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[thegreatstrongbow]

RP blog for Beleg Cúthalion and Mablung of Doriath of Tolkien’s The Silmarillion

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[thegreatstrongbow]

*Slams open door to Belegs office and drinks all of his wine, screams at him and tweks in his face before passing out on his bed*

He's been in the wine.

".... are you quite alright?" That's his bed thank you very much!

He dragged the stranger to the floor.

[heckofabecca]

Mablung at the Sack of Doriath. (For the Doriath bingo card, but this also is relevant to week 12’s prompt as well.)

[noblerunaway-archive-blog]

Send my character an innuendo to see how they react

[thegreatstrongbow]

hm eppy

He's been in the wine

"...." he looked at his glass, as though to be sure what was in it. "Huh?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

Beleg, did orodreth get you pregnant

He's been in the wine

"It was a mysterious dream." he nodded sagely. "Perhaps he has such powers. I do not know."

[angstmemes]

My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly.

[dry-tofu]

In the woods

[mythshire]

Send 🗡️ for my muse's reaction to yours leaning against their doorframe in the middle of the night, bleeding out but refusing to go to a healer.

[thegreatstrongbow]

courtesy of @meloraan / @honeyedstxrlight the inside of my mind

[thegreatstrongbow]

On this day in first age 489 my beautiful son beleg was taken from me. sometimes i still hear his voice.

[thegreatstrongbow]

and grappling with him in the darkness he seized Anglachel, and slew Beleg Cúthalion thinking him a foe [...] Then Túrin stood stone-still and silent, staring on that dreadful death

I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF INTO THE SEA

[thegreatstrongbow]

But in the dim dusk of a winter's day there appeared suddenly among them a man, as it seemed, of great bulk and girth, cloaked and hooded in white; and he walked up to the fire without a word. And when men sprang up in fear, he laughed, and threw back his hood, and beneath his wide cloak he bore a great pack; and in the light of the fire Túrin looked again on the face of Beleg Cúthalion.

[thegreatstrongbow]

HE 😭 RETURNED TO THEM 😭NO MORE

[thegreatstrongbow]

Beleg would not do, and he said: 'Hard you are, Túrin, and stubborn. Now the turn is mine. If you wish indeed to have the Strongbow beside you, look for me in Dimbar; for thither I shall return.'

[thegreatstrongbow]

I like how JIRT sprinkles in the Beleg mentions in Silm before we get to the Túrin chapter, so that we know who he is when we get there.

[rpmemegraveyard]

✹      CATALOG  001    ›       i.    (   type:  tense  scenarios  )     

this  catalog  is  inspired  by  “writing  action”  by  the  san  francisco  writers'  grotto.

[001]  when  confronted  [R]  is  asked  if  they  betrayed  [S]

[002]  in  a  dimly  lit  room  [R]  is  tied  to  a  chair  by  [S]

[003]  when  their  chin  is  held  [R]  breathes  out  when  [S]  tightens  their  grip

[004]  after  an  attack  [R]  is  handed  a  damp  cloth  by  [S]

[005]  during  a  moment  of  crisis  [R]  is  saved  by  [S]

[006]  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  [R]  kisses  [S]  to  distract  them

[007]  in  a  moment  of  tension  [S]  backs  [R]  against  a  wall

[008]  in  the  aftermath  of  violence  [S]  wipes  blood  from  [R]’s  cheek

[009]  during  an  interrogation  [S]  whispers  something  only  [R]  can  hear

[010]  in  the  silence  before  dawn  [R]  reaches  for  [S]  without  looking

[011]  when  they’re  undercover  [S]  places  a  hand  on  [R]’s  thigh  to  keep  up  appearances

[012]  in  a  hidden  corridor  [R]  presses  a  blade  to  [S]’s  throat  before  realizing  who  it  is

[013]  as  the  safehouse  burns  [S]  refuses  to  leave  without  [R]

[014]  when  patching  up  a  wound  [R]  flinches  and  [S]  says  “it’s  me”

[015]  after  a  mission  gone  wrong  [R]  collapses  into  [S]’s  arms

[016]  just  before  pulling  the  trigger  [S]  hesitates  when  they  see  [R]

[017]  in  a  dark  motel  room  [S]  asks  if  [R]  ever  really  cared

[018]  when  [R]  tries  to  walk  away  [S]  grabs  their  wrist  and  says  “don’t”

[019]  when  forced  to  dance  at  a  party  [S]  spins  [R]  just  to  whisper  in  their  ear

[020]  while  bandaging  a  wound  [R]  winces  and  [S]  softly  apologizes

[021]  when  alone  for  the  first  time  in  weeks  [S]  touches  [R]  like  they  might  vanish

[022]  in  the  middle  of  an  argument  [R]  confesses  something  they  shouldn't

[023]  when  [S]  is  hurt  [R]  tears  a  piece  of  their  own  clothing  to  stop  the  bleeding

[024]  when  they  reunite  [R]  refuses  to  let  go  of  [S]  for  just  a  moment  longer

[025]  when  [R]  is  almost  killed  [S]  panics  in  a  way  they  never  have  before

[026]  when  the  blade  is  at  [S]’s  throat,  [R]  whispers,  “give  me  a  reason”

[027]  after  the  scuffle,  [S]  wipes  blood  from  their  mouth  and  smirks  at  [R]

[028]  after  the  fight  ends,  [S]  holds  [R]  at  gunpoint,  trembling

[029]  [R]  tackles  [S]  through  a  doorway,  both  landing  hard  and  breathless

[030]   [R]  lunges  first,  but  [S]  has  them  pinned  in  seconds

note: [R]  =  receiver  +  [S]  =  sender.