#promisesofstone

[pxnxply]

❝ i used to be someone, but now i’m not. ❞

Father son reunion in Valinor- Maeglin lives in "New Gondolin" with Idril but tbh he can travel if needed- nobody would miss him oof

@promisesofstone

"What are you, then?"

Eöl stood in the porch of the little house, shaded from the setting sun. His features pulled into a frown, deep in thought. Many things he had heard of Gondolin's fall, and no version of the tale sat well with him - no friend of Turgon was he, but Morgoth had been a greater enemy.

"Do you think it was my fault?"

[menelvagor]

Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. (Elurín and Thingol) -✧- @promisesofstone

The former King cradled the child in his arms, sitting calmly with his back against a large tree. Like a carbon copy of him the little elfling appeared, in the protective embrace of Elu Thingol. Their bright white hair stood out starkly against the dark trees around them.

The young one had been found out in the wilds, beside a mangled twin and shaking before the threat of large wolves. Yet, fate it seemed had brought the once mighty King and Queen to the confrontation, to save one of them. Now, they traveled the forests with a new companion, not yet privy to their blood relation. Yet, with strong suspicion. Intuition.

The elfling - whom they had barely managed to get a name from; Elurín - suffered injury from the wolf encounter and had scars now, months later. The protection and enchantment once so strong in Doriath was not in these wild lands, and so Thingol allowed his old and new scars come forth, visible to the child. To show that he was not alone. He gently brushed a hand over his head, smoothing his white waves of hair.

"You are not so different from me, gwinig," he said softly.

[sewing-elven-maid]

i don't need your help. (Kili on @promisesofstone )

@promisesofstone

Molinde raised a brow - well, that was the pride of a Dwarf and she had been warned. And yet, she would strive to find common ground - were not Dwarves similar to Noldor in mind and craft?

"I am sure you don't need my help, young Master Dwarf, I am merely offering, as a crafter myself." She had to be honest, Molinde still struggled in understanding the issues between Elves and Dwarves. After all, so much time ago, were not the Dwarves friends with Lord Curufin, and King Finrod, and Lord Maedhros, and Lord Celebrimbor?

She sighed softly, then sat down. "Elves and Dwarves used to be friends. May my services be an offering of peace, should you wish to ask." She smiled at the Dwarf. "My name is Molinde, although you might not think so it is apleasure for me to be your host."

[thelightoflothlorien]

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@promisesofstone Kili hated training with a sword: the bow was far easier, and if he needed a blade then he had his daggers. Still, Thorin insisted on training him with a sword and the little prince was loathe to upset his uncle (particularly when there was always the fear that Thorin would leave him behind and train only Fili as his heir.) “What?” Sleepily, Kili tried to recall what his uncle had said. “Why??”

Thorin rumbled with laughter as he bounced the small dwarf upon his shoulders.

“You’re getting big.” Came the simple explanation as he walked, carefully avoiding low-hanging branches. In the past, he was given a thorough scolding as one of his nephews came home with a scratch on his face due to such a branch. “Perhaps we have a few more years but soon, I will have to stop carrying you everywhere.”

[alightindarkplaces]

@promisesofstone sent: ( "Like a bag" from Legolas because it's hilarious to me. )

(x.)

The night was long and Frodo was deep in his cups, when he was struck suddenly by a strong desire to walk under the stars by the Sea. It was not possible, however, as they were miles from the nearest coast, but he knew of one other who shared in this longing. "Legolas!" he called to his friend, and taking his hand, attempted to pull the much larger elf onto his back, though for what purpose, he knew not. "Come! Walk with me- away into the night! She is calling."

[curufiin]

✏️ Finrod and Curvo ( @promisesofstone )

hehe…

Finrod: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Curufin: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

—

Finrod: I need to dye my hair.

Curufin: ...

Finrod: Or get another tattoo.

Curufin: ...

Finrod: Or a new piercing.

Curufin: Why?

Finrod: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

—

Finrod: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Curufin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

—

Finrod: You didn’t cry when bambi’s mother died?!

Curufin, sarcastically: Yes, it was very sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer.

—

Kidnapper: We have your child.

Finrod: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Finrod: Oh god, you have Curufin

[anthxlogy]

He wasn’t sleeping.

At least, that was what her maid had told her a week prior of her estranged husband. How the maid had learned this, Earwen didn’t know. Earwen had only turned her silver head away from the maid, a silent order to never mention @promisesofstone to her again.

Anger left unexamined, left to fester, still gripped Earwen’s heart, mind, the very essence of her fëa. She hadn’t known she was capable of this kind of rage. Not until it had gripped her.

Still, the maids words had echoed in her every waking moment.

He wasn’t sleeping.

Earwen hadn’t even been fully aware of what she was doing. She recalled the way the cobblestones felt under her bare feet, her mares confusion at being taken from her stall at this hour, but she hadn’t been aware of herself until she found herself at the side gate of the villa she once shared with Arafinwë…and their children. Their beautiful children. Improvements had been made, the two neighboring villas had been absorbed into the existing one. It had been necessary to do so when Arafinwë insisted on moving the Noldorin palace to Alqualonde.

When Earwen had dwelt here, the side gate had never latched properly. It seems that even the skilled craftsmen of the Noldor hadn’t fixed that. She slipped through, past the dozing guard, through the kitchen door, up the servants staircase —— where she came face to face with the room she and Arafinwë had once shared. She opened it, silent, refusing to look at the bed, where she and Arafinwë had once spent so many happy hours, where all of her children had been conceived and borne.

The room was indeed exactly the same. It was as if she had fallen back a century ago. After a moment she remembered her purpose. She brushed past Arafinwë, indeed, did not spare him even a glance, to sit on the cushioned bench of the windowsill. There she perched, her back to Arafinwë and the rest of the room, silver eyes watching the waves below.

[admirableringmaker]

@promisesofstone from [X]

In the shape of a shadow he had sped to Gondolin with haste, on the orders of his master. No reason had been given to him - Gorthaur was still in trouble for prior failures, and not privy to all information in Angband. 

In the king’s chamber he had waited, until the ‘king’ was dressed, revealing himself only once they were perfectly alone.

“Why weep, little king?” he crooned, barely able to contain the delight in his voice at the state of Maeglin. “You ought to be delighted. By all standards, your city thrives, and so free of traitors!”

He laughed.“Do not tell me: you actually miss them? The fools you have all had sent away - have you already forgotten how they treated you?”

[kingsxjewel]

promisesofstone

Kili stared at the woman, eyes wide as she wiped the tears from his face. She felt familiar, in a way the prince couldn't quite place. He certainly did not recognise her, hadn't met her in person (unless she'd been somewhere in the background of Mirkwood? She looked as though she'd fit there...) but there was something about her...

Before he could bring himself to ask who she was, however- she brought much anticipated news.

"My uncle is alive?? You're sure?"

He was crying again, though this time from joy and relief.

"That is... good news indeed."

Though worried eyes cast once again over Fili's unconscious form, he felt he could breathe once more. Which brought him back to...

"... who are you? A friend of Tauriel?"

~:~

A father unlady like snort passed her lips before she moved to sit on the other side of the cot. "No, I have met her in passing. I'm not entirely sure that the Elves... comfortable with my presence." It was clear that made her happy. Let them suffer a bit. "I am a friend to your uncle. Or at least I was... Once upon a time."

There was a sad smile on her lips as she remembered the first time meeting the stubborn dwarf. "You remind me if him a great deal young Prince. You have a good heart. I remember when he and I first met. It was just the same."

Blue eyes glittered with a light mimicking her stone form for a moment. "And so does your brother. You learned from a good man."

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[pxnxply]

❝ do you even know what honor is? ❞

(For Eöl from Maegs @promisesofstone )

“Do not speak to me in that tone, boy.” Eöl’s voice was sharp, threatening an explosion of his temper; his mood was foul today already. “I have tried to instil honour in you since you were a child. But it seems I have failed - only a dishonourable son would question his father.”

[menelvagor]

"You're not going to die, not under my watch." (Legolas to Haldir) -✧- @promisesofstone

Haldir breathed shallowly, pain searing his side where a goblin's blade had slashed him. His hand was covered in deep red blood from where he touched his wound. He had fought some of the goblins alone, but it was not enough to defeat them all and avoid harm. Thankfully, though, he was near to the forest of Greenwood. Thankfully, the prince of the Woodland Realm found him.

He looked up at the other elf, gaze focusing in and out on him, a slight smile on his face at the dedication stated in his words. "Your watch is ever most vigilant, mellon nín. I believe not that you would let me die so easily, so foolishly. I am in good hands." Though he felt like he might faint, he tried to get up so they could continue on.

[eaglestcr]

"I love looking at you." (Legolas @promisesofstone )

Soft Love starters | accepting

Aragorn laughed before looking away. "Why on earth would would you want to look at me?" He asked. Handsome was not a word he would have ever used for himself. His face had a certain character nor was he insecure. But he had been raised among the elves and while no one had ever been cruel to him he had compared himself to their number and noted the differences.

[sewing-elven-maid]

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

(Maeglin @promisesofstone in his survival au where he's eventually hiding out near Imladris)

Molinde sort of remembered Maeglin. Quiet, reserved. It appeared that he had survived too. It was indeed a blessing, regardless of the actions that had lead him in Imladris. She shrugged. "I don't, young Lord. Please go ahead."

She sighed softly. He looked a little bit sullen - a bit more than she remembered. "How are you doing here, young Lord?" Her tone was gentle, maybe a bit concerned.

It had been a long time since she last saw him, after all, and even then, the very few times had been for her embroidery work, so she kept a bit the distance.

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[ofthevanyar]

❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ (Finrod's first words to Amarië after coming through the Halls of Mandos. Still scarred, exhausted from relief. @promisesofstone )

Amarië's spine stiffened at the voice behind her. At first, she was startled by hearing anyone at all. It was early, Arien having only just begun her ascent. Her most devoted assistants were never here at this hour. The s t i l l n e s s of dawn was hers alone. 

Even when she realized who the voice belonged to, she did not relax. Her hands tightened around the graphite. Her eyes rose from her blueprint to the open window that her desk faced, trying to ground herself, trying to breathe. Slowly, carefully, she set down the piece of graphite that had been so furiously sketching just a moment ago. 

She felt a cool breeze across her bare fingers. The silver ring that once had graced her pointer finger lay in a dusty, forgotten box, unopened since she closed it the first time. Even when she had moved to Valmar all those years ago, she had not looked for it, sought no sign of it still being in existence.

She almost didnt turn to face him at all, content to watch the sunrise as if Findaráto had never come in. As if his voice were no more than an echo of a memory carried on the morning breeze. But, she knew she could not avoid him forever. Not when he had traveled to Valmar to see her. Slowly she turned, stepping off the stool she was perched on. She did not move closer.

❝Findaráto,❞ she forced a smile, though it felt as though she were drowning. ❝I...did not know - I did not know you were -❞

Back? Reborn? In Valmar? 

She had never known of his death, nor that he was reborn. She always assumed she would know when he died, there would be some change in the air - something. But, in retrospect, it made sense. They were never bonded. The Noldor were banished. Why would she know? 

❝Your journey was not too exhausting, I hope?❞ She grasped for any sense of normalcy, any control over the situation. She had been criticized before for being too formal, too stilted. Clearly it was an apt commentary. 

[thegreatstrongbow]

did you just congratulate me for having sex with you?

(Lindir. @promisesofstone )

"Well, yes."

Beleg lounged on the bed, in what he would call an artfully dishevelled pose. He flicked a strand of hair from his face and grinned, mischief in his eyes.

"It is not everyone who gets to sleep with a hero of legend. And renowned lover, I should add."

[thelightoflothlorien]

you're not yourself .

(Kili to dragon sickness Thorin)

They finally had Erebor. After all those years away from his home, Thorin was there. Finally, he could be happy… but the happiness did not last long. As the time went on, he found himself more and more paranoid, looking for someone, something to blame for his unrest. The arkenstone was still missing and the king was not at all happy about that fact.

Kili’s voice broke through to him as he fixated on the fact that the stone was nowhere to be found.

“I am not myself?” He questioned the younger dwarf. “I am most myself, nephew.”