#anthxlogy: Aegnor

[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."

[helreginn]

Hel covers it in his hands. That.. only proves how desperately he needs one, "No, please take it. Please."

For Aegnor.

"Listen, neither of us want me here, I'll just go on ahead to Valhalla - "

[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?"

@anthxlogy

[namoinmandos]

Aegnor bites Namo. The biting will continue until Andreth is returned to him.

( @anthxlogy - silly little thing for you.)

@anthxlogy

Namo sighs, pulling away from the bites. The petitioning has started and is never stopping. "Have you been talking to Feanor and his sons again, child?"

[telershe]

SC// for unchill cousin aegnor @anthxlogy

how  could  she  grasp  what  cannot  be  spoken?  impending  dread  poisoned  youthful  splendour,  the  brush  snatched  from  her  hand  and  replaced  with  steel.  she  would  learn  to  paint  with  blood,  it  seemed,  an  inevitable  fate  she  wished  to  seal  off  and  never  think  of  again  long  before  she  spilled  it  first.  eryndis  was  nothing  if  not  a  daughter  of  duty  carved  from  the  trees  of  doriath  and  what  remains  of  teleri  grace.  ❛  cousin.  ❜ a  moment  broached,  and  suddenly,  she  felt  so  small.  ❛  what  happens  to  my  soul  if  i  like  it?  ❜  killing,  war  ─  the  righteous  act  of  vengeance  did  not  speak  to  her  naturally.

[sungsilver]

“  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ”

( @anthxlogy - from Aegnor)

PROMPT //

she  snorts,  inelegantly.  the  kind  saved  for  kin  and  those  who  saw  beyond  the  lineage  and  into  her  soul.  a  sideways  look  shot,  arms  crossed  and  chin  lifted.  ❛ oh  please.  ❜  she  said,  voice  dry  as  summer  grass.  ❛  and  you’re  only  saying  that  because  you’ve  decided  being  seen  beyond  something  means  being  unworthy?   which  is—how  would  you  or  my  other  barbaric  uncles  put  it  ?  ah,  yes:  utter  horse-shit.  ❜

but  there  is  nothing  but  humour  stitched  between  each  lilt.  the  glint  in  eye  that  was  unmistakably  reminiscent  of  her  mother,  not  in  her  majesty,  but  in  the  dangerous  mischief  she’d  once  wielded  like  a  blade.  and  yet  celebrían’s  tone  was  her  own.  warm  beneath  the  wit,  steady  beneath  the  spark.

❛ people  are  strange  about  beauty.  especially  that  which  burns  too  brightly.  though  i  imagine,  just  as  they  fawn  at  naneth’s  feet,  they  do  at  yours  too.  what  a  terrible  curse.  ❜  she  snickers  softly.  ❛ i  just  think,  there’s  far  more  to  you  and  your  wit  than  just  the  stone  that  sharpens  your  blade,  uncle.  ❜

[nuruhuine]

Aegnor picks up Gildor and tosses him into the ocean. It’s his right as an uncle.

( @anthxlogy )

Inbox Answered---

--- Gildor gave a yelp, followed by much flailing. "Uncle! Uncle be reasonable! We can work this out----" so much for that, down he goes into waves with a very undignified screech, swallowed by water and sea foam. Up he splutters, drowned blonde cat, and gets barrelled over by a wave. He'll be alright.

But you better run Aegnor. Finrod is right behind you. And he's smiling.

[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..."

[saelinde]

#SAELINDE IS A HIGHLY SELECTIVE , CANON DIVERGENT, INDEPENDENT PORTRAYAL OF ANDRETH FROM TOLKIEN LEGENDARIUM TAKEN FROM THE SILMARILLION, HISTORY OF MIDDLE EARTH, AND LORD OF THE RINGS. HEADCANON BUILT. RINGS OF POWER FRIENDLY. WRITTEN BY HANNAH. 25+.

'I did not say that it was ever my hope,’ answered Andreth. 'And even were it so, I would still cry: why should this hurt come here and now? Why should we love you, and why should ye love us (if ye do), and yet set the gulf between?’

A study in mortality, rebirth into immortal realm. Of love lost by merit of a different fate. Wisdom, hope, bitterness, arguing against the tide of what is and striving to what could be.

SIDEBLOG TO @iriysse AFFILIATED WITH: @anthxlogy

CARRD. ( to be added )

PSA: Andreth of this interpretation is reborn at the end of the First Age as an elf in reward to Aegnor for fighting in the War of Wrath. However she was put into a body that looks very dissimilar to her own.

[fellfire]

Aegnor is now at @anthxlogy

[helreginn]

Did you know that polar bears will stalk their prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

I would say that’s a grizzly fate, but the pun would be too unbearable.

- Aegnor

"Speaking of unbearable..."

"You had an awful lot of time on your hands to think that up. What happened to the errand I gave you?"

[helreginn]

She narrowed her eyes and made a face, rather like a petulant teenager at his back as he walked away. Even going so far as to stick her tongue out at him.

“You’re ridiculous.” He said finally, stalking off to the kitchens for something to eat.

[promisesofstone]

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

(Aegnor for Finrod, @anthxlogy )

It was difficult not to laugh.

Finrod regarded his younger brother with a careful smile, one that trembled ever so slightly at the edges with the effort of holding back his mirth.

"You're not ... often right, Aegnor... besides," he sighed, placing the missive back onto the table. "When I disagreed with you this time, it was with the fervent hope that Galadriel would refer to our uncle without expletives in an official document."

@anthxlogy

[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."

[promisesofstone]

❝ it’s time you told me the rest of your plan, don’t you think? ❞

(@anthxlogy - Aegnor for Finrod!)

"Now why would I do that?"

Finrod smirked, continuing to delicately carve the little wooden block in his hands. Slowly but surely, it was taking a more elegant shape. A long curve seemed to be forming.

"It is far too entertaining watching you fret over it."

@anthxlogy

[helreginn]

"You are sure? Yet I do not see him. How sure are you?"

"I mean I threw a ball, and he chased it. He'll be back soon, I'm sure."