#elven courting rituals

[logosbot-tm]

Ayo does anyone remember elven courting rituals?

#empires smp #esmp #scott smajor #elven courting rituals #empiressona discord

[phantom-swing]

Hey- so ya know how in empires smp there’s like different races and stuff?

Like Scott is an elf, Shrub is a gnome, House Blossom has fairies etc-

What happened to them in season 2?

Ok- so the gnomes are presumed gone thanks to Xornoth or they’re somewhere hiding in the nether. Glimmer Grave (and pillagers) have fairies and RIP Ocean Queen and the Ocean citizens cause the ENTIRE OCEAN dried out and there’s a small chance that they survived that.

So where are the elves? Did Xornoth kill them all when they returned? Was the rapture a mass extinction event that wiped out a bunch of fantasy races?

Cause like- the goblins were presumably still living underground during season 1 so yeah, we wouldn’t have seen them a thousand years ago.

Did the elves just scatter? Like the fairies did? Did a thousand years made elves look more human? Cause elves live like hundreds of years right? Did Rivendell fall that badly that they all just scattered to other areas of the world? Was it concurred and became part of another empire?

#unless E2 is like in a different continent and elves live in E1 continent just don’t live in E2 continent #idk just- what happened to the elves?? Are there still elves around but no more elvish kingdoms? if so what about elf traditions and stuff? #Exor and Aeor- the deer gods- codfather- are they too gone to time? the only person who knows being Pix the local historian? Even then how #much survived after Xornoth set the whole fucking place ON FIRE? ARE ELVEN COURTING RITUALS STILL A THING???? #empires smp #phantom rambles

[thisisnotthenerd]

was doing some transcript reading for the legend lore database and i realized that adaine is technically only the second elven oracle

eleminthindriel was the earliest known elven oracle and a member of the first council of chosen in solace. adaine directly succeeds her.

first off, it makes adaine having to advocate for pay so early on in her time as oracle make more sense. eleminthindriel probably would have been employed as the oracle within the council and thus didn't need to worry about establishing it as a paid position with the court of stars.

but also, we still don't know how aelwyn knew the next oracle would be adaine. there has to be some kind of ritual or something to figure that out. eleminthindriel was functionally immortal on fallinel. was it a proximity thing? like the most powerful elven diviner in proximity to the sinking of the harpy gets the position? or did adaine have premonitions that aelwyn could use to set her up as the oracle? i feel like that kind of ritual would be added to the database because that's insane for aelwyn to have done. she's 18.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #fantasy high #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #eleminthindriel #elven oracle #legend lore

[roryintheir90s]

Fwhimmy Empires s1

Yes, them again.

Fwhip was always in love with Jimmy; it was love at first sight. However, Grimlands were rough—rough people who expected you to be perfect. Fwhip wouldn't have been perfect if in love with no other than a cod folk. Prince or not, it didn't matter. Grimland and the codfolk did not have a great relationship; it was filled with countless wars, and the same thing was expected from Fwhip.

So he hid it, his love for the other, by bullying and teasing, stealing, to get some sort of attention and reaction from the other, to be a little bit closer than he normally would be. Even if it came at a cost of their relationship.

It wouldn't be a good relationship either way—he would tell himself—they were expected to hate each other in the first place. But the thought of the first day the codfather, being newly crowned as the emperor, walked up to him, his hand outstretched towards him, and a smile on his face—he did not wear a mask yet back then; Fwhip sometimes wished he never did wear a mask so he could stare into the Cod's war chocolate eyes forever—the smile was quickly wiped away, as the young ruler was met with humiliating words from the count, and laughter. Fwhip could never forget how fast Jimmy's face turned into stone that day.

Time passed, and Fwhip saw how his ex-ally, Scott Smajor himself, started to develop feelings for the cod himself. "It's fine," Fwhip would tell himself. "That is more than fine," he tried to convince himself. "It's not like Scott would go anywhere further with that than a little crush," he assured. "Elves and Codfolk don't mix," it was stated like a fact.

But he was soon proven wrong when Scott... Scott Smajor, THE emperor of Rivandell, started killing the Codfather. On and on and on again, death messages of Jimmy kept popping out now and then throughout the day. Each death more clever, more complex than the other. It felt like Fwhip's world had shattered. Scott was using elven courting rituals, continuously asking Jimmy to marry him, which the Cod didn't understand.

Maybe Scott would be the catalyst for Fwhip to finally get his feelings in check, to finally try to court Jimmy himself. Like a little game between courting rituals. Heheh.

#fwhimmy #flower husbands #<- slight #or one sided #however one wishes ig #fwhip #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #Au's talk

[noisycroissant]

The Ascendant's Bride

Part 1

Summary: A vampire wedding to consolidate power. The companions see just how wretched an ascendant can be.

Here's part 2

*******

The invitations had reached them just a week ago. It had landed in letterboxes in Waterdeep, a Selúnite post near Candlekeep, it even reached Karlach and Wyll in Avernus via an imp.

The wedding of Astarion Ancunín, Vampire Ascendant...

....with Lady Eirene Maximilian of the esteemed Vampire Court of the city of Greyhawk...

*******

"Tav, what do you make of this?" Gale asked. He'd been the first one to gather his wits and use a sending stone to try and contact the others.

"Always knew he was power hungry. Didn't think he'd go this far," Shadowheart said, rolling her eyes.

Tav was quiet. She knew all eyes would always be on her when it came to talk about Astarion.

He had been so sweet to her. So eager to find freedom and happiness. Till she'd refused to help him finish the Ritual of Profane Ascension. He'd turned his back on them all that night.

"I hope you die screaming."

That was the last thing any of them had heard from him. Of course they knew where he was and what he was upto. His gathering of power was an open secret. Everyone in Baldur's Gate knew that the new lord of Szarr's Palace was three things:

Handsome. Charming. Ruthless.

People who crossed him were few and far. There were never any witnesses or evidence to nail him to the stocks but people knew as they always have.

The lord in the high castle was not of the realm of men.

"Say what you will about Astarion, I know in my bones that this wedding will be something people will talk about for centuries," Karlach adds with a grin, "We should go and add to the story."

And so it was decided.

*******

To the party's surprise, they were the only mortals at the wedding. The grand hall was filled with people adorning the richest fabrics and plushest furs. Rubies and diamonds winked and twinkled off ears and throats. And the hall itself? Polished and decorated with the finest crystal and teakwood furniture this side of Faerûn.

A thousand crimson eyes watch the party as they walk in and make their way to the hall.

And they see Astarion for the first time in ten years.

He looks absolutely the same, down to the curl in his hair. But the aura of power and strength radiating from him was hard to miss. There was a glint in his eye, but it wasn't mischievous anymore. It looked dangerous. Cruel. Unforgiving.

"There you are, my dearest comrades!" He gestures to the rest of the guests, "Everyone to me!! Meet the saviours of Baldur's Gate. In the flesh!"

The same haughty tone in his voice but laced with something evil now.

Tav felt something drop in her belly. She feels Shadowheart grab her hand, lacing their fingers together. "I feel it too. The...evil emanating off him. I think I might shed a tear after all."

"Fan-Astarion! Good to see you too, buddy," says Karlach good-naturedly, "Seems the years have been uh..kind to you."

"Wish I could say the same for you, dear Karlach. The reek of brimstone was evident before you stepped inside the gate. And Wyll Ravengard! How goes your life as a monster hunter in Avernus?" Astarion simpers.

"I'm on the clock, if that matters to you. So watch yourself," Wyll replies meeting Astarion's eye.

"Oh my! Threatening the groom on his big day? Plan to make off with my bride too, Baby Duke?" Astarion mocks.

"Your bride...who is she? Why do this, Astarion?" Tav asks, finally finding her voice.

"Oh my sweet Tav," he says, tone honeyed just like Tav remembers, but this time it scratches her spine with dread, "For power of course. Eirene is a dhampir, born of a fullblood father and an elven mother. Marrying her makes my reach grow. Maybe I'll even be blessed enough to hear the flutter of little bat wings of my own."

"A lamb to a slaughter. For shame, Astarion, I'd assumed you less cowardly than this," Lae'zel spits.

In less than a blink of an eye, Lae'zel had a dagger at her throat. "Spilling blood at a vampire wedding is not unheard of, Lae'zel. I'd advise you to ensure its not yours," he whispers in her ear.

"To your seats, my friends. The ceremony is about to begin."

*******

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #ascended astarion #gale dekarios #shadowheart #laezel #wyll ravengard #karlach #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #ascendant astarion #ascendant astarion fic #astarion x oc #ascended astarion x oc #ascended astarion fic #ascended astarion fanfiction

[yellosnacc]

how is gender seen amongst uniimas or even any other sentient species, do they take an example of humans? do they even have a concept of it. srry if this is strange

Not a strange question, very good question actually.

For uniima c, our concept of gender is something of a taboo. Just like us, they are bi-sex, but unlike us, they have 0 sexual dimorphism and it's impossible to tell someone's sex on sight. This means that they also don't have a concept of homosexuality or heterosexuality but many pairs can't have children. Adoption is very common and families will trade eggs or get them from the community "birther".

There's nothing like our gender in Uniima c society but they do have ranks and gender-like stereotypes based on "courting traditions/rituals/skills". It's usually an artistic expression that is inherently romantic.

(Uniima ll have a very similar system but in some areas they have less rules and take some sloman inspiration)

For O.s, sexual gender doesn't exist at all, and in non-humanoid O.s no gender exists. For human O.s however, the concept of femininity and masculinity exists and they often choose an identity based on this. It is partially their own invention and partially inspired by elven/slomen.

For Slomen gender is actually less binary than for O.s. The females are usually bigger with bigger authority and males have bigger display features (I have not drawn that at the time of this post) but transgenderism is not a new concept in any way and is in most places accepted as nothing unusual. The average recognized set of genders is about 5. Some genders have spiritual meanings as well.

The stars are not yet very developed by me but they are very strict about sex and gender.

#art #speculative biology #worldbuilding #fantasy #artwork #digital art #spec bio #uniima #speculative evolution #gender #artists on tumblr #sloman #elven #o. #molestars #stars #uniima c

[minecraftbookshelf]

ok so I know you’re writing and probably already thought of this but I’m case you didn’t: the differences in elven courting rituals and oceanic courting rituals, specifically when it comes to wedding gifts. if you have thought about this feel free to ignore but the way I see it

elves live a while,and probably know about the arranged marriages a decent amount of time before they happen, so in between wedding planning and normal life each half of the marriage is planning some extravagant amazing wedding gift like gardens of gold or giant tapestries and stuff like that

meanwhile ocean/swamp folk who don’t live as long probably have more personal gifts, even in arraigned marriages bc they’re still getting to know each other! but either way the gifts are more personal and specifically tailored to the other half

so keeping track we have Scott, panicking bc he has like zero time to plan a wedding and learn a language and make a wedding gift and so the necessary things for life in however little time he has, Jimmy, panicking bc he doesn’t know anything about scott, no one he knows knows anything about scott, and even when they finally meet scott isn’t exactly an open book! so Jimmy is trying to do the same things as scott (tjough his doesn’t need to be as extravagant) in addition to finding out who the hell he’s getting married to and also ruling a kingdom

AND (you thought I was done NO the adhdemons love this concept and filled the no-box fan void with fictional politics) you have Lizzie, Joel, Xornoth, and Iona, who also had to get gifts for each other

first I need you to know that I saw your url and had the immediate gut reaction of "oh same hat!" XD

Anywho

So courting traditions in general:

I don't have too much set in stone currently, lots of ideas and concepts though, because I'm half shaping the story around it and half shaping it around the story, because writing be like that (rip) but I do have a few things.

Rivendell is basically just Tolkein's elves partly isekai-ed into minecraft, lets be real. So I've yoinked the tradition from there of the bride-to-be's family gifting a jewel (usually of magical or historical or familial importance) to the groom-to-be as a sort of pre-dowry. Only because heteronormativity does not exist here it is usually a mutual exchange of gifts. Tapestries and other labor and skill intensive textile arts also play a role because of the importance of textiles in Rivendell culture (see the ask that I'm answering after this one for more details on that) And there is also just a general idea of "a demonstration of what you are bringing to the table" for the actual wedding exchange. Like the most intense and stressful art show where both your entire extended family and also your significant other/others's extended family will be judging it. (Exact form of art varies depending on the skills and interests of the elf in question; culinary, poetry, musical, metal working...the list goes on)

The Swamp has fewer actual universal traditions. Due to their recent (past few centuries) history they are basically two nations that mixed and mingled and also include a few different diasporas interspersed within them. Jimmy himself tends towards more Oceanic traditions, which include things like feats of bravery and provision. This will go both exactly as well as you think it will and genuinely very well. (Oceanic traditions tend towards dramatic and grand gestures and statements. Ability to protect and provide is a huge thing both in the Ocean and the Swamp.)

Also Jimmy absolutely panics and ends up asking a good dozen random citizens for advice.

You also have the added layer of this specific instance being an arranged marriage (which isn't especially unusual) between two empires (which is wildly unusual at their social level) That custom is, in fact, purely an Oceanic one. (Which is why Joel and Lizzie were the previous example)

Most/all of the other Empires don't tend to intermarry their royals because enough Empires don't use familial succession models that it renders it fairly unstable as an alliance technique. There's more context for the Oceanic take on it but that is a whole nother post/will be in the fics explicitly.

The point of all this is that both parties are kind of stressed and trying to figure out how to compromise/accommodate while not really having a fully applicable framework for this situation (on Rivendell's part.)

Rivendell barely has interacted with the other empires for generations let alone married them.

Xornoth and Iona actually had it fairly easy, outside figuring out how to navigate the religious minefield that is Xornoth's entire existence. It was a very matter of fact, business like courtship that Scott and Iona ran with all the stringent focus of a military operation (which it basically was) and not even Xornoth's tendency towards chaos could really do much in the face of that.

In the context of like, personal gifts Joel and Lizzie actually got off really easy because by the time they got married-married they'd technically been married for several years already.

#sorry if this is a bit rambly #i have lots of thoughts and sometimes they do not sit still long enough to be shared well #flower husbands #rivendell siblings #seablings #shadowbeans #xornoth #solidaritygaming #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #mezalea is also part of team 'ridiculously overstated gestures' #for the record #ask and it shall be answered #spaceyaceylesbian #another spacey acey lesbian #not me #XD #smajor1995 #marriage of state au #mos: asks #mos: worldbuilding #mos: shadowbeans #mos: flower husbands #mos: xornoth #mos: ocs

[naddpod-encounter-tourney]

Encounter Standings

Here are the encounters that have been nominated and their standings in the tournament as we head to the beginning. I will post the bracket in a bit. Due to the number of entries, the first round will be 4 polls and the winners of those will move onto round 2.

King of Dragons (3x27)

Lord Ultrus (3x44 & 45)

Queen Ezra (1x57)

Heradecia and Cerenysus (2x41)

Glen and the Old Folk's Circle (2x29)

Pandemonium Goat, Lillith La Trix, Akarot (1x73)

Green Tweens (2x38)

Moonstone Barbarians (Triplet's Version) (TTM 1)

Undead Dragon, Wilhelm Bronzebeard, Pale Prince (1x45)

Dragon Wilhelm Bronzebeard, Marabelle's Pretender, Beverly Toegold IV (1x80)

Thiala (1x100)

Akarot's Husk Ritual (1x84)

Dolly and Priscilla Montgomery (1x63)

Dragons of Gnomish Court (Tx21)

Single Guard (Hexbuds) (2x10)

Yanoba and the Gnoll Posse (1x42)

Ring of Violence (1x82)

Rennifer Highpearl (Mx7)

The Ironrippers (3x15)

Apocalypse Cataclysm (1x89)

Broken Heart Banshee (2x3)

Elven Opera Singer (1x71)

Swag Daniels and Associates (3x35)

Deep Folk Teens (2x21)

Chosen Airship (1x19)

Flying Sword Casino Fights (1x79)

The Hounds (Original) (1x54)

Fairy Mountain (1x48)

Akarot (Vest Edition) (1x88)

The Would Be King (2x10 & 11)

Bullywugs (Moonstone) (1x3)

Rusgak and Yugo (Frostwind’s Mandatory Celebration of Macimum Luminosity)

Cain and Callista (2x39)

Maw Maw’s Maw (Tx13)

Frost Giants (1x41)

Wyatt and Ambrose Montgomery (1x64)

#naddpod #not another dnd podcast #naddpod encounter tournament #bahumia #eldermourne #ba2mia #trinyvale #the mavrus chronicles

[aeonianarchives]

You know how Elves are light enough so they can walk on snow, can you write a little fluff were the reader is related to Aragorn and they just 'Kidnap' Legolas when they are having that party in Rohan were merry and pippin are dancing on the table.

maybe write a bonus scene at the end were Aragorn finds out the reader and Legolas are dating and he makes a joke about having the same time as the both like (royal) noble Elves.

Arwen's royal right, Elrond is the Lord of Imladris.

Why are you so Light?

Summery: Anon Ask

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Talk about the Line of Finwë incest tendinces

Reader Pronouns: She/They

It was a well known fact that Elves could walk on snow, which in turn lead you down the path of elves must be really light right?

well there was one way to find out, you had an elf to test it out on the same one which showed you that elves could walk on snow so why not use him right.

a smile found it's way onto your face as you watch Merry and Pippin dance, Legolas in the mean time was humoring Gimli with a drinking contest, it had been a few years since you first met the elven prince and you tended to stick by his side that was until he returned back to his kingdom but in those years you grew a mutual love of one another so while Legolas had not given up his immortality you and him were still courting just unknowing of the company and your brother.

Knowing that fact would Legolas care that you walked over to him and just lifted him up, but elves have rules against that so you never see someone picking up an elf without consent or they are courting the elf.

"I know that face dear sibling what are you planning" Aragorn questioned

"You should turn Eowyn down before she gets hurt it is quite obvious she likes you but you are with Arwen" You told him before walking off to the drinking contest.

"I think I am being affected my fingers are tingling" Legolas said before Gimli collapsed

"Oh no is he dead" you questioned the dwarf snored loudly

"no one poisoned the mead thats good i thought wormtongue may of done that" you said

"Fair point to question" Eomer said Legolas sat down his half empty cup

"I believe I win" Legolas said he turned to you

"Are you alright Y/n can I help you with something" Legolas said you moved forward and picked the elf up he made a confused nose as he went over your shoulder, the tips of his ears turned red.

"Y/n this is highly inappropriate, you are aware of elvish courting rituals and elvish intimacy yet you do this" Legolas muttered into your back the elf had given up struggling as he did not wish to hurt you.

"You're lighter than i thought" you said as the elf buries his head into your back as you hold him

"If you wish to do this can you leave the public space" Legolas said you humored him, Gandalf chuckled behind his pipe as he watched you.

you set the elf down "Meleth -nin Gi Melin But why did you do that" Legolas questioned

"I was wondering if elves have a weight like the race of men and can just walk on snow or if you were lighter, that means i can run by your Ada pick him up and kidnap him" you said

"Please do not do that, you would blatantly ignore elvish customs" Legolas said you chuckled

"I don't want you Ada to have my head" you said Legolas sighed

"Your curiosity gets the better of you sometimes Meleth" Legolas said

"And thats why I got you falling for me" you said the elf shook his head and dipped his head down low taking your chin in his hand and pressing his lips against yours, yours arms slowly snaked their way behind his neck and into his hair and his other arm rested on your waist.

"Legolas" you whispered the elf only hmmed in reply

"Gi Melin Legolas" you said softly between little pecks Legolas gave you

"Gi Melin ana" Legolas said you both found your way back to the party

"You an Aragorn seem to have the same type in elves" Gandalf said as you joined him

"Whatever do you mean Mithrandir" you questioned

"Elves in the line of royalty" Gandalf said

"Arwen is not royalty she is the daughter of a lord" you said

"Elrond is from the line of Fingolfin and was adopted by Fëanorians" Gandalf said

"Yet the Noldor throne is not in use" you said

"Does not change the fact if you think about it I am also from the line of Fingolfin as Elronds brother is my ancestor that means is that borderline incest" you questioned the wizard

"Given the gap in relation i doubt it is even incest or borderline incest" Gandalf questioned.

"Are you alright, I haven't seen anything on you out of place before" Aragorn questioned Legolas

"I am fine your siblings curiosity to an elfs weight got the better of them" Legolas answered you soon came over.

"So when were you both planning to tell me, instead of lying about it" Aragorn questioned

"What do you mean dear brother" you questioned

"you don't exactly keep it behind closed doors, i know those eyes you give each other, you always put your bed rolls beside eachother and you always end up in his arms some how i do take the night watch, all of it points to your courting" Aragorn said

"So what if we are" you said

"But we are their is no what if" Legolas said

"I owe arwen wine straight from the greenwood now" aragorn sighed

"no you owe her living through this" you said, you soon left as pippin pulled you away

"Aragorn how do you think they would react if i gave up my immortality for them" Legolas questioned

"They would murder you Legolas, you give it up and they will kill you for being so idiotic" Aragorn said

"They know elves only fall in love once so how is it idiotic" Legolas said

"Just sneak them into Valinor and they will pester the Valar to give them immortality to stay with you they already do it to Gandalf and Elrond" Aragorn said

"Why Elrond" Legolas questioned

"The amount of his family which has given their life to be mortal they assumes he is the reason why and who turned them mortal so their logic is he can make people mortal make me immortal, Elrond has said countless times he can't and they don't believe him so he just says he can't do it for reasons also if you want to see her punch Fëanorians in the face because they hurt Elrond sneak them into Valinor for that aswell it seems like it would be funny" Aragorn said

"Y/n would be scary with Immortality" Legolas said

"Immortality doesn't mean invulnerability" Aragorn said

"you say that and yet you have seen her fight orcs, and attempt to fight a balrog, if they were immortal they would try and become a lord of gondolin by slaying a balrog or die trying" Legolas said

"she will either get what she wants or the valar will get annoyed and send her back to middle earth but she definatly isn't going to let you give up your immortality" Aragorn said

"can't you talk her into it" Legolas questioned

"Once they make up their mind there is no changing it" Aragorn said

Elvish Translation:

Ada - Father

Meleth - Love

Meleth -nin Gi Melin - my love i love you

Gi Melin - I love you

Gi Melin ana - I love you to

#legolas x reader #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #legolas #the fellowship #lord of the rings #reader insert #tolkien x reader #middle earth x reader #jrr tolkien #tolkien #tolkien elves #middle earth #gandalf #merry #pippin #gimli #eomer #eowyn #lord of the rings x reader #the lord of the rings

[feyhunter78]

Hi, this is my first request (ever), I was wandering if you could write a one shot of RoP Elrond/fem! reader where the reader is really good with kids but Elrond is kind of awkward around them. While he's working group of small children come and interrupt Elrond and the reader finds Elrond in this predicament and shoos them away, causing Elrond to fall more in love with the reader than he already was.

AHHHHH thank you for allowing me to be the first person you request from!!! I feel so honored <3 Here is a little oneshot for you my love, I hope you like it!!!!!

Curious Minds

It is not that Elrond does not enjoy children; in fact, he very much enjoys them. Their curiosity and joy is infectious, and he loves to see the future of his people exploring their paths and becoming men and woman that pursue their own passions and become great leaders, artists, generals, healers, and scholars.

The issue is that he does not understand how to be around them. They ask many questions and do not wish to sit still long enough for the answer, they have too much energy, and they have an insatiable appetite for destruction—even the well-behaved ones!

So when a group of children approaches him while he is sitting beside the river working on the High-King’s newest speech, he’s unsure of how to proceed.

“You are Lord Elrond, the High-King’s Herald, yes?” One asks.

Before he can answer, another pipes up. “Do you enjoy your job?”

Again, he tries to answer.

“Where is your wife? I thought all the Lords had ladies?”

His cheeks tint pink as he scrambles to come up with an answer as all the children latch onto that particular question, clambering for his response, their curious eyes staring up at him impatiently.

“Perhaps it is because he read too much, my mother said I would never find a husband if all I do is stay inside and read.” A young elven girl says, a pout on her lips, her brown hair in a simple braid.

“I do not think that is true, I would like a wife who reads, then we could talk about our favorite stories.” A boy her age says, his cheeks slowly blossoming a bright red as he scoots closer to the pouting girl.

“We already do that, Melis.” She says annoyed before her friends begin to tease her, and she drops her gaze to the ground.

“Melis and Vya are married!” One of the other children shouts, causing the others to take up his words.

Soon it is a fervent chant and Elrond is frantically looking around trying to find a way to escape this gaggle of tiny chanters.

“Children, how many times must I tell you not to wander off during garden time?” A melodic voice breaks through the high-pitched chanting, and Elrond stands abruptly, sensing an escape.

You hurry up the path, brow furrowed with worry that only dissipates when you see all the children are accounted for. “And you have been bothering the Lord Herald? That is quite inappropriate, please apologize to Lord Elrond.” Your voice is stern and the children’s faces fall.

“It—they were no bother, truly.” Elrond stutters, inclining his head towards you.

“Lord Elrond, please, do not speak falsehoods to cover for these troublemakers.” You warn playfully, the children already gathered around you, some clinging to your skirt for comfort.

“I speak plainly, they merely had questions for me.” He reiterates, giving you a shy smile.

You smile back at him. “Oh, is that so?”

“We wished to know why he was not married.”

A look of shock flashed across your face. “I—Lord Elrond, I am deeply sorry, I swear to you, I do not teach the children to ask such personal questions.”

Elrond waved his hand dismissively. “I am not offended.”

You bent down and directed the children to return to their classroom before approaching Elrond. “You must forgive them; we are learning about courtship rituals, and they are merely curious.”

Elrond nodded, then gathered his courage, taking your hand and pressing it to his lips. “Perhaps I might declare my intention to court you, then? Allow us to further our knowledge of each other and give the children a more personal example?”

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

“I shall come collect you from your quarters at seven, then, for a walk in the gardens.” He smiled then bowed slightly, taking his leave.

You did then same, the both of you smiling brightly as you made your way back to your individual duties.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

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[itsjustmeandmyanxiety]

Help!! I recently remembered some sort of fanfic I read once where it was either thorin, fili, or kili, can't remember. Can't remember if it was reader insert or oc either. Basically it was someone on the journey with them (oc or y/n) and they were really close to whichever dwarf, and she/whoever braided their hair/beard without knowing it was a Dwarven courting thing. Even if I don't find the exact one, I would LOVE recs similar, even with hair braiding as an ELVEN courting ritual. Please give recs in comments.

#lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfics #kili durin #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #fili and kili #legolas #thranduil #the hobbit x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader

[atherix]

Has Grian or Scar ever accidentally done a courting ritual on the other/Mumbo? Then try to play it off as nothing as the others are confused on what they did? Because they all don’t know all of each others courting ritual and it would be funny if they did before any of them got together.

Not sure if Mumbo would have some or just not remember if vampires have their own. Would also be funny if Mumbo did know some avian rituals and it just slips his kind before remembering later on.

Oh absolutely. Mumbo doesn't really know Vampire courting but he knows human courting from his time period. He never participated ofc, he was engaged from a young age so he didn't exactly have to go through courting, but yeah.

Gift giving is definitely a courting ritual for Avians (obviously between unrelated adults; relatives can give gifts all day long and it's just your relative giving you something), so every time Mumbo or Scar gave Grian something there was that split moment in his head where he went "Gift? :o" before remembering they're not Avian. (Gives a little more weight to Mr. Moo. Mr. Moo my beloved where have you gone) Of course, the opposite also happens- an Avian giving a feather to their intended partner is an extremely important courting ritual where accepting the feather basically seals the deal, but Scar definitely doesn't know that and has completely accidentally "rejected" it by handing his feather back- even though Grian didn't even actually give it to him and he acquired it by complete accident, there's this instinctive "o-oh" moment before Grian remembers "right I didn't even GIVE it to him if I had he wouldn't be handing it back ofc" so there's that.

As for Scar, courting for Fae- Fae courting is a bit... particular. Fae courting is generally initiated after gaining acceptance/approval from the families and presenting the hairpiece- meaning court with intent to marry. Of course acceptance isn't a requirement unless you happen to be courting a member of the High Court (haha... :) ) in which you have to have the Monarch themself's approval (since marrying a member of the High Court grants you legal/social status as part of the High Court), but having their acceptance is just a LOT easier and more comfortable in the long run. After that there are specific dances shared between courting couples (using couples here bc I can't think of a better word but just know here "couples" include poly relationships, too), specific types of gifts at specific times during the courting (which generally relate to what is worn for an Elven wedding; jewelry, the gowns, you know, given in increasingly important order)- it's a very proper courting ritual for them, not one that Grian and Mumbo are likely to accidentally stumble into but may have actually already have without any of them, even Scar, realizing it-

#ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian #guess who should be writing #but isn't #MidnightLore

[dracwife]

rites.

ship: curumo (saruman)/ídhril

word count: 1035

summary: idrhil and curumo get a moment alone during an elven festival. see the end for some explanations/clarifications, this has quite a bit of weird lore stuff to it that takes place far before any of the films!

They watch the feast celebration, from the far comforts of one of the high balconies of the Royal Family's Court -- Ídrhil's dwelling, granted to him for the purpose of training. In other words: His room, as appointed by the King, his father. 

He stands stiffly, next to the tall, dark-haired Maia -- a god, or as close as you could get, and yet there he too waits, next to the Woodland elf whose small commune was far from his native land -- whose bandages wrapped tightly around his torso, and who still aches in places, even after months of healing. He could, at least, walk now with ease. Together they watch the crowd that has gathered on this cool night, amongst the repurposed Elven village. A line of children, young men and women, and a few adults even stand in line, with fathers and mothers once at a time guiding their children through their ritual -- that of choosing a new name, an important step in their lives, a sign of maturity and independence. Their King stands just beyond them, the highest honor for the families that participate. 

Curumo hopes he is remembering it all correctly, for Ídrhil had explained it all rather quickly the night previous. He can barely make out the voices from afar. 

"What are they saying?"

Ídrhil mumbles a long string of something similar enough to Sindarin, not so much repeating as he is reciting. He finishes in tandem with the distant child and after pauses, raising his glass slightly.

"Drink to me, for I am born again. And alone do I walk this path in life, sure and strong will I forge ahead my own way."

Curumo hums, intrigued. 

"It is a rite of passage, then? This festival, this Mereth Nuin Giliath."

"Not so much as it is a celebration. The words, they are the rite. As is choosing a new name, befitting of your nature. It is an important part of my people's culture."

"What does yours mean?"

The elf turns his head, meeting the other's eyes.

"Ídrhil, one who longs, or desires."

"You chose this name?"

He nods, to which Curumo questions him again: "What do you long for?"

"To travel. To learn. Wandering is in my nature, it is what my clan does, but we never go far enough to meet anyone else; We do not fare well with strangers, you saw that for yourself when you awoke here. It frightens them, I think. The idea that we are not the last of our kind."

"And you?"

"I believe there are others. That there must be. I wish to find them, and even if there are not, I wish to try. There is so much out there, beyond Valinórë, and even beyond Middle-Earth. I want to go there. I want to see it for myself."

"An admirable quest. If you ever go, I would wish to go with you."

Ídrhil smiles.

"Curumo, it is Quenya, is it not? 'Skilled one,' if my memory serves."

"Where ever did you learn Quenya?"

"I would sneak out when I was young, when we would settle near the abandoned Vanyar camps. Sometimes there were scripts there -- I deciphered what I could from them. I fear my father has a far better grasp on the language than I, not that I would ever admit to him I knew any of it at all."

"In that case, I am pleased to say you remember quite well."

"Thank you," Ídrhil bows his head. When he raises it, their gazes meet again.

A moment passes.

"Curunír, in my tongue." 

"...I quite like the sound of that." He raises his glass with a smile, "Will you not drink to me, then? Is that not the custom?"

Ídrhil nods with a chuckle, sips from his cup finally. Curumo -- Curunír -- does the same. He sucks in a breath at the bitter taste.

"I've not ever tasted such strong wine."

"It is not our usual drink, I thought it might suit a Maia better than the tastes of the Tawarwaith traditional wine."

"Is that so? May I decide for myself?"

Ídrhil offers a glass that is all but empty, "I'm afraid I've had the majority of my own, I did not get much for I do not drink often --"

"That's alright," Curumo hushes him. They face each other, the light of the moon scarcely illuminating the balcony they stand on, and it is then the taller of the two takes a small step forward, with what little space between them collapsing and leans down, hesitating only slightly in anticipation before pressing his lips to the elf's.

The kiss is bitter, not in the way Ídrhil expects but in the familiar taste of the strong ale he's brought his companion -- alongside it mint, and the milk and honey of the sweet batter they'd shared earlier that evening as a traditional dessert -- and he melts deeper into the kiss as the cup falls from his hand and shatters against the marbled floor; He sighs, his hand coming to rest against the Maia's cheek and then shortly after tangles into dark hair as he indulges finally in the touch he's craved for so long. When Curumo finally pulls away, he's grinning, cunning as his name suggests and he licks the last of the wine from his own lips.

"Wine has never tasted so sweet, I think."

Ídrhil feels his face flush, and from trembling lips falls more broken Sindarin, but Curumo is smart enough to decipher it this time around --

"Kiss me again, please."

And he does, wrapping his arms around Ídrhil and pulling him close this time. He brushes a stray hair out of the druid's face just after. Neither say anything, and months of time, though but a fleeting moment in both their lives for as long as they have lived come rushing back to Ídrhil, and for once so does a future, a forever, worth living for.

"Le melin," the elf breathes, his head still resting against the immortal's.

Curumo tilts away inquisitively, awaiting again a translation, but Ídrhil does not offer one, shaking his head with a solemn smile, "Perhaps we best get back to the feast."

"If you so wish."

Silmarillion Jr., or:

A couple of translations/explanations because I know this has some weird deep universe lore to it.

Maia(r): A race of ancient immortal beings that helped create all living things.

Curumo: A Maia, who would later be sent to Middle-Earth as the much more recognizable Saruman.

Sindarin: The language of certain Elven races, generally what most people refer to as Elvish.

Mereth Nuin Giliath: Sindarin, "Feast Under the Stars."

Valinórë: The Kingdom West of Middle-Earth, where immortal beings such as elves and Maia reside.

Quenya: Another Elven language, spoken commonly in the Elves of Valinórë.

Vanyar: A race of Elves.

Tawarwaith: The Sindarin name for Wood-Elves.

Le melin: "I love you."

#i dont even have a tag for them yet. whatever. #dex.writes #gn. im not lucid enough to be perceived for this.

[daitranscripts]

What Pride had Wrought Pt. 10b

Hall of Shrines

What Pride had Wrought Masterpost Previous: Giving Chase

The PC heads towards the first puzzle. (This ambient dialogue is bugged and may not trigger.)

Morrigan: An interesting inscription: “Submit to law unyielding.”

PC: “Law unyielding”?

Morrigan: The ancient elves considered Mythal a god of justice.

Morrigan (Solas not in party): Perhaps this was some manner of courtroom? I cannot say.

Solas (if in party): To call it “justice” is simplistic. Mythal was properly invoked by those seeking vengeance.

Morrigan: Oh? Are they truly so different?

Solas: To those who followed her, yes.

After the PC completes one puzzle.

PC: That did something.

Morrigan: Indeed. Time to proceed to the next ritual, I should think.

The PC completes the second puzzle.

PC: There. The ritual is complete. Morrigan: We are close. There is but one more path to follow.

The PC examines the mural of Andruil.

PC: What’s this?

Morrigan: I believe we are in the presence of the elven goddess Andruil, Lady of the Hunt.

Solas (if in party): Or a goddess of sacrifice, according to some. Morrigan: Truly? I wonder if that is why Andruil’s patron animal is the hare.

Morrigan: ‘Tis said the Dalish invoke her before a chase. Especially if they happen to be stalking humans.

Dialogue options:

Dalish: No, we don’t. [1]

General: Or defending against them? [2]

General: (human PC): I hardly feel unsafe. [3]

General: That’s unsettling. [4]

1 - Dalish: No, we don’t. PC: My clan avoided human settlements, never mind raiding them. Morrigan: A sound tactic. If one has room to maneuver out of harm’s way. Other Dalish clans to not keep so scrupulously hidden. [5]

2 - General: Or defending against them? PC: Humans clash with elves all the time. There’s blood on both sides. Morrigan: I do not favor either. One hears things in Orlesian court. Many Orlesian commanders consider skirmishes against the Dalish excellent sport. [5]

3 - General: I hardly feel unsafe. PC: We’re lucky civilization as we know it is intact. Morrigan: Some admire the Dalish for avoiding the “gifts” of progress for so long. Many Orlesian commanders consider skirmishes against the Dalish excellent sport. [5]

4 - General: That’s unsettling. PC: The Dalish aren’t known for being so bloodthirsty, are they? Morrigan: ‘Tis only what I overheard in the empress’ court. Many Orlesian commanders consider skirmishes against the Dalish excellent sport. [5]

5 - Scene continues.

Morrigan: Very well, let us continue.

The PC approaches mural of Falon’Din

PC: Who is this meant to be?

Morrigan: Falon’Din. Overseer of funerals and guide to the elven dead. I have heard the Dalish invoke him on their deathbed, or before quests from which they expect no return

Dalish: Some of my clan did that. [6]

General: Facing death’s never easy. [7]

General: He’s less than cheery. [8]

General: That seems ill-omened. [9]

6 - Dalish: Some of my clan did that. PC: My clan’s hunters asked for his blessing when we fought bandits. Our Keeper taught them the prayers. Morrigan (Solas not in party): How different from the one’s sung here, I wonder. [10]

7 - General: Facing death’s never easy. PC: People cling to whatever gives them hope. Morrigan: Perhaps that’s why the Dalish sometimes refer to Falon’Din as “the merciful one.” [10]

8 - General: He’s less than cheery. PC: That’s not the last thing I want to think of on my deathbed. Morrigan: Perhaps it was meant to frighten the elves’ enemies. [10]

9 - General: That seems ill-omened. PC: I’m not sure how a “God of the Dead” inspired good fortune. Morrigan: Perhaps it was meant to frighten the elves’ enemies. [10]

10 - Scene continues

Solas (if in party): I do not believe they sing songs about Falon’Din’s vanity.

Dialogue options:

General: Tell me more. PC: Do you know any legends? ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

General: You know something. PC: Go ahead. You must have a legend for us. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

General: Let’s go. PC: We should move on. [15]

Solas: It is said Falon’Din’s appetite for adulation was so great, he began wars to amass more worshippers. The blood of those wouldn’t bow low filled lakes as wide as oceans. Mythal rallied the gods, once the shadow of Falon’Din’s hunger stretched across her own people. It was almost too late. Falon’Din only surrendered when his brethren bloodied him in his own temple.

Dialogue options:

Dalish: I’ve never heard that before. [11]

General: That was… grim. [12]

General: He sounds mad. [13]

General: Sounds like he deserved it. [14]

11 - Dalish: I’ve never heard that before. PC: My clan never told a story like that about Falon’Din. Solas: The further the Dalish spread, the further their stories branch and grow. Never mistake them for arbiters of “true” elvhen culture. [15]

12 - General: That was… grim. PC: Did ancient elves believe all their gods so terrifying? Solas: Yes, I believe they did. [15]

13 - General: He sounds mad. PC: No story is dramatic if the people in it act sensibly. Solas: Yes. Most tales pain Falon’Din’s stubbornness second only to his self-regard. [15]

14 - General: Sounds like he deserved it. PC: I’m surprised they let such a monster live. Solas: One does not lightly kill a god, Inquisitor. Even in legend. [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Morrigan: Let us be off then.

The PC completes the final puzzle.

- Cassandra Disapproves - Sera Disapproves - Iron Bull Disapproves - Blackwall Slightly Disapproves - Vivienne Slightly Disapproves + Solas Approves + Dorian Approves

PC: Everything is lit.

Party comments:

Varric: So… what now?

Sera: So can we go? now?

Cole (made more spirit): The whispers are louder.

Cole (made more human/personal quest not completed): It wants to say something, but I can’t hear it.

Morrigan: Come. Let us see if the doors have opened.

Next: Petitioner’s Chambers

#dragon age inquisition #dai transcripts #dragon age #dragon age transcripts #dragon age dialogue #dai #long post #what pride had wrought #wphw #there's some ambients i'm not too sure on at the moment #so this may update as i go

[kradogsrats]

I'm cheating and working a bit on the NCNE opening fic, which has somehow developed a morgue scene and a cameo appearance by Opeli, so here's some Katolis Clerical Order headcanon:

First of all, "Clerical Order" is clunky but the actual equivalent would be "clergy" and that makes the explicitly Christian roots of the word way too obvious, so we're going with the clunk.

The roots of the Order may be religious(?), if you go back far enough(?), but that is largely forgotten history. At present time, they are essentially a regimented professional society of public servants. They do, however, retain a high degree of control and involvement in traditional rituals that we would normally consider to be religious.

This includes basically all celebratory/ritualized legal procedures like marriage, formal recording of the birth/naming of a child or an adoption, and funerary rites. These are overseen mostly by the oldest, root branch of the Order, which would be considered the most religion-adjacent. The Cleric of the High Council traditionally comes from this branch.

Educated professions with a high level of regulation—medicine, law, and teaching—are also all regulated by branches of the Clerical Order. Aspirants of these disciplines may be trained in apprenticeships, but they must be certified by their order before they can practice in a government-run hospital, court, or school.

Less prestigious, but also included: tax collectors, a side branch of the legal order. Parts of the legal branch are also heavily intertwined with the military for the purposes of overseeing domestic public safety (town guards, etc.).

The Cleric of the High Council (High Cleric) has an encyclopedic knowledge of Katolian law and its history, and their primary purpose on the Council is to consult on passage of new laws and amendments or repeals of existing ones. The Crown has ultimate authority in declaring the law, but it is the clerics who will interpret and enforce it... so going against the High Cleric's advice has historically not worked out well. The High Cleric is among the top-ranking members of the Clerical Order as a whole, but as one member of an internal council of equals, not an absolute authority.

The Clerical Order has long-time anti-dark magic leanings, going back at least as far as the tail end of the Mage Wars and the Orphan Queen. Tradition dictates that it was the clerics who brought Katolis out of the chaos of the Mage Wars, largely by completely separating magic from all aspects of governance. Over the centuries, they have tried at several points to push for the total outlaw of dark magic in Katolian lands, but these campaigns were either unsuccessful or did not last for long due to concerns about ensuing imbalance of power between the five kingdoms.

Side note on that: after the Mage Wars, the emergent five kingdoms settled into a sort of détente with the understanding that the involvement of dark magic in any internal military conflict was essentially a mutually-assured-destruction scenario. The Mage Wars were characterized by periods of atrocities unimaginable without the use of magic, and while the overall power level of dark magic has long been in decline in the west, no one wants to risk a return to continuously escalating war crimes. Use of dark magic in open conflict with Xadia is more of a gray area, though its generally considered an unwise direction due to the concern it would cause within the kingdoms (who's next?) and the potential for large-scale retaliation from Xadia itself. Any kingdom that made the first move of bringing dark magic into the simmering border conflict risks finding itself abandoned by allies and the target of an annihilation-level invasion from elven and draconic forces. (Zubeia was actually fairly restrained in only ordering the assassination. Wiping Katolis off the map would have been within her rights, politically. There were probably some elven factions pushing for it.)

#headcanons #whoops that kind of wound up being about #dark magic #but the impetus was lissa being ashamed of what the clerics who prepared viren's body must have thought of his corruption SO #neither crows nor eagles au

[yb-cringe]

elven courtship rituals vs whatever pirate joe has going on

elven courting rituals: a centuries long tradition, birthed from a folktale, created as a way to show strength and honor your partner(s) as individuals

pirate joe’s courting: a wet cat leaving gifts at your doorstep. hes completely infatuated. made it up at 2 am after realizing he needed to prove he was worthy of her attention, no other pirate does this

#empires smp #asks