mother & queen

you are flowers in my stomach. cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. i only want to be the sun for you. { indie tolkien roleplay ; wife of thranduil & mother to legolas } { }

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The Secret Garden (1993)

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范冰冰 - Fan Bingbing

[greatofdeath]

sooo took it geek squad and the issue is the prong thingy broke off so now the laptop isn’t any good unless i get it fixed. idk when that’ll be but in the meantime i’ll be mobile until i go get my desktop from my mother’s house sometime later this week, sooo consider this like a mini hiatus still available to talk/rp on skype and/or kik if anyone wants it lemme know

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reblogging this here too since I’ve no idea what my activity is going to look like w these technical issues

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tavasemel

He had heard her moving through the blades of grass and leaves before she had even drawn near to him. Such was the advantage of preternatural senses .. The wolf did not turn toward her, but his voice carried over all the same, “I would take caution with your next step, if I were you.” This was, after all, his territory.

[tavasemel]

   Ears are skilled enough she'd have heard him had she been even farther away from where she stood. But she takes heed of the warning, her footfalls cease. "It would seem you take great pride in your land, do you not?"

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[tonyloki]

Fan Bingbing in Georges Chakra’s Fall 2012 couture gown (X-Men: Days of Future Past World Premiere, May 10)

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"Kiss"

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She watches the stars while he watches her. This spot is her favorite to gaze at the pure light in the night sky: out on the balcony, high above the treetops, within the privacy of their bedroom. He comes closer, walks up behind Lérafëa, and wraps her in the thick folds of his finery. His arms secure around his wife, he draws her back against his chest and dips his head toward the exposed column of her ivory neck. He brushes a kiss against her pulse, smiling into her skin, and raises his head, setting his chin atop her silk hair. Thranduil watches the stars with his Elemmirë.

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Thranduil & Legolas photoshop sketch

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“Sköll is the w o l f that to Ironwood Follows the glittering god, And the son of Hrothvitnir, Hati, awaits The b u r n i n g bride of heaven.” —Grímnismál: 39 🌛 ☀ 🌛 ☀

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Forest Spirits by artist Tuomas Korpi.

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⊰ `·.·★ ·.·´ ⊱ — “ Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn. . I am most pleased to see you, dear Queen. For I have once felt your light diminish. But now you stand here, beautiful && BRIGHT. Your king must be beyond grateful —- His prayers often started and finished with thine name — in the darkness he hath fallen into, in the absence of you.”

[tavasemel]

   A smile begins to form upon her lips as she listens to the soft voice of the Vala. It warms her heart to hear such things. She'd been aware that Thranduil had been overjoyed for her return. She was as joyed as he to be in his arms once more. Lérafëa nods, her fingers threading together as she brings them to her front. "My place is by his side, being away for so long a time reminded me of such."

[ethuirina-blog]

There is a smile by him in the kiss they share, his thumb gentle as he brushes across her jaw. Thranduil can think of nothing better that he would like to do than taking care of his wife. Matters of the state are in the capable hands of advisers, so he has no qualms joining theirs as he rises to his feet. He suspects Lérafëa has crafted some secluded place for them to enjoy each other’s company, away from the nagging and nuisance of council members.

“I should thank you,” Thranduil notes while he follows the Elven Queen’s lead. “You have done me a great service, extracting him from their clutches. I shall repay you kindly, I promise.”

[tavasemel]

   "I am most certain that you will." She smiles, turning to look to her husband over her shoulder. "Do you remember the first time you had shown me your bed of moonflowers that lie in the forests?" She questions, knowing the answer already as she walks along the corridors of their kingdom, her path she's started on will lead them to their land of lush green to that same place he had shown her when she'd been only an Elleth.

[tavasemel]

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   There is a smile upon her lips, small, subtle, but there as she looks to the stranger. She's seen many worlds in her own time, yet none so bright as this place she stands now. The ground beneath here shines like a million stars, the water is as clear and vibrant as the sky, and the sun beams down to illuminate the land.

   "What is your kingdom called?"

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   Her eyes remain on Tauriel's form as she looks to the Elf, "Ma thia na prestad." Her gaze narrows, a brow arches and her head falls to the side only slightly. The Elven Queen has an inkling of what it might be, but she wishes to confirm it. "What is it?"

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His lips twitch into a smirk at her tease; amusement  sharpens his eyes. “You are cheeky.” he scolds lightly, bringing her fingers to his lips to press a lingering kiss beneath her knuckles. Thranduil guides Lérafëa to a chair at a small table that fits two. A tall ceramic jug of wine and a crystal chalice already waits there. He pours his wife a glass of the deep maroon, both spiced and sweetened. More glasses are lined on a stand not too far, so he takes one and lowers into the chair across from the Elven Queen, filling his own glass.

[tavasemel]

   "You have known it from the day we met." She smiles, both at him and the feel of his lips upon her knuckles. The gesture brightening her smile as she sits across from him. Fingers take up the chalice, she brings it to her lips and drinks the liquid. She's reminded nearly instantly of why she enjoys his particular brew of wine as soon as the taste of it is upon her tongue. "I remember vividly the first time I had a number of glasses filled with your wine."