curunisilme

[curunisilme]

Just testing the waters at becoming more active again

Name: Lelyafinwe, meaning delicate of Finwe. Sindarized: Iruifin.

Nicknames: Lelye, Lele, Silver Witch, Feanorian Witch

Description: Lelye is the youngest child of Feanaro and Nerdanel, born in Formenos a few years prior to the Noldor’s return to Beleriand, she would have been a toddler during the crossing. Each elven pregnancy takes energy and spirit from the mother (and father), given that Nerdanel had seven previous pregnancies, Lelye was a surprise- but nonetheless welcome. However, it was much more of a struggle for her to be carried to term, she was born prematurely, and was frail and ill the first weeks of her life which was worrisome to Feanor, sparking fears of what had happened to his mother, happening to his youngest child. Due to this fear, Feanor used unorthodox methods to strengthen her spirit to allow her to live. Though it isn’t known exactly what was done, there are rumors of him breaking his banishment to take his child to the pools of Telpirion’s sap, using the magical substance to cure her. Others say that he used the remainder of his invention, silima to cure her, regardless of his method, the next Lelye was seen again by her brothers or mother, her black hair had turned silver, near white and her grey eyes were now like mirrors.

After the events of the darkening, and the flight of the Noldor, her fathers death and Maedhros’ abduction, she was raised by Maglor until the return of her elder brother, then proceeded to spend her young life traveling between her four elder brothers abodes, with occasional visits south to see Amrod and Amras. Due to the troublesome nature of her birth, despite the cure her father had given her, she grew up physically weak, with a tendency to fall ill or lethargic and because of this, her brothers sheltered her, keeping her hidden from public eye and protected at any cost. Because of this and traits inherited from both mother and father, she grew endlessly curious as to what life was like, what the world was like outside of the comfort of her brothers protection, and this would get her in trouble relatively often. Lelye had a love for nature from a very early age, a knack for growing anything her heart desired so long as she had seed and proper resources, and a bond with animals similar to that of Celegorm or the twins Ambarussa. As she grew older, the powers she had gained due to her father’s intervention in her health began to show, her affinity for nature becoming mystical and the gift of magic and sorcery given to some elves presented itself in her. It took years of self learning, taking help wherever she could, but primarily her own exploration of her powers and skills, many hardships and lessons learned, but soon she had earned a reputation for herself beyond that of her inherited titles and family name.

Lelye never took the Oath of Feanor, being too young when it was sworn by her brothers, and wise enough to avoid doing so when older, and she never participated in kin slayings, though was always there to heal her brothers when they returned injured. Though, before the second kin slaying, her brothers foresaw the path that their Oath would take them, and not wanting to curse their sister to follow them, she was gifted a cottage in the woods, built by them to keep her safe and hidden where she could practice her witchcraft as she wished. Still, after the second kin slaying, she offered them shelter in her new home, and a place to heal, as well as after the third. From that cottage she continued to live her life; secluded, though for those who needed her help and were of pure intention, she would clear a path.

After the climax of the first age, she migrated to Eregion, grieving there and giving guidance to her nephews. She sailed West after the death of Celebrimbor to beg pardon from the Valar for her families sins as well as some of her own.

Personality: Curious, kind, helpful, somewhat childish with a hint of mischief, stubborn, lustful, introverted, emotional, sensitive.

[curunisilme]

Amir Khusrau - The Romance of Duval Rānī and Khizr Khān tr. by Sunil Sharma

[curunisilme]

Please help two girls in love make their dreams come true!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, and that reason being is that life has gotten very busy for me, but in the best way possible. Over the past year I have developed a serious relationship with a girl who makes my heart do somersaults and brightens my life, and I have been working very hard to save money to move over seas and be with her. However, with the current economic situation in the United States it is very difficult to both make enough money to pay for my basic necessities such as rent, insurance and grocery and put money aside, even working a full time job.

I started a Plumfund fundraiser in order to hopefully reach my goal so that I can move to be with her and be able to help support ourselves while waiting to get a Visa so that I could continue to work.

Any Donations would be extremely appreciated and welcome!

Please like and share this over any platform you can, reblog and tag, whatever you can do to get the word out! Thank you so so much!

https://www.plumfund.com/travel-fund/bex-and-bugs-dream-come-true

[curunisilme]

“Only the ones the peak my interest,” she teases, barely above a whisper as she goes back to focusing.

“This is going to feel cold,” she warned, leaning down to scoop up some of the concoction in her Mortar, and gently place it on the curve of his spine, “you’ll feel tingling and numbness, but the pain should fade and that’s the first step.”

Carefully, she rubbed the mixture along his spine, going up about five vertebrae before going back down, seeping her own magic into the salve as well.

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."

[curunisilme]

Lelye smiles at that- she certainly was! She always enjoyed praise as well, she was a sucker for it. She watched the potion simmer, sitting back with a soft sigh, then looked to Hestia as she spoke again. Her eyes unfocused a moment as she let herself think over the implications of what she was saying.

Her eyes met Hestia’s again, “would you…like such a thing? I didn’t know I was the type to catch your interest?”

Lelye loved potions- she had decided to take an advance class this year and she was so glad she did. Yes, she was learning much, and felt proud that she was achieving some of the highest scores in the year but she quickly learned that there was more to enjoy than just the material. She had been seated next to a Slytherin in the same year as her, Hestia, and they had become the only distraction possibly keeping her from getting that perfect score. She’d miss a vital note here, or slip up in an answer there because she had been distracted by the other female student- not that they had to do much.

Some days it felt as if it were on purpose, Hestia would laugh a certain way, make Lelye forget what it eas that was being discussed. Or while making a potion, they would stir the pot in a way that somehow made them look irresistible- it just wasn’t fair!

Lelye knew the reputation for Hestia, she knew she should try to keep herself from crushing on the Slytherin, but it was always difficult. She supposed that her high score would just be that- high, but just below perfect, so long as Hestia distracted her…though the more time went on, the more she found it hard to care.

@realmofthegods

[curunisilme]

“Lucky for you, I prefer my partners to consent, though a little rough play can be loads of fun,” she hums, rolling up her sleeves to put together the herbs, a few recognizable, one or two that were not. There was a particular liquid that had a magical shimmer to it, she added three drops before grinding it all together with her mortar and pestle.

Once she was finished, she returned to the seating area, her attitude becoming much more serious as she kneeled next to him. She set the mortar down, first, her petite, cool hand moved up his spine with featherlight touch. Her magic seeping into the bones and brow furrowing as she focused on what could possibly be causing his ailment. Perhaps there was an explanation other than a curse- though she knew all about those as well.

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."

[curunisilme]

Lelye’s blush deepens, “Hestia- we are in class!” Though that definitely wasn’t a no. She looked again despite herself and licked her lips nervously before looking away with a small smile.

“And good girls do not act such a way in public,” she continued, adding the root when it came time, distracting herself with stirring. Seven clockwise then one counter clock wise…

Lelye loved potions- she had decided to take an advance class this year and she was so glad she did. Yes, she was learning much, and felt proud that she was achieving some of the highest scores in the year but she quickly learned that there was more to enjoy than just the material. She had been seated next to a Slytherin in the same year as her, Hestia, and they had become the only distraction possibly keeping her from getting that perfect score. She’d miss a vital note here, or slip up in an answer there because she had been distracted by the other female student- not that they had to do much.

Some days it felt as if it were on purpose, Hestia would laugh a certain way, make Lelye forget what it eas that was being discussed. Or while making a potion, they would stir the pot in a way that somehow made them look irresistible- it just wasn’t fair!

Lelye knew the reputation for Hestia, she knew she should try to keep herself from crushing on the Slytherin, but it was always difficult. She supposed that her high score would just be that- high, but just below perfect, so long as Hestia distracted her…though the more time went on, the more she found it hard to care.

@realmofthegods

[curunisilme]

Lelye pouted, closing the door behind her and going to sit nearby, a pout on her face, “don’t you like my charm? I would like to think it’s rather effective.”

She sighs and looks him over, scanning him head to toe. Her eyes unfocused when they got to his legs, as if looking deeper, trying to figure out what would be best. After a minute she hummed to herself and got up again, “I can help you- it will not be absolute, you will need to maintain what I do, but it will be a decent resolution for your…problem.”

Lelye began to collect the ingredients needed, “lay on the couch for me, on your stomach and take off your shirt, lower your trousers so I can access your lower spine….” She turned to him and gave a saucy look, “or all the way if you’re more comfortable with that.”

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."

[curunisilme]

“Two…of course,” she scribbled in her notes, trying to ignore the heat brought by Hestia’s gaze. It was really unfair the affect that they had on her, Lelye knew that feeling such a way was a bad idea. She heard the rumors and was a smart girl- but sometimes her logic lost to her physical desires, rarely, but it happened.

Her breath caught in her chest hearing Hestia’s teasing, silver eyes glancing back up at her, shocked to hear- “I-I am alwa-“ she paused and tucked stray hair behind her ear, offering a timid smile, “it’s mean to tease with something so tempting.”

Lelye loved potions- she had decided to take an advance class this year and she was so glad she did. Yes, she was learning much, and felt proud that she was achieving some of the highest scores in the year but she quickly learned that there was more to enjoy than just the material. She had been seated next to a Slytherin in the same year as her, Hestia, and they had become the only distraction possibly keeping her from getting that perfect score. She’d miss a vital note here, or slip up in an answer there because she had been distracted by the other female student- not that they had to do much.

Some days it felt as if it were on purpose, Hestia would laugh a certain way, make Lelye forget what it eas that was being discussed. Or while making a potion, they would stir the pot in a way that somehow made them look irresistible- it just wasn’t fair!

Lelye knew the reputation for Hestia, she knew she should try to keep herself from crushing on the Slytherin, but it was always difficult. She supposed that her high score would just be that- high, but just below perfect, so long as Hestia distracted her…though the more time went on, the more she found it hard to care.

@realmofthegods

[curunisilme]

Lelye opened the door for him when he finally arrived, dawn was approaching, but he had made it. She leaned on the doorframe, looking rather relaxed, silver hair down and loose over her shoulders and down her back, dress simple, dark, but covered in a floral pattern.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she moves out of his way and offers a comfortable looking chair, “glad you could make it, you’re such a charmer, that scowl of yours is rather handsome.”

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."

[curunisilme]

Lelye looked over the ingredients carefully, gathering all the supplies needed for measuring, stirring, storing, Hestia getting the ingredients. She smiles as the class goes on, enjoying the lesson and finding this potion particularly interesting. She was careful to note all the uses for the potion, as well as ingredients and instructions- just to take the extra step and memorize them.

She was going to ask her partner a question, as her silver eyes glanced up, she was met by a lovely sight. Though she quickly looked away- not wanting to be caught staring, her cheeks red as she stuttered, “d-did the professor say two or three tablespoons of asphodel powder?”

Lelye loved potions- she had decided to take an advance class this year and she was so glad she did. Yes, she was learning much, and felt proud that she was achieving some of the highest scores in the year but she quickly learned that there was more to enjoy than just the material. She had been seated next to a Slytherin in the same year as her, Hestia, and they had become the only distraction possibly keeping her from getting that perfect score. She’d miss a vital note here, or slip up in an answer there because she had been distracted by the other female student- not that they had to do much.

Some days it felt as if it were on purpose, Hestia would laugh a certain way, make Lelye forget what it eas that was being discussed. Or while making a potion, they would stir the pot in a way that somehow made them look irresistible- it just wasn’t fair!

Lelye knew the reputation for Hestia, she knew she should try to keep herself from crushing on the Slytherin, but it was always difficult. She supposed that her high score would just be that- high, but just below perfect, so long as Hestia distracted her…though the more time went on, the more she found it hard to care.

@realmofthegods

[curunisilme]

[curunisilme]

“It’s a hot drink made from water, leaves and plants,” she explained, ignoring his temper, “though if you’re this grumpy upon arrival, you’ll have to forfeit dessert.” Lelye giggles and winks at him before her hand runs along his arm and disappears just before he could do anything about it.

Lucky for Ivar, the lights coming from with her cottage were now visible through the trees.

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."

[curunisilme]

Lelye loved potions- she had decided to take an advance class this year and she was so glad she did. Yes, she was learning much, and felt proud that she was achieving some of the highest scores in the year but she quickly learned that there was more to enjoy than just the material. She had been seated next to a Slytherin in the same year as her, Hestia, and they had become the only distraction possibly keeping her from getting that perfect score. She’d miss a vital note here, or slip up in an answer there because she had been distracted by the other female student- not that they had to do much.

Some days it felt as if it were on purpose, Hestia would laugh a certain way, make Lelye forget what it eas that was being discussed. Or while making a potion, they would stir the pot in a way that somehow made them look irresistible- it just wasn’t fair!

Lelye knew the reputation for Hestia, she knew she should try to keep herself from crushing on the Slytherin, but it was always difficult. She supposed that her high score would just be that- high, but just below perfect, so long as Hestia distracted her…though the more time went on, the more she found it hard to care.

@realmofthegods

[curunisilme]

Send me a number for a kinky starter

My muse touching themself

Our muses are on a date, my muse has a vibrator yours is in control of

Our muses roleplay in bed (muns decides what)

Pull my muses hair

Finish inside my muse

Control/Deny my muse’s orgasm

Have a threesome with my muse

Finger my muse

Give my muse a handjob

Put a collar on my muse

Blindfold my muse

Pull your muses hair

Finish inside your muse

Control/deny your muse’s orgasm

Finger your muse

Give your muse a handjob

Blindfold your muse

Use a dildo/vibrator on my muse

Use a dildo/vibrator on your muse

Tie my muse’s legs apart

Tie your muse’s legs apart

Handcuff my muse to the bed

Handcuff your muse to the bed

Cum on my muse’s face

Cum on your muses face

Give my muse multiple orgasms

Give your muse multiple orgasms.

[curunisilme]

“Come home to my heart.”

— Lorde / Supercut

[curunisilme]

“Very close~” the Mirage smiles and walks with him, guiding him further down the path. “What sort of tea do you prefer? I have chamomile, green, black, lavender and ginger tea.”

Lelye hums softly, observing him as they walked, wondering what it was she could help him with. After all, he had made it all this way, she could perhaps use some good magic on him- it had been a while since she did major spell work anyways.

@curunisilme (I’ve been stalking your blog a while and Lelye thinks Ivar is tempting so how do you feel about a fun crossover between Tolkien elves and Vikings?)

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

Lelye laughs joyfully, well- it looked like the silver witch- but as she laughed, the image simmered revealing itself to be a mirage. She was certain the man hadn’t found her true self, and was enjoying their confusion her illusions caused. It wasn’t often that people could see past such things, especially with how fine tuned her magic had become over the ages.

“Please don’t be upset, there are other witches to catch, though none as delightful and lovely as me~”

@curunisilme

Ivar pushed himself up with his elbows to see the imagine of the girl to disappear. He let out a growl before falling back down into the grass where he had previously laid. "You fucking witches. What cruel bitches you can be."