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independant & selective Freda for The Lord of the Rings. Please read through pages before interaction. **blog under construction

[lets-travel-to-middle-earth]

A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.

J.R.R. Tolkien (via lets-travel-to-middle-earth)

[wordsnquotes]

You make yourself strong because it’s expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts  (via deadraiiser)

[mulberry-cookies]

Ralph & Russo Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2015 (Details)

[warrsong]

datseabass:

           Cavern walls yawn ineffably higher, carrying the child’s voice for miles before the darkness claims it. Crumbling rock fills silence only otherwise occupied by dripping stalactites. A maw of wet, jagged rock once existed above her, but now there is nothing. Slick walls dry and fade to ash. Lucky for the child, she has a fur stole to counter the air that will now frost her breath. 

          “Lost…” wheezed whispers stain the air like toxic fumes, “or searching?”

             Tricks of light at about the child’s eye level flash and then vanish. Fingers of black extend to play with the ends of long hair, urge her deeper into the darkness that turns her pale knuckles purple against her candle. Soon all hints of warmth and light that her candle possesses will die out. 

             Electric blue lights appear before her, though they do not approach. Millions of pounds of rock obliterate so as to prevent the child from using them as a guide to find her way out, but the light at the mouth has been smothered. All that remains is her tiny candle, to which It steps forth and faintly catches the glow. 

                                      “Whatever did you hope to find in the dark?”

               A lie, folly, should she declare herself unafraid. Flesh chilled and pale in the shaded world beneath thick rock, breath hanging so evidently in the air about her. The comfort of her small flame no longer reaches her ------ fire does not feel warm close to her hand and instead it seems she stands as ice, buried beneath weighty fear that threatens to choke her.

                No words come, though pale lips do part, only a small sound of uncertainty. The world about her is alive, the dearth ever-growing. Once sturdy stone now feels weak beneath her feet as all of reality seems just to close in around her. Freda shakes her head, tendrils of once-golden hair now cast grey upon wetted cheeks.

                    ‘ I know not ------------ ’

                She cannot tell who she speaks with; what she speaks with. Yet an entity demands her attention, and she is not fool enough to ignore the ghosting voice, the deathly ( though so curiously delicate ) grip on her hair. Her back straightens, not a muscle nor sinew lapsed or at rest. Sense tells her to flee, to seek some hope that her eyes will find light once more, but her legs are lead; she will not move.

               Jaw tenses; if she cannot run and must stand, then she will do so with whatever pride and courage she can conjure from within the pits of her stomach as it twists and knots itself. Freda swallow, wills her eyes to remain open; with them she stares into a seeking abyss, one that beckons and pulls, that fascinates so incredibly.

                    ‘ But I have found something, haven’t I? ’

[warrsong]

Some people are just born to fight, I think. 

It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do. 

[warrsong]

      @ofthemark

                    ‘ There we are, Garulf. ’ 

               In response to her gift ( a modest half an apple ), her steed whinnies, nudges her now-empty hand with his nose. Freda grins, simply glad to spend such a quiet time after all that has passed. Hand rested now, upon trusted friend’s cheek, forehead gently rested against his muzzle, she speaks again ------ because it is what she needs. To keep her mind occupied and far away from the horrors it still is processing, and the uncertainty that threatens to swallow her. Threatens only, however, for she cannot allow herself to give in. For Éothain, for her mother.

               She is in the midst of telling Garulf just how handsome he is, even compared to all the King’s horses that surround them, when footsteps ( quiet for a time, but unmistakable ) tear her from her childish and dreamy state. Freda stands upright, skirts disturbing the hay upon the floor as she turns, and almost immediately drops her gaze. Colour flares her cheeks, pink for her embarrassment.

                    ‘ I was far away, my lord. ’ A pause, only a snort from the horse beside, followed by an unsettled chuckle from her, ‘ Forgive me. . . I did not know you were there. ’

[warrsong]

      @unerwunschte

                    ‘ There was blood --- so much of it that I thought I would taste it each time I breathed the air ----, and fire, and screaming. They swarmed like ants on the hill, destroying everything they came across. Black creations of the enemy we so foolishly thought we were safe from. ’

               Recalling such a time is a struggle, and Freda’s heart seems now to slow in her chest ( threaten to stop entirely ) with each second that passes, as the horror that is only a memory contorts itself, plays as though it is still reality. Yet, she has had much practice in masking her horror, the agony that swells upon recognising the great loss.

                    ‘ And just like that, so quickly, my home was gone. ’ A pause, eyes lift, ‘ Do you believe one can recover from that? ’

[theandsign]

[damnitfili]

middle earth aesthetics  |  ladies of rohan

[wnq-writers]

It’s a mistake to believe there is no beauty in the ordinary.

@sadierosesound (via wnq-writers)

[warrsong]

               STARTER CALL. To be written up tomorrow; mutuals only, and whatnot. Goodnight, chickadees!!

[notmygumdropbutton]

Darren Hayes “Secret Codes and Battle Ships” Starters

[warrsong]

[ Taken By the Sea ]

❝ Love, lay me down.  ❞ ❝ Slay me with whispers. ❞ ❝  Reassure me that it’s alright. ❞ ❝ I hit the deck, I hit rock bottom. ❞ ❝ You saw me, then you caught me. ❞ ❝ I looked up tat the sun and the fog cleared, I saw you. ❞ ❝  I want you and that’s so terrifying. ❞ ❝ On the surface I was perfect. ❞ ❝ Down, way down below I started believing I deserved it.❞ ❝ I want so much to believe that I won’t disappear in the water, that I won’t always be swimming against the tide. ❞

[ Don’t Give Up ]

❝ It’s six o’clock and I’m wide awake and dreaming.  ❞ ❝ I made a promise I was never going to hurt you. ❞ ❝  Don’t give up on our love story ❞ ❝  It’s always dark before the morning. ❞ ❝  You be a brave heart, I’ll be a lion’s roar. ❞ ❝  In the silence I hear every word you’re thinking. ❞ ❝  I can’t believe it’s come to this, all our secret codes and battle ships. ❞ ❝  I wanna run away from this but I never leave a sinking ship. ❞ ❝ Without you there’s no point to our story.❞

[ Nearly Love ]

❝ You can always tell I’m lying.  ❞ ❝ Well nobody is keeping score. ❞ ❝  I feel so cowardly. ❞ ❝ And now I love you only slightly less than I loved you. ❞ ❝ My heart is a lonesome ghost. ❞ ❝ I’d never feel you anyway. ❞

[ Black Out the Sun ]

❝ There’s no use imagining a world without you  ❞ ❝ Your love was like I drug I was addicted to. ❞ ❝  There is nobody else who could hurt like you hurt me. ❞ ❝ I don’t want to be lonely. ❞ ❝ I feel so wrong. ❞ ❝ All that we shared will slowly disappear. ❞ ❝  There is an emptiness inside of me. ❞ ❝ Since you’ve been gone all the world lost it’s meaning. ❞ 

[ Talk Talk Talk ]

❝ I know you keep your silence, I know that secret better than you.  ❞ ❝ Sometimes all the matters of the heart are the chaos and the cowardice that keep us apart. ❞ ❝  I know you want to shut down. ❞ ❝ I know you think we’re better alone ❞ ❝ Sometimes all the words are unsaid. ❞ ❝ Just breathe in and out. ❞ ❝  All I want to do is talk to you ❞ ❝ Sometimes, well, the miracle of love is meaningless and clumsy like the beating of a heart. ❞ ❝ You can hide away your feelings and burn your bridges in the dark. ❞ ❝ We’re worlds apart. ❞ 

[ Bloodstained Heart ]

❝ You’re in pieces.  ❞ ❝ There’s no one left to lay you down. ❞ ❝  Though we might fall, we’ll go out punching. ❞ ❝ I will never be the same.  ❞ ❝ I’ll follow you down to the ground. ❞ ❝ Even when you fall apart, I’ll pick up your bloodstained heart. ❞ ❝ Heaven still means something. ❞

[ God Walking Into the Room ]

❝ You and I, we got splintered  ❞ ❝ My friends tell me I should look around for somebody new, but they don’t know you. ❞ ❝  They don’t understand the gravity I’ve fallen into. ❞ ❝ I still feel you. ❞ ❝ Every time we kiss it’s like God walking into the room. ❞ ❝  Forgive me, love. ❞ ❝  I can’t give you up. ❞ ❝ Can I make a confession?  ❞ ❝ They don’t look into your eyes and tremble like I do. ❞ ❝ I’ve never felt this before. ❞ ❝  My faith in love will bring you back to me. ❞ 

[ Hurt ]

❝ Got a way of disappointing like you wouldn’t believe  ❞ ❝ I can take a good intention and turn it on it’s head. ❞ ❝  I can make you pray to God and wish we’d never met. ❞ ❝ I can make you hurt. ❞ ❝ I can take you down so low I’ll make you want to cry. ❞ ❝ I can make you say ‘goodbye’. ❞ ❝  You’d be better off when I’m not around. ❞ ❝ I’m the kind of person who can barely be loved. ❞ ❝ I solve every equation with a push and a shove. ❞ ❝ If you get too close I’ll only push you away ❞ ❝ I was better lost before I was found. ❞ ❝ I’ve got a history of misery.❞

[ Roses ]

❝ What if I told you that your time was up?  ❞ ❝ In twenty-three hours the sun is gonna set forever. ❞ ❝  How would you spend your last night on earth? ❞ ❝ You can’t smell the roses when you’re gone. ❞ ❝  This is not a rehearsal. ❞ ❝ You only get one life, so make it right. ❞ ❝  What if I told you that I had regrets? ❞ ❝ I would trade all my happiness for one last kiss. ❞ ❝ A second chance, it rarely comes around.❞

[  Stupid Mistake ]

❝ I don’t wanna love.  ❞ ❝ I don’t want faith. ❞ ❝  I don’t want to start another war. ❞ ❝ Did I lose you? ❞ ❝ Don’t lovers always get what they want? ❞ ❝ I made a stupid mistake. ❞ ❝  I got lazy on the wrong side of love ❞ ❝ Now I’m searching every face , every crowd for you. ❞ ❝ I don’t understand what I’m leaving.❞ ❝ I don’t wanna pray ❞ ❝  I don’t want forgiveness from above when none of this was of my believing. ❞ ❝ Did I choose to fall down? ❞ ❝ I’ve been stripped of everything that ever made me converse. ❞

[  Cruel, Cruel World ]

❝ I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel without my tiny little pills.  ❞ ❝ I’m wet behind the ears ❞ ❝ I found myself in such a cruel, cruel world. ❞ ❝ Nobody gets me like you. ❞ ❝ Everyone left me but you. ❞ ❝ You’re the only one who gets through. ❞ ❝  The only one I let through is you. ❞ ❝ You get me through this cruel, cruel world. ❞ ❝ I’ve been a battle for too long.❞ ❝ All my happiness is gone. ❞ ❝ All I wanna do is crawl back home to you. ❞

[  The Siren’s Call ]

❝ It was the sweetest melody.  ❞ ❝ I can almost taste happiness. ❞ ❝  I can almost feel your embrace. ❞ ❝ It’s not beautiful or pure. ❞

[warrsong]

      @ofrohirrim

                    ‘ War has come and gone, mother, and I am happy here. ’

               To prove her point, she smiles, masks any exasperation or concern with brightness that takes a few seconds to fade. She recalls war, and the constant danger that seemed to chase them all, but here in the White City, with the threat to the east destroyed, Freda feels safe, and at home. For the first time in many long months.

                    ‘ I love you, and I am glad you are visiting me here but. . ., This change will be good for me. Please understand that. ’

[warrsong]

      @daughterofforgottenkings

                    ‘ You know these lands better than I, no? ’

               The lady before her now seems to be one born of the earth, the very way she moves atop the soil speaks highly of her skill. Freda eyes her now, uncertain and quiet for a time. She has so little offer, and she is aware; such is why her following query remains somewhat hushed.

                     ‘ Would you be my guide, for a time? I only seek shelter. ’

[warrsong]

   @datseabass  

               SHADOWS DO CLING, and nip at her heels. The chill’s tendrils against her cheeks colour them pink as a shiver crawls up her spine. Her own curiosity is at fault here, and indeed she knows it. Lost within a maze beneath the earth, for the sake of myths and rumours. Eothain has told her tales, of mystical beasts beneath the earth and stone; childishly, she has decided to blame him ------ should she ever find home again, she will have to tell him off. These caves have, since her coming across them, only brought her distress. Aye, she denies any hint of enjoyment at this venture, of sated interest and desired adventure.

               A sound, one that causes her to move so swiftly that her candle almost diminishes. A breath caught in her throat, as cold as the damp air about her and fingers clench around the freezing metal of her light’s holder. Perhaps the childrens’ tales are true, perhaps one is not alone down here.

                    ‘ Are you as lost as I? ’ Little, she hears, deep within the hillside’s caverns, ‘ I think neither of us should be down here. ’

[warrsong]

                    Tentative starter call, because I spy people on the dash this morning. If anyone mutuals do want one, they’ll be written up after work today. If not, then simply Good morning, chickadees!!

[warrsong]

[warrsong]

          ‘ Were you afraid? ’                          Fires did swell and children clung hopelessly to their mothers’ legs. Smoke heavy in the air and the sharp scent of death assaulting her senses as all she ever knew as home began to BURN. She can remember her brother’s weeping, despite the effort he put forth to remain strong. And as their horse cantered away with them riding atop, she looked back and saw death at their heels; and fears it has followed her ever since.                               ‘ —— Yes, but I still survived. ’