#stepsofstarlight

[radiantvalor--archive]

Gina: "hair-gol-hair"

Gina: "i dunno what 'gol' means. probably h

Gina: air though"

Sammi: ... hair hair hair!

Sammi: one day fingon will be ok with his name

Sammi: it is not this day

Gina: ...hairstone

Sammi: ...wat

Gina: i just typed in "gon" and it says it means "stone" idfk

Sammi: ....ajs;dfklwae;oifj

Sammi: NOW HE REALLY HATES HIS NAME

Gina: MY BAD

[spiritflux]

Long Way from Home // Tauriel & Fenris

The village of Bree was an odd sort of place. Wedged in a crossroad between Fornost, the Shire and the East-West Road that led to the world beyond, it could be presumed that it would be a multicultural metropolis, a bustling place of trade and travellers - but after the decline of of Arnor so too had Bree declined, and instead it had become almost the opposite to its once-former glory. It was now a town of men who sneered at those who passed through, who spat at their feet but tolerated them only for their coin; it was a place for travellers to stop only for as long as they needed to, to drop off their coin and wares or elsewise be robbed of them. And where the locals didn't do their job in making it an unappealing place, the rain and mud did the rest.

Though a settlement of men, it was not uncommon for other races to pass through, and hardly an eye would be batted at passing dwarves or hobbits, though they would not be given the same welcome as their human cousins. Elves, however, were an entirely different matter - it was rare that they travelled this far west into Arthedain, and their appearance was bound to turn a head or two. Even more interesting than a troop of elves in Eriador was one elf on their own.

So when just one creature came to Bree-land, he was bound to turn heads; no hood nor cloak could hide his slim figure or his pointed ears, his foreign clothing or the deep, silvery lines that scarred his face and body. It was not often that Fenris came by established settlements, but the winters in the west were colder than those that he was used to and he had finally convinced himself to find trade for furs or warmer cloaks. he had made it past the gatekeeper without trouble and, encouraged by this, had found a room at the local tavern and retreated there to consider what he had for trade.

He had only emerged once, to have food ordered to him, but that had been enough to encourage those who had already heard the curious rumours of the lone elven traveller in their small town. All it took was one accidental bump into one of those rough-faced men to find himself rounded on, greeted with rough words and bad breath and pushing hands.

"Watch where you're goin', elf," one of them growled, shoving him back from the bar where he was trying to request a meal. "We don't want your kind here!"

[olonir]

*gives a hug* would you send this to the first 10 people on your dash to keep it going?

I must have missed something! Thank you darling!

[thetenthofthatname]

~

[archerofdurin-blog]

{endoftheline}:

Ajadaslk;as

Yup, I gotta get up in a few hours and head to the airport. Shit. Well, I'll be traveling most of the day tomorrow so replies won't come till late.

But anyways, thanks for the fun tonight, mates. Especially after my finals fiasco.

I really needed it.

[archerofdurin-blog]

I am so fucking sorry for speaking out of turn but I was listening to Heather Dale and this song popped up and I immediately thought of Tauriel and Kíli.

[archerofdurin-blog]

stepsofstarlight replied to your post:

// SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT TO THIS WHOLE SITUATION OKAY SHE'S JUST A WEE ELF BABBY WHEN IT COMES TO AFFAIRS OF THE HEART.

A WEE BAB--

...YOU'VE GOT LIKE 3279842348 BAJILLION YEARS ON ME Y'OLD NAN

SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?

DID YOU NOT HEAR THE STARLIGHT-INDUCED BOLLOCKS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?