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"Is everything alright m'lord? You don't seem yourself..." (daughteroftheswordandbow)

Not one prone to openly display demonstrative facial expressions, kin or not, the pervading disquietude that was manifest prior to his consciousness of his daughter’s presence left his eyes in the space of a single blink, only to be replaced by a steely blankness.

❝Just a little weary, is all.❞

daughteroftheswordandbow

Echernil watched her father before removing her hand from his and looking to the floor, “Of course father, I should not have been so worried…” She knew that he still missed her mother dearly, but it hurt to think he remained so cold. After a moment, she gently stood up, “I was going to visit her…if you care to join me…”

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Neither the mention of a name nor a title, but the pronoun was explicit enough reference to the late queen. Exhibiting the slightest inclination to hesitation, the split-second silence that betrayed his usual swift decisiveness was sustained by the slanting of his head–a gesture to physically affirm what was beyond his current predilection to verbally do so–and the rising to his feet.

❝While the break of day has yet to descend upon us.❞

#daughteroftheswordandbow #Rep.#[ You don't have to reply to this since it has been ages. Ahem. ]#[ Using it as a trial run for my return. ]

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bowbearer:

“I feel the urge to inquire. Did your eyes get the chance to feast itself on Dale during its prime? For that is more than I would ever know. Only having heard, the stories that turned into dusty legend, long forgotten as the people here turn into dampened, burdened folk.” “More hands to help out with service, I would neither deny nor turn away, Lord Thranduil. It is a matter that concerns me—of what would we return to you? Whether now, or in many a blue moon past?” Bard dare not state it aloud, but he was curious. In the short time of being around his ally, he would wonder. What truly went on in that Elf’s mind. Hard to decipher, the nonchalance of silver eyes. Having heard of history when Elves and Dwarves were not in harmony, the bowman pondered on the offer; what Thranduil truly wanted for favour’s recompense.

❝It was a civilisation that prospered by the hands of the people and their labour. Resources were seemingly abundant, and the soils were known to be fertile. Dale was once a self-sufficient nation.❞

Memories of decades prior still burned fresh in his mind; faces and names were unbeknownst, but the echoes of blazing fire and agonised screams were seared in. He was there. A witness of the terrible obliteration. His moment of arrival proved too late for the people of Dale, for Smaug's decimation had already spread towards Erebor. The ruins of the city had further rotted at the touch of it, having shrivelled like spring time leaves in the dead of winter. A new mass of dead bodies scattered not a day earlier within the rubble built to the irony, for nothing but destruction's aftermath has plagued Dale for ages. Besieged by doubt and discontent, Thranduil was ever so careful at treading the fine line between keeping back too much and revealing just enough. Subjected to death by time–a seemingly inevitable consequence of life his kin never had to face.

❝There will be times when both races would be put to the test. Facing mere raids and cowardly ambushes and pillaging may not pose a viable threat to the kingdoms, but by now, it should have come to your knowledge the potential for imminent invasions. A dark shadow that looms over the horizon does not practice favouritism in the fall of Middle-earth.❞

The underlying suspicion that tinged the words of the bowman lingered just beneath the surface of their newly-formed alliance. Consummate prudence and tactical necessity dictate his every decision, and the unity of armies will prove a numerical and equipment advantage. Perhaps it was still insufficient reassurance for inhibitions to fade and wariness to recede, but there never lived a schism between men and elves, and if anything, the thriving trade between the Woodland Realm and Lake-town that once existed was testimonial to their integrity.

#[ WHAT TALENT. Sets self on fire stop throwing quality at my face. ]#bowbearer #Rep.

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elaeril

"No need for anxiety, I’m sure my reaction will be very positive."

She hums softly, eyes making their way back down to the package to study the details of the top cover for a moment longer. Lightly biting her lip, she soon looks around to find a bench that wasn’t covered in too much snow.

"I’d like for you to give me a hint as to what it may possibly be."

Her free hand reaches out to his in order to lead them both to take a seat. Once resting, the package was placed on her lap as fingers carefully untied the ribbon. She shoots a small glance to him before lifting the top, her expression becoming slightly serious as she concentrates.

"What has my husband spent money on this time.."

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It was a bit of a risky gift, admittedly, but he had never been the type not to push the envelope, or test how much he could get away with. He leaned back against the wooden slats, the tranquility this arbitrary spot provided soothing his nerves; releasing the horde of wild butterflies that overtook his insides. In their haven of solitude— a quieter district in the middle of the sprawling concrete jungle—even their muffled crunch of snow-padded footfalls halted; no sound cutting through the crisp air, save their own shared conversation.

❝A hint...❞

Inhaling and exhaling, his breath swirled around him like smoke from a pipe. His stare lingered along the coated tree tops, which the snow has effectively transformed from broccoli sprouts to cauliflowers.

❝Something that would lay close to your heart.❞

#[ I blame my url. Each time I write 'tranquility' I've to double check the spelling. ]#elaeril #Modern.#Rep.

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No, Fili decides. He dislikes elves because they are smug, pompous, arrogant, self-righteous—

He seethes, because of course he does. He feels naked without his weapons, without having at least three daggers stored in various parts of his person. He feels naked and vulnerable and like the elf king can see right through him, and he really dislikes that feeling.

"Do you really feel all that threatened by a company of thirteen dwarves, milord? And not thirteen of the finest, either, mind you. We’re nothing but a bunch of vagabonds, miners, tinkers, toymakers, blacksmiths…Come now, sire, surely you can allow me something?”

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❝Threatened—?❞

The remnants of a scoff could be perceived in his echo of the particular word. A small, derisive smile twists the Elvenking's lips as he surveys the dwarf, who ultimately becomes the target of the open scorn evident in his expression.

❝As you have so kindly proclaimed, a bunch of dwarves could hardly pose a menacing threat, even when decked out with arms to defend their own. Resorting to guiles and tricks to make up for the lack of weaponry... I have lived too long and seen too much to humour your pleas.❞

Interaction only fuels their mutual resentment and disapprobation, what with their incapabilities to reach an agreement. Clearly, they do not see eye-to-eye— both literally and figuratively—but nonetheless, an inexplicable and inescapable connection cuts across the countless differences of elves and dwarves— compromising is an act that is beyond the bounds of consideration, due to dignity and egotistical reasons.

#[ God but— You see. Fili will never seem like a little shit in my eyes. ]#[ What a darling. What a cutie. Cue Thranduil fussing over him in an alternate universe. ]#[ Plus Thranduil himself is just as vile or even more so. ]#thegoldenxson #Rep.#[ This came so late I'm trash I APOLOGISE. ]

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thranquility wants to go on an adventure

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⊰ ｂｕｒｇｌａｒ ⊱

❝ this needs to end. he’s never going to back down, and… and i’m afraid. he knows you may not either.. ❞

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❝And he is right. It is not by choice but circumstances, for I have no desire to send an army and spark a war. The failure to reach an agreement with a fair barter not once but twice has made his intent clear.❞

#[ It's perfect! No worries. ]#xburglar #Rep.

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elaeril

"In fact it is bad luck, especially on my part. I wouldn’t want to ruin the New Year and—"

Pausing mid sentence her light blue orbs rest on the white box that was being presented. She slowly blinks, soft hands reaching out to accept the package before gazing up at him curiously.

"Do you want me to open it now, or wait for a later time?" Nibbling on her bottom lip she fails to hold back the wide smile that shows once more.

"Happy New Year to you too. I love you."

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❝I get to pick? —Can't say that I'm free of anxiety with regards to the reaction in store for me, but ultimately, the choice is up to you to make.❞

The possessor of deft leadership skills who brimmed with confidence even under high-pressure situations, and yet the possibility of a bleak outcome under such circumstances fazed him.

Everybody has an Archilles heel, he'd reason. Their kryptonite.

His just happened to be in the form of a 5'2" beauty, whose cheeks were currently flushed pink from the chill the crystal cold stratosphere provided. The lack of control twisted his nerves in an endless waiting. But maybe, that was all just semantics, and he had lost the plot pages ago and was floundering in the details instead of the plot.

❝Now? Now, I suppose.❞

#[ Good grief I'm making him out to still seem to be stuck in that puppy love stage. ]#[ Love has clouded his mind. ]#[ Oh and I'd be sure to spell check everything from now on. Shifty eyes. ]#Modern.#Rep.#elaeril

[ To all you recent (and not-so-recent) followers–as long as I have yet to strike a conversation with your kind self–allow me to take this time to extend the hospitality Thranduil himself is unable to offer.

/ENTHUSIASTICALLY PASSES OUT GOBLETS OF DORWINION WINE.

I've been rather occupied with things ooc, and my schedule is unfortunately not going to be any less hectic for at least a good few months (curse you, college). I will still drop by every now and then, but replies will be considerably late, to put it truthfully. SO. I'd fully understand if you wish to click that 'unfollow' button. I'd hate to see you go, but there'd be no hard feelings, I promise. ]

#[ This is a PSA. ]#[ So many of you are quality THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE OF SOME SORT. ]#[ Those who are staying I WILL COME APPROACH YOU SOON. ONE DAY. ]#Mun.

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Very much confuzzled as to where you guys came from because I’ve only had Fili for like a week and I swear you’re all popping up like dwarves from the ground but hi hello thank you for being here I hope you’re liking what you’re seeing and thank you for sticking around despite my crapton of ooc posts.

I’ve honestly never been so welcomed in a fandom as I have been on Fili, and it’s crazy and overwhelming and insane and all in a good way. So this is me sort of returning the love, I suppose.

the arkenstone

I need to make a super special shoutout to reubalach because she is just the sweetest and she’s listened to me rant about everything under the (lack of) sun and sHE MADE ME ICONS AND I HAVE A LOT OF LOVE FOR HER OKAY

the company (a.k.a. the people I very much enjoy seeing on my dash) -- in no order of preference

I reached a point where I couldn’t remember who I’ve RPed with and who I haven’t and I’ve probably forgotten some of you but remember that I’m exhausted as fuck so please forgive me and love me anyway?

#[ Oh my God glittery eyes all over. Swoons a little more over the fact that I'm bolded. ]#[ THANK YOU. ]#Keepsake.

You've been one of my favorite people of 2014. Send this to everyone who has had an impact however big or small on your life this year (っ◕‿◕)っ♥*:･ﾟ✧!!

[ Cue Thranduil getting emotional in private because at the very least THE DREAMY BOWMAN CARES. ]

#[ DID YOU SEE THAT POST I TAGGED YOU IN. ]#[ Pets your elk form. ]#bowbearer #Ask and I shall think about it.

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She listened quietly, a small smile still on her lips as her blue eyes stared up at his face, before falling to the dagger he was looking at earlier.

"Was that what you were looking at earlier?"

She asked, her voice soft as her eyes looked back up at his. She lifted the arm of the hand she held up over her head, then settled it around her shoulders.

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Graceful strides in perfect sync, feet leave and connect with the timber passageway in tandem.

❝Yes.❞

Having held it up not minutes ago, the gibbous moon's glow supplying an adequate luminance brought the telltale craftsmanship to the fore. Rays of light that reflected off the keen metal, and the highly-detailed elvish runes inlaid into the uplifted blade abled him to extract its origin.

❝Long have I come across one that bears the etchings of the Noldor in the First Age. First wrought in the deeps of time, and now having emerged without apparent cause.❞

#thesilvanelfmother #Rep.

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elaeril:

A smile graces her lips while turning to him, followed by a soft laugh."I fully expected you to listen yet here you are, with a gift. I may possibly accept it, just this once since I would feel awful for turning you down."

A spark of anticipation lit behind the icy depths of his pallid, sapphire blue orbs tinted with steely grey hues at the formulation of her satisfactory reply; his expression became immediately mirrored across her soft features.

❝Besides, I heard it is bad luck to decline one right before ushering in a new start.❞

His statement could hardly be construed as a fact, for scientific evidence to corroborate his claim was absent knowledge. Not a second later, he produced a ivory white box he had hidden behind his back with slight flourish–a satin ribbon curled around the package.

❝Happy New Year, my love.❞

#[ Drops face into hands. Why am I always embarrassing myself in front of you? I MUST LEAVE. ]#[ My God your smile consists of rainbows sunshine and unicorns. ]#Rep.#Modern.#elaeril

elaeril

The entire city was carpeted in a blanket of delicate white that shined and shimmered and rippled like actual fabric. The world was rendered almost mute, and the few who had not sought safe haven indoors appeared as shadows disappearing behind closing doors and silvery tones of bells, blind to the couple that was lost with relish in the winter wonderland that was creating itself outside.

❝I did. I heard what you said—no gift exchanges for New Year's this year— but I do not recall ever agreeing to it.

C'mon, you don't actually expect me to return it, do you?❞

#[ Please don't feel the need to match the length. Went a l i t t l e over 2 lines because I had to set the scene. ]#[ Feed my sloth ways. ]#elaeril #Rep.#Modern.

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bowbearer:

The blood that aided not in his and his people’s demise for some town while he lay low in Laketown. In the least, time not fussed with the Master, he and his archers had many a practice and hunt, that had eventually led to where he stood now. If not he, it would have been Bain. ”While I find no ounce of falsity in your speech, I only hope for what you say will reveal itself as the truth. Whether now, or years from now. The thriving of this county will come forth, yes, and I will, to my last breath, see that it stands strong." He would not want to disappoint his people.

While Thranduil did not view Bard as he may have had if he were a fellow king of elves, he did recognise that he was of a higher standing than most others. Man or not, it pleased the elf to perceive the strong conviction in the resolution and values that the bowman upheld. The admirably purposeful intent was one he could identify with; one that has impeded his kingdom to devolve into a cesspool of chaos.

❝In the spirit of fostering a pragmatic approach, our amity is not for naught—the survival of your people is of common interest. With the further demolition of familiar locales, it calls for an indefinite stretch of time in the recreation of a society parallel to the state predating Smaug's destruction of Dale. I extend my help to the restoration, should you require more manpower.❞

#[ Stands aghast at the mere mention of that!!! Never! You are under the protection of my robe. ]#[ Besides those antlers are to honour their great deeds. ]#[ Also random thought but will elves even use the word 'manpower'. Elfpower more like. ]#bowbearer #Rep.

non6ix

NONNIE I LOVE YOU AND YOUR TINIES THEY ARE AMAZING OMG do you think we can get tiny Thranduil and tiny Bard swimming in wine or something they are so BFFs after BOFA ok

UM-

#bowbearer #[ When I saw this I was instantly like: IS THIS NOT US? ]#[ LITERALLY US. ]#[ My lil' elk replacement. How cute. ]

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"Is everything alright m'lord? You don't seem yourself..." (daughteroftheswordandbow)

Not one prone to openly display demonstrative facial expressions, kin or not, the pervading disquietude that was manifest prior to his consciousness of his daughter’s presence left his eyes in the space of a single blink, only to be replaced by a steely blankness.

❝Just a little weary, is all.❞

daughteroftheswordandbow

Echernil knew her father was not one to speak openly about his feelings, especially when she could tell something was bothering him. Not wanting to start a fight though, she simply sat down beside her fathers throne and took his hand in hers, “Of course father, I am sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were well…”

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❝You need not worry, Echernil.❞

The contact of their skins evoked no reaction from him— neither reciprocating, nor recoiling. It read reticence, and yet an implicit, underlying message of acceptance. The moment of affection and tenderness his daughter afforded him once again rapped the impenetrable vaults in his mind, in which memories of her mother were stored. His ability to exhibit detached loftiness was threatened, and a fragile semblance of emotional verisimilitude softened his tone. ❝Nevertheless, your concern is not unheeded.❞

#[ I set it when his wife has already passed I hope you don't mind! ]#daughteroftheswordandbow #Rep.

kyounichisouma

What pray tell are you doing, Barduil. Why hiding behind me like a suspect who did something wrong, huh?

#[ What the hell how am I supposed to handle this amount of cute. ]#[ It's like we unintentionally gave new meaning to all these fanart. It is canon. ]#bowbearer

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Sometimes Fili wonders if his dislike for elves is something he’s learnt — like metalwork or how to fight. He hasn’t met a lot of elves, for one thing, and sometimes he wonders why exactly he’s supposed to dislike them.

Right now, though, he thinks he doesn’t like elves because they’re just too tall.

"—Can I have my daggers back, then?"

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❝Wield you with your weapons within the boundaries of my realm.❞

Dwarves—a race which the Elvenking's unquenchable fiery resentment for is glaringly blatant in his bitter hostility and lack of hospitality. It coils up in his throat, yet his composure remains intact; held together by thread of resilience that isn't entirely resistant to snapping when acutely provoked.

❝I do not think so.❞

One to act with absolute caution, he has no strong inclination—none at all, in retrospect—to present the blond dwarf who stands before him with the opportunity to rise against him. Not so much a sense of trepidation, but a reminder of who truly possesses the upper hand.

#[ Thank you you lovely person! ]#[ I have to say I got a little too excited when I saw your little hedgehog self follow me. ]#[ Or lion cub. Both works really. ]#[ Must. Resist. Smothering with love. ]#thegoldenxson #Rep.

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