Sound of Horns

Oromë - Lord of the Hunt

[pxnxply]

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"My lord. Oromë," He felt he ought to bow, but the cold and age had made his knees stiff, and he only inclined his head and hoped it was respectful enough. He hated the cold; it reminded him of the dark and damp dungeon of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. "Thank you."

[wadfrea]

Orome looked upon the aged man before him, his eyes showing a fondness in them like a father watching his child discovering and exploring the unknown for the first time. A magic shifted around them and comfortable chairs with warm furs appeared for the two to sit in, “I hope you dont mind I am keeping you from your wife for a moment or more, but there is... things I wish to discuss with you. I have been granted a permission from Eru and am curious what you might think and say of my proposal.”

[pxnxply]

"It is her anger you must face for making her wait, my lord." Beren said, fond and teasing, as he sat down with a groan of relief. The warmth was so much better.

He could not imagine what Lord Oromë would want with him. He was not a hunter - he had not been since his father died, and the beasts of the wilds had guided him to Doriath.

"What is it, my lord?"

[wadfrea]

He chuckled softly, well aware of the scorn of a wife made to wait overlong, but part of him felt Luthien would be less angry when she heard what news he brought, “It is a choice, for you to make, but you need not answer right away. You can take my words to your family and discuss it with them, find where you wish to go and then blow a horn and I will return for your answer.”

Orome closed his eyes, “Across the sea in Aman, I hunt and train younglings and not so young ones in a forest so massive that you could not imagine the steps taken to walk one end to another. It is here that our great father, Eru, has granted to me a special permission for those who’s hearts and akin to mine. Hunters and adventurers who have loved the forest and its animals, who hunt without cruelty and learn all they can without leaving the land ruined.”

“When men who are like this, men like you, Beren, part from life they may choose to go and live on in this forest, and take their life mate with them to live there as well. You would have to stay in the wood, but you could go there, where the elves live instead of following other Men to their mysterious afterlife. You are the first I bring this offer to. So take your time.”

[pxnxply]

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"My lord. Oromë," He felt he ought to bow, but the cold and age had made his knees stiff, and he only inclined his head and hoped it was respectful enough. He hated the cold; it reminded him of the dark and damp dungeon of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. "Thank you."

[wadfrea]

Orome looked upon the aged man before him, his eyes showing a fondness in them like a father watching his child discovering and exploring the unknown for the first time. A magic shifted around them and comfortable chairs with warm furs appeared for the two to sit in, “I hope you dont mind I am keeping you from your wife for a moment or more, but there is... things I wish to discuss with you. I have been granted a permission from Eru and am curious what you might think and say of my proposal.”

[wadfrea]

[pucksources]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌. 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

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how long are their nails? do they paint them?

what is their hair texture? do they take good care of it, if they have any?

what are their favorite fabrics? least favorite?

what is their skin texture?

do they have a skincare routine? if yes, how involved is it?

what does their sweat smell like?

body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax?

name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without.

does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets?

do they get hay fever? if so, how bad?

do they have any sensitivities to smells?

do they have any sensitivities to tastes?

do they have any sensitivities to textures?

is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?)

what is their favorite genre of music?

what is their favorite flavor in food?

what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.)

what household chore do they absolutely hate doing?

what household chore do they like doing?

do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces?

in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners' clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen?

do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show?

if forced to wear socks, what kind do they prefer? ( ankle? crew cut? patterned? plain? )

what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol )

what is their favorite snack food?

what do their hair care products smell like?

how dedicated are they to their favorite color? must everything they own be that color? do they even care that much?

what does their perfume smell like, and how much do they put on?

do they prefer the overhead lights on in their house? or are they an ambient lighting/holiday lights around the house kinda person?

[sauronnaise-deactivated20260515]

Celegorm: I got tired from doing the laundry.

Celegorm: Guess what? I decided I won't wear clothes anymore.

Celegorm: No clothes, no laundry, no problem.

Celegorm: Modern problems require modern solutions.

Oromë, to Fëanor: I swear it isn't me.

[thefatedfinwe]

Righto so…. for new followers, I have been pretty sick so my brain is dumb, feel free to send me anything you want to. I might be slow but will do my best to reply unless tumblr eats them. All my muses are super approachable except Melkor, but well… he’s Melkor. If you have any questions go ahead and ask, it does make my day to see the little number over my assbox.

[adanedhel]

oromë/celegorm

[wadfrea]

Orome is now pondering what Tilion would look like as a lady. He knows he himself is lovely as a lady, but a bit petite for his own tastes.

[wadfrea]

Orome and Vana are still very in a gift giving mood but unsure what Children are wise to approach with their presents.

[wadfrea]

“Hmmm, now to think what more I might do...”

[wadfrea]

“So many lovely children of the forests... I do want to send them gifts, but what shall it be?”

“Most appreciate any gift so long as their is feeling in the act, my dear,” Vana said amused at her husband lost in his thoughts.

[jolteon-rph]

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[wadfrea]

ibrisaduz​:

A light blush spread across Tilion’s cheeks and nose; the idea of such an event coming to pass sounded wild to the Maia, but it seemed to be a high honor nonetheless.

That’s a lot to live up to. I really have to make smart decisions now.

“Obviously the part about Eru telling you I’m supposedly going to be your greatest source of pride soon,” Tilion rolled his eyes, flustered and intimidated by the thought. “I don’t know. Maybe Telperion will knight me or something..”

“Already you fill me with pride each day, I cannot imagine what more you will do, but it is what I was told, and thus I wanted to prepare you a gift suitable for whatever this might be,” He set down his carving, leaning back and watching the maia as he relaxed, “You know this right? That I am greatly honoured you choose to follow me over all the others. You could easily be a companion of one greater, Tulkas or Manwe or Irmo.”

[wadfrea]

Orome sits looking at some of his new leather still drying from its staining and ponders over the pattern of carvings and painting he will do to the gift. It was not often he made more decorative leathers for anyone but today felt like a day to be more creative. Still unsure he took a bit of scrap, never one to toss anything that might be used and sat to practice some designs.

[ibrisaduz]

Fresh from a chase, Tilion wordlessly sits to watch Oromë work. His curious interest likely radiates through their bond as the Maia is always easy to let his guard down around the Vala.

[wadfrea]

A small smile appears on his lips and with an incline of his head Orome beckoned Tilion closer, “I received a few notes of Song from Eru,” He told his most trusted maia, “That soon I would be finding myself prouder than ever I have been and you would be the source of it. He showed me shapes I have not seen before,” He turned the practiced carving and paintings to Tilion. There was a tree that he was more versed in. But also a range of shapes that one day people would know as the phases of the moon, “What do you think?”

[ibrisaduz]

The silver maia crept closer, looking curiously at the carvings. Tilion smelled of grass, dirt, and moss, and he had mud stains all over his clothes and feet. It took a moment for Oromë’s words to sink in.

“Hmm, I can’t say I’ve seen them either. The tree is clear enough, it looks like- wait. What did you say?”

[wadfrea]

“I said a lot, what is it?” He asked and continued to work now that he was sure that Tilion did not know either. His next practice was a stag. If this was to be a gift for his silver Maia it seemed clear to illustrate all he could of what linked the two together.

[wadfrea]

Orome sits looking at some of his new leather still drying from its staining and ponders over the pattern of carvings and painting he will do to the gift. It was not often he made more decorative leathers for anyone but today felt like a day to be more creative. Still unsure he took a bit of scrap, never one to toss anything that might be used and sat to practice some designs.

[ibrisaduz]

Fresh from a chase, Tilion wordlessly sits to watch Oromë work. His curious interest likely radiates through their bond as the Maia is always easy to let his guard down around the Vala.

[wadfrea]

A small smile appears on his lips and with an incline of his head Orome beckoned Tilion closer, “I received a few notes of Song from Eru,” He told his most trusted maia, “That soon I would be finding myself prouder than ever I have been and you would be the source of it. He showed me shapes I have not seen before,” He turned the practiced carving and paintings to Tilion. There was a tree that he was more versed in. But also a range of shapes that one day people would know as the phases of the moon, “What do you think?”

[wadfrea]

Orome sits looking at some of his new leather still drying from its staining and ponders over the pattern of carvings and painting he will do to the gift. It was not often he made more decorative leathers for anyone but today felt like a day to be more creative. Still unsure he took a bit of scrap, never one to toss anything that might be used and sat to practice some designs.

[wadfrea]

Do you like spears or bows better?

"Depends on the situation. For large game hunting or fighting I prefer a spear. For small game or the pleasure of the sport, the bow."