#:: luthien :: anthxlogy ::

[daeiron]

✨Daeron✨, Luthíen calls, her dogs following close on her heels.

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--- Daeron's playing halts and his eyes slide to where his sister walks. "Hm. . ." He drops from his perch and trails slowly beside. "Wherever are you headed, sister?"

[menelvagor]

Luthien scoops up her son, showering him in kisses.

Dior's giggles filled the sweet-scented air as he was lovingly smothered by his mother. "Nana- No! It tickles!" he screeched even as he laughed in her arms. He nuzzled into her shoulder, eyes screwing shut as he squirmed.

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[daeiron]

"I see. Why?"

“To the forest.” That wasn’t a lie.

[thegreatstrongbow]

Which tragic character from Ancient Greek literature are you?

patroclus

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

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[sashaofravenlock]

@anthxlogy liked for a stater! (For Luthien)

While their original plan was to be pregnant together, the timing did not work out, leaving her with child while her dearest friend had a baby on her hip. The fey put her feet up on the lounge, one hand rubbing her belly as she watched Luthien with Dior.

"How has Beren been enjoying fatherhood?"

[of-doriath]

Luthien and Celeborn are now at @anthxlogy

[menelvagor]

ANSWERED ASK - HUAN

Luthíen lays down a blanket and offers Huan a bone -✧- @anthxlogy

Huan barked happily, tongue fanning out of his mouth as he trotted over to Lúthien. He spun around in a couple of circles and then settled down on the blanket. Being careful with his large teeth, he gently took the bone from her with another thankful yip. His tail thumped contentedly against the ground.

[menelvagor]

Thingol sighed after reading the letter and looking at the costs, then placed his forehead in his hands. He could barely say no to her, yet stated the ridiculousness.

Lúthien,

It is you being the silly ones, my dear. What if no one comes to yours, as I tell them to stay in Menegroth?

Do you really think all of this necessary? Including. . . socks with Daeron's face embroidered into them as gifts?? And-- how many barrels of wine for our guests, fit for the whole of the world!

Can we not rethink some of these additions?

Signed,

Thingol

Ada,

Both Daeron and I agree that you are being silly. We will have the midwinter festivites here.

Love,

Luthien

P.S. I have attached various bills associated with the cost of throwing the party. xoxo.

[sashaofravenlock]

"What does that have to do with this?" She questioned as she looked at her friend.

She gave Luthien a confused look. "What do you mean by that?"

[daeiron]

He let her go, worry gnawing at his gut. In all their years she'd never held a secret this fiercely from him, telling him in confidence every attraction, every little fun thing which brought her joy-- he had always been her companion. His flute was twirled in his fingers, and he decided that if she did not desire a friend he still needed to know as a brother.

And so, he gave the message to the guard that they both would not be attending lunch, and followed beneath the guise of a fox.

She shot him another glare, annoyed to be waylaid when she was so eager to be in Beren’s arms once more.

There was a nest of nightingales in the windowsill, and she stuck out her finger for one to hop up. She whistled a melody at it, and the bird took flight.

She brushed past Daeron again. “I’m leaving now, my lord.”

[daeiron]

He took her words in silence, ignoring the sting, and knowing that this was not going to work. He needed to know where she went, not sit here and argue. Hands swung behind his back, he nodded slowly. Damn, she couldn't make this easy.

"Fine, have it your way. But if I am not your companion, I am not your messenger either. You go tell Ada you will be late for lunch, because I'm not going to."

“You haven’t offended me but you are not my keeper,” she shot back, wrenching her arm free. Her annoyance only grew when the guard listened to Daeron, and not her. “I do not need you to follow me everywhere.”

[daeiron]

What had he done to earn such ire? His violet gaze glittered in his own irritation, and with a hum he sent the guard a reassuring look and gestured for him to return to his post.

"Have I offended you, sister? I cannot imagine how. Feel free to enlighten me so we might put this trouble behind us."

Her eyes, dark as a starless night glared at him, annoyed at him grabbing her arm.

“It isn’t our outing. You aren’t invited.” She shot the guard an equally annoyed look. Why did no one seem to be listening to her today? “Good. Be wounded.”

[daeiron]

"Very well. Then where are you going?"

“I am not sneaking off. I am free to go where I wish.”

[daeiron]

she did not get far, sneaky sister that she was, and his hand grabbed her arm to hold it in his own. Definitely up to something.

"Of course you don't, as if I'd suggest something so ridiculous. A brother who misses our outings and always seems to find you slipped out without him, however? That's a different matter. We can guard ourselves, and have a little fun doing it. Unless you don't want to? Honestly Lú," He smiled, though there was a knowing in his eyes as he urged the guard forward again. ". . .I'm wounded."

She rolled her eyes, dismissing the guard with a wave of a ringed hand.

“I don’t need a guard to leave the palace.” Nothing could harm her in Melian’s girdle anyway. She brushed past Daeron, hoping he’d get the hint.

[daeiron]

His eyes narrow, suspicious and completely unbelieving. "Well why don't we go together then?" He asked as nonchalant as could be, pleasant smile plastered upon his face. "We can have a message sent to Ada, don't want you to be alone." He motioned for a guard to come nearer, watching her from the corner of his eye.

“…that doesn’t matter,” she answers, but there is a flush on her cheeks, a twinkle in her eye. “I need you to tell Ada that I can’t make it to lunch.”

[daeiron]

"Oh yes it is. It's been my job since the moment you were born to watch over you where Ada and Naneth couldn't. Just because you want to sneak off doesn't make that go away."

@daeiron "Stop lying and i won't have to stalk! I'm your brother, Lúthien. It's my job to make sure you'll be alright."

“Get a grip, Daeron. It’s not your job to do either.”