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independent tolkien oc . limirel, of minas tirith . wandering healer multi-fandom || multi-verse || multi-ship tracking :: xcanestad

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Friendly reminders about roleplaying with me;;

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♥ I have skype  and will gladly share it if asked for it. ♥ I love plotting and it is always much appreciated. ♥ I love asks of all kinds! Want to know something ooc? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that relate overall to fandom? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that pertain to a certain verse? Send it in! ♥ Short paras via ask are love. ♥ Random starters are SUPER love. ♥ Most of all : never be afraid to approach me because I’m the biggest dork and as intimidating as a happy feet dancing penguin.

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                           ❛ʜᴏᴍᴇ • ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ • ʀᴜʟᴇs • ᴀsᴋ❜

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wrathenduring:

Orodreth jolted upright at the sudden voice and looked around for a second, startled at who or what had disrupted his afternoon nap. He had chosen a sunny little meadow just within the confines of Lord Elrond’s land, where he had wandered with the old horse that kept him company on his long walks. The horse was standing in the shadows of the trees, lazily lifting his head at the woman.

Frowning, Orodreth rubbed his eyes. He was glad he wasn’t in quite so bad a condition anymore as he had been just weeks ago, or the poor woman might have been the one to be startled. His skin was still paper-thin and of a slightly unnatural white, but most of the scarring had subsided, at least in his face.

"You will have to ask this question to the guards of Lord Elrond’s realm," he said, still sleepy, then his eyes fixed on the woman. "I don’t recognize you. Are you a guest of Rivendell?"

Lingering only created worry that quickly creased her forhead and made her lips purse together tightly. But, he was an Elf, and her skills were probably not needed--especially not with Lord Elrond so close. He was a far more skilled healer than she. Be that as it may, it did not stop the concern, and green eyes remained fixed upon him as she crossed her arms lightly for lack of better things to do.

"He might be lord of the realm, but I could still be interrupting your rest," she replied softly with a slow shake of her head. "I am. My name is Limirel. But, are you well? Should I send for someone?"

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godlly:

veritii ; abslved ; xcanestad ; nxfas

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                               ⊰ ❛  could you give me some directions?  ❜ ⊱

                  "--Do you not know all ways? How could you ever be lost?"

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margozofrhun:

Why a Gondorian would want to help the same people they have subjugated, expelled, colonized and even were objective of genocides since the beginning of times? This is something that Margöz cannot understand. He looked at the lady. She was unarmed for sure. But that basket? And how she knows about the plague that is devastating the plains of the east? And what are those herbs? are those medicinal herbs or more poison? He doubts, his nature says he must doubt. Without taking out his eyes of her, with a nod, he speaks to the guards of the gates, to low the polearms, she seems to be not dangerous, or at least, in a combative way.                                ”Ene ni zügeer shüü , ta khamgaalagch buuruulakh bolomjtoi” Again he tries to speak to her in her same tongue, even when he knows his accent is very primitive.

                                         ”What… those herbs? How you know… plague?”

Limirel was patient, and he could take all the time he wished. She had been warned against this paricular journey (they were fine with her walking the crater near the once Dark Lands, but not this?) and yet she was here. It was not in her nature to turn away from those in need. Even with the ground stained red in the blood between the two represented here. But even that could not stay the ways of compassion--not from her, at least.

"They are healing herbs, from our stores in the Houses of Healing. I heard of the plague from someone who traveled through your lands and fell ill." She pursed her lips, hoping he understood. "I am a healer; it is my job to care for the sick--if you will not concede to my help, then please, take the herbs. Boil them in water and have the sick drink it."

Another step back, trying to prove her intentions. If she wanted to harm someone, she would have done so already. "Do you not think enough blood has been spilled? Do not let more die because of distrust."

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❧ 【 gonowandspeedwell 】

"You should watch where you're going! It's rude to push people aside like that."

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quicktoanger:

Caranthir regarded the little adaneth for a moment. She did not look to be a warrior, but surely as a lone traveler she was more competent than appearances would suggest. Still… “I am wandering without destination of my own. This settlement of yours is as good a goal as any, if you would not mind a companion for a little while.”

"Of course not! Please, I welcome company. It gets far too quiet when it is only myself." Limirel shook her head, but the smile was still bright as ever when she looked back up to the Elf. "Shall we?" She waved a hand before starting to walk.

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sindxrin:

               ❝  Safer paths still dwell within this forest, under the guard’s watch. Though what brings you here? ❞

"Those should be marked," Limirel responded with a shudder. She tugged some webbing away from her hood with a shudder. "I am simply traveling through--it is the quickest route, after all. I am heading towards Rivendell from Gondor. I... I am sorry if I was rude." She pursed her lips, "I just do not like spiders."

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incxntxtrix:

❝Thank you, Limirel. It is quite reassuring to know that there are some in this world who would welcome a stranger into their homes, no matter how unsavoury the stranger may seem.❞ She bowed her head slightly, adjusting her bow over her shoulder and watching the woman with a curious expression.

"I believe in kindness for all. I am a healer, after all. To deny someone would be to do harm, and I--I do not really do that." She smiled before waving a hand towards a seat. "Please, sit down? You must be tired."

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arwenelvenstar:

"You are not bothering me at all." Arwen reassured her with a soft smile. "You are less lost then you think you are milady. You’re not that far from the Last Homely House. I can show you the way it’s not that far anymore." 

Limirel almost immediately brightened at the offer, a sentiment that showed through her gracious grin. "Oh, really? That would be lovely. I had a map, you see, but--" Her face scrunched before she shook her head, "--it was misplaced. Let us leave it at that. I am Limirel of Minas Tirith, and I thank you for any help you can give."

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littlelakegirl:

"I like little spiders, if I have to be honest. I love the nets they spin, they always look so pretty" She remembered how she had kept a little spider in one corner of the house and how hard it had been too protect it from her sister’s broom without anyone noticing. She nodded at Limriel. "Yes, we really should leave, it is a long walk back, isn’t it? My real name is Matilda though, I like Tilda more"

"Then you are a mite braver than I, sweet one. They just creep me out. With all their little legs crawling about--" Limirel cut herself off with a shiver. No, no she did not like spiders. Not since she was a child and found a nest of them in her pillow. "It is!" She nodded in the direction before starting to walk, careful to be slow so that Tilda could catch up. "I think your name is very pretty. If you'd like, you can call me Limi. Only my parents do that, but you may if you like."

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margozofrhun:

The Easterling stared at the healer with narrowed eyes, examining her, his accent it’s clear, she’s not from here, she comes from west. He almost moved to let her pass, but suddenly… what’s this? A Galathilion sigil? Gondor? No way. He would not let her pass under any circumstances. That white tree has blood in his roots, trunk, branches and leaves, Blood of his kin, blood of his ancestors, brothers and sisters. He tries to speak in that cursed tongue named westron.

"you… not welcome here"

Limirel frowned, her head tilting to the side immediately when silence was her first reply. She thought about taking a small step backwards, but she clamped down on that instinct. To show weakness would not gain her access. "I am unarmed and I do not bring harm. There's a plague, isn't there? I come bringing only herbs and medicine. You may check if you do not believe me. I understand if you do not." With that, she placed down her bag and the basket she was carrying and walked backwards a few steps. "I promise. I only want to help."

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ok, so i'm actually here!! if you want a starter--like this post and i will get right on it! :D

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i was going to do things here--but i'm too distracted. i'm sorry. maybe later!!!

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okay so like here's the deal. i got really really wrapped up in rereading/reading the Artemis Fowl series this past week. so i aM SORRY. BUT I'M HERE NOW AND GONNA DO THINGS I SWEAR!!

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lxghtbringer:

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       “If I do, I may scare you…”

  "That is a mighty big if, is it not? Do you prefer shadows to the light? Will you not allow me my own opinion?"

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❧ 【 lxghtbringer 】

"I can feel you there. Won't you come out? There is hardly a need to hide in the shadows."