#XIX-THESUN

[silmawensgarden]

XIX- THE SUN CH.10

CH.10 A balm for the weary

Fëanorians x GN Modern Reader. Sub pairing CH.10: Maedhros x Reader x Maglor

Wordcount: 1.6k

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Promise not to your brother water when your wells are dry.

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It seemed to you that you got incredibly lucky to have fallen into Caranthir’s chest. Else you would have plummeted to the floor with a twisted ankle. Caranthir seemed to stiffen slightly when you fell over. He must’ve not been too used to sudden contact like that. You peeled yourself off of him once you felt confident in your footing again. Stepping away from him you snuck a glance in Amrod’s direction, his face had an unreadable expression on it. It was a mix of so many things at once. He seemed to be clenching his jaw harshly too. Must’ve been a close call from his point of view….. you thought.

You felt the need to avert the attention elsewhere. The atmosphere in the kitchen was so thick you could’ve sliced it instead of the cake you had just baked. It was so terribly cold. “Eh…how about we take some time to rest after this whole ordeal?” you muttered. It was a frail attempt but it was enough to break the heavy laden atmosphere. Caranthir and Amrod both agreed that they felt a bit tired so they returned to their rooms rather quickly. Leaving you behind in the kitchen.

It was so quiet now.

You walked over to the kitchen table and sat down for a moment. You were starting to feel uneasy. Within minutes you felt like you were getting churned there and over again from the inside. Something akin to lactose intolerance, but worse. Because when it comes to intolerance, you avoid the food or take medication. However, you can’t escape a fever when it comes to catch you unawares. The feeling that you were going to throw up made you move towards one of the kitchen cabinets. While you were getting up your head started to spin.

You crashed against the counter, still feeling nauseated and feeling like the world was spinning at record speed around you. Letting out a desperate yelp you sank to the floor barely escaping from a cabinet doorknob digging into your back.

Sitting on the floor in absolute misery you were hoping someone would come across your messed up self. Why couldn’t I just stay seated like a wise person? You thought miserably. It felt like time was crawling by slower than a garden snail dehydrated from the summer heat. Your breathing started to get more labored and heavy.  Just before you were about to shut off from your fever you heard rushed footsteps from behind the kitchen doors. Some muffled voices spoke to you without you really caring to discern them. It didn’t take much time before you passed out.

Maedhros and Maglor had heard your yelp and came to investigate, you had already crashed onto the floor before they had managed to get to you.  Maglor attempted to bring you back to consciousness but you were unresponsive to his attempts. Because of this they decided to carry you up the stairs to your bedroom. Hoping that some bedrest would help you recover.

------ Maglor POV ----------

We carried them up the stairs to their bedroom. They were burning up beyond normal measures. It was scaring both me and Maedhros. I’ve never had to take care of an edain before. Only half-elven children. Yet even they did not burn so harshly when they were unwell. I am worried about Y/n. It makes me feel unwell myself seeing them like this. They were completely unresponsive to my voice. Not even gesture or touch made them come to. We might have to take some drastic measures to keep them alive. I do not know how fragile the edain truly are, but I have heard horrible things during my travels. Things like cold or flu could make them pass away. It is unthinkable to me……. This person has fallen ill under my watch, and so terribly that they can not even keep themselves standing.

I feel guilty, should I? Perhaps it’s because of the many times we’ve nearly lost Elrond and Elros…..I can’t let anything happen to you too….

------ Maedhros POV ------------

I saw the concerned look on my brother’s face. He looks paler than normal now. I can see that he is worried about them. Though I am worried about y/n also, I find myself feeling the slightest amount of warmth in my heart. They look so alike at this moment, Maglor and y/n. My dear brother probably does not remember when he was just a little elfling that he was just as sickly as the edain laying in their bed right now. I cared for him when ammë was not around. He would sometimes burn up quite a bit and refuse to eat. I am glad I am able to care for y/n right now. I suppose it makes me feel useful for once.

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You were laid in bed carefully, avoiding any movements that could possibly bring you discomfort. Maedhros tucked you under your blanket and added a thick rolled towel under your pillow to help you breathe better. They stayed in your room with you for quite a while. Many hours passed since your sudden collapse in the kitchen. Some of the others came to visit you during those hours as well.

It’s surprising to say the least, getting sick in the middle of summer. Especially having a fever on top of feeling nauseated is not an ideal state to be in. Hopefully it would pass soon.

After another long while of sleeping you woke up at last. You felt like you had been hit by a truck. You looked around and saw you were in your room. You didn’t remember getting out of the kitchen at all. Someone must’ve carried you upstairs then.

Before you got any time to escape from your bed, the door to the bedroom opened to reveal Maedhros and Maglor. Both seemed to visibly relax at the sight of you being awake. Maglor rushed over to your side and plopped down onto the floor beside your bed. Maedhros walked in a little more carefully as to not disturb your mood. Within moments you were being questioned by both about your wellbeing. Were you okay? What happened? Why did you suddenly collapse with fever? The questions seemed never ending.

After a while of talking a comfortable silence rested between the three of you. The silence was broken by a concerned scolding from Maedhros. “Y/n, I understand that what you have been doing for your parents is incredibly kind and noble. However…. You are forgetting to take care of yourself.”  “You mustn’t forget to fill your own cup also. And yet you cannot even do so because your own wells are empty! “ Maglor nodded in agreement.

Taking your hands in his Maglor gives you a knowing smile.  “We understand the amount of effort it takes sometimes to just get out of bed, we know it very well. So please, next time you are on the verge of overworking yourself….come to us instead.”

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by a harsh knock on your door. It wasn’t much of a knock as it was more of a rumbling thunder being released against your poor door. How it hasn’t fallen apart into a pile of door-colored dust was beyond you.

The door opened to reveal a beet-red Caranthir holding a tray with peeled citrus, a bowl of hot soup and an herbal tea. You had to seriously bite your tongue to not allow your fever ridden thoughts to slip past your lips. Behind him appeared a blurry mop of red hair, which soon revealed itself to be Amrod who was holding some small container with no-one knows what inside. They both stepped into your room. Who knew that a small gathering of merely 4 other people would feel like a thick crowd once feverish. It made you feel a little claustrophobic.

Once they told Maedhros and Maglor how and what they were ushered out of the door rather quickly with the flimsy excuse of a reason that you needed some air and quiet time. They carried too much dust or something like that. At least that’s what you thought you understood from Maglor’s rambling.

You felt like everything was spinning around and had to resist the urge to throw up for the next ten minutes. Because of this Maedhros and Maglor decided to leave you be. Occasionally checking on you to see if you needed anything. You were also visited by the rest of the brothers during the day and leading on further into the night.

It was at around 02:30 in the morning that you were visited by Celegorm who sat by you and whittled away at some wood, turning it into a small figurine of a dog. Huan most likely. Before the clock struck three, he had been dragged out of your room so you could get some sleep.

Despite your near constant fever, you still managed to get some shut-eye. With a little wooden Huan to watch over you, and a house that for once was quiet.

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[solaraesthetic]

HERE COMES THE SUN (DOODOODOODOO) *ARCANA BOOK XIX MAJOR SPOILERS ALL ROUTES*

Friends, it has been a long day for me and I have had to switch between three different fandoms for updates. But, I refuse to disappoint.

So without further ado, let’s begin.

Julian’s Route

GUESS WHO GETS THE CG THIS ROUND!

Death is honestly hella nice, and as much as him being Malak makes sense I sort of wish I would have picked Portia’s Cottage just for the chance to see Pepi say “I am Death”

Death can’t take a physical form because of Valdemar

The Arcana: Friendship is Magic (and can help you defeat the devil)

Ah yes, the two reasons to risk your life: It’s just right, or it’s for love

Friendship ended with being called Daddy, now being called Captain is my kink (think I’ll get flagged for saying this?)*

Apparently Lucio tried to light himself on fire this time…

My girl Portia coming through for me again, stashing Julian’s bod somewhere safe

HOLY SHIT JULIAN APOLOGIZES TO ASRA

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME THEY’RE BOTH APOLOGIZING FOR EVERYTHING

MAZELINKA FOR THE WIN! DEVIL SCHMEVIL IS RIGHT!!!

Watching the Devorak kids play in the Magician’s realm is so good

Lesbian Grandmas? Lesbian Grandmas!*

FUCK YOU GOATMAN

LET MAZELINKA SAY FUCK YOU COWARDS

The Devil is fed up with Julian and MC loving and supporting each other

Sticks and stones may break my bones but a bottom in chains excites the hell outta me

WE GOT IT!!! THE LAST “I LOVE YOU”!!!!! FUCK!!!!

END PREDICTION: Upright

Asra’s Route:

Reminder that Asra is a sweetheart who worries about his parents

Quality hand massaging time is good time*

That Face™

“AHHHHH!”

Yet another reminder that Lucio did, in fact, steal MC’s body

All in favor of pushing Lucio into a black pit scream “Hell yeah”

God damn it he’s back

Laugh it off kids, laugh it off

He’s carrying a big stick but he sure as hell ain’t speakin softly

Lucio is not the sharpest tool in the shed is he?

Seriously these new Lucio sprites? Love em

The recognition of character growth is truly something I admire about this game

1 out of 3 bodies collected

I apologize for the amount of Lucio being mentioned in this route but it was primarily Lucio-based

Am thoroughly confused and concerned about what just happened at the lake but as far as I know we’re still doing well…?

Kiss kiss fall in love*

I want to see the image of Muriel dragging Asra’s body under his cloak through the party and to the fountain

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S TOO LATE

END PREDICTION: Unknown

Nadia’s Route:

Fuck I forgot about pseudo-ram demon Valerius

Very sudden change of heart from said pseudo-ram demon

Lesson to be learned from all of this: do not make deals with the devil

We finally meet the Hierophant in his proper, wine-loving glory

The Vineyard background is absolutely stunning

Volta is actually called “potato creature” and I adore it

Also confirmation that Volta and Vlastomil are tied to Temperance and Justice

Orgy murals are the best sources of inspiration*

Nadia more like Naughtia amirite fellas

Aaaaaand Lucio is fuckin back

“Get out of my house” is such a power move

Seeing the dynamic between Nadia and Lucio really puts things in perspective, and I am so sorry that they ever got together

Once again we see how powerful Nadia really is an I love that about her character so much

Lucio admitting that the MC is better than him...interesting*

And he’s back to calling us a stupid witch

2 out of 3 bodies collected

I...that ending though

END PREDICTION: Upright

Only a few more books to go folks... but hey! This is a fandom with a bright future that’s clearly making progress, and even after the 17th I’ll still be here to give you Arcana updates!

[onioshie]

The Sun an The Moon - tarot cards

[ogham-lady]

INNOCENCE

This card, from this tarot deck in particular, is very important for me. It appeared one year ago during the Shadow Work October as a card representing the wisdom of my female linneage. Innocence is often connected to this naive, childish state of mind, when our souls are soft, clean and - what's most important - unharmed by so called "real life". Although, in this case, the innocence means quite opposite - innocence of old, wise soul. It’s the ability to come through harsh, difficult times (mantis?) with sun rays in your thoughts and keep this state event if you know, that world isn't bright and white only. Wise, old man from this card (and lifeways of my female ancestors also) gives me a hope, that it's possible to be happy regardless of bad memories from the past.

[heroinadiary]

The Sun. XIX. . . . . . . . #thesun #tarotcards #tarot #reading #mystical #drawing #draw #artes #art #artwork #visualarts #artistasbrasileiros #artistic #jovensartistas #blackwork #xix https://www.instagram.com/p/B1cYrmFAriQ/?igshid=b8gi1ocl76cq

[aredheelart]

Working on the next card: Meridia, The Sun🌞 * * * * * #tes #theelderscrolls #skyrim #oblivion #morrowind #daedra #meridia #tarot #tarotcards #thesun #xix #digitalart #digitalpainting #myart

[kneeknockers]

DUNE Tarot XIX. The Sun Sheeana Brugh [Heretics of Dune, Chapterhouse Dune] "Can’t you see what she intends? The Missionaria scheme! Oh, more than that. It’s the next phase: Muad’Dib to Tyrant to Honored Matres to us to Sheeana . . . to what? Can’t you see it? The thing is right here at the lip of your thoughts. Accept it as you would swallow a bitter drink. Murbella shuddered. See it? The bitter medicine of a Sheeana future? We once thought all medicines had to be bitter or they were not effective. No healing power in the sweet. Must it happen, Dar? Some will choke on that medicine. But the survivors may create interesting patterns." This card is part of the DUNE Tarot project, an independent art project centering on the world of Frank Herbert's Dune novels 🌌 To watch art being created in-process, please check out http://twitch.tv/kneeknockers for days and times of streams. 🌌 To order prints or pre-order the DUNE Tarot deck, please visit http://kneeknockers.net under "Store" 🌌 To keep up to date on project details, join our discord! Twitch subscribers get access to sub-only rooms that go into greater detail concerning DUNE Tarot, Paradise Lost, & more! https://discord.com/invite/R2dQUKbGZ5 🌌 if you like what I do and would like to support me, please consider donating to my ko-fi! It's a great way to show support even if prints are too expensive♡ http://ko-fi.com/kneeknockers #dune #hereticsofdune #dunechronicles #chapterhousedune #frankherbert  #sheeana #sheeanabrugh #wormdance #sandworm #arrakis  #tarot  #tarotcards  #watercolor  #gouache #esotericism  #scifiartwork #instaart #artistoninstagram  #instaartist  #artistsofinstagram #foolsjourney #thesun  #twitchcreative  #majorarcana #dunetarot #fanart (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNLZN-jDJ-j/?igshid=1b6uezn0fx8al

[chillvibestarot]

I calculated what my cards for this year would be by adding my birth date and month with the current year. I got 19, or 1+9=10, or 1+0=1. . 💫 I. The Magician - Hidden power, inner magick, creating your own reality . 🎡 X. The Wheel of Fortune - Change, destiny, unexpected turn of events, good luck . 🌞 XIX. The Sun - Happiness, self-expression, clarity, vitality . 🏜I love how much the color orange comes through in these cards. Those who know me in person know that it’s my “power color” - it instills me with confidence and strength, and represents warmth, energy, and drive. . . . #tarotcards #numerology #dailytarotreading #modernwitchcraftbookoftarot #skyealexander #tarotreadersofinstagram #tarotcommunity #powercolor #orange #themagician #thewheeloffortune #thesun (at Portland, Oregon)

[the-happy-puppy-collective]

"The Sun" a tarot of Marseille card number XIX symbol of good fortune and prosperity #zazzle #zazzlemade #happyPuppy #design #minimal #summer #sun #thesun #🌻 #🌞 #tarot #thesuntarot #tarotofmarseille #warmth #light #luck #prosperity #fortune #goodfortune #lucky #divination #tarotcard #newage #button #pin (at Marseille, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B21a3eribrr/?igshid=1vrzgtj002wnq

[starlenebreiter]

Card of the Moment: XIX Sun Card Deck: Spiral Tarot The Sun Card is reminding us to find our vitality and live in it. Your connection to the universe is infinite, bright and brings light to the world. Without the Sun, life would not be on earth. So in a sense the Sun is our life force. Brilliant. Radiant. Sparkling. So many of our words reflect the power and glory of light. When we turn on the light in a room, we illuminate it so that all the dark corners are visible. When we turn on the light in our minds, we are enlightened. We see clearly and understand the truth. Both within and without, the energy of light expands our limits and makes us shine. Throughout history, people have honored the Sun as the source of light and warmth. In the myths of many cultures, the Sun is a prominent god - full of vigor and courage. He is the vital energy center that makes life on earth possible. In the tarot the Sun also symbolizes vitality and splendor. The Sun is definitely not a meek and retiring card. Keywords: Light, Enlightened, Greatness, Vitality, Assurance #tarot #tarotcard #psychic #thesun #sun #cardofthemoment #present #vitaloty #assuramce #positivevibes #energy https://www.instagram.com/p/BtdhPkwjae3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a7j5ez7r1dh4

[silmawensgarden]

XIX-THE SUN CH.9

CH.9 Bake me a heart of gold

Fëanorians x GN Modern Reader Sub pairing CH9: Caranthir x reader x Amrod

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People say that love goes through the stomach, and in a way it does. When we love someone we make them food and give them our peeled oranges. We want them to feel happy and be healthy.  Making something with your hands is and always has been a love language.

Especially for those with soft, ruddy and freckled faces.

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(Y/N POV)

Many people have head canons about Caranthir enjoying baking. Including me. And I’m hell bent on finding out today. The weather forecast said that today would be a rainy and cool day. So it won’t be excruciating to stand in the kitchen baking things.

I’m thinking about baking something with cherries and chocolate. The cherry harvest has been fantastic lately so there’s plenty to eat and work with. I wonder if Caranthir also likes cherries? Maybe something with coffee….  Now that I think about it, I should invite Amrod as well. He’s been quiet for a while. Perhaps more than usual.  

I’ve been sitting in a daze on the couch for quite some time now. The rain on the windows and rooftop isn’t helping with keeping me awake. Instead it’s lulling me to sleep. I decide to force myself to get up despite the onsetting sleepiness. I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to get to know them better.

I walk towards the kitchen to prep the ingredients. Cherries, dark cacao powder, sugar, butter , eggs etc. I’ve placed most things on the counter. Eggs and butter need to be room temperature to get the best results. Otherwise you’ll waste too much energy trying to force the ingredients together. Now all I need to do is get Caranthir and Amrod to agree with baking something together.  I walk off towards their rooms quickly. Excited about the prospect of being able to see Caranthir’s baking skills. If the head canons turn out to be true that is….

I knock on the door and open it slowly. Giving the elves enough time to acknowledge my presence. I find Caranthir working at his desk, he doesn’t look up when I enter. He only grunts and continues to scribble away at his notes. I get greeted by a warm smile from Curufin instead. He seems to have gotten more comfortable with me the past few days. I remember the first day we met crystal clear. We butt heads pretty fast. He tried to disassemble my grandfather’s antique clockworks. I would’ve been in some serious trouble if he had succeeded. I’m glad we seem to be roughly on the same page now.

Celegorm and I though…..I sometimes think that we aren’t even reading the same book, so no chance of being on the same page here. Not at all times though,  sometimes we actually seem to come to a natural understanding of each other. It surprises me how he is so gentle, with wildlife and others he cares for, it’s a stark contrast to the predominating  “Lúthien stealing and cocky snob” elf I perceived him as before.

My train of thought was soon enough lost on all the ways I connected to these elves. It made me feel warm inside. Not a moment later my attention was brought back to reality by an arguing Caranthir and Curufin. I entirely missed the point of their discussion. So I kind of just stood there like a piece of misplaced décor. I really should be asking Cara about whether or not he’d like to join me… otherwise the butter will end up melting before we even get to it… I thought to myself.

I muster up some courage before I decide to jump straight into the lion’s mouth.

“Caranthir? I was wondering if you’d maybe like to join me and maybe Amrod to bake something? I heard that you enjoy baking so I thought that we’d try something with cherries and chocolate.” I said.

He fell silent for a moment, pondering whether to join or not. “Will there be coffee involved?” he asked. His face seemed to dance right past the line of ‘either there be coffee or no me.’ Does he really like coffee that much….

“Ah, yes sure! We can add some into the baked goods or just have a cup on the side if you’d like.” I said, aware of the sheepish expression on my face. He nodded, seemingly content with the knowledge of getting a few cups of coffee out of it.

He turned back to his desk, cleaning off and putting away any papers he still had on his desk. Neatly stacking them in a drawer. He turned to Curufin saying something along the lines of ‘we’ll finish this discussion later’. I wasn’t paying much attention to things today. It must be something in the rain.

I smile at Curvo and excuse myself from their room, walking towards the twins’ bedroom. Hopeful to catch Amrod on time. Again knocking on the door to their room I wait for a ‘come in’.  Though as soon as I knocked Amras had opened the door.  “Hey y/n, what brings you here?” he asks. “I was looking for Amrod, I was hoping he’d join me and Caranthir for a bit of baking.”  told him, looking over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of his brother.  Amrod has not only been fairly quiet but also hasn’t left his shared room much at all as of late. It worried me a little.

Amras turned back towards his brother and talked to him for a bit about whether or not he felt up to it. Turning back to where I stood, Amras told me Amrod would join us in the kitchen in a little while. So I smiled and left for the kitchen. Hopefully the butter hasn’t gotten too soft yet…..

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When I arrived in the kitchen Caranthir was already there. He had his hair in a thick braid, no longer wearing the layers upon layers of coverings to hide his reddened skin. Instead favoring something lighter, still modest, but not as suffocating as what he wore when I asked him to come downstairs. He looked nice, it seemed to help him cool down as well.

“What are you waiting for? For the butter to finally melt so far it drips off the counter?” he bit at me. I notice a small smidge of blush on his face. He might’ve thought I was judging his skin…. He’s always been made fun of it by his brothers.  I avert my gaze towards the poor, nearly melted clump of butter on the counter.  I guess the rain doesn’t cool down enough for butter to stay solid.

“Ah…you’re right, we’d better hurry then! Would you mind mixing the sugar, eggs and butter together while I pit the cherries?” I laughed some, renewing my motivation to bake. Those cherries look so amazing, I can’t wait to eat them.  Caranthir grunted in reply and went on to combining some ingredients together quietly. A faint blush on his face that just wouldn’t leave.

I knew cherries stained but this was ridiculous. My hands looked like I spilled a litre of reddish purple ink all over my hands. Luckily I didn’t get any juice on my clothes. There’s no way I would’ve been able to get that out. My train of thought gets interrupted by a snort to my right. I turn to look and see Caranthir openly laughing at the “dyed” state of my hands. As if he could do it without creating any less messiness in the process. I give him a pointed look. He only smirks and continues combining the damned eggs with the rest of the equally damned butter-sugar mixture.

Whatever for was I feeling so salty? I have no idea. As if he were the very answer to my prayers, Amrod walked into the kitchen. Interrupting my séance of saltiness.

“I see you already started. Anything I could help with?” He said while staring at my hands with a strange look. As soon as it had passed through his eyes it had already disappeared. He turned his gaze away from my hands to look at anything other than the red stains which adorned them.

I asked him to heat up the oven. This turned out to be a challenge since he had no idea how ovens here work. After explaining how the oven worked he managed just fine. I mashed up the cherries into a jam like consistency and strained some of the juice into a cup to use in the cake.

Caranthir was eyeing the coffee machine for a while now. So I took that as a que for a coffee break. As soon as the three of us had settled for a moment it seemed that it wouldn’t be for long, Amrod had sneaked his hand into the bag of flour and kept it close to him as if he had nothing in his hand. Within seconds all hell broke loose. Amrod had thrown a generous helping of flour in Caranthir’s face, I wasn’t spared of his trickery either. This led to an all out flour war between the three of us. The whole kitchen was covered in a fine helping of flour within a few moments.

Caranthir’s face grew redder and redder with each second to pass by. He was no better than his youngest brother, fully engaging in the flour fight himself. At some point I had hidden under the kitchen table trying to catch a break from getting white pasty dust stuffed up my nose. This didn’t last long as Amrod had found me under the table and not so graciously dragged me by the ankle from under it as a ‘war-prisoner’.

At some point we finally stopped our flour-fight in favor of finishing the cake we were planning on baking. Each one of us having cherry juice smeared on their limbs and flour in our hair and clothes. At least we all had some form of a smile on our faces, having somewhat enjoyed pummelling each other with flour.

After a long time of prepping we finally got to sit down at the kitchen table. The rain was still pouring outside the window. Now that I’ve sat down I can actually feel the chill in the air from the cooling rain, even inside of the house. A cup of tea in front of all three, to warm us up a little. It’s an incredibly wet and cold day for summer. It feels more like autumn really. We sat in silence for a while, none of us sure of what to say or do to spark conversation. The silence between us was comfortable.

“Why did you invite us to come bake something with you?” Amrod’s question startled me from my daze. “Mostly because I heard about the both of you enjoying baking and doing things with your hands I suppose. No real rhyme or reason behind it other than this.” I said. I wasn’t aware of any ulterior motives of my own. The only idea that came to mind was wanting to spend time with them and not having a real excuse to do so. Even in my world they still seem to be busy with matters of their homeland. Either directly or indirectly. So I can’t just pop into their rooms to spend time with them whenever I wish to. It makes me a little sad.

“Say, have you ever wondered or known what your love languages are?” I asked, looking up at their confused faces I realize that might’ve been a strange thing to ask. Both were silent, I now feel stupid for even asking. I was about to open my mouth to backtrack but I get cut off by Amrod. “I think something that is predominantly a Fëanorian love language is making things by hand. All in our family do it to some extent. Curvo and Atar are most noticeable examples, since they craft for those they love.”  He smiled remembering his home and family life.

“ Not to forget Moryo, he bakes things frequently as a sign of care.” He added.  Caranthir scoffed and turned tomato red at his brother’s remark. He’s so emotionally constipated…… I thought while watching poor Moryo be teased by his younger brother. “Ah! I remember once when I was sick he spent hours in the kitchen concocting some soup and warm honey cake. He cares so much yet he only shows it through his hands. If he likes you enough that is.” Amrod laughed loudly about the steadily reddening face of his elder brother. What was once a tomato red was now a deep cherry red. I was tempted to hold my hand to his forehead to check for fever.  It couldn’t possibly be healthy to turn that shade of red.

Once again our sweet moment was interrupted by the oven alarm going off to signal the cake being ready. Caranthir was the first to storm off towards the oven. Helplessly trying to get it to shut up. I got up quickly to make sure my oven didn’t get the angry- Moryo treatment like the door to the bathroom had gotten a week ago. If you look closely you’ll see it has a slight dent in it now. Nothing serious, but still there. Caranthir had calmed down some as soon as I turned the alarm off. No longer as irritated by the incessant beeping.  

An hour had passed and the cake was finally put together. It was a bootleg black forest cake. With golden hearts and halved cherries on the tuffs of whipped cream. It looked lovely. We put it in the fridge to set until everyone could gather to enjoy it.

When I turned around to put my apron back I lost my footing, tripping over air like I’ve done many times before. Though this time I wasn’t met with the hard ground, but someone’s chest instead.

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Caranthir POV

I was going to walk off after cleaning the mess we made with the flour when I heard a yelp behind me. I turned around and saw y/n falling over, straight into my arms. Luckily I caught them in time. Otherwise they would’ve gotten hurt badly. I looked up to see Amrod’s worried face staring back at them and me. Y/n looked dishevelled, leaning against my chest. They were having trouble composing themselves it seemed. I don’t know what to do with the close proximity between us. I don’t want them to feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I’d want after all I’ve somehow come to feel for this Edain.

I let them rest against me for a few moments longer until they pull away themselves. Still holding them by their elbows. They seem to have come to their senses, suddenly their complexion looking a lot more akin to the one I see in the mirror everyday. The color blooming over their face like flowers in the morning sun. It makes me feel softer than I should have ever allowed myself to feel.

They lean further away from me, finally disconnecting at the elbow. I am suddenly aware of how cold the room is.

Was the room always this cold…..?

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Amrod POV

I saw y/n tripping over their feet straight into Moryo’s arms. They seemed to have twisted their ankle somehow. I’ll need to make them some ointment for that… I thought. They must be in pain. I’ll have to ask them if I can use some of the medicinal herbs from the garden for that. Seeing y/n so close to him makes me feel a strange type of unease in my fëa. Something has woken inside me. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I should be happy that Moryo caught them on time……right…?

[macropics]

#XIX #thesun

[gryflette-tarot-blog]

Happy Saint Patrick's day! Card of the day: The Sun. The Sun is a card of bright happiness, representing success, health and prosperity. A better portent for a night of debauchery could not be found. * * * #tarot #tarotreadersofinstagram #tarotreading #cardoftheday #dailyreading #dailytarot #thesun #xix

[elgallinero]

#0 #theMoon #tarot #XVIII #18; #1 #theSun #XIX #19 #steeleyDan #goucho #heyNineteen #noWeCantDanceTogether #noWeCantTalkAtAll #domenica #16april2017 #easter #pasqua #pascua #wordOfTheDay #wordAday #vocabularyBldg #towerOfBabel #linguaFranca #bridgeLanguage #commonLanguage #tradeLanguage #vehicularLanguage (at Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan)

[primitiveprimeblog]

RHYME + DIVINATION: PRESSURE POINTS

10/SWORDS + XXI/THEWORLD + KNAVE/WANDS

The World is Yours but its not Yours, its a locked door thru an encore of betrayal, seduction compunction to block force, its ten swords to the back when you drop form. When you want more but experience lonesome in wilderness morphing appearances, its so often the cost of agreeing with change when it comes it'll keep you pinned.

0/THEFOOL + XIX/THESUN + 9/CHALICES

But you can feel the Sun, you can see the light, like a rumor for your vision when you lose the night to win over Day would you choose to fight + toast nine cups to the moon up high, nine cups, nine cats and they supervise; nine loves, nine laps, tho you're crucified; stay true, stay new, stay neutralized, then rise like the diamond from the truth inside.

FULL READING: 

10/Swords and 21/TheWorld, to me are the two most dramatic cards of this spread. The fact they were pulled side by side, makes me feel they are in direct opposition. Its the promise of all the competence, mastery, and elevation that comes with 21/TheWorld but only after the betrayal, loss, and hardship of 10/Swords. 

This is why I find Knave/Wands + 0/TheFool so significant as both have been cited to have similar qualities of renewal and being supportive of change, yet both inexperienced and likely to eventually face the defeat of 10/Swords. The difference however, is 0/TheFool, while innocent to experience, is pure and at the beginning of a new journey, symbolizing an open mind and zero perspective, while Knave/Wands has some experience but not enough, inspires change, novel creativity + new paths of thought but lacks knowledge/wisdom to materialize these things into action. 

21/TheWorld + 0/TheFool are also similar in that both represent a new journey but the former has the accumulated wealth of the previously traveled path, including all its wisdom. Losing it all when starting the next stage of life turns 21/TheWorld into 0/TheFool. Again, it seems the loss is necessary for the transition. 

19/TheSun confirms for me, the positivity in direction. 9/Chalices as well. Both prospective cards, the latter emphasizing the balance between conscious and subconscious; the former with a focus on purity of heart and faith/confidence rather than control. Purity seems to play a major role in this spread. Likely the key to elevate from the 10/Swords. In that transition from 21/TheWord to 0/TheFool, there was a minimizing of possessions, a decrease in inventory to assist in faster, further independent movement. Purity of intention and identity will determine, (if you allow it) what is essential to carry with you. Perhaps this practice begins after defeat, while studying all the lessons you've thus learned closely and analyzing which could've helped you further and which steered you wrong. Who do you wish to become from this point on?

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