#starfleckedtree

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The arrangement (closed for starfleckedtree)

Thranduil barely had time to finish brushing his hair, his father’s summons had been so urgent. Something about visitors...he wasn’t sure, and the servant who came to get him didn’t seem all that sure either. He tossed his brush back onto is dressing table, pulled two locks of hair back from his face with elegantly-carved wood combs, and dashed off to his father’s throne room to see what all the fuss was about.

He arrived just in time, it seemed, for as he took his seat beside his father, he noticed the guards escorting a party in. A slightly ragged-looking party, he thought...just who were these people and why was it so important that he be there to receive them with his parents?

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Cuddle buddies (closed for starfleckedtree)

Thranduil’s head jerked up a bit and he gripped the quill tighter, though it didn’t do much to improve his concentration. He could have sworn he had just read this paragraph...for the third time...and yet not a word of it was making any sense at all. It might as well have been written in Ancient Rohirric for all the sense it made to him. But it wasn’t, it was perfectly acceptable proper modern Dalish, and there was no reason in all of Arda why it should have made so little sense to him. 

He took a sip of wine and scowled at the paper. 

The next time he looked at it, it seemed a bit blurry...had his eyes been closed? Really? 

That was the last thing he thought before keeling over right into his papers, spilling wine and ink everywhere, as he finally fell into the deep sleep he had been missing these past several nights.

[driftinglightofthewoods]

a conversation between Methenor and Sileves at some point probably

Methenor: He wants to get married to Gilophen and I just do not know how to feel about that.

Sileves: If they were to get married your brother would have more reason to linger in Rivendell for extended periods of time.

Methenor: Oh good that means I will not have to get involved with Lothlórien laws when I have to break Gilophen if he decides to hurt him

Sileves: Methenor please.

Methenor: He is a healer, dear. He can fix himself right up.

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The deep blue sea (closed for starfleckedtree)

He had snuck out of the castle yet again. It was rather boring there, after all. not like his father let him do much. But that was alright. Thranduil was an adult now, and even if his father wouldn’t willingly give him autonomy, he would take it for himself. Hence this little late-night swim to who knew where.

Well, he kind of knew where. There was a set of caves he had overheard some of the guards talking about, which were apparently quite comfortable and interesting and (rumor had it) housed an attractive mer-elf who rarely came to court. That was quite curious. The attractive ones usually flocked to court, hoping to score equally attractive mates. Thranduil had to see this one for himself.

He swam until he came to what was supposed to be the right place, but didn’t see any sign of caves...perhaps he was off a bit. 

[driftinglightofthewoods]

Kind of accidental || closed starter

With a loud grumble the youngest daughter of Sileves and Methenor placed herself on the couch to the herbalist room- Nethel had specifically waited to get help for her injury until after her mother was off for the day. She wasn’t about to tell her own mother that she made a rookie mistake during her practice as a glassblower and burned a part of her arm- truth be told she had.. well... other thoughts occupying her mind. She shook her thoughts away as she heard Gilophen appoach, her grey eyes peering up at him. “.... I did a dumb thing and burned myself.” @starfleckedtree

[driftinglightofthewoods]

Night terrors || closed starter

It had been a stupid idea to confess to his older brother that he had been sleepdeprived for quite a while now. With an elbow propped up on his knee and resting his chin on his hand, Hinnoron would have looked angry- if his eyes didn’t treaten to fall shut at any given moment. Realistically he knew that surviving on only a few peaceful moments a night was going to break him apart eventually, but the youngest child of the sailed Carandolon was not one to easily talk about the nightmares he suffered. Only when a voice pulling him back to the healing room he found himself in did he shake his head in some attempt to wake himself up- he had nearly fallen asleep again. “I’m fine, Gil. My brother’s just being overbearing again.” @starfleckedtree

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YOU DID WHAT TO ME?? closed for starfleckedtree

The servant slammed the door to Gilophen’s room open without so much as a knock. “Gilophen!” she called. “Come quickly! The Prince is injured and he needs a healer...he asked for you!” She didn’t even wait for him to respond before scurrying away, back through the twisting hallways of the Woodland Realm and up to Thranduil’s private chambers.

Thranduil himself was there, already in bed where the guards had deposited him. Galion was busy tugging Thranduil’s boots off, while another servant dabbed at his injuries with a damp cloth. Thranduil himself barely seemed to notice what was going on -- he looked completely dazed, eyes not focusing on anything at all, and he said nothing aside from occasionally whispering “Gilophen...” into the otherwise quiet room.

[driftinglightofthewoods]

Coworkers || Closed starter

“Gil!” the voice of the elleth called, as she tied back her unruly golden hair -a dead giveaway of her motherhood over at least her youngest child, who shared the same wild golden curls- into a ponytail while rushing over to the other healer. “I could use your hand with this next case, if you please. The poor elleth under my care keeps suffering from terrible headaches and I have tried all my tricks to try and reduce them, but nothing’s working for her. Maybe one of your remedies will help? I was thinking something with feverfew, perhaps?” @starfleckedtree