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He scoffed as the words were read back to him. True, his choice of words had admittedly been crude, but still he didn’t think it had been horribly offensive.
“Listen, I’m Sorry about the chair. That was a mistake on my part. But I don’t see how I was rude to The Baker - at least not enough for him to be sent off to a vacation” he pointed out, rolling his eyes. “If you’re upset I didn’t compliment your lord cousin on his tits, it’s Because he doesn’t have them. He’s too scrawny for my liking, even if Elrond is a good lord”
At the last offer made however, there was a slight moment of silence as he took in The uttered words, immideately followed by a loud laugh. He was usually loud, yes, but rarely because of joy or amusement.
“Is that what this is about? That I went to The Baker instead of you? I suppose your ire makes sense now that you’ve admitted that all you wanted was to be ‘atya’s fuckable donut’”
Erestor knew that his birth father was prone to angry, violent outbursts, as well as loud proclamations. However, the words that left him in response to Erestor’s offer of help could not have been at all expected, not even by the counsellor who prided himself on reading people. His eyes widened, the words ‘atya’s fuckable doughnut’ running through his head a couple of times before he pursed his lips, attempting to hold back the laughter for a few minutes before it got too much. Erestor quickly shook his head, and in contrast to Caranthir’s booming guffaw, he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to cover the series of quiet giggles that began to leave him, although the slight movements of his shoulders gave it away. “E-Excuse… me-e,” he let out between laughs before he stepped out onto the balcony. He knew that Caranthir was smart enough to know better, but he still attempted to cover up his laughter nonetheless. He was a respected politician after all. The glass door shut behind him, and he held onto the ledge, letting out all the laughter he’d been holding back up until that moment. He knew it would be heard, but it didn’t matter all that much, and after a few moments he looked over his shoulder, turning on his heel and entering the meeting room once more. “Thank you for your patience,” he uttered, then clearing his throat before he turned to sit across from him once more, then breathing in deeply. “No. No, that was not my intention, as I’m sure you were aware,” he stated firmly, picking up his serious tone that had previously been dropped. “Besides, my Lord, if that were the case you would have some time to wait. I currently have thirteen marriage proposals I’m yet to respond to.” Perhaps a slight over-exaggeration, especially as he was certain that some had been drunk, and others were humans that were long since dead – but it was certainly true enough, technically, for Erestor to state it so confidently. “Have you taken what I’ve said on board?”
He eyed the interraction, of course able to follow the sindarin exchange even though he himself chose to use quenya regardless of what his son happened to use.
“Yes you’ve gotten far. Don’t think I’m not proud of what you’ve accomplished with those abilities of yours, I just don’t have any patience when they’re directed towards ME” he huffed, his fingers tapping against the armrest in clear frustration.
“And yes, I’m Sorry for saving your life by sending you to a monastery. Besides, that was your mother’s idea when she realized I wouldn’t be able to keep you. It was either monks or sex workers that got to raise you, and somehow monks seemed like a better choice in her eyes”
He kept grumbling, wanting to tell Erestor that he was wrong in what he said, but he simply couldn’t. He KNEW he was right. He KNEW diplomacy got further than his own methods, which is why he was a merchant and not a politician.
“… And here I thought people wouldn’t mind harsh words and tones against a Fëanorion”
“There’s no need to take quite such offence, Lord Moryo. My point is simply that you cannot raise a lizard to be a dragon then complain when it sets fire to your pantry,” Erestor spoke simply, eyebrows raised to him as he waited, almost challenged him to fight him back on his words. “Besides, at least a brothel would’ve been less covert.” Erestor huffed and stood up, fiddling through some drawers before he then brought out a small scroll, his eyes running down it. “A broken wooden stool after you fell over it. This will be written off as part of every day expenses…” Erestor muttered before glancing back up. “However, that’s not special treatment due to who you are. I would be like this for everyone – you told our baker that he had ‘amazing tits’ only to say – and I quote from his statement – ‘oh fuck, you’re an ellon. Those are some great tits anyway.’ He then stated that you asked him to make you a ‘fuckable doughnut if he’s not going to put out’.” He exhaled before rolling back up the scroll, looking up to him, knowing just how much Moryofinwe didn’t want the words repeated back to him – especially not by his son of all people. However that was how this worked. “I’ve had to give him a week to relax by the waterfalls, he was rather upset by your words, Lord Moryo. Such things aren’t acceptable in Imladris – we respect one another, regardless of position. I expect the same respect you give to Lord Elrond to be given to those that clean out the stables. Do I make myself clear?” Erestor asked with a sigh before he then rolled the scroll back up. “I wish I could leave this as an informal warning but it will have to go on your Imladris Citizen’s record. My hands are tied with this matter.” Even if he was the one that set up the system, although Caranthir didn’t need to know that. He filed the scroll away, then letting out another huff and turning back on his heel. “If you’re finding yourself frustrated with such things, I don’t know why you didn’t just come to me. You should be aware that I’m at your disposal at any given time – even the middle of the night.”
@silvercrowned continued from here
Celebrían pressed the backs of her hands into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She said shakily. “I’m their Mother, I worry endlessly for them.”
“I know, sweet Celebrían,” Erestor spoke softly, placing both hands on his dear friend’s shoulders. Although he himself wasn’t quite familiar with how such familial bonds were formed - he could at least try.
“This is part of hunting orcs - they’re strong ellyn. You needn’t worry so much - although I suppose such words are of little comfort.”
@sonsofdoom continued
“I treat you like an elfling because you happen to act like one” Moryo huffed, still not standing up as he knew that doing so mid-argument could be seen as threatening. No matter how annoyed he actually was, he didn’t want to scare his son.
“You’re a politician, and other than that you still have the mindset of a fucking monk. It’s not that I don’t think you have valuable opinions, I just don’t have patience for flowery language or evasive bullshit. If you have issues, bring them up. I’m not Curvo”
Erestor closed his eyes after the quick-tempered response from his father – it was hardly unsurprising, there had been songs sung about the fury of Moryo the Dark – but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. He breathed in deeply through his nose, then out through his mouth slowly – a subtle attempt to demonstrate to Caranthir just how frustrated he was becoming, and all thanks to the elf opposite him. He then opened his eyes, giving a small smile as he tucked his hair behind his pointed ear. “Adaneth, would you mind preparing some flower tea? Thank you so much,” Erestor uttered politely to one of the younger, serving elves, deliberately slipping into his non-native Sindarin tongue just to make a point. He neatened himself, giving her a smile as she bowed and made her way out. No sense of fear in her footsteps – part of which made Erestor proud to have helped build the moral foundation of Imladris. He watched, tilting his head as he kept himself perfectly poised, back straight, legs crossed, the perfect picture of polite elven bureaucracy until she was out of earshot, his head now snapping back to his father. “I want you to listen, and not just wait for me to be finished talking,” he stated firmly, his eyebrows having furrowed into a scowl. “If you wish for me to be harsh, I can be harsh, however diplomacy and supposed ‘flowery words’ have got me far further than waving your fists about like some sort of orc has ever got you. Besides, if you didn’t want a monk for a son perhaps you shouldn’t have sent me to a damned monastery. You can’t blame me for your shortfalls. We have rules and we have regulations for a reason – everyone lives the same way, even me, even you, even my dear friend and colleague Commander Glorfindel – who has the same sword skills that you so greatly admire.” He then brushed down his knees a little before glancing back up to him. “I wouldn’t speak this way if I didn’t want you here as long as possible, but this isn’t Thargelion, my Lord. The people here have a certain expectation of me, and I have to fulfil it.”
So everyone, as I want to get Erestor rolling again, go ahead and like this post and I’ll go through your meme tag and send a meme (or a few)
"Let me guess. Someone stole your sweet roll" - Moryo
the elder scrolls v: skyrim
"Oh for goodness sake! Can you not take me seriously for once?" Erestor positively shrieked, finally having found the end of his tether that up until this point had been relatively lengthy.
"I'm not just some joke being for you to poke and prod and treat like an elfling for as long as you find it amusing! I do have genuine thoughts and concerns! Most of which should concern you but evidently..." he choked on the last of his words, his shoulders slumping as his ears tilted slightly downwards.
"...do not."
rule #1 of the tolkien fandom
a fan is never late, nor are they early. they arrive precisely when they mean to.
have i mentioned how fucking nice tolkienites are i mean seriously
our doors are always open. just remember tea is always at four.
feel free to change pronouns and wording to suit your needs.
❛ I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the knee. ❜
❛ What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? ❜
❛ Let me guess. Someone stole your sweetroll! ❜
❛ My cousin is out fighting dragons. And what do I get? Guard duty. ❜
❛ By long tradition, the elder speaks first. ❜
❛ My favorite drinking buddy! Let’s get some mead. ❜
❛ Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch the magic! ❜
❛ I will not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people! ❜
❛ Perhaps we should find a random stranger to murder. Practice does make perfect. ❜
❛ You reek of death my friend. I salute you. ❜
❛ Who left that here? ❜
❛ Let’s kill someone! ❜
❛ Either I’m drunk, or you’re naked. Possibly both. ❜
❛ I’ve seen better. Well, maybe not. ❜
❛ Look at that. Am I drunk? I must be drunk. ❜
❛ You never should have come here. ❜
❛ You do not even know our tongue, do you? Such arrogance. ❜
❛ Hiding is beneath you. ❜
❛ By Malacath’s toenails, where did that come from? ❜
❛ I will feast on your heart! ❜
❛ I’ve been hunting and fishing in these parts for years. ❜
❛ Kill the beast! ❜
❛ And who are you to challenge me? I’ve conquered mortality itself. ❜
❛ By Malacath’s hairy knuckles, you’ll pay for that! ❜
❛ Sheogorath’s beard, you’re an ugly one! ❜
❛ I’ll see you in pieces! ❜
❛ Well, well. Another maggot to squash beneath my boot! ❜
❛ By Ysmir’s beard, I ain’t one for humor! ❜
❛ Go bother somebody else. ❜
❛ What do you want, milk-drinker? ❜
❛ What in Oblivion is that! ❜
❛ It’s in the clouds! ❜
❛ Weak. He’s weak. You’re strong. Crush him! ❜
❛ I’ve got my eyes on you. ❜
So everyone, as I want to get Erestor rolling again, go ahead and like this post and I’ll go through your meme tag and send a meme (or a few)
So everyone, as I want to get Erestor rolling again, go ahead and like this post and I’ll go through your meme tag and send a meme (or a few)
.... anyone interested in playing with my elf boi?
Just wanted you all to know that my brother and I won a cosplay competition today
We were Merry and Pippin
so you bastards should rp with me what the fuck is going on this place is dead and it’s 100% my fault but let’s change that
‘ They’re not too crazy about me here. They might insult me and throw stones - or do something worse. ’ (Maedhros, survival verse maybe?)
the witcher
“Well you massacred that which the Allfather blessed with eternal life, you can hardly expect a hero’s welcome. Not to labour the point or anything...” Erestor trailed off, clearing his throat. Probably not the answer Maitimo was looking for, but Erestor could not help his firey streak of honesty.
“... Although if it's any consolation, I doubt they will be violent. I think they are far too frightened to risk... igniting your wrath.”
// I have a mutual tracker so I’m now on an unfollowing spree
If I unfollow you and you’re interested in roleplaying with me then please let me know so I can follow back!
THE WITCHER SAGA SENTENCE STARTERS: the last wish edition
‘ And do you have a name? Any name will do, it’s simply to make conversation easier. ’
‘ Let it go. It’s a serious matter. Many have tried and failed already. ’
‘ This, my friend, is not the same as roughing up a couple of scoundrels. ’
‘ ______, you know our code of practice forbids us to speak of our work. ’
‘ Answer me unofficially, briefly and clearly: will it work or not? ’
‘ You inspire trust, although I know what a rogue you are. ’
‘ Oh, what’s the point of explaining, you wouldn’t understand anyway. ’
‘ Am I supposed to give you advice and teach you how to live? Am I your mother or something? ’
‘ It is customary, when faced with people who greet their guests with a roar and the cry that they’re going to tear you to pieces. ’
‘ If it wasn’t for that you’d have been out of this gate a long time ago, with my bootprint on your arse. ’
‘ One has to admit you can answer questions without using many words. ’
‘ I’m not in the habit of lying. ’
‘ So what am I? Cranberry pudding? ’
‘ You didn’t answer my question. Although… you probably did. ’
‘ So you are interested after all? You said things were fine as they are. ’
‘It’s my problem, my life and my punishment. I’ve learnt to put up with it. I’ve got used to it. If it gets worse, I’ll get used to that too. ’
‘ Scream your guts out. Lose your strength. And then I’ll slash your pretty little head off! ’
‘ You consider that an honor? I don’t. I consider it an insult. ’
‘ Quiet. Lower your voice. Have a care who you speak to like that. ’
‘ I’ve no time to waste. Winter’s coming. ’
‘ Women don’t have a say in my house. But, just between us, don’t do what you did during supper last time in front of her again. ’
‘ Destiny has many faces. Mine is beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. ’
‘ You’re talking nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. Can’t you speak normally? ’
‘ I made it all the way here, hiding and running from a monstrous being that wants to murder me. ’
‘ Don’t get all puffed up like a frog – tell me what’s threatening you. We’ll see what can be done. ’
‘ To think the likes of you walk the earth. Who spawns you freaks? ’
‘ True Evil is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you. And sometimes True Evil seizes you by the throat and demands that you choose between it and another, slightly lesser, Evil. ’
‘ I’m looking for general truths. And I’ve found one: lesser evils exist, but we can’t choose them. ’
‘ You’re standing on a flagstone running with blood, alone and so very lonely because you can’t choose, but you had to. ’
‘ Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, I deceived you. I’ll deceive anyone if I have to, why should you be special? ’
‘ They say silence is golden. Maybe it is, although I’m not sure it’s worth that much. It has its price certainly; you have to pay for it. ’
‘I know my fate whirls about me like water in a weir. It’s hard on my heels, following my tracks, but I never look back. ’
‘ The world is changing. Something’s coming to an end. ’
‘ The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka is coming to an end. What else, in your opinion, is coming to an end? ’
‘ I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m stating the facts. ’
‘ Something is coming to an end. Whether you like it or not, something’s coming to an end. ’
‘ I don’t like you mouthing banal platitudes. I don’t like your expression when you do it. What’s happening to you? ’
‘ For someone who has lived such a short time, you show an astounding disdain for death. ’
‘An aftertaste in my mouth, dishevelled hair, sticky eyes and other morning inconveniences strongly affect my perceptive faculties. ’
‘ Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t faint at the sight of a naked (wo)man. One of my friends says if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. ’
‘ You’re wont to describe it using words which I greatly dislike, lapsing into pompous sarcasm with it, something I dislike even more. ’
‘ They’re not too crazy about me here. They might insult me and throw stones - or do something worse. ’
‘ Hold me. Tighter. I’m not made of china. ’
‘ It’s almost as though you thought a scorpion were prettier than a spider, because it’s got such a lovely tail. ’
‘ What’s this all about, ____? If it’s a game, I don’t know the rules. ’
‘ How should I answer your question? Let’s try this: it’s none of your damned business. Does that satisfy you? ’
‘ Don’t reproach yourself for it – I’m not easily satisfied. Only those who are above average have managed so far. ’
‘ Don’t pull that face, it doesn’t suit either your good looks or your complexion. ’
‘ I didn’t see the scorpion amidst the flowers. I’m prepared to pay for my inattention. ’
‘ A pretty speech. Touching and pompous. Pity it’s in vain. ’
‘ I’ve promised several people here something, and I always keep my promises. Since I won’t have time to do so myself, you’ll keep those promises for me. ’
‘ Don’t act out a farce for me, don’t try to charm me with your hard and insolent masculinity. You are the only one to think you’re insolent and hard. ’
‘ You’d pay any price. You’d lick my boots. And maybe something else, too, if I unexpectedly wished to amuse myself. ’
‘ You have to pay. For your insolence, for the cold way you look at me, for the eyes which fish for every detail, for your stony face and sarcastic tone of voice. ’
‘ To put it simply, you stated that a self-respecting man shouldn’t ever call a professional harlot a whore because it’s base and repugnant, while using the word whore to describe a woman one has never knocked off or paid any money for doing so, is childish and punishable. ’
‘ I don’t like grand words. I’m greatly, shall we say, fascinated by her/him. ’
‘ I’d have expected anything but to… What made you do it, ___ ? Why… Why me?’
‘ You’ve condemned yourself. Condemned yourself to me. ’
‘ I don’t like grand words, and it’s impossible to give it a name without using grand words. ’