#vilshafel

[warhornofgondor]

Stares in horror. "Boromir, how did you become a cat?!" pretty much flops on the ground to try and talk to him as a cat. crazy queen is crazy.

He padded over to her, sticking his nose in her ear and huffing. In all the years he had known her, it was only now that he noticed subtle details. Her hair smelled lovely, like a spring garden after a rain, invigorating; and the slight lilt in her voice that rose when she spoke his name.

[warhornofgondor]

( for little Boro c: ) She's already greeted his father, taking her leave from the throne room all for the sake of seeking out her little hero. Creeping round a final corner, hoping to find the little lad in his chambers, she taps on the door, kneeling down as to be eye level with him when it's opened.

Pieces of paper lay scattered on the desk, lessons Boromir should have been working on. Instead, the little boy was jumping all around his large chamber imagining a grand battle with an balrog. Knicks and scratches covered the surface of the polished wood sword he held. The weapon and the boy had been in many battles, fighting the strongest foes and winning. 

The knock on the door made him pause and look over at the untouched work. Holding the sword behind his back, he cautiously opened the door a little. His eyes widened as did his smile when he saw his guest. Opening the door wider, he flung his sword to the ground and ran into her arms.

[warhornofgondor]

Shoots rubber tipped arrows at the man, like 12 of them.

The quiet hiccups echoed down the stone corridor of the citadel. Boromir was attempting to remain focused on his tasks and ignore the painful quiet noises he made. As he moved into the courtyard he was assaulted by arrows. A dozen of them struck him, one bouncing off his head. 

"Striking me with arrows- hic! on the contrary it- hic!"

[valarxma]

[ vilshafel ]

          "No matter how long you've been in this realm,             never let the beauty of a sunrise be squandered."

[valinxr-blog]

Into The West

[ vilshafel ]

       They had come from nowhere, like moths drawn to a flickering flame, so they sought to extinguish the light that was glaringly bright in the depths of his old heart. It had been meant to be but a hunt, one to fill his stomach and desire for a fresh kill and even fresher meat. There was not supposed to be death and ruin today, but that was all that had greeted the mighty wolf as he'd disappeared from the halls of Thranduil's kingdom and into the ungoverned woodlands. For the beasts attacked from the cover of shadow and they were ruthless. Their pikes prodded at his fine white fur, stained it black and red and no matter how powerful he was, Huan was not to return to the halls alive.

      Death did not scare him. He did not tremble against the unknown for it was known, he feared none of it. But...he feared he might be forgotten for the hound only wished to be remembered, fondly. He'd lived too many years to be forgotten in these trees, left to rot and it ached his heart as he collapsed to know that was all that would become of him. The white wolf snarled, gargled flows of blood seethed through his teeth as he spied a Warg amble toward him with pointed, tainted teeth, ready to sink into his neck and end his life.

       For it was so ironic that he would fine his death once again at the jaws of a fierce canine.

[woodlandborn-a]

vilshafel replied to your post:          —— okay, gotta email the boss. oh shit....

JUST DON’T BE LIKE. YO, SUP [ insert boss’ first name here ] THANKS. BYE. that’s never a good way to go.

---- oh. then i messed up.

                                              i messed up bad.

[woodlandborn-a]

vilshafel replied to your post “          —— laughs because every time i go see botfa,                ...”

y o u h a v e se e n i t 5 t i m e s a l r e a d y . sTOP THIS MADNESS

---- oh my gOD IT'S NOT MADNESS IT'S L O V E