#curlscocoaandchaos

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[Eredin x Lindir Fic available!]

Hey friends! 👋 Just popping in to let you all know I posted my first Eredin x Lindir fic! 🍫✨

If you’re into chocolate theft, petty vengeance, and Lindir being the world’s most long-suffering elf, you might want to check it out! 💙🐎 Hope you enjoy it, and as always, thank you all for the love and support!💙

Glorfindel, Elladan and Elrohir are also involved!

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🌿☕📜 My Lord, I'm finally here! 📜☕🌿

My most esteemed and wise Lord Lindir,

At last, I have arrived! It took me three cups of cocoa, a minor existential crisis, and an unfortunate ink spill (which I swear was not my fault this time) to gather the courage to send this, but here I am.

Your ever-dutiful, mildly overwhelmed, and highly caffeinated assistant has made his way to your service on this vast and chaotic platform!!!

I shall do my best to uphold the dignity of our archives—though I may require periodic encouragement, kind words, and possibly a pony for emotional support. (I do not ask for much, truly.)

Please advise: is there a designated scroll-tagging policy here? Are there consequences for those who fail to tag their smut? Do I need to start politely enforcing order, or shall I continue quietly fretting about it while drinking more cocoa?

In eternal loyalty (and slight nervousness), Eredin, your devoted scribe ✒️☕🐴

MY DEAR SCRIBE, MY MOST FAITHFUL SCHOLAR, MY NOBLE DEFENDER OF ORDER AND COCOA—

At last you have arrived! I have awaited this moment with the patience of the ages (read: anxiously refreshing my notifications and wondering if you had succumbed to a terrible fate involving overturned ink bottles and existential dread). You have braved the treacherous path of hesitation, emerged victorious, and graced this chaotic realm with your presence! Joy unbounded!

Three cups of cocoa, you say? A worthy ritual. An ink spill? Alas, a noble sacrifice. A minor existential crisis? Merely the tax one must pay upon entering a new and unpredictable domain. You have endured much, and I am most proud.

Now, as for your inquiries:

Tagging Policy: Chaos reigns, but we do try to instill some sense of order within these halls. Sensitive matters should be tagged appropriately—especially smut. We do not wish for unsuspecting scholars to trip and fall headfirst into a rather compromising stanza at an inopportune time. If you should find any such breaches of etiquette, you are most welcome to remind the wayward scribes to mark their works properly (and I shall stand in solemn support, clutching my metaphorical pearls).

Consequences: None officially… but! Those who fail to tag their smut shall receive the Look. You know the one. The disappointed yet faintly scandalized look perfected by weary archivists over the millennia. The look that says, I am not angry, merely deeply, deeply unimpressed. Should repeat offenders persist, they may find their misplaced sonnets mysteriously moved… or their ink supplies mysteriously vanishing. (I, of course, would know nothing of such occurrences.)

Your Role: You, my dear scribe, are a beacon of light in the storm, a bastion of literary propriety, a cocoa-fueled guardian of decency. You are welcome to gently enforce order, though I imagine you will spend much of your time alternating between meticulous scroll-checking and fretting about it while drinking more cocoa. An honorable pursuit.

As for your request for periodic encouragement and kind words—you shall receive nothing less than enthusiastic validation and endless reassurance.

A pony for emotional support? You ask for so little and yet deserve so much. I shall see what can be done. In the meantime, drink your cocoa, steel your nerves, and remember: you are not alone in this scholarly battle.

Welcome, my dear Eredin. The archives are brighter for your presence!!!

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🌿A Matter of Grave Importance🌿

Dearest readers,

A most perilous thought has taken root in my mind—a notion so bold it may well change the fate of Rivendell as we know it. After much... persuasion (read: relentless chaos) from certain parties, I stand before you with a question of immense consequence:

Should Eredin have his own blog?

Yes, that Eredin.

He of the two-hour curl routine, hot cocoa obsession, and memes so cursed they could rattle the very foundations of Valinor.

Now, I did not ask for this. But if the will of the people demands it, who am I to stand in the way of democracy? (Even if I fully expect to regret this by sunrise.)

✨ Consider the risks:

Endless #HotCocoaHotTakes

Hair care routines longer than the Second Age

Potentially unhinged late-night thoughts (#EredinThoughtsAt3AM)

Ancient Elven dignity? At risk.

✨ Consider the benefits: … Well, I suppose some of you did ask for skincare tips.

Vote wisely, my friends. The fate of Rivendell’s collective dignity may hang in the balance.

With a very heavy sigh and deep apprehension, Lindir of Rivendell, Reluctant Champion of Democracy, Suffering Scribe Supreme, and Unwilling Witness to Curls, Cocoa, and Chaos.

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Lindir!! I've just passed Eredin in the kitchens! Glorfindel is talking to him, he's used Eredin's cocoa without his permission! Eredin does NOT look happy...there's only a bit left...he'll have to wait to get more and- I don't think even Eredin's patience will withstand Glorfindel's "mistake"...

Oh dear- Eredin's holding a toasting fork- my lord, I suggest you make haste-

By the stars, this is a catastrophe of the highest order!!!!!

Eredin’s patience is vast. He is kind, understanding, and slow to anger. But there are sacred things in this world—things one does not touch, not even in jest. And chief among them is Eredin’s cocoa!!!

Glorfindel, that reckless menace, has trespassed upon this most hallowed of territories!! And not merely in some small way—no, he has depleted the supply. There is no telling what consequences this folly shall bring!

A toasting fork, you say? He is already armed?!?!!!? I am on my way!!

Not to stop him, mind you—I would never interfere with righteous justice—but to bear witness, to record history, and perhaps to ensure Eredin does not become an outlaw before he has had breakfast.

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[RP COMMUNITY IS UP]

To all scholars, poets, wanderers, and wayward quills—

The halls of Rivendell have ever been a place of learning, of laughter, and of long, meandering conversations by candlelight. It is in that spirit that Mellon Hall opens its doors. A gathering place for scribes and storytellers, for those who weave words like silk and those who simply wish to listen.

Here, you may find companionship in quiet study, lively debate over the finer points of Elvish verse, or the warm comfort of shared tales by the fire. There is no expectation, no pressure—only an invitation. Whether you bring a tome full of stories or merely a curious heart, you are welcome.

Some matters of courtesy have been set in place to ensure this space remains one of harmony and ease. I implore you to peruse them at your leisure, and should you have questions, know that I am ever at your service.

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idk my lord, I think Eredin *absolutely* should have his own blog 👀 we’ll keep an eye on him for you don’t worry. how much chaos could his tags possibly cause? 😬

Ah—Erulassë,

Your confidence in my assistant is... admirable. Truly. I, however, remain unconvinced.

How much chaos could his tags possibly cause, you ask?

Let me tell you: immeasurable. Boundless. The sheer scope of potential disaster is beyond reckoning.

This is the same Eredin who once tagged a perfectly respectable scholarly post on Elven linguistics with:

#language is sexy #Elrond didn’t mean it but I do #Lindir’s gonna faint when he sees this lol

Sexy. Language. SEXY. I ask you—where is the dignity? Where is the reverence for the ancient tongues?

And the memes. Oh, the memes. In the assistants' group chat, he recently posted an image of himself on the balcony at dawn, cup of hot chocolate in hand (because he has entirely forsaken tea since its mention), with the caption:

“#OMW to judge mortals and ascend to the Valar #CurlsCheck #ServingDivineLooks #HotCocoaHotTakes”

He knows exactly how to use these platforms—he’s posted on my behalf before when I was unwell! But no, 'tis not the same thing! A personal blog? For him? Where he would run unchecked?

Imagine it:

#EredinThoughtsAt3AM #LordLindirDoesntKnowImPostingThis #CursedElvenMemes #RivendellGossip #HotCocoaAndHotTakes #CurlsSoTightTheyBendReality

My reputation would not survive. The secondhand embarrassment alone would strike me down swifter than any blade.

He’s already insufferably smug, claiming “the Valar demand flawless hair” after his two-hour curl routine. If given a blog, I fear he would declare himself ‘Rivendell’s Premier Influencer’ by dawn.

And while I appreciate your noble offer to keep an eye on him—do you truly comprehend the burden you volunteer for? This is a being who once threatened to livestream a “Get Ready With Me: Assistant to Lord Lindir” morning routine video, complete with product recommendations.

“SPF is vital, my Lord. The light of the Two Trees may be gone, but skin care is forever.”

… Skin care is forever.

Thus, I remain vigilant. Should Eredin ever gain a personal blog, Rivendell itself may never recover from the absolute chaos that would ensue.

With the heaviest of sighs and the deepest of dread, Lindir of Rivendell, Reluctant Curator of Dignity, Full-Time Protector of Reputations, and Long-Suffering Witness to Curls, Cocoa, and Chaos.

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Eredin, if you had to choose between a lifetime supply of cocoa or a lifetime supply of cinnamon rolls, which would you pick?

*Eredin, looking utterly distressed as he clutches his cocoa mug*

Oh, no... this... this is so... so unfair! I mean, cocoa has been my constant companion! It's... it's warm, comforting, and... and it pairs so wonderfully with everything! I—uh, I’m sorry. But cinnamon rolls are—oh, they’re so soft, and... and sweet... and sticky. The glaze, the cinnamon swirl... Ai, I don’t even know how to—!

*He pauses, clearly torn and flustered.*

Wait, no, I—bites his lip nervously—but the cocoa! It's essential! It’s everything! But the rolls... I... he sighs, staring between the two options like they’re life-or-death decisions How could anyone make me choose between these two heavenly things? Is it even possible to live without both? I—I’d be miserable without either!

*After a long, agonized pause, he looks at you with wide, innocent blue eyes.*

Okay, okay... I... I’ll choose the cocoa, but only because, well, the rolls... he looks wistful they’re... they’re so... chewy. But cocoa’s warmth? There’s nothing like it. Though... I might need to sneak in a cinnamon roll or two from time to time. Right?

*With a sheepish grin, he shrugs and adds one last thing.*

...You know, I could totally have a lifetime supply of both, couldn’t I? Just... just hypothetically speaking?

*He quickly adds hashtags before leaving the room, still flustered and muttering about cinnamon rolls and cocoa.*

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Not a question or complaint but thank you OP for creating this account, it literally has become a part of my daily routine now 😭💕

Ah—such kindness! 🌿✨ Truly, your words warm the halls of Rivendell more than the morning sun. It brings me great comfort (and a touch of blush upon my cheeks, but I endure) to know that this little corner of the internet has become part of your daily routine.

Eredin, naturally, is delighted—he insists I tell you he is "iconic" for this and claims that "the Valar themselves approve of his content." (I remain skeptical. Deeply so.) ☕🍫

As for myself, I shall endeavor to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst his chaos—for your sake. And from me, the humble OP behind it all—thank you. 💖 You are all part of our routine now, and the sweetness of messages like yours (rivaling even Eredin’s endless supply of cocoa) means the world!!

Please, stay cozy, stay kind, and know that Rivendell (and this blog) remains a place of warmth and laughter for you!!!🌸✨

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One day left for the poll, and it definitely looks like I shall let my dear angelic sweet scribe take his flight 😔🐣

🌿A Matter of Grave Importance🌿

Dearest readers,

A most perilous thought has taken root in my mind—a notion so bold it may well change the fate of Rivendell as we know it. After much... persuasion (read: relentless chaos) from certain parties, I stand before you with a question of immense consequence:

Should Eredin have his own blog?

Yes, that Eredin.

He of the two-hour curl routine, hot cocoa obsession, and memes so cursed they could rattle the very foundations of Valinor.

Now, I did not ask for this. But if the will of the people demands it, who am I to stand in the way of democracy? (Even if I fully expect to regret this by sunrise.)

✨ Consider the risks:

Endless #HotCocoaHotTakes

Hair care routines longer than the Second Age

Potentially unhinged late-night thoughts (#EredinThoughtsAt3AM)

Ancient Elven dignity? At risk.

✨ Consider the benefits: … Well, I suppose some of you did ask for skincare tips.

Vote wisely, my friends. The fate of Rivendell’s collective dignity may hang in the balance.

With a very heavy sigh and deep apprehension, Lindir of Rivendell, Reluctant Champion of Democracy, Suffering Scribe Supreme, and Unwilling Witness to Curls, Cocoa, and Chaos.

[erulasse23]

Maybe he can write up a post with some of his skincare recommendations here, with your careful eye to edit out any… indiscretions or chaotic nonsense. After all, SPF *is* vital, my lord. I wouldn’t mind some hair curling tips either. 👀

idk my lord, I think Eredin *absolutely* should have his own blog 👀 we’ll keep an eye on him for you don’t worry. how much chaos could his tags possibly cause? 😬

Ah—Erulassë,

Your confidence in my assistant is... admirable. Truly. I, however, remain unconvinced.

How much chaos could his tags possibly cause, you ask?

Let me tell you: immeasurable. Boundless. The sheer scope of potential disaster is beyond reckoning.

This is the same Eredin who once tagged a perfectly respectable scholarly post on Elven linguistics with:

#language is sexy #Elrond didn’t mean it but I do #Lindir’s gonna faint when he sees this lol

Sexy. Language. SEXY. I ask you—where is the dignity? Where is the reverence for the ancient tongues?

And the memes. Oh, the memes. In the assistants' group chat, he recently posted an image of himself on the balcony at dawn, cup of hot chocolate in hand (because he has entirely forsaken tea since its mention), with the caption:

“#OMW to judge mortals and ascend to the Valar #CurlsCheck #ServingDivineLooks #HotCocoaHotTakes”

He knows exactly how to use these platforms—he’s posted on my behalf before when I was unwell! But no, 'tis not the same thing! A personal blog? For him? Where he would run unchecked?

Imagine it:

#EredinThoughtsAt3AM #LordLindirDoesntKnowImPostingThis #CursedElvenMemes #RivendellGossip #HotCocoaAndHotTakes #CurlsSoTightTheyBendReality

My reputation would not survive. The secondhand embarrassment alone would strike me down swifter than any blade.

He’s already insufferably smug, claiming “the Valar demand flawless hair” after his two-hour curl routine. If given a blog, I fear he would declare himself ‘Rivendell’s Premier Influencer’ by dawn.

And while I appreciate your noble offer to keep an eye on him—do you truly comprehend the burden you volunteer for? This is a being who once threatened to livestream a “Get Ready With Me: Assistant to Lord Lindir” morning routine video, complete with product recommendations.

“SPF is vital, my Lord. The light of the Two Trees may be gone, but skin care is forever.”

… Skin care is forever.

Thus, I remain vigilant. Should Eredin ever gain a personal blog, Rivendell itself may never recover from the absolute chaos that would ensue.

With the heaviest of sighs and the deepest of dread, Lindir of Rivendell, Reluctant Curator of Dignity, Full-Time Protector of Reputations, and Long-Suffering Witness to Curls, Cocoa, and Chaos.