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[thegreatstrongbow]

The party were being watched.

They had just crossed the fords of Isen, vulnerable in the open plains of the Gap of Rohan. Of course they came this way; there were three noble she-elves among the party, the orc captain noted, instead of the one they had been expecting. Which did the Master want, a junior orc asked, and they captain rolled his eyes.

“You have much to learn, Yargol. When in doubt, go above and beyond the master’s command.”

And they descended on the party.

The elves were unprepared, these lands under the protection of the White Wizard, and therefore supposed to be safe. Their mistake.

“Take the she-elves. Kill the rest.”

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[silvercrowned]

A little Elven baby toddled around the bushes of the Children's Gardens of Imladris, dark eyes huge and doll clutched reassuringly to herself as she took in the sights. Cuilpantiel was only very young, barely a toddler by human reckoning, and naturally timid. The world and the noisier, more energetic children happily screeching and playing in the central, main areas of the Gardens was overwhelming and frightening still.

Her Nana had set her loose to wander and play for a while in the Gardens, trying to encourage some independent (and very carefully safe) exploration while she herself took the opportunity to relax for a few minutes. Bellethiel had watched her daughter totter off curiously towards another cluster of toddlers, and assured of her daughter's safety and that everyone watched everyone's children in the Gardens, sat back in the shade to enjoy her book.

Eventually the little girl's wandering took her to a quieter end of the Gardens, and her eyes were soon caught by some brightly-coloured roses. She knew what those were, her doll was Lady Merilwen and she was the best.

These roses were so soft, and smelled so nice! She followed the bushes excitedly, a delighted little giggle bubbling out as she saw red, white, yellow, colours she didn't know, all the colours!

She rounded a corner and instantly stopped short, surprised by the strange adult there. She was turned away, doing something with the roses.

But her hair was so pretty! Shiny and a colour she didn't know the name of yet, the same colour as the shiny things her Nana and Ada wore.

Still, she hung back, shy but obviously enraptured by the strange elleth's hair.

Celebrían enjoyed sitting in the children’s garden. She loved elflings, and enjoyed watching them play. When the children’s garden had first opened, she hoped that it would quell her desire of another child - but it had the opposite effect.

She had chosen today to tend to her roses that grew in the back part of the garden. To Elrond’s eternal amusement, she always insisted on tending to the roses herself.

Celebrían heard laughter nearby, and smiled at the sound. It came closer, until it stopped. Feeling eyes on her, she turned.

“Hello there, little one.” She smiled at the elfling, and offered her a rose.

[maironsbigboobs]

GET CRABBED

Woe! Crabs be upon me

[earendilionimladris]

To Elrond - an illuminated manuscript of silvan linguistics

(@silvercrowned)

Elrond opened the cover to the first illuminated letter, quickly recognising Cuilpantiel’s art style. He huffed, amused. Who else would have such ready access to manuals of Silvan linguistics but a scribe regularly going to the Greenwood? No doubt, Celebrían had funded the materials and perhaps part of the labour, while Cuilpantiel had done the copying and art.

[pxnxply]

"I'm sorry." Ídheglil said to Éowyn, her face twisted in unhappiness and discomfort, as she fiddled - needlessly - with her knife and quiver-belt.

And so the lords had willed, and so it would be done. Ídheglil had demanded to be put to use rather than sent to hide, as Aragorn's initial stress-induced protectiveness wanted at first. Her cumulative decades in the training yard had been deemed only slightly less valuable than her centuries in the Halls of Healing and apothecary workrooms, and the bitter compromise between the competing needs had been to order her to heal while bearing arms and borrowed mail; to be ready to step outside and hold back an onslaught at a moment's notice.

It went without saying that she would have had to carry a blade regardless, if only to end the suffering of those who couldn't be saved without drawing too much on her strength - or to kill her patients or herself before they could be captured.

She barely wanted to carry a blade at all.

But she knew that strategically, the choice to put a blade in the scholar's hands and keep it from the shieldmaiden's made sense. One was a daughter of civil service, another one of the remaining heirs of a king. Ídheglil was worthless symbolically and in leading; Éowyn was too valuable alive as a leader.

"... at least I could get the lords to call some of the women to arms," Ídheglil said weakly, looking away.

Just not you.

(For Éowyn - remember that thing we discussed about PanBel being on the Fellowship, and Aragorn trying to get Pan to hide during the Battle of Helm's Deep?)

“They would have us die here in the dark, as though we are not called to valour as they are.”

The walls of Helm’s Deep were thick, but their enemy was a wizard, and no walls would hold against the might of magic. Her bitterness ran deeper than the roots of the rock. Éowyn clasped her hand on her sword-hilt under her cloak. She would not be unarmed when the armies of the Enemy came, no matter what her uncle decreed.

It wasn’t fair: this elf woman seemed half as strong as her, a scholar, a healer. She would have been allowed to fight, and not Éowyn, a shield-maiden and daughter of warriors?

And these women here, washerwomen and farmers and homesteader’s: did they not have the same strength of the men of Rohan? Only the elderly and the children need remain, in her eyes. Why waste a single sword arm?

“It matters not what you say. My king has issued his command and I will not disobey.”

This time.

[driftinglightofthewoods]

No but I just:

Ghost Pan: okay so since the blood on the wall didn't work I'm now making it ooze green.

Miston: oh hey its a weed wall lmao

Pan:

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[pcsitivibee]

positivity for cuilpantielthesleepyscribe : @cuilpantielthesleepyscribe is such an amazing writer. She has such a depth of knowledge of both canon and history and an incredible attention to detail that makes everything she writes feel so realistic. Her writing always invokes so much emotion. I love writing with her.

[kingsxjewel]

What Flower are You?

Rose

You are a hopeless romantic, driven by your heart in everything you do. You likely love classic movies or music, and find inspiration in poetry and lyrics. You dream of living within a story, day dreaming of soulmates and fate. The mom friend, you are a Type A planner who probably has a bit of anxiety. A bit of a night owl, you have always been fascinated with exploring old European cities and imagining the stories that have lived within their streets. You prefer the city over the country, and try to see the best in people. But you have built up your walls high, you do not trust easily. Don't forget to step down from your day dreams and let people prove you wrong my love, it's okay to shed your thorns and let others enjoy your scent

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Tagging: @brianna--writes​ @tofeelthecold​ @storminmywake​ and anyone else who wants too!

[simsfromthepast]

Hi! Do you have any mid/late Victorian men's suits CCs that you like?

Hi! I don’t have too many men’s clothes reblogged, but I think the tailcoat here could work for 1850s or Victorian formal:  https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/186212397686/out-of-fashion-a-historic-set-of-clothes

This one would work for 1890s -1920s:   https://simsfromthepast.tumblr.com/post/188031396410/linzlu-mr-green-suit-with-tie-28-swatches

This one is also works 1890s-1920s ish: https://linzlu.tumblr.com/post/181345799490/day-23-timely-overcoat-this-is-my-first-ts3

[lordofthegoldenflower]

HAP BIRTH

Thank you

[alyafae-a]

As much as she loved her home, the beautiful woodland, she couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling of joy whenever she had the chance of leaving. A change in her usual routine. Sometimes, she felt as if this was what she was supposed to do. But part of her would always be pulled back, unwilling to be free to her heart’s desires.

These realms were not unfamiliar. Rhawnáre knew them by heart, not as well as her home but well enough. Without much effort, her feet carried her to a more secluded area, not wishing to be around the others of her company. However, it seemed she couldn’t avoid everyone just yet. A smile on her lips, the dark haired elleth moved through the garden that reminded her of home. Unwilling to focus on the not all too unfamiliar elleth, Rhawnáre decided to admire the view.  ❝ I hear you are the new Scribe. An interesting choice, I must admit. ❞

a starter for the lovely pan ( @cuilpantielthesleepyscribe )

[thegreatstrongbow]

Smash or pass: Amarie

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

Beleg: "Smash. She's pretty."

Mablung: "Hm. Smash, I think."

[silvercrowned]

"Auntie!"

With an excited shriek-giggle, Cuilpantiel toddled up to Celebrían as fast as her chubby legs would carry her, almost falling in her excitement before catching herself on Celebrían's skirts. She lifted her arms up in the universal sign of babies wanting up - and in Cuilpantiel's case, hugged too, for good measure.

Celebrían laughed, and scooped the baby up. “Did you escape from your father’s apprentice again?” She booped the child’s nose, and rested her comfortably on her hip. Still smiling, she glanced behind her at Elrond, and couldn’t help the pang of sadness she felt when she noticed the distrust, and - was that fear? - in Elronds eyes.

She cleared the throat and turned back to Pan. “Do you think I have any candy in my pockets today?”

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[thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil]

cuilpantielthesleepyscribe replied to your post: Flower language experts of Tumblr

A Google search suggests Chrysanthemum, Bird of Paradise, and Daffodils for optimism/anticipation?

OPTIMISM why didn’t I think of that?? Thanks!

[beyondxarda-moved]

"Where the everlasting fuck is my kit?" Cuilpantiel grumbled, looking around as she wandered the halls. It was late in the evening. A few hours earlier, she'd gotten distracted after writing a letter for someone, left her writing kit in a random spot, and promptly forgotten about it until she went back to her room and realised it was missing. (for Hithlos)

“Oof- Language!” Hithlos playfully reprimanded, overhearing the elleth’s frustration as he cleaned the floors. He’d recently started his shift, and truthfully, was slightly buzzed from a bit of merrymaking before he began his work.

“I’m guessing you’ve lost something?”

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[pxnxply]

character association | Done for Eowyn

bold what applies. italicize what applies only in certain scenarios.

╳ FLAWS.

moody. short - tempered. emotionally unstable. whiny. controlling. conceited. possessive. paranoid. lies. impatient. cowardly. bitter. selfish. power - hungry. greedy. lazy. judgemental. forgetful. impulsive. spiteful. stubborn. sadistic. petty. unlucky. absent - minded. abusive. addict. aggressive. childish. callous. clingy. delusional. cocky. competitive. corrupt. cynical. cruel. depressed. deranged. egotistical. envious. insecure. insensitive. lustful. delinquent. guilt complex. reclusive. reckless. nervous. oversensitive.

♔ STRENGTHS.

honest. trustworthy. thoughtful. caring. brave. patient. selfless. ambitious. tolerant. lucky. intelligent. confident. focused. humble. generous. merciful. observant. wise. clever. charming. cheerful. optimistic. decisive. adaptive. calm. protective. proud. diligent. considerate. compassionate. good sportsmanship. friendly. empathetic. passionate. reliable. resourceful. sensible. sincere. witty. funny.

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art. acting. astronomy. animals. archery. sports. beach combing. belly dancing. bird watching. blacksmithing. boating. calligraphy. camping. candle making. casino gambling. ceramics. racing. chess. music. cooking. crochet. weaving. exercise. sword. fishing. gardening. ghost hunting. ice skating. magic. engineering. building. inventing. leather working. martial arts. meditation. origami. parkour. people watching. swimming. puppetry. pyrotechnics. quilting. reading. collecting. shopping. socializing. storytelling. writing. traveling. exotic dancing. minor / major potion tricks and trinkets.

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