House of the Heavenly Arch

"But they of the Heavenly Arch being a folk of uncounted wealth were arrayed in a glory of colours, and their arms were set with jewels that flamed in the light now over the sky. Every shield of that battalion was of the blue of the heavens and its boss a jewel built of seven gems, rubies and amethysts and saphires, emeralds, chrysoprase, topaz, and amber, but an opal of great size was set in their helms. Egalmoth was their chieftain, and wore a blue mantle upon which the stars were embroidered in crystal, and his sword was bent-now none else of the Noldoli bore curved swords-yet he trusted rather to the bow, and shot there with further than any among the host." Indie Egalmoth RPer tracking: uponafloweredcrest I am of age.

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goldenglorfindel replied to your post: goldenglorfindel replied to your post: ...

Please tell me you’re going to be writing a little at least? (Am sick so not really here atm)

I might be a little bit yes, as much as life allows me to. Probably won’t be a lot but ;; I’m around!

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OMG!!!!!! YOU!!!! LET ME LOVE YOU!

[ spreads arms wide ] No let me love YOU !!! [ smothers with hugs and love ]

[uponafloweredcrest]

As surprising as it might be, I am definitely still alive~~

[eldamaranquendi]

[nevui-penim-miruvorrr]

@elanna-elrondiel

Glorf and Egalmoth talking about jewelry 

/prob glorf buying this necklace for u know who lel/

[claracivry]

When people mention the end of the Hobbit

AU fics

[uponafloweredcrest]

Kill Me, because you know you want to write how that happened.

Egalmoth & Amrod

“Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?”

“Is the silmaril there.”

Sharp gray hues were set upon the red-haired whom stood before him, taking in his form with lips tightly upon one another. He was one of the brothers, there was no doubt about that. And the one of the Heavenly Arch would not admit it aloud, but he looked calmer then he felt… This was the final line. If the other made it past him, they would have access to Elwing and the two boys he had seen grow. No, he could not allow such a thing to happen. It stopped here, even if it would take his life.

“I feel no need to tell, in all honesty.” commented Egalmoth simply, sounding more steady then he felt. “Turn away now, I will not let you pass. You will have to take my life if you wish so…”

There was a silence that rang, a silence in which the red-head turned his head for a second to look at the few Noldor whom had made it here with him.

For a second, Egalmoth prayed it wouldn’t be so. That the other would turn away instead of putting his life on the line. But alas, his prayers went unheard as the red-head turned back to him and readied his sword.

“Then we fight.”

“… So be it…”

No… No this was wrong. He did not wish to fight those of his own kind. He did not wish to look upon them as an enemy. And most of all, he wished not to kill. Yet there were those behind him. Mere elflings, then Elwing, wife to Eärendil.

He could not see them caught and perhaps even killed…

Metal clashed against metal and the two danced the dance of the swords, swirling  around one another and avoiding being cut. They kept a steady gaze upon  each other, making sure not to falter. If all, he could have pretended it was merely a spar. An intense spar. And there was a part of him that screamed that he wished it so. In another life, the two of them might have been friends, challenging one another to their skill with the sword.

In this life, they were not.

And soon, even Egalmoth had to start realizing that the battle fought was not a mere spar and he could fool himself no longer, when he received the first wound upon his face. It was then, lithe and swift as the red-haired proved to be that Egalmoth turned more serious within the battle.

And though the battle was not long for the on-watching, for Egalmoth it seemed to be hours upon hours. He did not tire quickly, but felt a weight falling upon his heart. Soon, more Noldor would come… And he could not guarantee the protection of those behind him if this dragged on… And he could not guarantee the safety of the one he fought with either.

It was then that the Lord from the House of the Heavenly Arch moved forward with grace, his attacks turning stronger with each slash made. Their blades clashing with more ferocity, his eyes darkening as he pushed back the red-haired one.

Though Egalmoth was not without wounds, he no longer stood on defense only. The sword within his hand slashed and drank the blood of the son of Fëanor this day, earning pained cries from the one he fought with.

Already, Egalmoth knew he could not live with himself were he to survive this…

There was a faint noise that reached his ears, the wailing of a child. Elrond? Elros? Worry flitted across his face for a second, head turned. A mistake.

He met the ground after managing to move aside from the oncoming sword, glancing up. Their eyes locked for but a split second before he reacted.

He could hardly recall what happened, how it happened.All he knew was that the red-head was pinned to the wall, and his sword was dug deep into the body of the red-haired Noldo. Time seemed to freeze, and a look of horror came upon his features as he heard the other give a weak cough, blood soon trickling down his chin. It only confirmed to him that his blade had struck true.

No. NO!

His mind shrieked at him, clawed at his hair, wailed out.

But he stood rigid to the spot, frozen in time, heart drumming rapidly beneath his chest.

A vow broken.

And only when the light within the other’s eyes started to dim, his last sight being the shocked face of his killer, did he finally snap out of it. The other’s head rested upon his shoulder, where the blood started to drip upon his clothing. The hair, he found, was quite soft and perhaps not as red as he first had thought it to be… And finally then did it click deep within him and he realized that none of this was a bad dream. Egalmoth wished he could have killed himself on the spot he stood at. He had murdered another of his kind. 

Taking a trembling step back, he finally held onto the ellon and removed his sword with a shaky hand. His other arm wrapped securely around the ellon’s waist, though he knew him to be dead, he could not just drop him on the ground…

He was barely aware of the cries that resounded behind him, the cries of the Noldor that had been with the red-haired.

No. He wished to scream. No I had not wanted this. This is not what I wanted.

Even so far went he, that he prayed to Eru himself to undo his deed.

But such a thing would not be so.

And the son of Fëanor was not the only blood spilled that day…For those with the red-head cried for revenge for the young son.  And Egalmoth’s heart cracked more with each wound he caused upon the Noldor that opposed him.

Though it shattered to pieces the moment he heard someone cry out the name ‘Ambarussas’, and he was met by a red-haired ellon. No doubt, it was Maedhros. Oldest of the line of Fëanor… And his eyes wandered down to the ellon he had rested carefully against the wall.

Eyes were lifted and settled upon Maedhros. He would defend, yet no longer would he harm.. He could not…

He prayed the other would release him of the guilt that wrecked his heart.

[uponafloweredcrest]

tbqh my headcanon still stands that Egalmoth managed to strike down Amburassa during the Third Kinslaying. Something Egalmoth regrets greatly still for it was the first elven blood he had spilled. He is later struck down by Maedhros.

[hadhodrim]

Egalmoth was a Noldorin elf of Gondolin, and leader of the Folk of the Heavenly Arch. He wore a blue mantle upon which stars were embroidered in crystal. The House of the Heavenly Arch was one of the Twelve Houses of the Gondolindrim.

requested by sehnsuchtskrank

[alyruko]

I am so ready for gondolin week just look at this sparkliest of escort quests

(also trying to relearn my lineless style for commissions I need to finish… I think I’m getting back in the hang of it though)

[alannada]

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She looked back at him above her shoulder and gave him a small smile. "I think that things can always be better than they are. Or worse." Aratinwe chuckled at his bow when she returned. "My lord, you shouldn’t bow before me," she said and put the basket on the table. "I am not a lady, just a storyteller who has an orchard." She peeked at him, removed the cloth and took off the basket a bottle of apple wine, a plate with an apple pie and a few red and yellow apples. She took off it also a small cup and put all those things before the lord. "Here you have it, my lord," she smiled at him, warmly. "My best apples." She was pleased that one of noble lords came to her orchard to taste her fruits ad hoped that he’d find them tasty.

[uponafloweredcrest]

"Nonsense. No-one is just someone. And I do not see why I should not bow for one who shows me kindness." laughed the male, eyes glistening up before he took the items given, dipping his head down gratefully. "May I also bring some back with me for my friends? I am sure they too would enjoy such delicacies." he spoke, giving her a toothy smile before pouring some of the apple wine in the cup given.

"Will you join me for a drink then?" he finally offered, gesturing to the free place before him. "I would like the company. Aside that, perhaps some stories could be told?"

[uponafloweredcrest]

Egalmoth, are you up for some floor execise or meditation, or are you busy? -- ofthetree

The male rose an eyebrow at the words spoken by his friend, finally letting his lips twitch upward. “I would not mind some exercise or meditation at all, my friend.” he spoke, pushing himself up and stretching. “I will follow.”

[ofthetree]

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Stepping aside, Galdor moved an arm to gesture for the other to pass first and lead the way. “I myself greatly enjoy training in the gardens, so you find that door already wide open, friend.” His smile widened, but remained controlled and polite.

[uponafloweredcrest]

Egalmoth's smile brightened a tad bit at those words as he placed a hand to his chest and dipped his head down. "I am glad to hear that, friend." he spoke, making his way through the door and heading toward the gardens with Galdor. "Has your day been well? And are those of your House well too?" he questioned, looking over at the other.

[uponafloweredcrest]

☂ ☂ ☂ ☂ ☂ ☂ ☂ ☂ bye

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

Egalmoth would not lie. When he had started this day, he had not expected it to take such a turn. He had thought it would remain as peaceful and simple as ever it had been. But it had not gone that way. Instead he found himself within the rain, and not alone, no. In stead there were two hands grabbing his shoulders, lips upon his own, and water trickling down his face, only to fall to the ground.

And finally, the two had parted.

He could not help the way his brows furrowed into a scowl. “Orodreth! Do not do that again! This is no game!” he breathed out, taking a step back.

[artaresto]

"Must you always be so boring?" the younger one retorted with a scoff. Orodreth crossed his arms upon his chest, lifting his chin up to try and look down on the taller ellon. "You should entertain me. I am your prince."

[uponafloweredcrest]

"Must you always be so needy." retorted the dark-haired in turn, raising an eyebrow at the other and folding his arms in turn. "You are mistaken, you are not my prince, young one. Turgon is my King. Are you his child? I think not. Therefore, you are not my prince."

[aewlaer]

You could have written, he wanted to say, but the sentence died before it could reach his lips. He glanced at Egalmoth, smiling a little at the light touch, which didn’t even make him so much as flinch. “I suppose you’re right. I’ve been doing much exploring myself. Lately I’ve been keeping close to Tuilingarth since father is in Tirion. But it is good to see you again.”

[uponafloweredcrest]

He noted the look on his friend's face, keeping their eyes locked for a second before they fall to the ground. "Forgive." the words spoken are quiet, a frown upon his face. "I should have kept in touch, forgive me Duilin." he stated softly before letting the corner of his lips slowly twitch up. "All is well in Tirion?" he questioned. "I have missed much, it almost feels.. Will you keep me company, Duilin?"

[nolofinwefingolfin-deactivated2]

"You’re true. And I think the tale must be wonderful because it keeps you here, in the library. The day is so lovely, why would you not go and read on fresh air, in a garden?" he asked, a bit teasingly. "I can show you my favorite place to read if you wish."

[uponafloweredcrest]

The male blinked a few times before finally rising from his chair, dipping down his head. "I shall take your advice and instead resume my reading in the garden. Under the sun, I must admit, sounds much better then stuffed away here." he laughed softly, eyes glistening up.

[gerwell]

Varda.

Not super satisfied with the result, might touch it up sometime.

[toomuchlemons-deactivated202007]

Írimë Lalwendë

the third child of Finwe and Indis