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What’s your muses 19th Century Character Trope ?

‘ Brooding Heroine who is 47th in the Line of Succession ’

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𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 

- for mutuals

Unclouded was the sky, as lithe steps of bare feet casted over over the mosaic of the light and shadowed over green under the many, soaring trees of the forest. All there was to hear was the manifold of songs of birds, a light laughter escaping Nessa’s own and the steps of whom she hadn’t completely come to know yet. The creature’s presence had been known to her for a moment so far, yet it’d only occured to her now how it was positively watching and following her. Nevertheless, there was no worry in her heart. 

❛ Do not linger in the shadows, darling one. ❜ her voice soft, she slowed down the pace of her walking, white dress flowing in the light breeze as she turned slightly in the direction of the steps.  ❛ There is no need to be afraid. Come. Ask what shall be asked. ❜

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    VALIË                                  AINUR                                                              THE DANCER                THE SWIFT                                                                                                               NESSA 

independent private selective rp for j.r.r. tolkien’s nessa of the silmarillion

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hello hello hello this is an all-new indie rp blog for nessa from the silmarillion!! come and love her down pls she’s rly nice like this so I can check out ur stuff and potentionally plot with u! 

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V A L I N O R became more beautiful even than Middle-earth in the Spring of Arda; and it was blessed, for the Deathless dwelt there, and there naught faded nor withered, neither was there any stain upon flower or leaf in that land, nor any corruption or sickness in anything that lived; for the very stones and waters were hallowed.

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Teleri Elf (by Tolrone)

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tag dump ;;

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It was truly a RARITY to have Merry walking about Budgeford, or any part of the Shire without any of his companions in mischief, It was an even greater of a rarity to find him rather quiet. And yet, even though he was minding his business, trampling down the roads of the village in the direction of the Bolger residence, not stirring up any disturbance, eyes still squinted at him and heads still shook from left to right. There were whispers about him. About being the menace of Buckland. An adventurer who did not value the calm life of hobbits. A disgrace. A typical Took. Meriadoc did not care much for the thoughts of those who did not understand. Those whispers did not even reach his ears, no matter how big and pointy they were.  There was no space for insecurity in his heart, as it was taken up by foolish bravery and a hunger that was not only for food, but also for something more. For excitement and joy. And to do all that with his friends.  There was also another rarity at that moment. He felt as if he’d left something at home, even though all he needed was himself and his head in their places. It was Pippin. His cousin was supposed to be by his side, almost as if they were glued together ever since they’d met. Many others said that it was Merry who had ‘corrupted’ the poor child’s mind, yet they seemed to have forgotten that their dear Peregrin was a fully fledged Took himself. The boy was already a troublemaker when they met! Better yet, it was Pippin who tugged Merry into the world of mischief!  Nevertheless, his friend was not there then. They’d decided to meet later for supper and some drinks mayhaps. For the time being, however, Merry needed to keep himself entertained, and what better way it was than meeting his dear friend, if not one of his dearest, Fatty Bolger. Even the thought of that fool of a hobbit brought a smile onto Merry’s face as he walked, having his ‘audience’ shake their heads even more. They must’ve thought he was about to cook up another plan that caused nothing but trouble.  Each time he’d visit the Bolger household, Fatty was there, or at least around, thus Merry did not think of any alternatives to go to. Finally, he’d arrived to his destination, stepping in front of the entrance door and straightening his back, his chin lifting up and chest puffing up into a proud position as he eventually knocked on the door a few times, wondering whether he should disturbe the household with a call for Fatty to hurry his bulky legs, yet he decided on not doing it. 

His smile hitched, yet did not fade when the door opened and it was a much younger, much smaller and much better sight to lay a hobbit’s eyes upon standing in front of him. Her extravagant surprise brought a toothy grin onto Merry’s features, his head nodding slightly as his hands moved to rest on his hips.  ❛ Estella! ❜ He feigned surprise, addressing her rather impolitely without a title, yet his excitement got the better of him.  He’d known of Estella ‘little Miss’ Bolger, and they’d spoken quite a few times, not to mention Fatty constantly mentioning her in some of his family stories, yet the two had never gotten much closer. Not that they needed to. He felt they were rather different, from what he’d heard and seen. And it was not wrong. Not one bit. She’d grown out to be quite a beauty as well. But, of course, he would keep that to himself, knowing that Fredegar might as well strangle him, should he know of Merry’s thoughts of his sister.  ❛ ----Is Fatty around? He and I have great adventures to set out on! ❜ Great adventures meaning steal, no, borrow some apples, or even peaches, then sit outside the Green Dragon until Pippin arrives. His smile disappeared, if only for a moment as he heard that his friend wasn’t home, yet her offer for tea brought his spirits back right away.  ❛ Well-- It is about tea time, isn’t it? ❜ He didn’t wait for more permission other than her words to step inside, the familiar walls and the photo of a young Fredegar hanging right in front of him already bringing him to a quiet laugh.  ❛ Is everyone else gone? ❜ He asked after noticing that neither Mr., nor Mrs. Bolger had come to welcome him.

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★ There was a cool spring breeze BLOWING through the open window of the Bolger residence, ruffling the basket of fabric and thread placed on the window-seat before her, and distracting Estella for a moment from the image of a wild ROSE in full, radiant bloom she was carefully embroidering on to a square of cloth. It would serve as a new kerchief when it was done – and perhaps, should she become adept enough at the design, she might stitch it on to a gown, to LIVEN UP plain fabric.

She glanced out of the window, away from her stitchery to behold the dozens of flowers outside that were BLOSSOMING in the gardens of her home, and their sweet fragrance seemed almost to beckon her forward, away from her task to walk among them and more closely admire their SPLENDOR. 

She considered it for a moment, leaving her current employment and instead enjoying a ramble through the gardens and then perhaps into the meadows around BUDGEFORD itself – and then perhaps to Whitfurrows or even Frogmorton – she’d made both journeys a few times, visiting kith and kin who resided those towns. Either would make for a fine, if long, journey – beneath the sunshine and beside the Water, amongst flowers and trees and grasslands that stretched for miles upon MILES, interrupted only by the village and towns named, or by an occasional smial and house. 

A part of her longed to take up a basket and go ( she would purchase something in Budgeford for whichever friend she visited – it would NOT do to arrive empty-handed ) – and yet, she decided to remain. Much as she enjoyed solitary walks, for some reason today the idea seemed UNAPPEALING – if she were to go anywhere, she rather wished her brother or parents were about to ACCOMPANY her. But all three were off on errands of their own – and she remained behind to occupy herself until their return, which, today, could not come soon enough.

As if FORTUNE itself saw fit to answer her desire for company, there was a knock at the door – and Estella very nearly threw aside her embroidery in her HASTE to answer it. She hoped it was Fredegar – her older brother could not bring himself to deny a beloved sister anything, even if it meant trekking all the way to Frogmorton with her when they could just as easily enjoy themselves at home.

She composed herself a bit more when she got to the door – if it were not Fatty on the other side, or Mr. and Mrs. Bolger, she needed to ensure she carried herself with the DIGNITY belonging to a important family like her own. She cleared her throat, opened the door and beheld –

“– Master Brandybuck?” The surprise was writ large on her face – of all people who might darken the Bolgers’ doorstep, this was perhaps one of the least-expected. Which was rather unfair to the other hobbit, given that he had come by the residence multiple times before – in search of Fredegar of course. But Estella had rarely been around to receive him – being told only after the fact that he had shown up, her mother occasionally tsking over her daughter’s ABSENCE as she notified her.

Despite that, Estella had met Meriadoc Brandybuck more than once – but only briefly, when she travelled with her brother to Buckland. Fatty, HOMEBODY though he could be, could all the same be counted upon to make return visits to his friends, and the heir to Brandy Hall was the most frequent receiver of these visits, being nearer than Messrs. Baggins, Gamgee, and Took. As for Estella herself, Buckland’s chief attraction was one MELILOT BRANDYBUCK, a very dear friend who was always utterly delighted to receive her when she came by. 

Therefore, when her brother presented himself and his sister at BRANDY HALL, she only ever stayed as long as civility necessitated – eager to find Melilot and pass her time with the other lass. Thankfully civility did not require much – for Master Brandybuck was always quick to take Fredegar off to who-knew-where, and Estella was free to find her own friend.

Nevertheless, a lack of familiarity was no excuse for a lack of politeness, and Estella did her best to wipe the SURPRISE from her face and dipped into a brief curtsey.

“Master Brandybuck, how wonderful to see you!” She said, the last remnants of surprise turning gradually into a FRIENDLY smile. “I’m afraid Fredegar isn’t home at the moment – but you are more than welcome to come in, if you like! I don’t know when he’ll be home, but I can put the kettle on if you’d like to wait?”

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Get me a biscuit! 

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Tarzan  {Sentence Starters}

“Whoa! Okay. It’s all fun and games till someone loses an eye.”

“Come, stop your crying. It will be alright.”  

“Put me down! Put me down! —- No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!”

“For one so small, you seem so strong.”

“Why can’t they understand the way we feel?”

“Put your faith in what you most believe in.”

“Thaaaaat’s IT! I’ve had it with you and your emotional constipation!”

“I know everything. Now, where have you been?”

“Whatever you do, I’ll do it, too. Show me everything and tell me how.”

“I said he could stay. That doesn’t make him my son.”

“Come with me now to see my world, where there’s beauty beyond your dreams.” 

“They just don’t trust what they can’t explain.”

“You may be willing to risk our safety, but I’m not.”

“We’re too late! I can’t believe it! If only you had asked for directions.”

“Close your eyes. Now forget what you see. What do you feel?”

“Are you sure this water’s sanitary? It looks questionable to me!”

“No matter where I go, you will always be my mother.”

“Oh, I just know there’s something bigger out there!”

“Ooh! The horror! It’s gruesome! Hide me!”

“What kind of primitive beasts are responsible for this mess?”

“Pull yourself together. You’re embarrassing me.”

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shicldmaiden replied to your post:shicldmaiden replied to your post:GET OFF MY...

ಠ_ಠ take me sword. kick his ass

ok but ur sword is like as big as me  h e l p

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shicldmaiden replied to your post:GET OFF MY LAWN

ಠ_ಠ he messin’ with me smol?

the smol strikes back

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GET OFF MY LAWN

         “WHERE’S THE LAWN OLD MAN?

          YOU MURDERED OUR ENVIRONMENT!!!”