#Elentiya

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[trabazo]

Celaena on TOG 1

[rainingriversofyou]

Nehemia x Celaena

“I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.”

—Throne Of Glass

Artist: diabolical_victorian_cat

[aficionadoenthusiast]

[unlikelysaintdelele]

watching sjm defend her ship in the throne of glass series is hilarious.

she's really trying to hammer in that they're not at all closely related before they even find each other tolerable.

[icey--stars]

YALL YALL YALL. (very minor tog spoilers if u haven't read the series yet? not really tbh lol)

SO I FOUND WHERE SARAH MIGHTVE GOT THE INSPIRATION FOR THE NAME ELENTIYA (not like the spelling or name, but the meaning) I JUST REWATCHED SPIRIT, YES THE SUPER GOOD HORSE MOVIE THAT MADE UP OUR CHILDHOOD- BUT BUT BUT BUT REMEMBER WHEN LITTLE CREEK NAMES SPIRIT? WHEN THEY SAY GOODBYE? HE SAYS "Take care of her… Spirit… who could not be broken.."

PLEASE TELL ME THATS WHERE IT COMES FROM BECAUSE IF IT IS I WILL CRY. I WILL BURST OUT IN TEARS. IM SORRY THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT I LOVE THIS LMAO

[psalacanthea]

27, 32 and 35 for Zyn <3

Haha, nice! I do love writing banter. <3 This is from the Tav meme found here! Send me one if you like for my Tav Zynatheri or my Durge Belladonna.

27. Party banter with Wyll

Wyll: So, Zyrenna. Or was it Zynelle? It's difficult to keep track; you change names faster than the wrath of Umberlee sinks a galleon.

Zynatheri: Zyn's well enough, my dear hero.

Wyll: That seems a bit lackluster for a bard. No flourish. I could help, if you like.

Zyn: Oh, I have one of those as well, fancy enough to beat even yours. But...well, I don't use it, since I travel disguised.

Wyll: You aren't disguised now...?

Zyn: (sighs) Zynatheri Rivati, the Silver Mockingbird. At your service.

Wyll: It suits you! The Blade and the...Bird. Hmmh. Needs work.

Zyn: (laughs)

32. Party banter with Jaheira

Zyn: I met a bard once who was infatuated with you, you know.

Jaheira: Ugh. Say no more, please.

Zyn: A sprightly tune- Winsome, Wild Jaheira. There was a verse about how you sleep in trees like a big cat, waiting for a handsome man to become your prey.

Jaheira: So I can...what, drop out of the tree and snap his neck?

Zyn: That's what I always envisioned. I know that I'd be charmed by a woman ripping a man's throat out with her teeth, at least.

Jaheira: You may be irritating, but at least you have good taste.

35. How would your Tav/Durge greet a player character if they were a companion at low, neutral, high, or romanced approval?

Low Approval:

'Make it short. Words are money.'

'You? (looks you up and down) Ugh. Go on.'

(silently gestures in the air in a dramatic, expectant beckon)

Neutral:

'Delighted to see you as always! Anything you need, my charming compatriot?'

'I was hoping you'd come talk to me! Tell me everything.'

'Come, share what everyone else has been gossiping about. I'm so bored.'

High:

'Hmmh?'

Staring off into space, humming. 'Mmh? Oh! Yes?'

'Yes?'

Romanced:

'My sweet devoted heart. What is it?'

'Your smile is the sun that lights my dark life. Someone need murdering?'

'Beautiful as ever. One day I'll do you justice.'

'Is everything all right? I'm listening.'

[makoodles]

Do you plan on doing any more writings with Tonowari and Ronal? I enjoy your works every much by the way!

ahhhh thank you so much, i'm so glad you enjoyed !!

i don't plan on writing anymore tonowari and ronal at the moment!

[witchofthesouls]

Idk if anyone had already asked this before, but why do you not roleplay?

Time restraints. I don't have the free time to commit to it in a consistent manner.

Plus, when I get into something, I get really into it. It just slams a switch in me until I snap out of it. I have no idea when it'll stop, but it will.

And that's a rabbit hole I'm gonna stay away from.

[ircnwrought]

a.elin tag dump

❛ the lost queen ❜ ▬ ( annasophia robb as aelin galathynius. ) ❛ fireheart ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius aesthetic. ) ❛ rattle the stars ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius desires. ) ❛ we all bear scars ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius body claim. ) ❛ we can only go on ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius meme. ) ❛ you do not yield ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius headcanon. ) ❛ ash and embers ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius appearance. ) ❛ hear the wind sing ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius music. ) ❛ elentiya ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius musings. ) ❛ only promises ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius gif. ) ❛ fit for a queen ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius wardrobe. ) ❛ blessings from mala ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius quote. ) ❛ faerie queen of the west ❜ ▬ ( aelin galathynius world. ) otp: to whatever end (rowan x aelin) otp: a knight and the queen (chaol x aelin) otp: heavy is the head (dorian x aelin) otp: i will not be afraid (sam x aelin)

[highladyofterrasen7]

On their wedding night:

Rowan: I take thee…

Aelin *whispering*: say it

Rowan: I take thee

Aelin: say it

Rowan: im not saying it

Aelin: yes you are

Rowan: *sigh* I take thee, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, heir of Brannon, heir of mala fire-bringer, heir of fire, witch-slayer, queen of flame and shadow, fire breathing bitch queen, adarlans assassin, kings champion, formally known as Celaena Sardothien, Lillian Gordaina, Elentiya and Dianna Brackyn, also aelin of the wildfire, aelin fire-bringer, the queen who was promised, the queen who walked between worlds, gods-killer and fireheart, to be my wife.

Aelin *wiping away a tear*: it’s beautiful

[acourtofquestions]

"But maybe," he said, quietly enough that she looked at him again. He didn't smile, but his eyes were inquisitive. "Maybe we could find the way back together."

He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.

"I think," she said, barely more than whisper, "I would like that very much." He held out a hand. "Together, then." She studied the scarred, callused palm, then the tattooed face, full of a grim sort of hope.

Someone who might-who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss.

Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would never be whole again, but

"Together," she said, and took his outstretched hand.

And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.

[planetformer-central]

A gift for @tsyal-elentiya! Her lovely ocs Tsyal'teria Elentiya and Leuruna-Velia!

The context for this piece is wild.

[anarchiii]

What could of been… —TOG AU

Part one | Warnings: angst | Rowan x Aelin

Summary: What if Rowan had known Lyria was pregnant and didn’t go off to war? Fenrys would have most likely trained Celaena, not Rowan, Would Celaena be the person she is in KOA?

Note: this is an AU this isn’t in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Rowan’s POV

“Rowan! We’re ready!” Lyria’s called from the entryway pulling him back into reality from where he’d been lost in thought. “Coming love!” He echoed back, walking out of the shared bedroom to his wife and their youngest daughter, they were going out to Mistward to visit Emrys and malakai for a party. They were celebrating something along the lines of peace. Since Wendlyn hadn’t been in any conflicts which Rowan was grateful for as that meant Rowan got to spend more time with his family, His daughter Maisie—only eight—had not been pleased at the idea of going out but had begrudgingly accepted after the promise of good food.

He kissed his mates cheek before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door his family trailing behind, he was going to be meeting with Fenrys to see how he was going with the task their queen had given him.

He was tasked with training a girl to control, wield and hone her magic. And not to mention shift. Though from what Fenrys had said the girl was a real spitfire. He knew that because Fenrys had been ranting non stop about her for two hours straight while drinking a monumental amount of ale and then passing out onto Lorcan, he’d feel bad for the male if he wasn’t such a bastard.

Soon enough they were passing through the gates of Mistward heading for a particular building, walking through the door and discarding his jacket on the nearest hanger before doing the same for his mate, kissing her cheek and ruffling Maisie’s hair before going to greet Emrys.

-

Celaena’s POV

Celaena was grateful for no training today and so were her limbs, the gods knew they were on the brink of death. She’s been staring at the ceiling on her pathetic excuse of a bed when Fenrys had walked in. She turned her head to the side and stared at him intensely, annoyed that he had interrupted her daily existence check session.

Fenrys rightfully looked a little intimidated but brushed it of as he sat down on the bed next to her. She hated that about him, he was so carefree.

“So…there’s a little party going on in an hour and you’re kind of required to be there” he said. Great just great, she had to go socialise with some fae, how better could her day get?

-

She’d been getting dirty looks from all the Fae since she’d arrived, if they didn’t stop soon she’d surely end up burning them to a crisp and as much as she wanted to do that. She couldn’t.

She needed to go to Doranelle and learn everything about the wyrd keys and the Valg as she could, if she killed somebody her majesty Maeve would not be very pleased. “Earth to Elentiya you there?” Fenrys voice pulling her from her thoughts.

“Yeah I’m here” She answered, “Right, I want you to meet one of my friends.”

“Very well” she replied blankly,

Fenrys led her through the crowds of Demi and full blooded Fae and Faeries—even a few humans—all together, no fighting no conflicts. Just co existing for this one particular night. But apparently all this peaceful-ness didn’t include being nice to her.

-

After walking through the crowd for what felt like hours, they finally found Fenrys friends.

“Celaena I’d like you to meet my good friend Rowan and his mate Lyria, Rowan, Lyria this is Elentiya”

She looked to the Fae finding them already staring at her, awkward, the man—Rowan was beautiful really, with long white hair and dazzling emerald eyes she couldn’t help gaze into—but she wasn’t interested in men—males right now, the female, Lyria. Was a stunning woman, with a head of brown hair adorned with pearls, cascading down her shoulders and gold-brown eyes that reminded her of the freshest honey. She wasn’t a very envious woman but even she couldn’t help feeling jealous of such beauty, it had her looking away to the child clutching her mothers frilly pink dress, the girl couldn’t of been older than ten, her shoulder length light brown hair adorned with lime green bows and crystal clear gems, she was a natural beauty that even Celaena couldn’t help notice. “And this is our youngest daughter Maisie.” Lyria said, even her voice was beautiful, it was unfair really.

“It’s lovely to meet you three” Celaena said trying to sound as polite as possible, even mustering up the energy for a smile, she didn’t bother to think about how dirty her teeth must be or be embarrassed by them. The gods knew she probably looked like she was half dead, she didn’t care. Maybe a few months ago she would’ve but not now. She tried not to linger on the thoughts of if she’d ever care about her looks again.

“Celaena, I hear you are training. May I ask what for?” Rowan asked

Rowan worked for Maeve so there was no point in lying about it, besides Fenrys would call her out for the lie anyway. “I’m trying to get into Doranelle, Her Majesty Maeve insists I learn to wield my…gifts if I want to receive passage to her city.”

“What magic do you have? How much?” Lyria inquired. Almost looking bored with her. Did she not know it was rude to ask about those kind of things?

“Uh, fire magic. I have. Uhm just a small amount.” Celaena was getting uncomfortable with these questions, the female had no business knowing about her magic. She was getting ready to bolt when Rowan said, “well I won’t keep you here all night, I want to greet some old friends, if you’ll excuse us.” —practically dragging his wife away—She could’ve kissed the man for that, he most likely saw her getting uncomfortable. “Very well, it was lovely meeting you guys” she said. They were walking away when Lyria turned and gave her a dirty look. What the hell was that about? She hadn’t been that rude, for a matter of fact she’d been downright delightful.

She tried not to take it to personally as she made her way to the drinks table, grabbing a bottle of faerie wine as she walked over to a shady spot, swigging from the bottle as she surveyed everyone. The taste of the wine was a welcoming sensation as it slid down her throat. She was going to have a mad headache tomorrow but it was a small price to pay for the reprieve it brought.

-

Two hours and three bottles later Celaena was ready to leave, She didn’t remember why she’d even came in the first place, then again after all the wine she’d had she couldn’t remember much of anything. She was figuring out if she should just leave the bottles of faerie wine where they were or discard them somewhere appropriate when she saw Rowan make his way toward her. Shit? She didn’t have time to wonder if that was a bad thing as he was already in front of her, he had no business being that fast. “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a moment?” He said, “yeah sure” she answered back.

When they were away from everyone he turned to her, his beautiful eyes catching in the fae lights making them shine a bright emerald. She couldn’t help but be entranced in their beauty. He broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about my mate earlier, it was rude to ask such personal questions like that, I had a talk to her about it. I can get her to apologise if that’s what you want.” the idea of making the female apologise was appealing but she’d be a decent person today. “No it’s Alright, if I was her I most likely would’ve asked the same thing, there is no need to make anyone apologise.” She said, Celaena wondered why she was in such a good mood, maybe it was the wine or the dazzling male in front of her, she could get drunk off looking into his eyes all day, that’d be better than any wine. Why was she so..attracted to him? He had a mate and a child for gods sake she couldn’t be like this.

“Thank you for being so understanding Celaena.” He echoed back, god, the way he’d said her name—her alias— she wondered what it’d be like to have him say her name—her real name—to wake up next to him every day,to bear his children—She shut those thoughts away so far that they could only escape in her dreams, her wicked, cruel dreams. Filled with screams of beloved friends—and some of her own—of brown hair that shined in the sun, of sun kissed skin, bloody beds and tables, The scent of lotus and lavender. She shivered at the thoughts. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, good luck on getting to Doranelle.” Rowan said before he walked back into the crowd—back to that mate of his, and child—She didn’t understand why this was bothering her so much, she didn’t even know his last name and yet she felt like she could, and would. lay down her life for him.

She walked back to her room and plopped down on her bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. —To try and deter the cold— as she tried to drift off to sleep. Ignoring that golden threaded feeling blooming in her chest.

Finally the Sandman came for her and she fell into a dream filled slumber, dreams full of sparkling green eyes and a head full of silver hair lying beneath a crown of blue flames…

The End.

-Taglist

@leiawritesstories

@mariaofdoranelle

@throneofglassmicrofics

@aelinschild

@elentiyawhitethorn

@tomtenadia

@rowanaelinn

[kittenintheden]

hold on hold on wait hold on @elentiya-ashryver-galathynius wait hold on

how am I supposed to

[blodgmonster]

Throne of Glass reread thoughts that no one on earth asked for.

-- Duke Perrington throws her to the floor. IT'S HIM IT'S HIM KILL HIM NOW DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER YOU PRICK.

-- ""Your Highness," Chaol Westfall snapped at her.

"What?" Celaena asked." Responding to 'Your Highness' because she fucking is. Oh, you beautiful, sassy bitch, I love you 💗

-- "Still the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back" echoes of ACOTAR

-- If Endovier isn't based on Auschwitz, I'll eat my hat.

-- Celaena chucking a flowerpot at Kaltain. Priceless.

-- "She saw the floor first. Red marble, its white veins illuminated in the light of the sun." Like a children's hospital.

-- Nothung. Dumbass name.

-- obsidian is a favorite of mine, and SJM just runs its good name through the dirt with all these obsidian eyes and the towers.

-- A complaint I've heard about this book before is how often someone sneaks up on Celaena while she's asleep. "She's an assassin! No one should be able to sneak up on her ever!" I'm sorry, are YOU able to control how deeply you sleep? Because I can't. I'll sleep through a thunderstorm and then get woken up by a child laughing outside. Like...it is what it is and I don't think it's something you can TRAIN. Besides which, she's spent a year in a death camp. She probably had to sleep through a lot of horrible noises.

-- "I can act and talk like a lady if it pleases me." Okay, Toph.

-- NEHEMIA

-- Chaol asking about her scars, "What did you do to deserve it?" Why don’t you SHUT THE FUCK UP? How could you ask someone who had been a SLAVE in a DEATH CAMP for a YEAR what she did to DESERVE being WHIPPED? He really is a piece of shit and I will never understand what Celeana and Yrene and Nesryn see in him. How does this grumpy loser keep pulling tens? They can do better.

-- hey look, it's The Walking Dead which had a cameo in Crescent City.

-- "The Duke was ambitious, but certainly not a threat to the castle or its inhabitants." DING DONG, YOU WERE WRONG!!!!

-- sweet baby Fleetfoot!!

-- I understand why Celeana didn't pick Dorian. He's the son of the man who destroyed your world (even if he is handsome, charming, loves books, and gives you a puppy. I'd be a goner for him). But to choose Chaol instead? Ugh. Just wait and hope for better things. Like Rowan. Or even Nox. Like CHAOL after SAM? Major downgrade, babe.

-- Kaltain having a peacock themed gown and mask at the ball reminds me of the wicked stepsister in Ever After. Excellent reference or fun coincidence?

-- "I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.'" Oh, Nehemia. You deserved so much better. You deserved to live to see Aelin put things right.

-- "I've never had a pet. I never wanted one." Jesus, what kind of sociopath are you, Chaol?? Ugh. Massive red flag for me.

-- Nehemia giving her the staff. Hell yeah.

-- "it make no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you no matter what you call me. " THAT'S MY GIRL

-- The plot is so...simple when you compare it to Kingdom of Ash. But it's still SO good.