queenly she looked

For mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter. Ind. Arwen rp blog (lotr), mun and muse are of age

[fyp-psychology]

Intimacy is really the ability to fuse your identity with someone else’s without the fear that you’re going to lose something yourself.

Erik Erikson (via fyp-psychology)

[lordlaurefindil-blog]

        He could tell that the revelation that her brothers were blackmailing him bothered her. He had not intended to cause her to worry and he had not planned to spend the night speaking with her of the twins. He gently cupped her face in his hands and tilted it so they were looking into each others’ eyes.

        “Do not fear them or their knowledge. I do not truly believe they would tell anyone. All they wanted from me was extra training sessions, something I agreed to because it is good for them to have as many combat skills as possible.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled down at her beautiful face. “And if they ever think of threatening to tell someone, I have certain knowledge that can be used to win their silence. We are safe, I will not let anyone tear us apart.”

        Glorfindel kissed her again holding her close in his arms. He buried his head in the nape of her neck, soothed by her scent and the pulse he felt there. He whispered to her the next time he spoke. “I’ve missed this. Someday…someday we will be able to do this anytime we wish. No more secrets, no more hiding. I promise.”

[undomielsila]

His words failed to comfort her. No one was supposed to know, not even her brothers. Especially not my brothers. “We are in luck then.” Her arms curled around his strong form and her fingers buried themselves in the famous masses of golden locks. “You can give them what they want and hopefully they will remain silent about this.” 

         No doubt they will come and approach         me aboutit. What am I to say? 

  “And if not...sooner or later we need to tell.” She cupped his face and pulled   his head away with utmost care, to make him look at her. There was worry   tugging at Arwen’s brow, but her lips smiled. “We--started this the wrong way,   I realised now. You should have courted me openly and give my father indica-   ations, instead of us surprising him now. He would received it better with honesty.” 

But he was not to blame, Arwen made certain he knew that,  smiled wider and kissed his lips, standing on her toes to do so. “I know he will be shocked at first, but not opposed. Why would he? You are a fabled lord, a good man. The best man I could imagine.” A proud glint danced in her eyes as she  looked up at him, biting her lip. “But do not think too much of it, now that I said that.”

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22 of 25 pictures from The Lord of the Rings

[jgatzsby]

and there will be no comfort for you                  no comfort to e a s e the p a i n of his passing.

[sxlvan-blog]

Tauriel’s head dips in a brief bow upon Arwen’s greeting. Though Arwen’s face was kind, lovely, and everything good, there was still a sense of tension in Tauriel. She doubted she stood straight enough, her armor too dirty, boots too worn, to even stand in the Lady’s presence. Self-consciousness was a feeling she rarely felt ( bar beneath Thranduil’s disapproving glares ), and her hands folded neatly behind her back in an attempt to tidy her appearance.

 While Tauriel was broken branches, dirty dresses and fiery hair, Arwen was a calm night sky, her eyes far brighter than any constellation Tauriel had ever seen. There was a weightlessness in Arwen’s air, so ethereal and pure, Tauriel felt that the dirt beneath her fingernails might offend the daughter of Elrond. 

 ”Captain Tauriel, of the Woodland Guard. You need no introduction, Arwen. The tales of your beauty do not lie.” 

[undomielsila]

To honeyed words and compliments, she was quite used to, but Tauriel seemed sincere in her admiration and Arwen's smile grew. She bowed her head in thanks, gestured towards the house behind her. She might as well keep the captain the company while the elder elves went about their counsels. 

"This is your first time in the valley, is it not?" A different thought occured to her, rather than going inside, she might lead Tauriel around. The day was warm and the sweet air of late spring filled the valley, along with the roaring of the many waterfalls. "May I show you around?" she suggested gently, turning away from the woodelf and walking over to the closest bridge that connected to another plateau with a house and a garden. 

Arwen did not mean to brag, she merely knew that mirkwood, being under constant attack, harbored soldiers that seldomly had the opportunity to relax and wander through new places. Tauriel was most likely needed every day, here she could explore her curiousness all she liked. "'Tis such a fine day for a walk."

[sxlvan-blog]

Moving outwith Mirkwood’s borders was rare — A first in over six hundred years. Tauriel stood as any soldier would, loyal beside her king, stature strong. With a movement of her hand, her guards dispersed, some taking to guarding the borders regardless of Elrond’s own force, ferocious and eager to wet their blades.               Thranduil had been firm, telling Tauriel of how to behave as to not offend their              hosts. She was brash, brave, fearless and unpredictable, somewhat amplified              by her Silvan blood. It was a trait not many other Elves outside of her own              people would appreciate, and so, she was careful to bow accordingly as she             approached the raven haired princess. 

           Tauriel had heard many tales of Arwen’s beauty, how her skin was fairer than the      freshest of snow, her hair darker than a starry night’s sky. Tauriel agreed whole      heartedly, the daughter of Elrond had truly been blessed with beauty equal to the      brightest of stars.                ”My lady,”

[undomielsila]

The delegation somewhat scattered, dismounted their horses and some remained with the king, those who were worthy of attending the council sessions. Apparently scholars were amongst the armed and armored Arwen had admired. She was pleasantly surprised to be addressed by the captain, had longed to interact with her in a way that seemed appropriate for their current situation and a first meeting.

"Mae g'ovannen." she smiled, her expression a little less frozen. Regality often came for the price of warmth, she had not yet mastered the way of her father who seemed like the heat of summer even when scolding. "What is your name if I may ask?"

She seemed young, the she-elf, even if fierce and focused on her duties. There was something lighthearted about her, not the dread and exhaustion that elder elves tended to carry with them, a result of a long life full of occurences. The lady's azures studied her closely, eyed the ears slightly larger than hers and the crimson of her tresses.

[undomielsila]

                                            to the loved ones that we’ve                                             lost along the way, and to the                                             hope that we see them again                                             someday.

[undomielsila]

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I had always wondered which woman were brave enough to marry such a complex being like the woodland king. She seems very happy with him.

[undomielsila]

➹

Oh no she almost pronounced this right..well the merchant surely sells loincloths too I am sure. Once he stopped laughing.

[undomielsila]

➹ :)

I am grateful that she thaught me so much, with such patience. But surely soon she will sail..

[undomielsila]

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I wish one day we will not meet in secret but enjoy a walk amidst the flowers like the other loving couples.

[undomielsila]

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For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought about yours

I am glad he returned from the hunt safe and sound. The world has grown rotten.

[i-gwarth]

I think it says a lot of the reverence the Woodelves have for their King that Tauriel asked Thranduil to "take her pain away"

[undomielsila]

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For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought about yours

I see he sprouts a stubble. I hope he does not shave it away, but allows it to remain. There are plenty of smooth male jaws around.

[king-aragorn-of-gondor]

  Aragorn knew his beloved’s words rang true, though it was still frustrating when they advised him after he had made up his mind. “There are still some amongst them who do not deem it fit for me to rule. More than one of them had sat on Dethanor’s council.”

He sighed and relaxed his arms around Arwen’s form, leaning back on the couch to offer her a more comfortable resting position. He should not surround himself with ‘yes men’ as the expression went. After a silence he spoke, mostly to himself. “I suppose at our next meeting I can set a few ground rules.”

However at his wife’s next words he raised an eyebrow, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “And why would they be at a loss with you?” he asked. “Surely you do not cause them as much trouble as your brothers?”

[undomielsila]

"Yes." she agreed, deeming her husband wise for his years, even if Elessar himself might not have the same trust in his ablities like she did. And Arwen knew what she spoke of, for even if now her time will come to an end eventually, she had spent over two millennia as one of the eternals amongst ancients. Amongst those who were scholars and those who were grand warriors. She had the fortunate chance to gather true wisdom. A mortal would never be able to catch up with such a privilege.

Sometimes she wondered if they were aware of their loss, or if to them, it was no true loss after all. Surely they did not want her pity and patronizing, especially now that she was not any better than they were. Some elves still wandering into the bright city of white stone called her fallen from grace. Arwen knew deep inside her heart that they were not right in their belittling, for she was happy and able to spend her days in love and peace.

"Denethor was a man of sorrow. But everyone has their merits and a ruler does not have to be a joyous man. Only a good ruler, which he were." A smile followed. "Not everyone is both a good king and a kind person like you. They will respect the boundaries you create and if not they will be punished. It is the way of old, it will continue this way. If you wish I can attend the next meeting along with you. They will falter between both the king and the queen."

She then gave a bright chuckle, the sound of tolling bells that rang through the halls. These little things she got to keep, little hints and traces of her otherwordly past. "I forget to ackowledge my newfound vulnerability." A pallid hand stroked her husband's beard. "Whether I stitch and prick my finger, or go for a ride and fall off the horse, it is not something I can brush off anymore. I need to take better care of my mortal shell."

[undomielsila]

Visitors from the woodland realm were a rarity, as the elvenking preferred to handle matters through written word and there were not many mutual matters to begin with. It had shrouded Mirkwood in a veil of mystery. Arwen barely knew anything about it aside from what the tomes of elven history told her. It must be interesting, this merge of cultures and a society far more militaristic than here in the safe valley of Imladris.

It showed, she thought, when the riders of Mirkwood passed through their gates and galopped over the bridges. The guards were clad in armor almost frightening, where Arwen's kin inflicted respect inside the hearts of their foes with noble armor, the woodelfs nested fear deep inside their prey and there was no doubt, they were effective. At the head rode an elleth, of flaming tresses like the rest of the company. This position in the formation alone betrayed her rank. Only their king's hair was of bright, cider colour. The evenstar remembered Thranduil, she could never forget such a sight as him. Tall and fair, commanding everything and everyone with a mere look of his blue eyes. And still was her gaze once again drawn to the she-elf.

She studied her fine features that bore the pride of her position, a watchful glint in sapphire hues that seemed to resemble the forest itself. There was a wilderness to her, especially next to her Sindarin king. 

The lady stood next to her father who was clad in his armor himself, having freshly returned from the hunt with boar and hare. On time, just like the delegation of king Thranduil. Where Elrond was adorned with gold, Arwen wore blues and silver, a pale moon in the courtyard. She bowed the dark head as the elves approached, showing respect where it was due. 

[alittlecurse-deactivated2016110]

I look youngBut inside I am oldAnd filled with the deathsOf other people.

Terry Moore (via malachimavet)