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[eldaaran]

@iriysse asked: "I saw there's an 'open invitation to bother you' posted." Aredhel said, lopsided grin upon her face. "So I thought I'd take advantage…" And thus proceeded to boop his nose.

Thranduil   blinked,   his   regal   composure   faltering   for   the   barest   of   moments   as   Aredhel’s   finger   made   contact   with   the   tip   of   his   nose.   The   normally   impenetrable   mask   of   Elven   dignity   cracked,   his   sharp   brows   rising   in   startled   affront.

“An   open   invitation   to   bother   me?”   he   repeated,   his   voice   carrying   that   trademark   mix   of   icy   skepticism   and   imperious   disdain,   though   a   trace   of   genuine   confusion   lingered   beneath.   “I   do   not   recall   authoring   such   an   absurd   proclamation.”

He   straightened   in   his   seat,   adjusting   the   folds   of   his   robes   as   though   to   reassert   his   grandeur   after   the   indignity   of   the   so-called   boop.   “And   yet,   here   you   are,”   he   added,   the   faintest   twitch   at   the   corner   of   his   lips   betraying   his   begrudging   amusement.   “Taking   what   liberties   you   please.”

His   silver   gaze   softened   just   enough   to   suggest   that   her   antics,   though   entirely   improper   by   his   standards,   were   not   wholly   unwelcome.   “I   trust   you   find   your   impudence   worth   the   risk?”

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@dcviline asked: ❝ Trust has become only a fragile concept to me, where once it was so certain. ❞ (celeborn)

Thranduil   regarded   Celeborn   with   an   expression   that   could   have   been   carved   from   stone,   save   for   the   faint   flicker   of   something—perhaps   understanding—that   stirred   in   his   sharp,   ageless   gaze.   The   words   hung   in   the   air   between   them   like   mist   over   a   darkened   forest,   fragile   and   heavy   all   at   once.

“Fragile,”   Thranduil   echoed,   the   word   rolling   from   his   tongue   with   a   trace   of   distaste,   though   not   toward   Celeborn   himself.   His   voice   was   cool,   tempered   like   silver.   “You   speak   as   though   trust   were   a   bauble   easily   shattered.   Perhaps   that   is   what   it   has   become—frail   and   fleeting   in   these   days   of   shadow.”

He   turned   his   head   then,   as   if   looking   beyond   the   confines   of   their   meeting,   to   distant   memories.   “Once,   we   had   no   reason   to   doubt.   Oaths   were   not   whispers   on   the   wind.   Friendships   were   not   tested   like   tempered   steel.”   A   pause.   “But   the   world   has   changed.   Trust   is   no   longer   a   certainty—it   is   a   risk.   And   yet…”

Thranduil’s   gaze   returned   to   Celeborn,   piercing   and   searching,   though   not   unkind.   “A   life   without   it   is   no   life   at   all,   is   it?”   For   a   long   moment,   there   was   silence.   Then,   softer   now,   though   his   pride   still   gilded   every   word,   he   added,   “It   is   no   weakness   to   feel   its   absence,   nor   to   mourn   what   you   once   believed   unshakable.”

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@calantar asked: ❝ You are too hard on him. It is past time that the prince finds his own path in the world. ❞

Thranduil’s   gaze   did   not   falter,   though   a   subtle   tightening   of   his   jaw   betrayed   his   thoughts.   The   light   of   the   hall   glimmered   faintly   upon   his   silver   crown,   casting   long,   delicate   shadows   as   he   turned   his   head   toward   Galadriel.   Her   words   lingered   in   the   air   like   the   first   chill   of   winter—unwelcome   but   undeniable.

“He   is   my   son,”   Thranduil   replied   evenly,   though   there   was   a   weight   to   the   words   that   belied   his   calm.   “The   world   beyond   these   woods   is   a   cruel   teacher,   Lady   Galadriel.   I   have   walked   its   paths   and   borne   its   lessons.”   For   a   moment,   silence   stretched   between   them,   broken   only   by   the   faint   rustle   of   the   leaves   beyond   the   chamber.   “You   speak   of   his   path   as   though   it   is   a   thing   easily   found.   A   prince   is   not   afforded   the   luxury   of   wandering   untethered.”

Thranduil   rose   slowly   from   his   seat,   his   movements   deliberate,   like   a   forest   creature   weighing   whether   to   retreat   or   strike.   He   paced   toward   one   of   the   tall,   arched   windows   where   the   light   filtered   through   ancient   boughs,   gold   and   green   dappling   the   polished   stone.   “I   do   not   doubt   Legolas   has   strength,”   Thranduil   admitted,   his   tone   quiet   but   resolute.   “But   strength   is   not   always   enough.   Not   in   these   times.”

“I   am   hard   on   him,”   he   said   finally,   a   quiet   admission   like   the   creaking   of   an   ancient   branch   under   strain.   “Because   I   must   be.”   And   yet,   even   as   he   spoke   the   words,   a   seed   of   doubt   nestled   itself   in   his   thoughts—an   unwelcome,   nagging   whisper   that   perhaps   Galadriel   was   right.   Perhaps   the   time   had   come   for   Legolas   to   claim   his   own   place   beneath   the   wide,   unending   sky.   But   if   that   time   had   come,   Thranduil   was   not   yet   ready   to   name   it   aloud.

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⤐ a son is a mirror in which the father sees himself

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@lannisther asked: ❝ She has your spirit, and your grace. I think you would be quite proud of the young woman she is becoming. ❞

Thranduil   regarded   Cersei   with   the   cool,   deliberate   stillness   of   his   ancient   kin,   his   pale   features   schooled   into   an   expression   of   practiced   indifference.   Yet   her   words   pierced   through   that   façade   like   fractured   glass,   settling   into   places   he   dared   not   often   tread.

For   a   moment—brief   as   the   sigh   of   wind   in   the   leaves—his   gaze   faltered,   drifting   past   the   golden-haired   queen   to   something   unseen,   far   beyond   the   gilded   walls   of   her   kingdom.   Myrcella.   A   name   he   rarely   allowed   himself   to   speak,   even   in   the   silence   of   his   thoughts.   His   daughter,   yet   not   his   own.   His   blood,   hidden   within   the   web   of   another's   legacy.

The   elven   king   could   not   help   the   faint   flicker   of   softness   in   his   eyes   as   he   looked   at   her,   as   though   the   mere   mention   of   the   girl   carved   away   his   armor.   The   faintest   breath   of   melancholy   lacing   his   tone,   “There   is   something   to   be   said   for   those   who   blossom   in   defiance   of   the   shadows   cast   over   them.   If   she   has   found   grace…   spirit…   then   it   is   hers,   not   mine.”

He   turned   slightly,   his   long   fingers   tracing   the   curve   of   a   silver   goblet   nearby,   though   his   touch   seemed   absent,   distant—as   if   the   weight   of   her   words   had   set   him   adrift.   “The   young   are   always   becoming,”   he   added   softly.   “It   is   we   who   fail   to   see   them   as   they   are…   until   they   are   gone   beyond   our   reach.”

A   long   pause   lingered   between   them,   heavy   with   the   unspoken.   When   he   looked   back   at   Cersei,   the   edges   of   his   gaze   were   both   winter-cold   and   quietly   searching,   as   though   he   sought   some   assurance   that   she   spoke   the   truth—that   Myrcella   truly   carried   something   of   him,   even   if   she   would   never   know   it.

“Do   not   speak   to   me   of   pride,”   he   said   at   last,   though   his   voice   lacked   the   venom   such   a   phrase   might   demand.   “But   tell   me   instead…   is   she   happy?”

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@dcviline asked: ❝ I am doing what I believe to be right. Is that not what you taught me? ❞ (legolas)

Thranduil’s   gaze   turned   to   his   son,   sharp   as   a   blade’s   edge,   though   the   weight   of   Legolas’   words   seemed   to   dull   its   severity.   The   halls   of   the   Woodland   Realm   stood   silent   around   them,   the   great   stone   pillars   rising   like   ancient   trees,   listening   without   judgment.

“You   twist   my   teachings   back   at   me,”   Thranduil   replied,   his   voice   low,   though   it   carried   the   cold   authority   of   a   king   long   accustomed   to   being   obeyed.   “I   taught   you   to   seek   wisdom,   to   see   beyond   your   own   desires.   Right   is   not   so   simple,   and   you   know   it.”

His   eyes   narrowed,   the   piercing   silver-blue   flickering   like   moonlight   through   a   storm.   There   was   no   anger   there,   though—a   weariness   instead,   a   shadow   of   loss   only   a   father   could   understand.   He   stepped   closer,   his   heavy   robes   whispering   across   the   floor   as   he   regarded   the   son   who   had   dared   stand   so   boldly   before   him.

“What   you   believe   to   be   right,”   Thranduil   said   at   last,   softer   now,   “may   lead   you   far   from   where   you   are   needed.”   He   let   the   words   settle,   let   the   silence   breathe.   And   then,   as   though   reluctant   to   let   even   this   much   escape,   he   added,   “You   are   my   son,   Legolas.   Do   not   let   your   conviction   blind   you   to   the   cost.”

There   was   something   unspoken   in   the   way   Thranduil’s   gaze   lingered,   some   fractured   piece   of   himself   that   he   could   not   shape   into   words.   For   a   moment,   he   looked   less   a   king   and   more   a   father—one   who   knew   too   well   the   price   of   following   what   one   believed   to   be   right.

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.

Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.

The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.

I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.

Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?

If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? 

Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. 

 Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.

You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.

These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?

I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.

Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?

It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.

He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.

I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.

Lindon receives you with grace.

I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.

 You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain. 

Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.

The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.

She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.

It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.

First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.

There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.

Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.

Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.

Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.

There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.

Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.

Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.

At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.

In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.

To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.

 Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?

Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.

When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.

Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.

Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.

Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.

Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.

I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth. 

Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Give me the nine.

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*-`~ this is an open invitation to bother my muse. ask them questions, poke them, throw something at them, whatever. anons welcome

[eldaaran]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.

Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.

The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.

I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.

Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?

If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? 

Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. 

 Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.

You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.

These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?

I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.

Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?

It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.

He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.

I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.

Lindon receives you with grace.

I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.

 You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain. 

Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.

The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.

She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.

It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.

First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.

There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.

Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.

Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.

Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.

There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.

Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.

Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.

At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.

In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.

To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.

 Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?

Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.

When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.

Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.

Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.

Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.

Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.

I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth. 

Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Give me the nine.

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hit this post for a starter call.

[eldaaran]

@oakthcrn asked: “Do not gaze too deeply into the fae ring, for it may gaze back.”

Thranduil   regarded   Lark   with   a   measured   gaze,   his   silvery   brows   lifting   slightly   at   the   cryptic   warning.   The   ancient   woods   of   his   realm   whispered   around   them,   their   voices   like   the   echo   of   distant   bells.   He   stood   tall   and   resplendent,   his   pale   hair   shimmering   in   the   dappled   sunlight   that   broke   through   the   dense   canopy   above.

“The   fae   ring,”   he   repeated   softly,   his   voice   low   and   melodic,   carrying   the   weight   of   centuries.   “I   am   no   stranger   to   their   enchantments,   nor   to   the   peril   they   hold.   But   tell   me,   what   do   you   see   in   this   one   that   I   should   fear?”   His   tone   was   neither   dismissive   nor   openly   curious,   but   layered   with   the   cool   reserve   of   one   who   had   seen   too   much   of   the   world   to   be   easily   swayed   by   whispers   of   danger.

Yet   his   gaze,   piercing   and   clear   as   a   mountain   stream,   rested   on   them   intently,   betraying   a   flicker   of   intrigue   beneath   his   composed   exterior.   “If   it   gazes   back,   what   then?”   he   continued,   his   words   sharp   as   the   edge   of   a   finely   crafted   blade.   “Will   it   see   a   king   of   elves,   bound   by   duty   to   his   people,   or   will   it   find   something…   less   noble?”   A   faint,   wry   smile   tugged   at   the   corner   of   his   lips.   “Perhaps   it   is   the   fae   who   should   be   wary   of   what   they   might   see.”

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asking gandalf to stop dragging his son to life threatening quests.

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⤐ a son is a mirror in which the father sees himself

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thranduil face as he looks for legolas never fails to break me.

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐄, 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. all these sentences regard the worldbuilding of stories that involve the fae, fairies, their magic and creatures like elfs. change pronouns, location and names as you see fit.

DIALOGUE SENTENCES.

"The forest whispers your name, mortal. Do you dare to answer?"

"Touch not the faerie ring, for it binds more than your mortal eyes can see."

"I’ve seen stars born and mountains fall. You, mortal, are but a blink."

"Do you think the wind’s laughter is merely the breeze?"

"In the twilight, between worlds, I dance where mortals dare not tread."

"The night sings to us, a melody only the fey-born understand."

"Your heart beats like a drum, calling to the ancient magic in my veins."

"Drink not from the silver cup, for once you do, your soul is ours."

"Under this moon, you are bound to our pact. Break it, and pay the price."

"Even iron cannot hold me, mortal. I slip through shadow and light."

"In exchange for your voice, I’ll grant you safe passage through my woods."

"I have no heart to give, for it lies buried in a grove long forgotten."

"Are you lost, or did you come to seek the faerie's favor?"

"Your eyes hold the curiosity of a child. Be careful, for curiosity feeds the forest."

"I know every leaf and branch of this wood; you cannot hide from me."

"Leave an offering, and perhaps the spirits will look kindly upon you."

"I was here when your ancestors first tilled the earth, and I will be here long after."

"Our laughter echoes in your dreams, but you will never recall why you wake with dread."

"Those who trespass know no mercy, unless they dare dance with me under the stars."

"Not all beauty is gentle. Will you trust the charm of a faerie’s smile?"

"Be warned, mortal: one touch from me, and your world will never be the same."

"The path you walk was woven by my kin; it leads to places your mind cannot imagine."

"These woods have memory, and they remember every broken promise."

"Tell me, do mortals still fear the old stories of the fae? Or have they grown too bold?"

"Would you trade a memory for a taste of elven wine?"

"Your heart's desire is written in the stars; let me help you reach them."

"I see more in your gaze than you know. Are you ready to face what lies within?"

"Elves age as the earth does; slow, silent, but never still."

"The silvered trees speak in riddles, but only the fey can hear their truths."

"My power lies not in magic alone but in every breath of this land."

"A human’s life is but a sigh to me. Yet here you stand, trembling before eternity."

"The roses here are more than flowers; they bleed stories of those who pluck them."

"How bold you are, to seek a kiss from a fae. Do you understand what it costs?"

"A dance beneath the moon seals fates; are you ready to join our revelry?"

"Our worlds do not blend easily. Walk softly, for you tread on sacred soil."

"Do you hear that song? It’s been sung since the dawn of time, in languages long forgotten."

"You seek answers from the fae? Then be ready for truths you may not wish to hear."

"Iron may wound us, but broken oaths do more harm."

"A bargain with me is a bond unbreakable. Will you wager your future on it?"

"The waters here reflect more than your face; they reveal the soul within."

"Elven tears are rare, but they hold more power than any gem."

"In my eyes, you see the realms of old, where legends still roam freely."

"No one truly leaves the faerie lands unchanged."

"Only a fool offers gold to a fae; we value secrets far more."

"Your world fades, but our light will shine long after your stars burn out."

"A gift from me is a double-edged blade. Are you brave enough to wield it?"

"You look at me as if I were a story; but I am more real than your breath."

"The fae care little for time. Why are mortals so obsessed with it?"

"I have danced on clouds and bathed in starlight. What do you offer in return?"

"Even the oldest trees remember their first sunrise, just as I remember every name whispered to me."

“The stars speak to us tonight, whispering secrets of forgotten realms.”

“Mortal, tread lightly; this forest holds memories of a thousand lifetimes.”

“They say fae promises are as brittle as moonlight, yet as binding as ivy.”

“I have danced on the shores of twilight and sung with the dawn; what have you seen, wanderer?”

“In my realm, time flows as the rivers do—twisting, turning, never still.”

“Do not gaze too deeply into the fae ring, for it may gaze back.”

“To enter our realm, you must leave your shadow behind; it has no place here.”

“Careful with your wishes, for in the fae lands, every word is a pact.”

“The forest breathes with us; its roots and veins are intertwined with ours.”

“Are you willing to give up your name? For only then may you cross the threshold.”

“Even the smallest of fae has a heart as fierce as the storm.”

“Hold your tongue! One wrong word here could bind you to our world for eternity.”

“What can a mortal offer in trade that does not crumble with time?”

“You seek magic, yet fear its price? You are braver than most.”

PROMPTS.

A human/other creature stumbles upon a circle of fae celebrating the equinox.

Write a starter where an elf grants a mortal one wish but with consequences they did not expect.

A faerie guard watches over an ancient gate that separates realms. A human accidentally crosses it.

Two elves of rival courts meet under a rare alignment of stars, and both wish to claim an artifact.

A mortal child stumbles into a faerie realm and is raised by the fae. Write about their journey back to the human world.

An elven healer falls for a human warrior, knowing their lives will never intertwine for long.

Write about a fae who accidentally gives away their true name to a clever mortal.

A human stumbles upon a garden of enchanted flowers that whisper secrets of the fae.

A powerful elf offers a gift to a dying human, granting them a second chance at life with one condition.

Write about a faerie who despises mortals yet finds themselves indebted to one.

An elf discovers a forbidden spell that allows them to walk among humans unnoticed. What do they do?

A fae warrior defends a sacred forest against an invading human force.

A young elf finds an ancient blade that binds them to the land's destiny.

A mortal must dance with a faerie to win back their heart, but the dance holds hidden dangers.

A fae bargains with a human to retrieve a lost artifact, but the retrieval has a cost.

A human bard tries to learn a faerie song, and in doing so, awakens ancient spirits.

Write about an elven queen who rules over both mortal and faerie subjects in a hidden realm.

A faerie offers a mortal safe passage through their woods in exchange for a memory.

A wandering human accidentally eats from an elvish banquet and realizes they've gained strange powers.

A fae child ventures into the mortal world on a dare, only to get trapped.

An elven archer guards a mystical glade where only the pure-hearted are welcome.

Write about a mortal who is chosen by an ancient elven weapon, becoming its reluctant wielder.

An elven healer is summoned to save a cursed forest, only to learn the curse is tied to their past.

A fae and human find themselves on the run from an ancient faerie queen who demands justice.

A faerie court holds a masquerade ball where each guest's mask reveals their soul's deepest desire.

Write about an elf who can manipulate dreams, drawn to the dreams of a mortal seeking revenge.

A fae artist is tasked with creating a painting that holds the spirit of the forest within it.

A young elven prince makes a reckless choice and accidentally binds himself to a mortal's life.

A mortal knight goes on a quest to find a mythical elven artifact that grants immortality.

A fae trickster tries to prank a mortal but ends up accidentally revealing a hidden world to them.

[eldaaran]

ᵀʰʳᵃⁿᵈᵘⁱˡ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃᵗᵘⁿᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈˡᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ, ᵒʳ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿ ᵇᵉʳʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ, ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ.

INDEPENDENT PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR KING THRANDUIL OF THE TOLKIENVERSE. WRITTEN BY CALI.

ᴴᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ; ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ.

[eldaaran]

━━ ELDAARAN / ✷ KING THRANDUIL KING OF THE WOODLAND REALM, SON OF OROPHER, KING OF THE SILVEN ELVES, FATHER OF LEGOLAS GREENLEAF.

INDEPENDENT,   MUTUAL   EXCLUSIVE   AND   SELECTIVE   BLOG   FOR   KING THRANDUIL OF THE GREENWOOD ELVES FROM J.R.R TOLKIEN'S THE LORD OF THE RINGS AND TOLKIEN LORE. HEADCANON BASED.   CST + 3.   SHE/HER.   WRITTEN   BY   CALI. (#)

"Thranduil lived in atunement with nature, wearing a crown of woodland flowers, or autumn berries and red leaves, according to the season. His banner was green in colour. He loved the forest, though it was dark and dangerous in many parts; and enjoyed hunting and feasting among the trees with his people"

CARRD. HEADCANONS. MEMES. PROMO.