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incorrectlotroquotes · 4 months

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Corudan, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

#incorrect lotro quotes #lotro #corudan #<3

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 8 months

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77, winning!!!! for Est!

winning :D calm night with mini fellowship <3

Nona pushes her hair back out of her face again. “This one should do it, then.” Horn leans over her shoulder and points at a different card.

“No, try this one.”

“No, that’s how they beat us last time- they have the counter.”

“They might not have it this time.”

“You don’t know that, and if they do, we lose.”

“I don’t think they-” Horn pushes his hair back, too. “I don’t think they do. Your card won’t be enough whether they have the counter or not.”

“And if they do have it, we lose outright.”

“It’s a chance we should take.”

“They’ve had it the last three rounds, Horn.”

Esterín and Corudan trade looks. Esterín’s cards are held carelessly in one hand while Corudan’s are held very properly before his chest. Nona squints at them.

“They have the counter,” she says, and plays her first choice.

“You should listen to Nona, Horn,” Corudan says solemnly. “She is wise.” He plays a card from his own hand. Horn throws down a counter to it with a wide smile- and so has nothing to play against Esterín’s card when she reverses the turn order and plays an offensive card of her own. “Not that it would save you,” Corudan adds serenely as Horn and Nona both groan, dropping their cards in yet another defeat.

“They must be cheating,” Horn says as Nona combs her hair out of her face yet again. “There’s no way they’re just this lucky.”

“We simply have an abundance of experience with the game that you lack,” Corudan says. Esterín barely keeps herself from snorting. She had learned this from Cúcheron while they waited in the Haunted Inn for Raddir’s word to start the journey through the Drownholt less than two months before.

“An abundance of experience cheating perhaps,” Horn mutters. Nona rolls her eyes.

“You wound me, Horn,” Corudan says, a hand to his chest. “Would any warrior of Lothlórien stoop so low as to cheat at a game of cards among friends?”

“If they could do so without being caught, I daresay they would,” Nona says, watching Esterín collect and reshuffle the cards. “I expected better of you, though, Esterín.”

Esterín laughs. “You think too highly of both me and my card-skill. I wouldn’t recommend playing any sort of gambling game with Saeradan,” she adds after a moment. “His luck is even more suspicious than Corudan’s.”

“Surely you don’t believe I am cheating too, Esterín,” Corudan demands. Esterín grins impishly.

“I believe I have not seen you cheating.”

Horn blows hair out of his eyes. “One more game.” Nona groans. “We’ll beat them this time.”

“I admire your persistence, Horse-lord.”

“See, I do have at least one redeeming quality.”

“I wouldn’t go that far…”

Esterín laughs to herself and begins the next round. They’re partway through the second round after that when Horn straightens abruptly, hair flying into his eyes again. “This is ridiculous.” He hands Nona his cards and digs in his pack. “Do you want one?” He holds up a tie and Nona glances over distractedly from both hands of cards.

“Yes, gladly.” Horn holds one tie between his teeth while he gently pulls Nona’s hair back. “I think this one first,” she says while he ties her hair, trying to indicate a card with both of her hands full of other cards. “Then this from my hand.”

“Counters?” Horn follows her gaze, tying his own hair.

“This one.”

Horn takes his cards back. “Alright. Let’s try it.”

They don’t win that hand, or the next.

“That may be enough for tonight,” Esterín laughs as the night draws on.

“One last hand.” It’s Nona suggesting it this time, glaring intently at the deck. “The last one, I swear.”

Esterín sighs. “Fine, if we all agree.”

It’s worth the two additional hands they play just to see the look on Corudan’s face when Horn and Nona finally do pull off a victory, cheering loud enough to startle the birds from a nearby tree and embracing each other as if they just won some great battle. Esterín grins and elbows Corudan.

“What now, my friend?’

“I will simply have to pay more attention next time,” he says, as dignified as if he stood before the Lady Galadriel. “But for now, I believe it is my watch.” And he takes up a position beyond the light of the fire to definitely not pout about losing at cards despite cheating outrageously.

#ask games #lotro #my stories #est #asdf fun fact this is why i got my hair chopped so much for the summer #mini fellowship my beloved. everyone is unhinged in their own completely different way #what game are they planning? fuck if i know #some version of middle earth fluxx? idk!#nona #horn #corudan #thanks friend <3

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poetry-draws · 1 year

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I don't know if they're ranger-adjacent enough to count, but what about Horn and/or Nona and/or Corudan?

they're going to take Rohan by storm

#lotro #nona #horn #corudan #[dabs] i am not about to quilt his armor my wrist hurts lol #i don't really have headcanons about them save Corudan Great Hair

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masterelrond · 2 years

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Further adventures in the Eastemnet and more handholding

#i love having my own little fellowship sometimes a family is a dunlending girl a rohirrim outcast and two random elves<3333 #ssg was so insane for nona and horn's storyline #the enemies to friends to lovers trope......... i eat it up every time #the handholding moment....... insane. insane!!!!!#i love third wheeling with corudan<33 and look at his little mittens he's soo cuuute #and i'm continuing my series of holding main characters' hands - i even gave legolas and éowyn a little flower<3 #lotro #lotro spoilers #lotr #nori disrupts air #horn #nona #corudan

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a-lonely-dunedain · 1 year

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Meneldir of course!

(And also Corudan)

the guy!! my beloved lil dude!! <3 I'm love him and I miss him :(((

he's so.... literally just like... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAA. A. wrapping him in a blanket. giving him soup. and a hug. telling him it's going to be alright (and crying because I'm lying to him..)

anyway. I'm normal :)

#lotro #lotro ask game #ask games #meneldir #Corudan

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lilachobbit · 5 months

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I literally have not felt this kind of joy and happiness on LoTRO in so goddamn long

#my baby boy #Corudan #my baby #my boy #my love #he’s here in my arms again #I could cry

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loremastering · 2 months

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leofdag just looks like he's about to start sobbing any second

#lotro #AND I WANT TO HUG HIM!!#allies of the king #anyway i love the riders four #they're my lotro blorbos aside from sigilith and corudan

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rohirric-hunter · 2 months

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I love how we have explained absolutely none of this situation to Horn and Sigileth is already like, "Would Corudan help you? Well? Would he?"

#lotro #spoilers of umbar #horn: *confused sounds of fear*#because like theres no way he knows whats going on with corudan rn #also he was almost certainly told that sigileth was dead #this is very aggressive sigileth #and it does not sound like you are abstaining from the judging #i mean neither am i im super judging #although my judging is more along the lines of hey bro where the FUCK is your pregnant wife #did u even look for her #dont answer that

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lothrandir · 1 year

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missing horn and nona hours......

#and corudan too im literally so haunted by this.... where is he #lotro #lotro spoilers #mp

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southfarthing · 2 years

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it's been months and lothrandir is still in jail btw. not that you (lotro epic quest line) care

#seriously though where is he .... im enjoying the corudan nona horn in rohan story but like.....#i miss my boys (grey company).... and I miss my Boy (lothrandir) 😔😔😔#lotro #lotro spoilers #dont actually tell me rjbddufbdh i will find him eventually I'm sure i will #mp

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most-beloved-star · 2 years

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I’m about to do Helm’s Deep and if I find out afterward that Corudan doesn’t survive because he just had to look for weaknesses in the enemy instead of staying behind I will be inconsolable

I don’t want my little fellowship to get broken up :(

#lotro #lord of the rings online #lotro spoilers #I guess?? I don’t know #I’m already worried enough about Horn and Nona!!#why you gotta add to my stress Corudan!!

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incorrectlotroquotes · 4 months

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Corudan: Are you good?

Horn: In what sense?

Corudan: Generally.

Horn: Oh, definitely not.

#horn #corudan #incorrect lotro quotes #lotro

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 9 months

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and for au roulette #1, band/musician, sending est and a van full of rangers to a rock show lmao

Traffic slows to a crawl as you leave the highway that runs from Minas Tirith to Dol Amroth, the Belfalas exits clogged as half the world it seems tries to reach the concert grounds at the same time. Candaith is asleep in the passenger seat, despite the music you have playing much louder than is reasonable. The windows are open as far as they’ll go, admitting a pleasant breeze that smells of clouds of exhaust and the distant sea.

“It will be fun,” you insist, not for the first time. Radanir looks no less skeptical in the rearview. “Surely we’ll be able to find something you like here.” Radanir mutters something you can’t make out and you inch forward another car-length.

“Are your friends from Stangard coming still?” Lorniel calls from the far back of the tight-packed van you have borrowed for the occasion.

“Most of them, I think,” you shout back, turning down the music some. “Nona said her brother had something come up, but the rest of them should be there.” It will be strange, you think, having friends from so many circles of your life overlap here, but that’s half the fun of it. “Can anyone reach the cooler?” you add. “I finished my drink up here.” There’s some shuffling, and muffled cursing from Corunir when you’re forced to swerve aside to avoid a group of impatient motorcyclists cutting in and out of traffic. “Sorry...”

It’s a long, slow slog into the concert grounds and around to the open parking, but you arrive at last and gratefully let the van shudder to a rest, stretching with a great sigh while your friends clamber out. The roof bends concerningly as Lothrandir climbs up to look around, but he swings back down quickly to inform you of the nearest gates and bathrooms.

There’s no rush. The gates won’t open for hours yet while the lots continue to fill. You open the trunk and fold down the backmost seats and lounge, watching Candaith soundly beat everyone at cards and propping your feet on one of the coolers. Someone nearby has set up a portable speaker loud enough to carry five rows in any direction; he’s taking requests. Someone else rolls out an entire grill, and soon the open field smells of... well, it smells of lots of things, but you think the grillers are making burgers.

You swap snacks with a group three cars down, and the group next to them invite you for drinks and party games. By the time Nona calls you to say she’s arrived, you think even Radanir is a little caught up in it all, even if he keeps regularly retreating to the van. You really do hope he finds something here to his liking.

You’ve lost half your group by the time Nona finds you, Horn and Corudan trailing behind her. You talk about the fine weather, and the less fine traffic, and the most interesting things you’ve seen so far (a surprisingly long list, for the few hours you’ve been here). Nona paces about the entire time, restless after her days-long drive to meet the others before coming here.

Finally, the gates open, and the great crowds slowly amble inside. Your friends have more or less reassembled, chatting with new friends and total strangers all the way in. The great rising excitement buzzes under your skin, your laughter loud and the late-day sun warm on your skin.

The opening acts are good, and you do want to sit and appreciate them, but the rising, restless energy keeps you moving, grinning at the great banners and posters for Valasmack and Amon Amarth and telling at least five different people where you found the onion rings.

You stop at last in the warm hour after dusk, the wind from the coast cool and pleasant where it cuts through the heat of so many people all pressed together. You don’t go down to the wildness at the front, where people throw themselves about with an abandon you can’t quite reach, but you stand near enough the stage that the sound from the great speakers rolls right into you. The bass of it rumbles through the concrete, pulsing with every rolling drumbeat through the thick soles of your boots. You can feel it in your ribs.

Your ears will ring for nearly a week after this, but there’s a certain kind of magic to it, the great thunder in your bones and singing so loudly, loud enough your voice will be deeper and rougher from the strain come morning but still not louder than the bands themselves. The punch-drunk camaraderie with old friends and with people you’ll never see again. The heat and the wind and the wide, wide grins, and the exhausted sleep you have with your friends, crammed into the back of the borrowed van and passed out half on top of each other. There are few more pleasant ways to end the free days of summer, you think.