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Princess of the Reunited Kingdom
Indie Tolkien OC blog. Elhiriel Telcontar, daughter of Aragorn and Arwen. FC: Alyssa Sutherland. Mun and Muse of Age
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calenefite:
Tucking his wallet back into his bag with a soft smile, Elladan straightened the collar of her jacket and let his hand drop to her upper arm. “That sounds lovely, Elhiriel,” he returned, beginning to walk towards the exit of the café. Glancing over at the counter, he lifted his hand in a slight wave at the barista, pointing slightly at their table as an indication of the payment.
“I haven’t been to a bookstore in ages,” he continued, turning back to Elhiriel as they approached the tall glass door, holding out his hand to push it open. “It’ll be a nice change from being surrounded by computers all the time.” He leaned against the door to hold it open for her, stepping out into the bright warmth of the outside air.
Elhiriel smiled as she stepped outside, tugging her jacket a little closer. “I sympathize with that. You’d think an anthropology and classics major would spend more time with books. But I guess everything’s just on computers now.” She crept over to where the bird was still struggling to get out of the bag before bending over and tugging slightly on one end until the bird hopped out of the opening. She smiled and threw the bag in a near-by trash bin.
“I wonder why people can’t just throw things away instead of leaving them for animals to get stuck in.” She huffed softly, readjusting her jacket. “Shall we be off, then? Now that the bird is free?”
“That’s a fucking… bird.” //Modern verse smol blowing off finals with her uncle? Or anything else, really.
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Elladan laughed aloud, a bright and gentle sound, at the awkward comment from his niece. He looked upwards at where her eyes had wandered and grinned, his gaze falling onto the object that had sparked such a statement.
“It is, in fact,” he laughed, a pleasant smile on his face. Said ‘bird’ was a small sparrow, one that had gotten caught inside a paper bag outside the caféin which Elladan and Elhiriel were taking lunch. He watched as the little brown bird hopped in and out of the bag, the poor little thing obviously very confused as to why the world around it kept disappearing.
“Ah, poor little bird,” he said in pity, giving the bird one last glance before turning back to face Elhiriel, his delicate hand curling around the handle of his mug, swirling the last dregs of his latte about inside the white ceramic. “Should we go and help it?”
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* CHARACTER FLAWS MEME .
RULES : bold all that apply to your character ( italicize the ones that are iffy ) .
TAGGED BY : @isilmerian
TAGGING : Idk, whoever? Idek who follows me here tbh.
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REPOST, DON’T REBLOG!
Use THIS to make a chibi version of you and your muse, and then tag ten other people to do it!
Tagged by: @warriorprinceofthewoodlandrealm
tagging: @isilmerian, @calenefite, @endy-mixn, @narenefite
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Elhiriel smiled at her little sister, an arm wrapping around her shoulders, “I know because you are a determined and persistent person thel dithen. You will not let him turn you away.”
She leaned in and kissed her sister’s forehead, “Sometimes you simply have to trust that things will work out as they should. You are not made to fail. You will not let yourself anymore than I would let myself fail at something. Stubbornness is in our blood.” She smiled again and hugged her sister. “Would it ease your mind if I went with you?”
"everything will fall into place.”
Five word prompts || Accepting || @tothewesternsea
“But how can you know? We know not what the future holds, or how we will react until it is upon us. What if my actions lead to failure?”
Failure. Such a fate was not an option, for though the elves had long since left Endor, Eryn Lasgalen remained still, and rumor spoke of a hardened King, unkind to newcomers upon his lands. Still, the trade that Minas Tirith could gain from a successful negotiation would would help The Reunited Kingdoms from a potentially harsh winter; as was suggested would come upon the biting winds that already blew from the mountains. “What if he refuses to see me entirely? Will our people starve?”
#isilmerian#v: the road goes on#I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been so busy I forgot I remade this blog!
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calenefite:
“You can have it,” Elladan said with a kind little nod as he stood, picking up his satchel from the floor by its strap. He lifted it up to rummage about, pushing aside books and things to find his wallet. Glancing back up, he offered a smile to Elhiriel and set his bag back down on the chair he’d just vacated.
“I’ll get this,” he said, holding up his wallet and straightening the edge of his sweater. “As a treat; you’ve been exhausting yourself.” With a gentle pat to her arm, he opened his wallet and fished out fifteen dollars, setting it on the table neatly in a little collected pile. Putting the edge of his empty coffee cup on top of the corner of the bills, he straightened up and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Shall we be off then? As bird rescuers?”
Where once Elhiriel would have argued with her uncle about him paying she let the gesture go with a quiet huff as she slipped the cash she had found back in her pocket. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have paid for her food, but she was too tired to argue. Instead she smiled at her uncle and gave him a brief hug.
“Thank you, uncle.” She wrapped up the pastry in a couple of paper napkins and slipped it into her jacket pocket before pulling the beat-up denim on. “Of we go, as bird rescuers. And then I want to show you the weird little bookstore I found last month. I haven’t found time to get back and I think you’d like it.”
“That’s a fucking… bird.” //Modern verse smol blowing off finals with her uncle? Or anything else, really.
Oiseau || closed @tothewesternsea
Elladan laughed aloud, a bright and gentle sound, at the awkward comment from his niece. He looked upwards at where her eyes had wandered and grinned, his gaze falling onto the object that had sparked such a statement.
“It is, in fact,” he laughed, a pleasant smile on his face. Said ‘bird’ was a small sparrow, one that had gotten caught inside a paper bag outside the caféin which Elladan and Elhiriel were taking lunch. He watched as the little brown bird hopped in and out of the bag, the poor little thing obviously very confused as to why the world around it kept disappearing.
“Ah, poor little bird,” he said in pity, giving the bird one last glance before turning back to face Elhiriel, his delicate hand curling around the handle of his mug, swirling the last dregs of his latte about inside the white ceramic. “Should we go and help it?”
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greytwilight:
@tothewesternsea [ from ]
Elhiriel huffed in frustration at the older girl. “It looks like worse than a cut, cousin. You should let Ada look at it.”
She leaned in closer to get a better look at the injury, “How did you get hurt? And why won’t you let someone tend it? I can help even if you don’t want me to get Ada for you.” She bit her lip and started to dig in her bag before pulling out a jar of salve and some bandages. “I always have some just in case.”
[A]reth pulled her arm back a bit,
away from Elhiriel’s inquisitive
gaze. The movement made her
wince, as pain shot through the
wound and radiated down her
arm, all the way to the tips of
her fingers and then back again.
❝ I was breaking up a fight out
in the market square. One of
them thought it would be wise
to pull a knife. He managed to
get my arm before I could take
it from him, and before other
guards came over to help me
subdue him. ❞
[S]he slowly held her arm back
out again, carefully deciding to
let the younger girl treat it. Areth
had a cloth pressed against it
already in an attempt to staunch
the bleeding, but the fact that it
still bled made her reconsider if
it weren’t indeed worse than a
simple cut. A gash may have
been a better term.
❝ I know that I could go to your
father or to my brother to be
tended to, but I do not wish to
worry them. Or bother them,
if it is not too serious … ❞
Elhiriel frowned at the amount of blood present around the wound, “How long ago did you get hurt? This is a lot of blood for a simple cut.” She raised her eyebrow at the older woman in mimicry of the look she got from her mother. She cut a section of bandage and used it to clean the area of the wound, dabbing the blood away so she could get a better look. That done, she inspected the injury itself.
“Well, you won’t need stitches so long as you take it easy for a while.” She applied the salve and bandaged it carefully. “Don’t let it get wet, if it does you’ll need to change the bandage.” She cleaned her own hands, huffing softly, “It’s a good thing Ada’s making me learn the healing arts, I suppose.:
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“it’s just a cut, really.” (greytwilight - Areth)
Elhiriel huffed in frustration at the older girl. “It looks like worse than a cut, cousin. You should let Ada look at it.”
She leaned in closer to get a better look at the injury, “How did you get hurt? And why won’t you let someone tend it? I can help even if you don’t want me to get Ada for you.” She bit her lip and started to dig in her bag before pulling out a jar of salve and some bandages. “I always have some just in case.”
@greytwilight
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
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The Goddess of Thunder #3
‘today we mark the coming of the mother storm’
‘it roars down out of the void, just as it has for untold eons’
‘but that way, i now fear… is doomed’
‘but the winds do not blow as they once did’
‘the nights are never as cold as they were when i was a boy, lost in the storm’
‘so if you ask me… it was your dear departed king who had the last laugh’
‘only a fool trusts him’
‘when you brokered the pact between our two realms, promises were made’
‘don’t say something you’ll regret, dear friend’
‘what you seek has been found’
‘you have it?’
‘ah, i said it had been found. i did not say by me’
‘well, now that you mention it…’
‘we are not ready for such a war’
‘not without our king’
‘this… is not good’
‘super-strong vault doors. with me on one side…’
‘a thousand magic hammers couldn’t break down that door’
‘no… definitely not good’
‘well, what have we here?’
‘and how might i go about placing an order?’
‘this will be your sole warning’
‘there seems to be quite a lot of that going around’
‘i thought i might even the odds’
‘you wear a mask. i wonder from who or what do you hide, my lady?’
‘no need to worry about him, as you can see’
‘what do you suppose i might do with you?’
‘i promise you will not find them to your liking’
‘please let him be bluffing…’
‘am i bluffing?’
‘i think not’
‘you may dispense with this one as you see fit’
‘“dispense with”? that means we can kill her, right?’
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Elhiriel had to laugh a little with her uncle, it was hard not to. “It would be cruel not to. Though I can safely say I did not expect to be rescuing birds during my study break.” She drank the last of her very sweetened coffee and stood up, pulling on her batted jean jacket.
“We should probably pay for lunch first, or they might think we’re trying to ditch the bill.” She laughed again, fishing in her pockets for the cash for her lunch. She eyed a pastry on the table. “You going to eat that, uncle Elladan? Because if you’re not I’m taking it for a snack later.”
“That’s a fucking… bird.” //Modern verse smol blowing off finals with her uncle? Or anything else, really.
Oiseau || closed @tothewesternsea
Elladan laughed aloud, a bright and gentle sound, at the awkward comment from his niece. He looked upwards at where her eyes had wandered and grinned, his gaze falling onto the object that had sparked such a statement.
“It is, in fact,” he laughed, a pleasant smile on his face. Said ‘bird’ was a small sparrow, one that had gotten caught inside a paper bag outside the caféin which Elladan and Elhiriel were taking lunch. He watched as the little brown bird hopped in and out of the bag, the poor little thing obviously very confused as to why the world around it kept disappearing.
“Ah, poor little bird,” he said in pity, giving the bird one last glance before turning back to face Elhiriel, his delicate hand curling around the handle of his mug, swirling the last dregs of his latte about inside the white ceramic. “Should we go and help it?”
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endy-mixn:
“Why would you be worried about speaking to me? There are many who look up at the sky and just pray to someone that they have never met let alone seen me,” Endymion pointed out with a bright smile. “Besides, I understand the whole not being able to speak with family thing. My sister and I have never gotten along well.”
She laughed again, rocking forward a little. “Praying to celestial bodies is one thing. I’ve never met anyone else who’s had a conversation with one though. But my great-grandfather is a star sailing up there, so it’s a little less unusual in my family.”
She leaned back against the railing, “Why don’t you get along with your sister? If you don’t mind me asking. Also, it’s not that I don’t get along with my family. They just...they don’t always understand me when I try to explain why I feel lonely.”
"You don't have to be alone." ((endy-mixn))
Elhiriel sighed, “But I am alone. I’m not like anyone else, not really. No one…no one understands.” She leaned against the balustrade and shrugged, tossing her braid over her shoulder with a huff. “But maybe I just feel like that. Maybe it’s not really true. I don’t know anymore.”
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My pain is irrelevant. Your safety is more important.
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endy-mixn:
“I am here to listen any time that you wish to speak,” Endymion promised with a smile. He pointed up to the moon in the sky. “As long as you can see the silvery light, call my name and I will listen. And remember, if the Moon can acknowledge that he makes mistakes at times, then it is alright for you to not be perfect as well.”
Elhiriel smiled and laughed, “I will try to keep that in mind. Thank you. It is good to have someone to talk to that is not a member of my family.” She bowed her head, “I think if I was a member of any other family though, I might be more worried about speaking to the embodiment of a celestial body.”
"You don't have to be alone." ((endy-mixn))
Elhiriel sighed, “But I am alone. I’m not like anyone else, not really. No one…no one understands.” She leaned against the balustrade and shrugged, tossing her braid over her shoulder with a huff. “But maybe I just feel like that. Maybe it’s not really true. I don’t know anymore.”
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fcrestmaiden:
ELHIRIEL.
@tothewesternsea cont’d fromhere.
❝ You’ve nothing to aplogize for, ❞ the older elleth grinned. ❝ And no offense has been taken. ❞
❝ Though, I must say that I am shocked to hear of this. I would assume given your mother and father’s reputations, you would have more visitors of Elf kind than just kin. ❞
Elhiriel shrugged, “I am young yet. And most elves that are not kin are here for diplomatic purposes. And diplomacy is...not my strong suit, I’m afraid. I’m better with books or with my bow than I am with long discussions sidestepping issued.” She laughed, “I will make a worthy adviser, I’ve been told. But a Queen? Not without much much practice.”
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“You are not defined by your blood, but by what you do with your life,” he said softly even as he reached out to gently touch her shoulder. “You have time to find what is calling to you, I promise. And in the meantime, I am sure very few expect perfection from you. No one is perfect. We are all trying to find where we belong.”
The gentle touch made Elhiriel look up with a faint smile. “You’re very kind to listen to my complaints. I think the issue is that I expect perfection of myself, rather than anyone else expecting me to be perfect.”
"You don't have to be alone." ((endy-mixn))
Elhiriel sighed, “But I am alone. I’m not like anyone else, not really. No one…no one understands.” She leaned against the balustrade and shrugged, tossing her braid over her shoulder with a huff. “But maybe I just feel like that. Maybe it’s not really true. I don’t know anymore.”
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“Trust me, I know what being alone, what being different feels like,” he said reasonably, shifting to sit upon the balustrade. “I am here to listen if you wish. And if not now, you can speak to me any night.”
She sighed again, leaning her head forward. “I don’t know how to talk about it. I just know that I’m too elven for the mannish citizens of Gondor and too mannish for my elven kin. I feel like I’m walking a line between two worlds, and I don’t know how to do it and be everything I’m supposed to be at the same time. I feel like something else is calling out to me, but I don’t know what.”
"You don't have to be alone." ((endy-mixn))
Elhiriel sighed, “But I am alone. I’m not like anyone else, not really. No one…no one understands.” She leaned against the balustrade and shrugged, tossing her braid over her shoulder with a huff. “But maybe I just feel like that. Maybe it’s not really true. I don’t know anymore.”
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"You don't have to be alone." ((endy-mixn))
Elhiriel sighed, “But I am alone. I’m not like anyone else, not really. No one...no one understands.” She leaned against the balustrade and shrugged, tossing her braid over her shoulder with a huff. “But maybe I just feel like that. Maybe it’s not really true. I don’t know anymore.”
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