#walksinanotherworld

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

"walks-in-another-world is probably one of my favorite Tauriel's on tumblr. She has fleshed out Tauriel so much, it is like a breath of fresh air. To take a character who no backstory, with hardly anything to her and to make her into a character that people love, it really is an achievement."

[ofwolvesandkings]

He rode from the clearing of the Whispering Wood - hair shaggy, armor stained crimson, face a shade of pink from the treacherous cold of the North. He rode atop an ivory steed, Grey Wind the enormous direwolf following behind, along with a large company of soldiers.

The Young Wolf. The Lord of Winterfell. Eddard Stark's firstborn. He was only a boy, but a boy with his first wartime victory.

"We did it." Robb halted, face adorned with pride in victory, as he pulled in front of Tauriel. "We caught the Kingslayer."

[direwolfbastard]

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outofthecold - aww! thank you! i am not worthy! truly!

[foliisxducem]

out of arrows

omg, Tinks! I have just realised I get a muse burst for our threads every time I listen to Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin. Like, my muse just reaches the roof lmao, I think I'm having flashbacks of our Stydia thread.

[oribrown]

walks-in-another-world

Walking down the dirt path, Ori smiled to himself looking to each tree he passed. The young dwarf was on his way to the biggest tree in the forest, near the middle but not quite there. He walked with a sort of a bounce in his step from thinking he was alone and not having to worry about someone constantly watching him. 

Hearing movement somewhere in the woods to his right he stopped in his tracks and slowly turned in the direction. "...Hello..?" Ori called out trying to sound brave but nervous fear was rushing through him. 

[foliisxducem]

walks-in-another-world replied to your post:

*clings* sara, we love youuuu, sara we doooooo

//  *clings back* thank youuuuu, it should pass by tomorrow hnnghh

[ofwolvesandkings]

Promises were tender flowers in war time. They burst from the grey in abundant color, a sign of vitality and joy. And then, with only blood as mulch, they withered into a state of skeletal remains.

He had made her one of those promises -- just one of the many words he has had to break in order to stay alive in this war. It had been a few weeks past since the majority of the Elves had left his company, and Robb was a different man. The Tully blue of his eyes had dissipated, bordering on a opaque grey. The crown he had worn was a burden he had endured alone, in silence and in solitude. The Young Wolf was becoming more and more like his father every day.

Tired, quiet and dying in honor.

'Your Grace, Commander Tauriel wishes to see you.'

The King in the North nodded to the guard, knowing that he could not delay their reunion any longer. It was a bittersweet moment, for no matter how dearly he wished to feel her immortal skin once again, they could never be. He was bitter, bitter that he was forced to marry another when she left him.

With Grey Wind at his side, Robb mulled over the large war map that often earned much of his time and ire.

                          "Come in."

[foliisxducem]

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