come on. You know it's more than that. It's not my fault they don't have baths in the wilds. You try bathing in a river when Ulrad is lurking."

[pxnxply]

Bad day meme: makes andvir take a bath

Andróg's no good very bad day

"I'm never doing this again."

No, there's not been a flood. The earth around the camp as turned to half a swamp, but Andvír is, at least, clean, and finally sent to bed.

"How can one child make such a splash?"

[tidalhaired]

Stares @ that ass

Clothes are optional in the privacy of their bedroom. His ass belongs to Celebrían and she is free to stare, as well as touch, kiss, nibble and whatever else she desires.

[tidalhaired]

“Meleth nin, did you know Feanor actually has light colored hair that he dyes?”

(@ccelebrian — we’re doin’ rumors now)

"Is that so?" That was the first time Elrond heard of this, but it wasn't entirely implausible. "It looks very convincing then. I didn't suspect a thing. Must be his mother's light hair. Do you think he dyes it to look more like his father?"

[tidalhaired]

Elrond is too cute!!! Celebrian has to kiss all over his face about it

His beloved wife gifting him kiss after kiss after kiss? Was it any wonder that his merry mood increased tenfold? He laughed and held her close, accepting each kiss eagerly, before grasping her face with warm palms and kissing Celebrían's lips. It was tender at first, but each kiss was a bolder dance, and now Elrond nipped and sucked at her plush bottom lip, pleased to find it swollen and her beautiful face as flushed as his own.

[tidalhaired]

“Elrond, my love.” Celebrían walked into his office without bothering to knock, the smell of baked goods preceding her. “I brought you a pie.”

It should be noted, however, that this particular pie was not the one that Celebrían herself had made. This pie had been made by Imladris’ head cook, who had insisted that Celebrían’s pie not be fed to the Lord of Valley for fear of poisoning him.

Celebrían’s pie (and the tin it was made in) were now both in the garbage.

Thus, Celebrían’s careful choice of words. She had brought him pie. Whether or not he assumed it had been made by her was not her business.

( @ccelebrian - he deserves a rhubarb pie she thinks ❤️)

The truth was that he had smelled the delicious pastry from miles away, always attuned to his favourite vegetable. He smiled at his wife when she entered and placed the tip of his quill back in the inkglass. "Oh, my sweet. What a lovely surprise."

Both knew better than to discuss who baked the pie. All that mattered was that it existed, rested in Celebrían's hands and that she had made the effort of bringing it to him. "You will share it with me, I hope?" Elrond asked and rose to his feet.

He walked over to her, kissed her temple and placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding Celebrían to the smaller round table by the open window. Tea was already set and if they were in luck, it may not be entirely cold. "Sit with me, meleth." Placing a careful palm on the filigree teapot revealed that it was at least still somewhat warm. He poured Celebrían a cup, then himself.

@ccelebrian / @registxr

[silmarilled]

@registxr / celeborn.

in the darkness of the halls of mandos, there is little to argue with but the shadows and the sconces, the flames licking the stone peacefully and unending; part of the torture, he supposed. the boredom. námo visits infrequently - in ten thousand years, he has yet to see the face of anyone not his directly of his kin. once his brothers, a handful of times his wife, only three of his sons. there is a sweetness in it as much as there can be; if only to soothe the swell of frustration that rears.

he does not recognise the stranger who comes one evening though his eyes and countenance seem familiar; some wronged son of some slaughtered house or barely remember lesser bannerman. fëanor has lost track of the names and faces of all those he killed.

"speak if you must. tell me all the ways in which i have wronged you, ser."

[wintersovereign]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE PERCEIVE MY MUSE? 

Celebrían thinks Elsa has the loveliest dresses and might steal them

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE PERCEIVE MY MUSE?

Elsa adores Celebrían and considers her one of her closest friends in Imaldris. She would make her a wardrobe of dresses. Flowing, ethereal gowns of Soft icey blues and silvers, accented with pale moonlight white and subtle hints of lavender and periwinkle; spun from snowflakes and starlight, with delicate snowflake patterns embroidered in mithril thread that glimmer faintly. And no Elsa creation is complete without a cape. Iridescent, sheer, fastened with a brooch shaped like a star encased in ice.