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Hello everyone, are you still here? This artwork by Petya Vodkin @lavodkin shows Iorveth and my OC Yrdenne as the two of cups Tarot card.

There is a *very* long fanfic about them. Anyone interested?

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giftart for Yrdenne’s fanfiction, her character Eardreth and Seregthiel, along with Iorveth

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"Knight? What knight?" My dear @soukyan drew these amazing portraits of Iorveth and my OCs Yrdenne and Dalayer. Yrdenne is Iorveth's little sis and Dalayer is a knight of the Order of the Flaming Rose. You can imagine that he and Iorv are not really fond of each other....

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We all know these crappy days, when all we want and need is a hug.

Iorveth likes hugs, and behind that scarred face he is a caring and loving friend.

If you have a bad day, feel tightly embraced! If your day was okay, still feel hugged <3

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The old fox den

A pair of leaf green eyes wandered over the small clearing. Somewhere here must be the source of the whining, he thought. It was dusk, and the elf was out in the woods, hunting for game. Originally he was looking for a deer, but then he heard this whining and vague crying of an injured animal, promising easy prey. And he was hungry. He had followed the noise to the little clearing with the huge oak stump in the middle, and now he was standing there, half hidden by two small trees with an arrow on his string. But the clearing was empty. It was autumn, and he saw a track in the fallen leaves that vanished in the middle of the clearing, just next to the stump. There was a hole in the ground where the track stopped. The animal must have fallen into this hole, maybe broke a leg. He smirked, this was easier than expected. Soundlessly he started moving towards the hole. In spring a mother fox with her kits lived in a burrow next to this stump, from time to time he used to come by to watch the little foxes play. Sometimes when mother fox couldn´t kill for her kits he shared his bag with her. Nature always pays her debts, he thought. It seemed like the burrow collapsed and dragged the whining animal under the ground. Thank you, mother fox. But as he came closer, the whining sounded strange. He still had no idea what was lying there in that hole. He never had heard an animal making noises like this. He drew his bow, ready to send and arrow through the head of whatever was waiting in this hole. Please, let it be something tasty! When he reached the edge and looked down into the remains of the fox burrow he found a creature he never expected: a human child.

A small girl, maybe four or five years old, was curled up on the ground of the burrow, one leg stuck in the soil up to her hip, the other one was twisted in a very painful looking angle. It was probably dislocated or worse, broken. And when his shadow fell on her, she raised her head slowly, looking at him with innocent, but fearful widened hazel eyes. Her long brown braid was entangled in roots, so she could barely move her head. No chance she could get out of this on her own. She only wore a thin linen dress, her shoulders and tiny arms were trembling. He could not tell if in fear or because of the frostiness of the autumn evening. How long was this child stuck there? The elf lowered his bow. Without help she would be dead by dawn. And no human would ever dare to set a footstep in his forest, as the elves would welcome them with their arrows. He instantly knew that the fate of this child was in his hands. He could leave her behind for someone else to find, to save her. Which was not about to happen. Or he could send an arrow through her heart, ending her pain and suffering. But why bothering? King or beggar, or a child, what´s the difference? One dh´oine less. “Are you an elf?” the girl asked out of a sudden with a hushed voice. He nodded slowly, but said no word. One shouldn´t start talking with something that was about to die. “My father always said the elves are our friends”, she continued, he saw how she lost her fear; “Can you take me home?” What she said and how she said it hit is heart. The elves are our friends was something rarely said these days, when non-humans were oppressed, expulsed from the towns, or banned into ghettos, or slaughtered and burned to death. How could he let this innocent child die, believing that her father had been wrong, that elves were not her friends? He clenched his teeth. He was not fond of human kind, he had not the slightest sympathy for any human being, but leaving her behind was her death warrant. He was a warrior, but not a monster. Inhaling the frosty air of the forest he saw the girl shivering. “Yes, I will take you home”, the elf answered unemotionally. And that is how Iorveth, the Scoia´tael leader, met Yrdenne.