#anthxlogy

[registxr]

// i think my current writers block is being caused by guilt over how long some replies are taking me. I am trying very hard to Get Over That.

[pxnxply]

❝ I don’t know how to ask this… but do you think you’re going to stick around?❞

(Modern! Talion and Ioreth perhaps 👀)

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The first thing he felt, before panic or dread, or guilt, was joy. Why shouldn’t he be happy? He had always wanted a family. 

But then cold reality set in. What good was he? A shitty job, nothing to his name. He could not give her the comforts she was used to. That she - and the baby - deserved. God, her father was going to kill him.

He looked away, ashamed. “Unless you would rather I didn’t...”

@anthxlogy

[gxldenfinwe]

“I tell you these things because I love you,”

( @anthxlogy - from ur wife)

“I love you.” Arvo answered quietly, turning away from Eärwen to look forlornly out the window. “And I know that you are right. But that does not make it easy.”

[menelvagor]

Continued from here. For @anthxlogy - Celeborn.

Thingol began to lead Celeborn, though he turned back to look down at him at the comment about his children. He shook his head and gave him a stern look, but it was not wholly so. He held utter love in his heart for his dear young ones, no matter the mischief they got up to. One day, the younger elf himself might know some of the struggle, and he would not tease so freely then.

"Yea, Lúthien and Daeron might be compared some days to orcs and as destructive as dragons, but they are my family whom I cherish. Thou art included in this; it brings me joy to see thee again."

When Celeborn changed direction of their discussion, Thingol followed. "I have also heard from my marchwardens and my wife of their concerns for our borders, where dark things continue to creep, and seem ever more to grow in number." None of the beasts surpassed their strength yet, but the looming darkness did cause concern. It made Thingol wish to stay and keep his dearest within the Girdle. "Why doth thou surmise they are bolder now?"

[promisesofstone]

Continued from here @anthxlogy “Yeah, sure, Ingoldo.” Aegnor rolled his eyes, tossing stick into the fire. “I’m sure you will meet a beautiful Maia here. Who are you, King Thingol?”

"Ha! No, for I would not marry a maia, no matter how fair. My heart belongs still to Amarië. I choose to interpret the legend a little differently," Finrod leaned back on his hands and gazed up at the stars, deep in thought. "Perhaps the maia will bless this isle for us, and bring untold riches..."

[sashaofravenlock]

Random starter for @anthxlogy and @menelvagor

Orc hunts differed in Lothlorien than they did in Imladris. At home they had to seek out roving orc bands which threatened to get too close to their borders, even if entry was near impossible. Here in Lothlorien, they waited for the fight to come to them, which while boring, gave her time to get pets from just about every marchwarden on this side of the wood. With Elrond's blessing, she was taken by Celeborn for the day on the off chance that one of the reported bands got too close.

Her sight was greater than that of elves and when she whined, those who knew her bristled and looked in the direction she stared in. Minutes of whining and excited snapping of her jaws passed until the first wardens saw the cause of her excitement and by then she was looking to Celeborn for direction, her paws taping against the grass as she tried to remain still.

[friendofmen]

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

(@anthxlogy - LOOK at the restraint I’m showing, only two memes!)

Finrod, absorbed as he was in his music, did not hear the footsteps at his door. A hand fell ond his shoulder and he jumped, startled.

"Mother," he greeted her warmly once he realised who it was. He stood up to wrap his arms around Eärwen's. "I trust your trip has been good? How fare my grandparents?"

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[helreginn]

What do you call a bear without teeth?

….

A gummy bear!

- Aegnor - idk why we started sending dad jokes but I’m here for it

"Have you ever even had a gummy bear? It was funny, I admit. But I am curious."

[first-son-of-finwe]

“So, fuck you. You can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.”

(@anthxlogy - from Earwen)

Fëanor's expression didn't change as he listened. She was not the first to say these things, and she certainly wouldn't be the last - but he couldn't deny that the impact was stronger.

What could he possibly say to her? Nothing that would change her anger, her grief or anything she thought of him.

"I have not come to change your mind about anything I have done," he said finally. "I know well that we're past that."

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[pxnxply]

“... I can identify trees.” That was one... Two and three did not come so easily. Eöl hesitated. “And identifying minerals and ores, and... “

“Name them,” she challenged. “Name three things you know how to do well that aren’t smithing.”

[pxnxply]

Ioreth kisses Talion, lightly biting his bottom lip as she pulls away.

@anthxlogy

Bite a man

He flushed and laughed.

"You taunt me. I'm supposed to be leaving..."

[gxldenfinwe]

❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞

(@anthxlogy)

"It isn't kind to mock." Arvo complained, but his tone was soft, teasing in turn. "You say such sweet things."

[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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[silmarilled]

fëanor grins and spreads his arms wide, victory, the first conversation he's had in what feels like decades. may well have been decades - the only person who talks to him here is námo and it is always lacking. always circling around a topic, forever scratching at the wounds that have festered for millennia and will continue to do so for as long as he continues to show so little remorse. and for what does he have to be remorseful for? leading his people to a world of their own making? for seeking out morgoth in an effort to be rid of him?

"ah, so you know who i am. and i have wronged someone dear to you perhaps? no one is sent to my little cage without reason. perhaps it is a lesson? though for whom, you or me, i wonder."

Nàmo’s halls were strange and winding. Doors seemed to go nowhere, corridors appeared and seemed to shift once one was inside them. He cared little for coming here - but, Galadriel’s brother was still here, and he visited him on occasion.

‘Perhaps he might be cajoled back to the land of the living,’ Finarfin would say whenever he or another of his family would go to visit. He was always disappointed, but Celeborn saw something of Celebrían in Finarfin, and so he could not refuse his father in law anymore than he could refuse his daughter.

It had been a mistake to come today, however. Nàmo seemed to be in the mood for games.

Celeborn, upon seeing Feanor, turned to leave, only to find that the door from whence he came had disappeared. Typical.

He grit his teeth and turned back, silver eyes glancing the Noldo over.

“You have not wronged me.” He responded. “I’m quite sure we’ve never met.”

[promisesofstone]

@anthxlogy // Continued from here “Ingoldo,” Aegnor whined, although he would deny it. “You’re being ridiculous.” His nearby horse stamped its feet impatiently, reflecting the mood of its rider.

Smirking, Finrod refused to look at his younger brother. Uncharacteristic though it was, he was enjoying this little moment of cruelty, of keeping Aegnor guessing and impatient. Continuing to carve in silence, the wood continued to take shape- a long, thin curve coming from a block that was slowly softening with each scrape of the knife.

"How could you possibly not know what this is yet?" He tutted, trying to keep the amusement from his voice: "I thought you were good at guessing things, Ambaráto."

[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?"