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leoaegis ;;

“  i  wasn’t  questioning..( sighs. )  i  hope  you  don’t  read  minds ..”

                   S i l v e r y  eyes shifted, casting an idle glance to the man. “ Should I be concerned what is upon  your mind ? ”

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Wedding dress for Celebrian - Alberta Ferretti

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pheriannath ;;

         “Well, ain’t I one lucky Hobbit!”   For truly, he could use a guide, as walking in circles in this wood would not do.    “If you do not mind, then I would like to accept on that offer. But there is no need to call me ‘sir, you can just call me Pippin!”

                   A gentle chuckle parted her rosy lips, which swayed into a smile. “ Nay, fair sir, ’tis I who am the lucky one, as before now I was woefully alone in these woods; of my own will, of course, but company is favorable, ” said the Elf, as she swept forward, skirts brushing the surface of the leaf clad forest floor. “ You may call me  Celebrían, if you so please. ”

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            Celebrían stood atop the ivory steps that led to a balcony overlooking the hills and slopes of Rivendell, her silvery eyes hungrily seeking out the army she knew was approaching. After what felt like centuries upon centuries, the sons, fathers, and brothers of her people had returned; including her own child. Long fingers began to nervously tighten around the stone rail, as she leaned slightly; as if this would heighten her Elvish eyes and their sights. Moments ticked by, until she was able to see them rise into view. A smile fluttered across her lips. There was no truer joy than this moment, though she understood the melancholy behind it. With the return of this army, wives would be made widows and children would be made fatherless.

            She would grieve them, of course. There was no purer heart than that of the Lady of Rivendell, who knew the love of her people, and who was enveloped in it. But the love she felt now was for her son, who was caked in blood. With refined elegance, Celebrían swept from the balcony and descended upon the stairs, her fair skirts swaying around her like a misty fall. Her footsteps were quick beneath her, urgently carrying her to the presence of her child. ( It did not matter that he had not been born of her own flesh; he was still hers. )

             The Lady of Rivendell was a tall, slender woman, clad in a dress of sky blue that contrasted so blatantly against the backdrop of bloodied soldiers. She was a pinnacle of light that stood before them, a warm reminder that they were home. She prayed her son felt such warmth; that he did not know grief, even though she knew he did. Once he was dismounted, her arms opened. “ Yonya, ” she greeted, reaching to cup his face. His amber eyes were full of such grievance that it weighed heavy upon her heart. Without a breath of hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the Ellon and held him tightly to her, hands brushing over his hair. “ Do not burden yourself with guilt, my sweet yonya. The souls of those who have departed from this world are at peace now. Look at the men you have brought home to us. ” She pulled back, uncaring that her gown was now stained. She touched his face. “ I missed you. ”

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The son of Elrond stood proudly with his hands grasping reins that connected him to his steed. Blood streaked down his face, though it was not his own. For the Battle of The North had finally come to an end. Eyes of hazel held images of battle within his p u p i l s, images his minds-eye would never forget. So many had perished within the battle for Neth Aras marched back only half of his FATHER’S army. E L R O N D had trusted him to lead his men, which he had, but the numbers expected to return had been greater than a few hundred men. 

AMBER HUES were drowning with sadness as a gloved hand rose to wipe a streak of blood from his face. His kin had suffered, lives had been lost and brutally taken. As he approached the gates with his men behind him, N e t h   A r a s looked towards the woman who had become the biggest part of his world. Hi Mother. 

There was silence as the Ellon swung off the back of his steed, and feet slowly carried him towards her as his heart shuttered in want to weep for his fallen Kin. ❝I am sorry..❞ His words were softly whispered as the PRINCE stood in front of Celebrian, bowing his head in silence. ❝There were too many, but nonetheless..the battle has been won..❞ Hazel eyes flickered his gaze meeting with his Mother’s. Blood or not, she was the only mother he had grown to know since his birth parents had been so brutally taken from him. ❝I am so sorry that I have brought back fewer than expected..❞

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Jewelry for Celebrian

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"I loved a man, once. He was killed. Not by me, sadly."

                      “ Did this man bring you pain in your life, little one ? ”

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GREETER for @remarkablyfresh

                      Long, beautiful fingers gently brushed against the pages of her book, as her moonlit eyes devoured every word with wild imagination. This was a hobby of the fair lady’s, one that often whisked her away from the duties of her realm. Being the daughter of the Elvish lady, Galadriel, she had protective eyes on her at nearly every moment - even here, though she pretended otherwise.

                     Back pressed to a tree, Celebrían had her legs outstretched in front of her; unsheathed by the silvery skirts of her gown, and tickled by the swaying blades of grass. The moment of solace was suddenly broken when she felt a new presence in the woods, one that caused her pointed, slender ears to twitch. Eyes raising, she gave a quieted hum, and reluctantly stood. “ It is unwise to sneak up on an Elf. ”

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"You're just like— the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

                     “ You are mistaken, fair Calpernia. Your own beauty is without fathom, untouchable by the sun or moon - as pure as a midsummer night. ”

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💕💕💕💕💕 Mun and muse send you both hearts and loves :)

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GREETER for @fircbride 

                   “ Among your kith and kin, ‘twas the Mad King who committed mortal sin. ”

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McWay Falls | October 2016

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Crown for Thranduil’s wife - Luisa Beccaria

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Clemence Poesy

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GREETER for @fiighters

                      “ Are you a wolf or a sheep ? ”

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Clemence Poesy

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GREETER for @celeborn-of-doriath

                   “ Ada ... I have news. ”

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