#Adar's inbox

[adarssuggestionbox]

Dearest Adar,

Thank you so much for the generous gifts of the honeycomb, the orange seeds, and the beautiful flowers. The honeycomb is absolutely divine! Your bees must be very happy to produce such an exquisite delight. I have only tried it in some vanilla ice cream so far. (Please do not tell @askereiniongilgalad that I tried some while he was asleep; it was just to make sure it paired well with the ice cream, you see.) I will be sure to let you know when we have tried some of the other suggestions you so thoughtfully provided.

Thank you also for the gift of the citrus seeds. The care with which you saved that which so many would simply throw away, shows that you are an Uruk of great resourcefulness and conservation. If it is not too forward to say, I think it also demonstrates your care for that which is precious despite its modest appearance, and the potential for hope, new life, and growth contained within.

I must apologize for anything I may have done to make you feel uncomfortable when we last spoke; it was certainly not my intent! I sometimes get lonely when @askereiniongilgalad is busy with his myriad responsibilities, and I may have been overly excited over the prospect of a potential new friend. I hope you can forgive me.

I came across a few items I thought you might enjoy. There is no need for reciprocation. I simply saw them, and thought you might enjoy them.

I hope you have a beautiful day,

Mari

Glûg- *He hauls a large box into my office * Pardon the intrusion Lord Father, but this was addressed to you. *He sets the box on the cleared side of my desk*

Adar- *I open the box with a gasp and my stoic face melts into something sweeter. My cheeks feel warm. The lovely things inside catch me off guard. I still am getting used to such lovely gifts. To me all of these things feel so extravagant.*

Glûg- *He looks quite confused* Um...Sir?

Adar- *I don't notice his sentiment as I begin to pull out each item from the wooden box. I set the loaf of fancy kitty bread on one of my new bee plates. I gasp in awe at the entire set that I unload onto my desk. However, I blush even harder once I come to the stuffed toy at the bottom of the crate. I've always wanted one... But I figured I was far too old and soft things of that nature were likely not meant for the likes of me.*

*My heart grows happier that someone would think I deserve to have such a thing. However, I don't take that out in front of my son. But my yearning to cuddle such a sweet little kitty bee grows stronger. But I do pull out a letter*

*after reading your lovely words I feel connection and deeper appreciation grow*

Thank you Mari, that was so kind of you *I mutter to myself. I tuck your letter away in the beautiful journal on my desk*

Glûg- * He looks astounded by the adorable dishes on the desk as well as the kitty bread. My boy can't seem to speak a word*

Adar- Why don't we take a break together. We can share this bread and some honey. *I pull up a jar of my own honey on to the desk. Then I set a plate in front of him.*

Glûg- *His face lights up* Yes, please sir! *He sits down eager evoking a smile and chuckle from me as I cut him some slices.*

-Our relaxed recharging purs fill the office as it is that time of night. Several in the community are catching their break at this hour. Once the bread is deliciously shared and the plates rinsed, I rush back to my office.-

Adar- *I pull out the kitty bee and rush to my hut. Once there I burrow under the soft mound of weighted blankets on my bed, cuddling the stuffed toy to my face and nuzzle him to my nose. A loud relaxed pur emits from my hut*

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

HAPPY SATURDAY...

WHICH KINDA RHYMES WITH ADARDAY

SO MAKE IT BADDYDADDYLICIOUS, ADARLINGS!!!!

[irimelde]

i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ?

Inbox Answered---

---An accident had landed Esteliel here, a stray arrow which had missed a target, and bad timing on her behalf which had ended with the arrow in her shoulder. It could have been worse, much worse, and it hadn't been the Urukling's fault she'd happened by just at that moment. He had needed training, and had missed, as most children were capable of doing. Still too young to keep his hands steady for any extended period of time. It could have happened to anyone.

Deep breaths kept her steady as she waited for her father to arrive, having lain herself upon her bed to keep still. Relief was in her eyes and she offered a small, tense smile upon seeing him. All would be perfectly alright. Bravery was painted upon her face, a tranquility in spite of pain . . . though gritted teeth beneath her lips betrayed a little of the truth. Still she nodded once and did as her father required, and she pushed herself to sitting on one hand with no complaint. Heavy breath hissed through parted lips. One . . . two . . . three . . .

" I assume you've been informed what happened, ada. " she said, voice set at a level tone of moderation. " was the child at least able to get back to his lesson? " Mirrored eyes looked into his, seeking at least some comfort on the subject. There was more, though, a desire to establish that all was well. More still, there was a promise in her eyes. This had been her mistake, she would not repeat it.

[iriysse]

who am i to you ?

Inbox Answered---

--- A question that even she has wondered for herself, but not yet had the courage to voice aloud. Her head rested on his shoulder, an intimacy built in shattered mirrors she would rather not revisit. Who was he to her. . . too much for words, but words were what was needed, and she breathed deeply as she sought them. Fear had wrangled in somwhere, slipped through to tangle itself within her heart and whisper through a voice long dead that she was not one who could earn love. And yet it was love ( or some form of it ) which would answer his question in full, it was love she sought, and gave, and kept its secrets within herself. But he had asked, he deserved an answer.

So she began, with quiet voice and careful steps, afraid of the voice of the past which threatened to strangle her words before they reached her tongue. " You are . . . " her eyes fluttered closed so she could find her courage. " . . . an answer I've been seeking. I have spent so much of my life running, away from a ghost that haunts me, cruel eyes and words so sharpened so as to cut me down where I stand. I have been running to remake myself, to prove I am far more, far better, far more deserving than he somehow convinced me that I was. I left the halls of everlasting before my wounds were fully healed to escape him, and still bearing scars was so focused on my pain for so many years I did not think I'd ever find anything else. I've envied those who loved and lived, contenting myself that I would never do the same in full."

Eyes opened, she lifted her gaze to his, her chin now resting upon his shoulder as she pushed away the claws of fear which once more dug into her chest. " and then . . . there you were. You who do not look at me in pity, who leans into my touch. You who though I should be your enemy, embraces me. You let me be so close to you when you should despise me, and yet here I am now, against all presupposition. You d--do not know how much it means, and not even I know why." Her voice grew thin, and for a moment courage failed, drawing her back as she wiped her eyes to stop emotion from welling too much. She breathed deeply, and turned her eyes to his armor which her fingers began to trace.

"A hundred years I spent as wife to one who seemed to take some pleasure from my pain. He tricked me, and harmed me, and starved me for affection and love among other things. I have not spent any time at all with you in comparison, and yet I am not afraid. You could have hurt me if you wished, but you did not, and so you are one . . . I want--" she choked again, and there was some truth in her halting phrase of ' you are one I want'. "-- happy. Or at peace. I do not know whether you would want me there, it does not matter either way. I simply want you to have a chance to heal your own sorrows. But the point is: who you are to me," at last her eyes came back to his with a small laugh. " is one that I have come to love, in my own way. You have carved yourself a place in my heart. . . and I do not think you can be removed."

All had been said at last. Now she looked at him, grey eyes in vulnerable gaze, no masks of smiles nor pretense. Just her. It was a relieving thing to be.

[catz4ever]

Are you going to the Magic con convention this fall in Bonn, Germany?

Meeting Sam Hazeldine?

Im trying to arrange an Adar fan Meetup that weekend so I made a community on here to make things easier with communication! Please request if interested!

I sent a few of you an invite already who I know said they are coming. Otherwise I can't send an invite to your blog. Please spread the word and feel free to inbox me with any questions! Looking forward to meeting everyone!

@amfilth @adarswidow @amaureas-blog

Are the only ones I know as of now who are coming and interested!

[varda-star-queen]

send this star to your favorite accounts to show that you love them! time to spread the love! ⭐️❤️

I had this lovely note drop in my inbox today from the very kind @lady-wyrd and it instantly put me in mind of Adar's quote "Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo"

(No surprise there, as I think about Adar an unholy amount of times every day!)

It also made me think of what that quote means and how it applies to so many people here! A star shines on the hour of my arriving in this fandom where every level of unhinged is accepted and welcome.

Never before have I interacted with any fandoms, and was always a bit scared to because of all the dramas, but this fandom doesn't do drama, just awesomeness!! I feel blessed by Eru to be here.

I'm sending a star here to people who regularly interact with my posts and also to some of the blogs I enjoy looking at for art, writing, fanfics, memes, thirst posts, and more!

Stars to you all - and if you see this and aren't mentioned, I send you a star too. 🤩⭐����⭐🌟⭐🤩

(In no particular order!) @lady-wyrd, @gauntletgirlie, @valar-did-me-wrong, @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88, @wowstrawberrycow, @itwillbeourswansong, @laurarcrazystrange, @heckate-hexx, @geezhigoquae, @multifangirll, @loulialy, @gingeragenda, @eowyn7023, @whenimaunicorn, @nikinikori, @orehuna, @nekroticism, @thiddleston, @marilynshamu, @greenleaf4stuff, @margauxmara, @baddybaddyadardaddy, @o0-snowdrop-0o, @iwanderbecauseimlost, @hikarielizabethbloom @catz4ever

[meadhalfempty]

Summary: The morning after.

(please read the warnings)

A/N: Ohmygodyouguys it's over! This is the last part of this! Thank you so so so much for all of the love. I cannot express 😭 I will be posting all of this to my AO3, which I will be leaving a link to in the 'masterlist'. Also, please read the little update I've posted, if you have any other questions. And any other other questions, feel free to dm me. Inbox is open!

The dim glow of the sun creeping over the horizon, woke him earlier than he had wished. His body was still tired, his eyes not wanting to open. But his mind was alert and ready for the day, his internal clock telling him, ‘get out of bed’. He stretched one arm above his head - the other was pinned beneath her. Hiding a twinge of discomfort behind a smile, he still tried to roll his shoulder, pins and needles itching all the way down to his fingers. She stirred and he froze. She rustled beneath the thin blankets of his bed but did not open her eyes. He let out a sigh, settling beside her. He pressed his body into hers, warm and at peace. Arms wrapping around her, he squeezed gently, a sigh of contentment leaving his chest. He was relaxed. He was calm. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, kissing at the back of her neck. His scent and hers were now intermingled. Where one stopped the other started. Cedar and eglantines, bittersweet ash.

He continued to kiss down her neck, tasting her stale morning skin, brushing her hair away from her shoulder - fully formed bruises from teeth and rough fingers stared back at him. He carefully peeled back the blankets, his eyes following long, red scratches down her back to her ribs… He suddenly felt ill, again. That wave of nausea washing over him so that he shot up, pulling his arm carelessly from beneath her.

She jerked awake, startled and alert. “What is it? What's happened?”

He said nothing, eyes clenched shut and stomach churning. He dragged himself to the end of the bed, head falling into his hands.

“Adar,” she followed behind, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder - he flinched at her touch, pulling away.

“You should have told me to stop.”

“What -”

“Look!” he suddenly stood and grabbed at her wrist. He held it in front of her face, forcing her focus. More unmistakable sets of teeth marks and scratches trailed up her forearm.

She looked down at her body, her skin splotched with green and purple marks, bruises littering her skin. A few scrapes along her legs, spots of red on her thighs. But she did not feel any pain. Nothing hurt and nothing ached. She shook her head, “I am alright.”

“You are not alright,” he kneeled before her, penitent and begging for forgiveness. He carefully folded her arms into her lap and wrapped the nearest blanket tightly around her shoulders. “Please forgive me. I should have been more careful.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” she rested her cheek against his, brushing his hair away from his eyes. “I promise you, I am alright.” 

“There should not be a single mark on you” he scoffed, still fighting her touch.

“You did warn me,” she reminded him with a grin against his temple, lips tracing over scars, “and now, I have reminders.”

“What ever do you mean?” he pulled away, utterly perturbed, “reminders of my weak discretion? Of my lack of restraint?”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Her hands ran down his neck and across his chest, searching for that most recent scab on his shoulder. “When you think of this,” she started, carefully circling with the pad of her forefinger, “what crosses your mind?”

“Pain,” he raised a brow. Obviously. “Pain and discomfort.”

“What else?”

He let his head rest against hers, cheek to cheek. He closed his eyes and recalled that night, stumbling into the room. Her wide eyes the first thing he saw. He reached out for her, the only thing he needed. The only thing that he wanted in that moment was her healing hands on his skin. As painful and uncomfortable as it had been… he could still feel her fingers wiping away his blood. Tenderly mending. His skin, even now, raised with goosebumps at the thought.

“You,” he turned his nose into her neck, inhaling, “your hands on me.”

“What about here?” her fingers traced over another scar just below his chin. She lifted his gaze and he smiled,

“I was helping train a youngling. He got overzealous and nicked me…” memory of her being called to his side and more recollected memories of her hands, all over his neck. The way she held his face, her breath on his skin as she cleaned him up, “...your touch.”

The pad of her thumb drew over the small blemish, also recalling the moment. An excuse to touch him. To hold him. The way his eyes closed when she cradled his face, sighing into her embrace. Just as he did now - he leaned into her hand, reveling in the many ‘reminders’...

The soreness in his shoulder. The scar on his chin. The stitches that had yet to heal in his back. The multiple abrasions on his body had been touched and mended by her hand. Her soft and delicate hand that was searching, now, for the raised knot at the nape of his neck.

“Here?” she pulled gently at a handful of his hair.

His eyes fluttered and his words caught in his throat, “the first time…” her hot breath sent a shiver down his spine and a surge to his cock, “the first time you came to me.”

“Tell me.” 

That feeling again, his eyes darkening. Discretion weakening.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as he rose from the floor. Her legs immediately entwined around his waist, bracing herself as he spun them around to sit on the edge of the bed. She shifted carefully in his lap, teasing herself above him with gentle friction.

“They called for you,” hands gripped her hips, fingers fitting perfectly into the bruises they had left the night prior. “I was lying on that table, on the brink of death. And you,” digging into her thighs, cock becoming slick with her arousal - he whined into her chest, “you brought me back.”

She smiled into a deep kiss, raising his face to hers. Hard and with purpose, her pace quickened. Hips rocking against him, sighs beginning to overflow from her lips.

“Reminders,” she repeated between breaths, “of where your hands have been. Of where you have touched me.”

“But, please, tell me when it’s too much,” he broke away, quickly and she grumbled a complaint, “I do not think you understand…” He would not be able to live with himself if he accidentally, and in the heat of the moment, drew blood. Bit too hard. Or worse. His hands were capable of more than just bruises and scratches. She knew this. She had seen it. She had seen the damage he could do. She had to understand.

He expected her to nod, agree to his words and finally admit that she understood. Finally admit that it might have been too much. He was ready to hear her tell him to slow down, be more careful and have more control. But she simply grinned, crashing her lips into his with a ferocity he had not seen in her. Sudden gasps and whines and her nails scratching at his back, hungry. Begging.

That was his answer. His answer and the agreement that she understood and again, was not going to be stopping him. She was never going to tell him that it was too much. She wanted him to let go and do as he wished. Be rough. Be gentle. Break her. Then mend her with soft kisses and warm embraces. Break her.

He growled into the kiss, arms wrapping back around her and pulled her down. He feverishly grazed his teeth down her cheek, biting into her neck. “Mine,” he incoherently moaned, her pulse, once again, quickening against this tongue. She leaned away for the briefest moment - slowly, she lowered herself onto him, his name falling from her swollen lips. His hands pushing and pulling her hips to rock against him, circling. Her nails scratched at his shoulders, teeth scraped over marks and older scars. Mine.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How long, do you think, before Glûg will be knocking at the door?” she glanced out the window at the sun well above the horizon.

“Minutes.”

“What do you think he will say?”

“He would say that we both need to bathe before mingling with the rest of the camp. They will be able to smell it in an instant.” He rolled to bury his nose into her neck.

“I know a place.”

[vaile-elenya]

The comedy of RoP is underrated. Nori, Poppy, and the Stranger are iconic. Arondir “this shall be called super.” Nori suggesting names and then the other two, in sync, saying “you already said that.”

In season one, watching Nori and Poppy chase after a wheelbarrow was beautiful.

Berek being the best horse EVER and somehow being the smartest in the room

Other miscellaneous thoughts

1. Arondir is going after Adar, maybe he’ll meet Galadriel

2. I’m picturing Númenor having Elrond on speed dial for random mishaps. “Well he is the first king’s brother, so he must have good ideas like our first king did.” Like he shows up because of the coup.

Númenor: So, Lord Elrond this is our blight. How do you think the old king would taken action?

Elrond remembering Elros’ letters about stupid people: ……

Elros, lingering over his shoulder: For the love of, MIRIEL STAND UP!!

I’m so sorry for spamming your inbox, I have one (1) I can talk to about RoP and that is my dad. 💀 I hope you appreciate the carnage on your inbox

Never apologize for sending asks! I love them 🖤 Timezones and life may keep me from replying instantly, but trust me, I read them, think about them, and wait for the stars to align so I can sit down and properly respond 😂

And YES, humor in RoP is pure gold!!! Its that kinda blink-and-you-miss-it type of comedy that just hits for me. Like, that line about supper was so smoothly delivered that I didn’t realize Arondir was joking until he said the last word 😆 And Isildur sinking in the swamp, totally drowning, but still being like, “nah, it’s all good!” absolutely sent me 💀

I love that they’re sneaking in some bits of humor here and there, and not, you know, leaning heavily one way or another. It’s not too comedic but not dull either.

I think I’ve seen in the trailer that Arondir is going to be fighting in Eregion, so him meeting Galadriel is like 99.9% happening. But can you imagine his face when he sees her just chilling with the orcs? 💀 Like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but what exactly is happening here??”

I'm thinking, though... Arondir is focused on getting his revenge for what Adar did to Bronwyn and the Southlanders. Galadriel is just about to make some alliances with the Uruks. What if we get this super intense moment where Arondir’s about to take out Adar, but Galadriel stops him like she stopped Halbrand once, because he’s useful for now??? 👀 I don’t know, but I need it in my life

AND IF I SEE ELROND INTERACTING WITH THE NÚMENOR PLOTLINE IN ANY WAY I SWEAR I’M—

Okay but seriously, the idea of the Númenóreans treating him like Elros 2.0 is hilarious. BUT what if they’ve never actually met him? What if Elrond’s first introduction to them is during the chaos of the downfall?? Imagine Elrond meeting Elendil and Isildur and just having a full-on meltdown because they remind him so much of Elros. I CAN’T

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Hi y'all, old and new! Time to introduce the one behind this blog!

You may call me Rabbitt, or Neon. Both are fine!

I mostly write these days, as well as drawing from time to time and enjoy costume making as well.

[DARYL & OTHER NORMS MASTERLIST][Bucky Barnes masterlist] [Adar masterlist] [other masterlist] [running @marchweres Masterlist]

About the Bun:

Goes by She/They and celebrates St. Patrick's Day with birthday cake.

30 years old and barely knows how to adult.

Married on Halloween, keeping the spooky wife life goin'

English is not my first language, I'm a European weirdo. Dutch to be precise.

Obviously fandom obsessed, lover of tv, movies, games and rock/metal music.

Collector of books that may or may not be read, ever.

More stuffed animals than money, always.

Brand×Fandom collabs are my weakness

Is in fact terrified of having children. (Shocker if you know my fics lol)

Mother of multiple pets. One dog and five cats.

The Mom friend of the gang.

Minimalist? Don't know her.

Too many hobbies to keep up with

Werewolf fuqker enthousiast

Sherry and her puppies are my precious cuties

The one who's leading that Werewolf!Daryl thing and hoping more peeps join in too!

My DMs and inbox are always open for questions, comments or anything!

Love,

LazyNeonRabbitt

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

A little late response to the Adar filthy/sweet head canon request (my apologies by the way). But I have a sweet head canon for you that I'm very fond of....

Adar plants alfarin seeds before battle in season one...but what if he also has a supply of hung-dried sage blossoms on his person and amongst his belongings. Although he is uruk, he still embraces his elvish roots and is in tune with nature. He rises early every morning and goes off by himself to a tranquil and private place alone. He takes some of the dried sage blossoms, and lights it with a small flame by striking two stones together. As the sage blossoms release the smoke, serving as a form of incense offering, he spends an hour with his eyes closed praying and communing with the Valar, Yavanna. Thanking her for the life around him in nature and for the lives of his children he is held responsible for.

Sage blossoms are all he has to help keep the strings of his elvish past tied to his corrupted form. In these moments he is able to feel peace and rest. But at during some of these times with Yavanna, he often feels unworthy to kneel in her presence since he has been twisted by darkness... And "no being touched by the hands of Morgoth should be granted the honor of communing with such an esteemed member of the Valar".

He begins each day with "Yavanna, blessed giver of life and protector of all creation of Arda, I kneel before you a broken and poisoned form of my previous self. A child of Eru Ilúvatar taken by darkness. Although I have no right to kneel before you I beg you allow me an audience, if any essence of my created form remains. I am no one's servant but your own..."

🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻

And all Adar requests for father's day from his children is freshly picked sage blossoms so he can keep his store stocked and continue his morning prayers with Yavanna on their behalf. 🥹

*KEYBOARD SMASH*

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I'm OBSESSED with this ritual idea that you've laid out... I LOVE the notion that Adar still takes time alone to be an elf, i think that totally tracks with his character.

And the idea that his children pick sage for him because they know it's the only thing he truly wants

I JUST

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[irimelde]

you are lying to me. (yes i changed it bc i couldn't see him actually asking..)

Inbox Answered---

--- He knew her all too well. It pained her to have lied to him, he who she loved so dearly, who understood her the most. Yet truth seemed as if it might be more painful. How was she to tell him she had been considering a visit to elven lands, curiosity at last reaching her. Her mother's wanderlust was affecting her, as well as stories of the Greenwood, of the mountains, the sea.

She wanted to see these wonders for herself, and yet she was still undecided. So when her father had inquired after her thoughts, she'd told him very little, unwilling to share while she still was unsure. The world was vast and dangerous, and even though he was surrounded by his children, Esteliel knew there was a possibility he might worry for her.

"Goheno nin, ada . . ." She sighed, toying with her hair. An inherited tick of concentrated thought, focusing for a moment upon the strands around her finger. "I suppose I should know better than to hide from you, but I am wary to mention anything until I am sure. " soft courage found, she looked into his eyes with a sparkle in her own which requested understanding. Her hand reached out to his, grounding her thoughts and putting them into words.

"I have heard so many stories of the world out there, and I think at last some latent curiosity has left its mark upon me. I want to see something of it, but I am. . . uncertain. It might not be whatever it is I have imagined." A pause head tilted as she considered further. "As I so heavily lean upon your wisdom, I think perhaps I have been remiss not to have come to you sooner. What do you think?"

[iriysse]

over the shoulder

Inbox Answered---

--- Body language screamed a warning, the expression painted on her face mirrored in her hands on hips and determined stare through black lashes. Fierce defiance in her steel eyes . . . Aredhel was not moving. Pros of course were limited, and cons were rather rampant. She knew that if she actually was going to try and stand against him, there was a strong possibility she'd lose. He was a warrior with a feralness in his blood she lacked-- not that she even wanted to fight him, this wasn't about fighting him, it was about stopping him. He wasn't listening to reason, as brilliant as he was, and Elbereth, she had to do something!

"This isn't wisdom and you know it. You're headed right into a trap and you don't seem to care, you stubborn uruk."Hypocrisy at its finest "I don't know what you're allowing to cloud your judgment about this, but I'm asking you to reconsider, if only for a moment, before you get yourself killed for naught."she actually had the gall to glare, arms crossing her chest, looking more like an upset fishwife than a centuries old elleth who had seen countless years of darkness and danger and somehow survived them. That truly was the trouble, for all her blustering, she was fearful for him. Fearful that he would not return if he walked out of that tent, and for a moment that fear shone beyond her clear disdain of his decision.

She nearly folded then, some part of her searching for some sort of middle ground and failing against what she saw as perfectly obvious. Of course she quickly once more found her ire as he approached, and she held her head high in challenge. Up she went upon his shoulder so suddenly she gave a squawk of indignation. "ADAR!" his name was growled in her throat as she tried to heave herself free and failed beneath his grip. "Let me go!" Beating against his back was useless, her fist meeting nothing but armor which turned her protest into a low "Ow." as she cradled her hand for a moment and then with a huff tried to at least not flop about.

"Grach--fine! You insufferable bastard---" she bit off her own words before she could complete them with another growl of frustration. Damn him. Damn him. Damn. Him. Damn him for making her care.

[heilith]

For your writing ask:

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

Hey, nice to see you! :))) (for the record, I got your tag on Legolas, and I love you, I just have absolutely NO time to appreciate a good fic right now, so I'm putting it away till when I'm more relaxed. Sorry and thank you for thinking of me!)

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

Got it right here

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

Counting out those poor requests rotting in my inbox?

A Scribbles and Drabbles Adar longfic, but I'm waiting for the artist to say yay or nay.

A dark magic Haldir. :) An array of prompts I've been stealing from various imagine blogs, like, for instance:

or

or

So many options, so little days in a week.

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

Conveniently Common Kink, Wingfic, Amnesia, Enemies to Lovers. Eagerly accepting your suggestions. :))

Thank you! Hope you're alright.

[the-winnowing-wind]

Ahhh thank you! It was such a strange time in my life! A weird limbo where Adar was dead in my inbox, but I hadn’t watched it yet, and then he was dead before my eyes, and no one else knew, and slowly he became really dead for real!

I actually had watched it before even that screening! About two weeks before everyone else! 😭

I love Morfydd Clark going on about Adar ��changing” Galadriel “forever” and directly and indirectly sparking her inner growth through a radical act of surrender, rejecting Nenya and giving it back to her, that “blindsided” her. She thinks it informed her decision to step back behind Gil-galad in the final scene. We’ll see if there’s any kind of decent continuation in that regard next season but good to know Morfydd includes it into her character lore.

sources: Nerdist, Collider

[alifelongpassed]

I'm normally not someone who babbles on main, but I have only one friend and they couldn't care less. But... I feel so sad if that was the reason. Is this why the last episode had so many Harfoots and no orcs? Was it already clear by that time? and it's so much more likely that they will kill the brand new Adar off quickly in season two now. ( but I don't really care at this point) I just feel... damn, I feel like we are HIS orc army and we could have rioted ( I respect that this isn't the way he wants things) but this feeling of damn we could have stood with him. you know? But yeah, again. lets respectfully stand by Josephs decision and show our support with honour. It can never have been easy for him to come to this and there is so much we don't know. So let him know that he is loved and that the effort he put in this role has been seen. And that we, too, wanted so much more of it.

[sanisse]

💕Accepting asks and requests! - closed for Kinktober

General Guidelines:

First thing’s first! This is a sideblog to my main. I cannot send asks or follow people back.

This is a spice blog. I write regular stuff on my main but I’m shy & some irl people follow me there. Kinks will be present. Everything will be tagged. Please do not interact if you do not want to see this content. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

This is a Rings of Power friendly blog! If you’re a fan you are welcome here. Feel free to make requests for Rings of Power characters and Rings of Power specific portrayals of Tolkien’s characters.

Asks, requests, etc are encouraged! Anons welcome.

If something is triggering or squicky for you, let me know so I can tag it for you so you can blacklist. I will use cw (trigger) without the parenthesis

The length you get is the length you get. I write until I feel as if the scene is complete. Some scenes will just be longer than others, but please trust that I put the same level of effort into each request, no matter the length. 

Inbox Guidelines

Stay polite. I am an adultier adult with a full time job and other blogs/responsibilities. Please be patient.

This is a terf/bigotry free zone.

This is a ship-shaming free zone.

Negativity and drama will be deleted.

When requesting an insert, please tell me your pronouns. If you are comfortable please let me know how you want the reader insert to work in a practical sense. I don’t want to accidentally trigger any dysphoria.

🚫 I Will Not Write:

Everything MUST be safe/sane/consensual and everyone involved MUST be of age. This is not up for debate.

Hobbits & orcs. I have nothing against them I just am not good at writing them!

Adar from Rings of Power. I’m sorry if he’s your blorbo but I’m not confident in my grasp of the character!

Haladriel (Halbrand x Galadriel). I dislike the ship, sorry!

❤️ I Will Write:

Headcannons, meta, inserts, discussion, ask games

Consensual kink including but not limited to: bdsm, painplay, daddy/mommy kink, impact play, delay/denial, etc. if you are not sure if I will write what you’re looking for, feel free to PM or ask.

Cute fluffy smut 🥰

Polyamory is welcome

Queer relationships of all kinds welcome (including aspec)

Smut between two characters by request. Send me a pairing and prompt!

💗Personal Blorbos I Love Writing For:

Maedhros

Elrond

Thranduil

Glorfindel

Erestor

Galadriel 

Lindir

But others are welcome too!

— Sanissë.

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