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     Eregion had become their home. Longer and longer did they stray from Mithlond to stay within it’s boarders: to stay near Telperinquar. Even as he worked among the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, Elen could still feel the heat he seemed to emanate. Or, perhaps, it was their own blush. Even as the sun fell, the cold beginning to settle, they could still feel that sense of warmth.       During his periods of work, they took over his bed; sprawling across it as they read their books. Of course, they were still too short to take up the entire thing, yet they tried. Though, as they heard the door, Elen shifted to sit up and rested the book beside them. His presence alone drew a shy smile,

     ❝ Finished for now? ❞

     They slid off the bed, drawing close to him; pausing as they got close, before closing the distance to press as close as he seemed comfortable. 

     ❝ ... I’m glad you’re not working through the night. ❞

[loyalservants]

Just gonna put this golden comment here.

[feanors-daughter]

⚑ (hal)

⚑ our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. 

Perhaps they had been sitting close, perhaps they had been laughing and conversing only with each other, but the comment caught Laurelin off guard. A deep pink blush spread from her freckled cheeks to her pointed ears as she tried to stammer out a contradiction, a denial. Her words tumbled over each other, and her blush only darkened.

She had tried so hard to hide her emotions. The joy and fluttering anxiety in her heart when Haleth looked her way, at every slight touch between them, every laugh and smile. It had taken her quite some time to finally admit to herself that her feelings were far beyond that of simple friendship, but she had not - and likely would never - said anything on the subject. Haleth likely did not feel the same way and, if she did, she deserved infinitely better than Laurelin. No, she would remain silent. She would deny the implications, control herself, bury her feelings. She would be departing soon anyways, it would no longer be a problem.

When the stranger departed, Laurelin cleared her throat and stood abruptly, her heart still pounding and pale skin still colored with her embarrassment. Some poor excuse poured from her lips as she pardoned herself and found her way to a quiet, empty hallway. Finally releasing the breath she had been holding, she leaned against the wall and groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

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[seregel-caranthiriel]

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Tyelpe stayed quiet. He crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly drawing in onto himself with the action, and looked up at his cousin for a long moment. “Why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous, that’s why.” How do you explain to a teenager that he wasn’t ready yet? He was always so eager to prove himself, to the point of recklessness. She could not risk the warriors under her command because he wanted to make his father proud; and she could not risk him either.

“You need a little more training. I’ll take you the next time.

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[kyelek]

@xfelvesandmen​ / Curufin, x

“Don’t play games with you? But you’re so easy. You react so promptly to everything I can even start to say.” Curvo grinned lazily up at his brother, craning his neck in lieu of bothering to stand. His hair brushed the floor with every shift from his position on the edge of the couch–a little pile of dirt attaching itself to one trailing piece–but he couldn’t be bothered to move just to keep it clean.

“What, Tyelka, scared of your little brother? Don’t want to feel like a fool again because you believed everything I said? It’s not my fault you decided to act like an idiot without checking if anyone was going to be mad first.”

     He had the strength and willingness to hoist his brother by his frock. ❛ Curufinwë, one day I’ll beat you that you do not know left from right with a hammer in your hand. ❜ Tyelkormo’s words oft sounded like a promise, even if he would not say and meant them not. 

❛ It’s irritating. ❜ And had their mother not named him with foresight, that seemed beyond even that of the Valar, for his temper. Like a third eye, that should have seen this conclusion come just as well, he jabbed his finger at Curufinwë’s forehead. ❛ If I have to bow my head to make it right I’ll bring yours down with me. ❜

[driftinglightofthewoods]

xfelvesandmen heeft gereageerd op je foto “ignore me I’m trying to see if this thing will zoom when you click on...”

I own like.....ten lipsticks and five eyeliners and a mascara and that's too many

xfelvesandmen heeft gereageerd op je foto “ignore me I’m trying to see if this thing will zoom when you click on...”

h o w

By buying one or two items once a month or so and then splurging on it when my birthday rolls around because why not. Also blame my local make up supplier because thanks to them I dove head first into both Too Faced and Pretty Vulgar hoarding.

[hasty-rxser]

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma (tyelpe, from the nonverbal meme)

“There you are!” Celegorm jogged toward his nephew. He knew battle was still a fairly new concept to the young elf, but he hadn’t expected it to be this drastic. “Are you hurt?”

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[minstrelmaglor]

verse, curufin

Send me   ‘ verse ‘   and my muse will write yours a short poem

The day you were born, you were red.

More pink than your brothers had been

Wrinkle-faced and squalling, irritated

That you’d been so rudely pulled into this world

Carnistir said you looked like a root

Some red vegetable dug up 

Ripped unwilling from the earth

And Father said, yes.

Just like all his precious jewels.

Today, I wonder where the red has gone.

You were cold.  There was nothing

in your smile.  I told you

That I blamed you for the death of my love

And there was nothing in your eyes.

I would take the fire, Father’s branded hot enough

Maitimo’s brands hotly still

I would take the fire if I could only

see my little brother again.