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let her be slutty

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Valandil is the hottest trop character.

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Wake me up in the middle of the night because you just have to have me

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“  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ”

( @anthxlogy - from Aegnor)

PROMPT //

she  snorts,  inelegantly.  the  kind  saved  for  kin  and  those  who  saw  beyond  the  lineage  and  into  her  soul.  a  sideways  look  shot,  arms  crossed  and  chin  lifted.  ❛ oh  please.  ❜  she  said,  voice  dry  as  summer  grass.  ❛  and  you’re  only  saying  that  because  you’ve  decided  being  seen  beyond  something  means  being  unworthy?   which  is—how  would  you  or  my  other  barbaric  uncles  put  it  ?  ah,  yes:  utter  horse-shit.  ❜

but  there  is  nothing  but  humour  stitched  between  each  lilt.  the  glint  in  eye  that  was  unmistakably  reminiscent  of  her  mother,  not  in  her  majesty,  but  in  the  dangerous  mischief  she’d  once  wielded  like  a  blade.  and  yet  celebrían’s  tone  was  her  own.  warm  beneath  the  wit,  steady  beneath  the  spark.

❛ people  are  strange  about  beauty.  especially  that  which  burns  too  brightly.  though  i  imagine,  just  as  they  fawn  at  naneth’s  feet,  they  do  at  yours  too.  what  a  terrible  curse.  ❜  she  snickers  softly.  ❛ i  just  think,  there’s  far  more  to  you  and  your  wit  than  just  the  stone  that  sharpens  your  blade,  uncle.  ❜

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you're pulling out? why do you hate me? 

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[ OFFER ] , sender offers their arm for receiver to join them somewhere. (beren)

SACRED ROMANCE// @pxnxply

his  arm  was  simply  there.  extending  without  ceremony,  as  a  quiet  gesture  through  the  calculation  of  courtly  chaos.  she  had  endured  as  she  does,  well  practiced  in  the  art  of  it  all,  but  weariness  clings  to  the  essence  of  silver.  the  gathering  storm  of  a  crowd  behind  her,  slow  to  overwhelm  but  there  nonetheless.  she  took  his  offering  without  a  second  thought.

there  was  no  diplomatic  pressure  in  the  gesture.  no  words,  just  the  steady  line  of  his  arm,  the  slight  incline  of  his  head  toward  the  quieter  path  winding  away  from  the  crowd.  celebrían  glanced  sideways,  to  the  set  of  his  jaw,  the  way  his  gaze  tracked  the  edges  of  the  trees  rather  than  the  people.  as  though  he  understood  the  terrain  as  well  as  any  seasoned  warden.

her  fingers  adjusted  slightly  against  his  sleeve.  perhaps,  to  ground  in  the  familiarity,  to  keep  her  fingers  from  stillness  and  wandering  thoughts.  she  did  not  carry  the  wonderment  of  why  he'd  noticed  her  discomfort,  only  that  he  had.  ❛ and  to  what  occasion  do  i  owe  this  perilous  rescue?  ❜

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i spent the day collecting my gardening supplies, baking bread, getting the sourdough starter going, and making soup...i am fully musing celebrían, and will be here later

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HIGH ROMANCE //

she  lay  beside  him,  curled  in,  silver  head  resting  between  chest  and  hovering  tome.  the  cadence  of  his  voice  moved  through  her  like  a  steady,  anchoring  tide.  he  reads  aloud  from  ancient  text,  language  rich  and  intoxicating  when  it  rolls  off  his  tongue.  she  hears  him,  yes,  but  perhaps  not  every  word.

she  was  too  caught,  hypnotized  by  the  sound  of  him,  the  way  his  breath  shaped  syllables  like  sculpture,  the  warm  baritone  that  vibrated  against  her  temple  when  he  paused  to  turn  a  page.  his  scent  curled  around  her,  she  had  learned  to  crave  in  equal  measure  tenderness  and  temptation.  delicate  fingers  twist  into  the  fabric  at  his  waist,  grounding  herself  there.  she  could  feel  his  heartbeat  where  their  bodies  touched,  a  rhythm  lovelier  than  any  song.

still,  she  peers  up,  a  look  in  golden  eyes  as  though  he  hung  every  star  in  the  sky.

even  after  all  the  long  nights  and  silver  dawns,  after  laughter  shared  in  dark  corridors  and  his  name  whispered  in  breathless  devotion.  even  now,  she  looked  at  him  and  felt  that  first  flutter,  like  spring's  first  blossom  catching  wind.  ❛ would  you  repeat  that  last  line,  melda?❜  and  so,  her  lips  curl  into  mischief.

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edits  of  LADY  CELEBRÍAN.  personals  please  dni/reblog In T.A. 2509,  on  a  trip  to Lórien to  visit  her  parents,  she  was  waylaid  by Orcs  of  the  Misty  Mountains in  the Redhorn  Pass.  She  was  captured  and  tormented,  receiving  a  poisoned  wound.  Her  sons  rescued  her  and  she  was  physically  healed  by  Elrond,  but  never  fully  recovered  in  mind  or  spirit.

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i don't think her fate is escapable. at least by way of context. It wouldn't matter who she married or didn't marry; she was bound in fate as a sacrificial lamb because she meant more than life to very important people. it doesn't matter what verse i have, she will always end up waylaid. for one connected to the veil in such a way of light, she is a victim of the consuming shadow and always will be. but her healing is a defiance. i love tolkien but i think he just didn't want to develop celebrían further, so it was easier to make her sail. frankly, in my portrayal since day one, she always stays regardless of verse. love and indomitable spirit have been prevailing themes in tolkiens works, so that's where i sit with that.

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tiny @ardomiel nibbles naneths nose

the  tiniest  little  bite.  not  sharp,  just  the  brush  of  baby  teeth  and  giggles  and  then  a  pair  of  wide,  shining  eyes  looking  up  at  her,  full  of  mischief  and  moonlight.  reflection  of  her  father  indeed.  celebrían  blinked,  then  smiled  so  wide  it  felt  like  her  heart  bloomed  right  through  her  chest.  ❛   my  little  star,  what  was  that?  ❜ she  chuckles  with  the  warmth  of  the  sunlight.

she  cradled  arwen’s  small  face  in  her  hands,  soft  and  dimpled  and  still  smelling  faintly  of  lavender  and  sleep.  her  daughter  wriggled,  proud  of  her  boldness,  of  this  new  language  spoken  in  playful  bites  and  laughter.  ❛ a  wild  little  thing.  ❜  celebrían  squishes  tiny  cheeks,  a  contemplative  look  and  entirely  too  overdramatized.

❛ come,  then  we  must  make  haste!  ❜  a  scoop  of  her  daughter  as  she  stands,  spinning,  dipping  down  until  the  air  whooshes  and  a  flurry  of  kisses  to  follow.  ❛ your  ada  must  know  at  once,  our  daughter  is  not  a  little  elfling  but  a  bear  cub  in  disguise.  ❜

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𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  .     ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚        a  series  of  romantic  gesture  prompts  inspired  by  historical  fiction,  period  dramas,  classic  fairytales,  poetry,  and  more.  will  likely  be  updated  in  the  future,  so  please  do  not  add  onto  this.

[   HAND   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  hand.

[   COURTESY   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  hand.

[   KNUCKLES   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  knuckles.

[   AFFECTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  knuckles.

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple.

[   CARE   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  forehead/temple.

[   LIPS   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver  on  the  mouth.

[   SEALED   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender  on  the  mouth.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close.

[   EMBRACE   ]     ,     receiver  hugs  sender  close.

[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   REVERENCE   ]     ,     receiver  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   OFFER   ]     ,     sender  offers  their  arm  for  receiver  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   JOIN   ]     ,     receiver  offers  their  arm  for  sender  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   ENVELOPE   ]     ,     sender  writes  receiver  a  love  letter.

[   LETTER   ]     ,     receiver  writes  sender  a  love  letter.

[   FLOWERS   ]     ,     sender  gifts  receiver  flowers.

[   BOUQUET   ]     ,     receiver  gifts  sender  flowers.

[   DANCE   ]     ,     sender  asks  receiver  to  dance.

[   WALTZ   ]     ,     receiver  asks  sender  to  dance

[   SILENCE   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  enjoy  a  quiet  moment  together  without  conversation.

[   READ   ]     ,     sender  reads  to  receiver.

[   STORY   ]     ,     receiver  reads  to  sender.

[   CARRY   ]     ,     sender  carries  receiver  in  their  arms.

[   LIFT   ]     ,   receiver  carries  sender  in  their  arms.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. 

[   INTERLOCKED   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  hand.

[   INTERWOVEN   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  hand.

[   GENTLE   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CRADLE   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CONVERSE   ]     ,     sender  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  receiver.

[   SHARE   ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender.

[   COOK   ]     ,     sender  cooks  a  meal  for  receiver.

[   CHEF   ]     ,     receiver  cooks  a  meal  for  sender.

[   POEM   ]     ,     sender  writes  a  poem  for  receiver.

[   ODE   ]     ,     receiver  writes  a  poem  for  sender.

[   GIFT   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   PRESENT   ]     ,     receiver  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   HOLD   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  cuddle  together.

[   BACK   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  back  rub.

[   MASSAGE   ]     ,   receiver  gives  sender  a  back  rub.

[   ASSIST   ]     ,     sender  helps  receiver  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   HELP   ]     ,     receiver  helps  sender  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain.

[   DOWNPOUR   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  dances  with  sender  in  the  rain.

[   BASKET   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  share  a  private  picnic.

[   WORSHIP   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  touches  receiver's  body  with  reverence.

[   DEVOTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  touches  sender's  body  with  reverence.

[   ALTAR   ]     ,     sender  watches  receiver  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

[   AISLE   ]     ,     receiver  watches  sender  as  they  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

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A ROOM WITH A VIEW (1985)

dir. james ivory

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very normal, just having an existential crisis and imposter syndrome. slow on the uptake and likely be popping a few things in queue. I also just want to say that while I don’t blame anyone for it, I can’t maintain ships without ooc communication or some guidance or something to go on. my brain works in a way that will shy away from pursuing things that feel one sided in excitement or effort. Anyone is welcome to start fresh or have a discussion but going forward I won’t be answering ship things or threads without figuring something out.

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B, D, H, J, N, R, T, W, & Z

B. body part: i think, she is likely a bit bashful and empowered by her body. sword to her throat, if she had to pick something on herself, it would be her hips. the shape in general, how her waist dips and goes out. the general softness. but reminds her of a musical note in the least sensual manner to herself. on her partner, body part would be shoulders I think, the broadness, the taper and then arms like how they flex, hands oooph. okay that’s more than one.

D. dirty secret: she likes to walk around with c.um inside her. intimacy, something of delightful filth when she’s walking around, engaging in day to day life, filled to the brim and still dropping hints like she needs more. just like the remnants of marks and fingertip bruises, she likes to feel her partner throughout the day. it’s a fun little secret to have with her.

H. hair: I think elves are relatively hairless ? in any case, keeping with the softness, I don’t think she’s hairy in any instance outside the top of her head. if anything, she’d just have a little patch. the sensation is better when she’s bare.

J. jack off: in discover of her own sensuality, most spots learned through exploration and reading. but I cannot imagine that she does much of it outside the context of driving her partner to complete madness when she’s with one. it was good for learning herself, but she finds it pointless when with someone. Unless she’s being a little shit.

N. no: sharing. ( outside of that little reverse harem ) just, it’s not happening. it would mess her up psychologically because she already has the built in mental block that she’s never enough. so that would be the ultimate blow.

R. risk: experimentation is key I think, and she enjoys learning to an insatiable degree. she wants to find all the spots and weaknesses of her partner to obviously exploit in a wholesome feral way. she does like a dose or pain or experimentation there. it comes with the desire to be wanted. she’s consuming in love, it’s intense and soul deep or nothing and that level of trust offers play. she has some kinks that are more intense than others but they’re usually discovered on a partner level. she likes a hand around her throat but it’s steadying as much as it is erotic. some impact play, bondage, cockwarming, *cough* free use *cough*. It all winds into feeling wanted.

T. toys: she wouldn’t be opposed ever but her partner is always more than enough for her. I am not sure what her opinion of toys is but she likes the sensation of being full….in more than one place.

W. wildcard: this is the biggest tease/brat in all middle earth and none are the wiser who are not lover. she will taunt and torment in such intimate ways and in public. the thrill of pushing buttons until it pushes the bear to the edge of ravenous intent if you will.

Z. zzzz: if they tire her out to the point she needs sleep then immediately. but just a catnap then it’s another round. she’s not a great sleeper.