#laethir

[eterunameo]

@laethir || Starter Call

Praetor of Law Hér Nelyafinwë Maitimo kept very large and ornate chambers within Tirion’s houses of parliament for his work. A great deal of it’s furnishings were gifts from his family, the large centre table in particular had been a family effort after he had mentioned a need for such a thing in passing. The desk he sat at right now had been a more personal search, but he had still enlisted his father’s aide in it so that it might fit all the many treatises he was wont to pour over, as he was doing right now. 

Or at least feigning too.

This gift of a gully that Telvo was worrying into his office floor with his pacing feet was new, and perhaps not as welcome as the others had been. Upon hearing a knock at his door Maitimo had assumed his littlest brother would find his voice eventually to relay what was so obviously troubling him. But after a drawn out silence of him pretending to read and Telvo pretending to look at his books, he decided a push was needed. 

“You cannot hover about me forever little hummingbird.” Maitimo rasps a sigh in his brassy but fond tone, snapping his book shut with a sense of finality. “Come, what can I do for you?”

[warriorswithin]

              laethir said: ❛ Put me down you fool ! ❜ —elurin to maglor. babie is MAD!!!!

       it was with a RARE genuine smile adorning his lips that maglor stopped spinning for a moment, whilst he carried elurín in his back. he had almost forgotten of his wish to have children of his own with his beloved wife that stayed behind in valinor with mother, almost forgot how the utter joy of a child’s voice brought him such peace. even if these were dire circumstances, maglor could not help himself to feel responsible for the twins –––––––– after all, maedhros did found them but he seemed to want distance from the both of them. therefore, the second son of fëanor stepped forward and took that responsibility. 

       after hearing elurín’s voice demanding to put him down, maglor simply glanced upwards his shoulder, the smile growing into a bigger one and it almost HURT is jawline to smile. how long had it been since he felt at peace with himself? how long since this last gesture? he did not place elurín down at that very moment, yet, he went for another spin as a laugh was released and after that he ended up placing him down in front of his feet, hands securing his shoulders to remain certain he wouldn’t fall and harm himself. 

      ❝ alright, alright. ❞ he still spoke with jest, truly, he was enjoying this feeling. ❝ i hope you are not foo DIZZY to walk now. ❞

@laethir​ giving me papa maglor FEELS.        ( meme / accepting. ) 

[kyelek]

@laethir​​​: “How did this happen?” — elurin injuredy/injury starters | accepting

     Pride and temper; those are not healing salves, not even gentle on bruise or cut. And even so, Celegorm feels not himself heal like once, the scars borne out of Menegroth yet seem to reach deep. The weather upon Himring bites at a new gash as though it still has purchase in those ones. 

Yet he hunts. The hounds he keeps—ever—scent other blood and never go to their master’s wounds; they let Elurín look on from the hall.

All Celegorm’s arrows are made to maim and kill, at worst even cut the huntsman they serve. “It was an accident.” His answer’s as distant as he sits.

[eldatarin-blog]

@laethir​​ said: 🛌 — lalwen & nolvo

     “𝕴 don’t want it now.” That broth scalded his lips and surely his tongue too, if Ñolofinwë had let it. He does everything he can to make Lalwendë keep it in her hands, open-palmed stays her from bringing the spoon back to him. “I can still eat if I want to.” A hurt leg didn’t make him lose strength.

But it does pinch his mood. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know it’s too salty.” Yet, as well, surrender makes him lean back into the cushions — and he won’t send his sister away. He can vent to her. “Father is hosting a delegation and I can not go.”

bed rest | accepting

[adamantiiine-a]

* ✧ ∗ @laethir​​ liked for a starter with eluréd !

They wake to the sound of screaming and the coppery scent of blood and death in their nostrils. It takes several moments before Eluréd realizes that these sensations are merely the product of haunting memories and nightmares. Their gaze falls upon their brother as they attempt to quell the paralyzing fear that has once more gripped them. 

They are safe. Both of them. They are no longer in danger of death at the hands of the terrible Kinslayers. 

Eluréd takes a deep, shaky breath and gets up, quietly slipping outside and tilting their face upward toward the skies. The light of the stars filters down from cloudless skies and offers a certain measure of comfort.

[loyalservants]

@laethir:

Who said you have to be Yuri P?

[jihoney]

meme  /   accepting  /  @laethir           [ 📱 — sms ] i might have made a mistake. —wei wuxian

[ ↳ 📱 — xian ah ]   yeah? just one? [ ↳ 📱 — xian ah ]   tell me what u need [ ↳ 📱 — xian ah ]   and if tian needs to hit someone

[xueyaang]

"Can’t believe you’re still alive. Just my luck." wwx dfFJDGKLDFG

If he looked exhausted and possessed just as he vanished in a whirl of blue flames long ago, then Xue Yang now looked like death rejected him: his complexion was ashen and his body was gaunt and trembling. In his right hand was a stick as tall as he was, and he leaned heavily upon it like it was the only thing holding him upright. He had no left arm - the sleeve of his robes were tucked inside the clothing so that there was no dangling, loose fabric. He appears unarmed, as he always did. A sour, thin smile curls at his lips in a ghost of the vibrant grins he once had.

“With your prior history of kicking the bucket, I can’t believe you haven’t died again. What luck!” Even his sarcasm is thin and small, and the pretense fell away to reveal his exhaustion as he begins to make his way past Wei Wuxian. “Let me go this time, won’t you?” 

[sorrowssinger]

//A list of Gondolindrim that I know about, feel free to add more if you know about them.

@valiantvirtue -> Ecthelion, Aredhel, Maeglin, & Glorfindel

@demonsofwrath -> Rog

@sharpglance -> Maeglin

@goldenglorfindel -> Glorfindel

@lordofthegoldenflower -> Glorfindel

@laethir -> Duilin

@malkuvoitenoldoran -> Turgon

@loyalservants -> Maeglin

@silverwingsandoceanthings -> Idril & Tuor

@the-neverending-errand -> Earendil

@feralandfair -> Maeglin (Also Eol if I remember right)

[warriorswithin]

                       laethir said:  ❛ This is not happening. ❜ —thran to maemae

      the news traveled fast and when word came that beren and lúthien were dead, the light of a silmarill could be seen shining in the woods of doriath once more it was celegorm that riled his brothers up to prepare an attack. even if maedhros had seen his fair share of death, blood, anguish and pain he knew their oath required them to at least be there during the KINSLAYINGS. he also knew it was inevitable to try to change their brothers minds when tyelko was already getting cheered on by the others ( not the twins, they never seemed to want to be a part of it either. ) 

       the oath was a curse, whether they saw it that way or did not, there was no turning back until it was fulfilled lest they would endure an eternal darkness. no rest for their souls when they time would come, sooner than expected per times, maedhros throught to himself. none of it was to be enjoyed, all the slaying, the oath causing the heaviest of responsibilities in their shoulders and what remained of their souls. after so much death and screams of pain whilst being slain, maedhros took as CAPTIVE the only one that seemed to have been spared by his siblings. 

       ❝ this is happening, ❞ he contradicted the words of the silver haired elf. ❝ all we wish to know is where the silmarill rests, than perhaps you shall live longer given that you provide us with that information. ❞ his sword remained sheathed, for it has had it’s fair share of spilled blood this day, yet his glance was as SHARP. ❝ where is the silmaril that belongs, rightfully, to us? speak. now. ❞ 

        @laethir​​  ( meme / accepting. )

[kyelek]

@laethir / Elurìn, x

     Ungently he led. Had Elurìn the power to resist him at all Tyelkormo’s strength would still break his arm, and he would cry and cry more still. He felt and was relentless. He had tasted blood again, both of foes and of his own on the quest for his father’s creation, and he had come so close– So Close! It drove him mad!

He stopped not nearly so much as he swung the boy forward and let him stumble, but not out of his grasp, and bent his neck to him rashly. ❛ Run! Run along faster or I will leave you to whatever things still crawl in these parts! ❜ So he had done with Eluréd, leaving just one of them behind and believing that his threat was mightier if it already stood true.

[eldatarin-blog]

@laethir​ for Faeveren

     𝕸ore than just remnant of the bright shine of High-king Ñolofinwë’s is in his eyes. His mother-name betrays gracefully its source, and he seems a kind young lord. Yet but a lord and but young, and so his father’s crown has passed him over for a time. 

Círdan need not tell him to help with the hurt that have come; just shortly they’d been many and had themselves fled from the Falas. The port upon Balar is barely that. As well, not yet is he as firm as a king would need be—but as gentle as he should and might. “Lady,” he has dressed some of her wounds, “you should take some food so long as you are awake. It would help your strength.”

[adamantiiine-a]

. ⁎﹡*✧ @laethir sent : “Looking for trouble, are we?” —Walmë to Mírissë

. ⁎﹡*✧ late night wanderings starters ;; ACCEPTING ! + oc appreciation hours

❝ Looking for you, actually. ❞

Her tone is crisp, cool, and less friendly than it usually would be when greeting another of her order. Eyes narrow, and slender fingers brush the hilt of one of her daggers. Briefly, reassuringly. She hopes that she need not fight.  ❝ Though, all things considered, you have caused a good deal of trouble lately. So perhaps I am looking for trouble. ❞

[loyalservants]

❛ you won’t last long. ❜ —Legolas to Aragorn

( Miscellaneous prollyfromamemebutiforgot | @laethir )

                                  ARAGORN panted as Legolas pressed his wound, earning a  GROAN  from his lips, hands leaving his hand as he grabbed the Sindarin Elf’s wrist, he looked at him and he was  FAIR  despite the muck over his face. The Dúnedain looked through his lashes, his breathing  LABOURED  and  HEAVY .   ❝ I will be fine even without you for a moment by my side. I shall be well, go… go and find help. I know not if Gimlí would awaken but I will keep him company. ❞

[warriorswithin]

MAGLOR TAG DROP ! ( props to @laethir​ for helping me with the gorg fc !! ) 

[kyelek]

@laethir said: ♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes — rin nonsexual acts of intimacy | not accepting

   “It’s too big on you.” Comes from without the chamber. But disapproval only rings for the shoulder seam that comes too low, doesn’t sit. Celegorm has the finer clothes, yes, and yet he is a little confounded.

Yet, he comes in. Not in the years of the Eldar is Elurín full grown, neither in mind nor body, and Celegorm as well too little understands. “See,” He takes the robe by the shawl, pulls it up and even pulls it tighter. Then, still, his mind seems to change from what it had been. “If you can fit you may have it.”