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[naganye]

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It was the middle of summer but it certainly didn't seem like it. The capital of Yovain perched on top of a mountain, half of it hewn out of the mountain. How it had ever been built was a marvel in and off itself, but as Sasha's party drew closer towards the city and passed under the huge gatehouse, it became more obvious. Parts of the wall- and buildings inside the city- had been replaced with solid ice, and if one were to peer through it they would see that part of the mortar used to build the wall was included bones.

The party would need to climb even higher to reach the citadel. It was so tall it was nearly above the clouds, but not quite. The gates were open though the portcullis behind them were not. It opened with magic. There was a woman there to greet them, standing alone among the training soldiers. It seemed that Sasha's husband to be hadn't come down to greet her- yet.

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[admirableringmaker]

The hound laid against the door to Celebrimbor’s council room, waiting loyally for her master to finish his meeting. As she saw another approaching, she barked once to alert them, and then she felt it, a heaviness in the air and magic prickling at her skin. There was something wrong about this elf, he wasn’t what he pretended to be. She got to her feet, hackles raised, and snarling loudly at the figure, not letting him get anywhere near the door. //Feanorian pet

It could not be.

Huan was dead. There were no more of his kind in Middle-Earth. Certainly not in Celebrimbor’s halls. 

And yet. Annatar felt a chill come over him as he approached and stared down the dog.

“Good pup,” he crooned, trying to ignore the unsettled feeling. “Let me pass. Your lord wants to see me.”

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[first-son-of-finwe]

The woods were dark, and Fëanor's torch was the only thing that illuminated the tall, imposing trees. He wondered how they would have looked in the light, or if the light of the Trees of Valinor had ever reached this far. Perhaps they had always stood in the darkness.

A million thoughts ran through his mind, scattered and chaotic. Still, his senses were sharp and hyper-alert in this unfamiliar territory - and soon, they caught sight of something alive and moving.

"Stop!" he demanded, raising his sword and advancing towards the moving being. His eyes flashed with anger, ready to capture or slay whoever dared to encroach on his territory. "Lay down your weapons!"

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#sashaofravenlock #closed starter #have fun with crazy elf boy <3

[thegreatstrongbow]

one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye // for Mabs

“Sasha,” Mablung lay on the cold stone, the blood seeping from his side. He grasped for Sasha, but he did not have the strength to lift his head.

“Sasha, please, help me… let me look at you, one last time.”

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[askrossiel]

"I'm just taking a productivity nap."

"I think I might join you. I'm getting nowhere with this sonnet, and perhaps a moment to rest the eyes will help the next line or two find its way to me."

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[pxnxply]

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath //for Melian

"... Sasha."

If she had had a beating heart, it would have stopped in that moment, as she removed the bandage to see the scars beneath, their shape and their making obvious to her. Melian's hands trembled and she turned away for a second, using the need to get more salve to compose herself.

"... How did this happen?"

#sashaofravenlock #ic; melian #answered

[sindarlin]

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor +reverse for Mabs there's no way she'd win

“I think victory is mine.” Mablung looked down at her, holding himself above her and straddling her hips. His face was flushed from their tumbling, his hair coming out of his ponytail, and his eyes bright and proud. 

“But what shall I claim as my prize, hm?”

#answered #sashaofravenlock #ic; mablung

[gxldenfinwe]

@sashaofravenlock from X

"I am not afraid of you."

He had taken this fortress with the might of his army, without the aide of the Valar. He had thrown down the Enemy and sent him to the mercy - or, as he would prefer, lack thereof - Manwë. The sorcerer had escaped, but he would find him soon.

Arvo's guards stood behind him as he looked at her.

"Until I know what kind of creature you, you will not be going anywhere. I will not let any servants of the Enemy run free."

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[legendariium]

“You had a rough landing, don’t try to move, yet.” // for Eönwë

The Maia was still dazed from the fall. He made it safely out of harm’s way, yes, but what was the cost? There were at least two arrows embedded in his wings. Eonwe didn’t think anyone was around to see him land, but he was quick to recognize the woman as an ally.

“Where are we? We are out of enemy territory, yes?”

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#Eonwe #sashaofravenlock #:D

[chaoswrought]

Two days prior, Sasha had managed to make it into the hallway, only to end up in the hands of one of the orc guards. Even after being brought back to bed and cared for, the damage was done. This morning, a fever crept over the fey shown by the sweat developing on her brow and prompted by the red and inflamed stitches that reached from her shoulders and down her back. // for Neti

"Of course it is a fever," He mumbled more to himself than her as he moved around Sasha checking her over for anything else that might be hindering his work. He clicked his tongue as he replaced stones set carefully on her forehead, neck, palms, thighs and armpits, each bringing a cooling sensation but not a freezing one. It balanced her body trying to overheat while he finished the last bits of his potion for the infection.

#sashaofravenlock #Neti threads

[admirableringmaker]

@sashaofravenlock from [X]

Blood poured over his hand, clutching to his chest. The blade had sliced clean through his armoured gauntlet. Sauron had screamed in rage and pain, turning the soldiers in front of him to ash. His world felt like it was collapsing inwards and he stumbled onto his knees as she removed his helm.

"The king's son. The man." he growled, seething with rage. "Isildur. He took it. He stole it." With his bloodied hand, he gestured to the advancing army. Sauron summoned his strength, unwilling to let his forces believe him defeated, and rose to his feet.

"Sasha. I need it."

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[ravencounsellor]

🔪

Sasha had been gone for a while when the incident happened. The assassin was clearly as surprised to see Erestor as Erestor was to see him, but only a moment passed before the elf was defending himself against the intruder’s flurry of attacks. By the time Sasha returned the assassin was dead, his own knife plunged through his heart in one clean strike.

“Good evening,” Erestor greeted when Sasha walked in, a glass of wine in his hand. “An assassin paid you a visit earlier. I told him you weren’t home.”

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#I don’t know all the context or who would hire someone to kill Sasha #but I hope this works :D #i figured he’s at sasha’s home #wherever it is in whichever verse we’re going with here #i know we’ve had some stuff but my inconsistent bum hasn’t rly set anything yet #answered #sashaofravenlock

[thegreatstrongbow]

A few soft sniffles filled the empty air as Sasha laid in the private healing room, her body aching despite being helped to reposition. She didn't pay attention to who walked in, not wanting to turn her head and show that she was crying.

"Sasha."

Mablung had brought hot drinks for the both of them, but when he heard her sniffling he hurried set them down - spilling a little on his hand, but he just shook it off as he crouched by her side.

"Sasha, what happened?"

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[weariedwight]

@sashaofravenlock sent: Medic

There was no hesitation as Faegalad ushered Sasha inside - alarm bright in her otherwise stoic behavior. Her brow already knitted tight with worry, before she even knew just how badly the fey was injured. She just... hoped she could help her, given how little she could use healing magic, but... she knew enough physical aid to help on the battlefield. Surely it could apply then as well?

"What happened, mell nín?" she asked, her voice soft, as she guided Sasha to a chair. Her golden gaze scanning over her friend as she assed her injuries, and did her best to keep herself steady. DId her best to ignore the uncomfortable, almost fearful beating of her heart. Because... truthfully, she had never been good dealing with the wounded. There was a reason why she had always kept a focus on fighting. "I can do what I can, but... I can send for a healer if you would prefer."

#sashaofravenlock #v; tbd

[the-constrainer]

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“I see, then in that I am comforted in my choice,” He said simply and the chains that bound her shattered like the steward had, “You will work in this level, my second and I aim to concieve a child, when they come you will tend to them if we cannot,” he started as he walked forward expecting her to follow through the gardens, “Other than this you will have chores each day and otherwise be free to wander the gardens, or library or such.” He gestured as they started into the more central palace high on top of Angband, filled with colourful tapestries and paints, armor and weapons and more to catch the eye.

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[pxnxply]

@sashaofravenlock from [X]

"There is no time to rest. I have so much to do. Tinúviel is waiting." Beren protested, sitting up and groaning. His wound ached, but it was not so bad. He had had worse.

He frowned, scanning the treeline, catching a glimpse of golden hair.

"Why are you up there?"

#sashaofravenlock #ic; beren