#maaiar

[naeberries]

   @maaiar​ said:  ❝ as I am now, I am well on the way of becoming one of the wolves. ❞

 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍,   this   churning   feeling   settling   like   snow   so   that   even   the   heart   grows   numb.   where   do   you   go,   lady   of   stars,   when   even   your   light   cannot   pierce   the   umbra   ??   when   heavenly   silver-cast   glow   grows   dim   and   weak,   and   hiemal   stupor   settles   in,   and   not   even   the   bone   armour   of   your   not   quite   body   can   hold   the   cold   at   bay.         [...]         she   feels   his   words   like   arrowheads   piercing   through   her   chest,   and   the   tragedy   is   thus   :   she   would   have   fed   him   on   her   marrow   if   it   would   have   aided   to   stave   off   the   hunger.   howling   creature   that   he   is,   in   love   with   the   moon,   her   hands   are   too   little   to   encompass   his   desire   and   hold   it   safe.   even   from   himself.

 and   so   she   mourns   already   for   what   is   to   come.   and   so   she   turns   into   grief,   into   anguish,   into   loss.   on   instinct,   she   reaches   for   him,   trembling   fingers   cool   against   the   furnace   of   his   cheeks,   though   she   feels   not   the   burn,   and   her   tears   are   no   morning   dew   nor   spring   rain   when   they   fall.         ❝   you   will   break   my   heart,   mairon.   i   can   feel   it.   ❞         crossed   lovers,   doomed   to   heartbreak,   she   had   known   then   as   she   knows   now   that   loving   him   would   be   her   ruin.   still   she   presses   forth,   lets   his   shadow   wrap   around   her   like   in   an   embrace,   grits   her   teeth   against   the   truth.         ❝   and   i   am   going   to   let   you.   ❞

[mannimarko]

@maaiar​ tolled the dead:     '    not once did i say it was.     '

                                          poetry sentences.

          not once did the seas reign,   not once did the mountains whisper,   and not once did the dead rise again.   those are the spoken truth among mortals and what they say is law.   yet they’ve forsaken the rightful rule of nature.   we conquer,   they say,   and we will best what can not be bested.   for the sea they make boats and sail on the waves,   for the mountains they dig cavities into the sides till the earth aches,   and the dead   —   the dead,   six feet under,   left to rot rather than perfect the soil.

mannimarco is a man who takes and perfects and thus bodies will never rest forever.   he takes and takes and the soil will bend and turn;   like flowers they’ll rise,   beautiful and in bloom.

he laughs,   a reverberating thing.   in the deep cavernous expanse it echoes and is then swallowed,   so far beneath the earth,   so deep within its hurt,   that the abyss takes all sound after a second or two.

(   i could raise you an army.   the bones of the first age have not sunk yet.   is it hesitation that holds you back,   my lord mairon ?   —   not once did i say it was.   )

“     yet you did not deny my claim,    ”     mannimarco responds,   doesn’t relent,   carefully leaning down to look over his   ‘ lord’s ’   shoulder.   there is a great darkness swelling before them,   of long past days and coming times,   and in the middle blazes a fiery eye that sees everything and watches all.   were mannimarco a foolish man he would have been tempted to reach out.   but he is not.   he knows not to play with fire.

“     i am not wrong,     ”     a hand places itself on mairon’s shoulder,   the gauntlet on it wicked and sharp,   black as the night.   mannimarco slowly drums his fingers,   one - two - three - four,   one - two - three - four,   in a rhythm akin to a heart beat.   it’s uncanny,   it’s unnerving,   but perhaps not to a lord of darkness and a king of worms.     “     but i am not right.   so tell me,   my liege,   where i went wrong with my assumption.     ”

mannimarco doesn’t ask it like a question.   he asks it as his role as mairon’s unhallowed advisor requires;   like a short command to make the dark lord sauron speak his honest mind.

[aldereign]

     “ what has happened can never be undone ”.          @maaiar​

SHE   IS   ANGER  PERSONIFIED.      a  figure  of   a   rebellion   drawn  out,  standing  before  an  enemy.   she  is  relentless,   for   peace.   for  her  people.   leia  hears  his  words  but  nearly  spits  back  in  anger.   [  she  will  convince  him  that   it’s   not  this  way.   she  wil  undo  it   with  her  bare  ends  if  she  has  to.  ]   she   steps  back  from  the  scene  in  front  of  her,  thoughts   racing.   there  can  be  a  way  to  undo  this.   there  has  to  be.

❛   you’re   wrong.   ❜         her  voice  comes  out  more  like  a  whisper,  a  falter.   any  guise  of  strength  or  any  indication  of  power  is  drowned  in  her  chest.   she  has  nothing  she  can  say.   powerless,  even  the  princess   admits  the  defeat  in  this  situation.   there  is  only   little  she  can  think  of   to  get  out  from  this.   [   they  will  win.   they  will  undo  such   evil.   ]   the  moniker  of  the  rebellion  is  to  stand  up  against   moments  like  this.   to  be  able  to  look  in  the  face  of    the  other   and  realize  that  they  can  prevail.   leia  raises  an  eyebrow,  remembering  her  nature.    remembering  who  she  is.    ❛   i  know  that  we  can  fix  this.   it’s  not   too   late.    ❜  

[elvcnson]

merlin starters | accepting

@maaiar​ said:  ' are you not fond of old crypts? '

‘ I BELIEVE THERE ARE SOME PLACES THE LIVING SHOULD NOT ENTER,  save for the most dire of times. ’

  Limbs and muscles hold tense beneath fabric and armor. An ANXIETY in the lines of a jaw and the straightness of s t a n c e. Despite the careful control of features. The weight of duel blades pressing between shoulders and against spine is a comfort. Fractional folly though it is. Yet Greenleaf longed for the feeling of his fingers stroking light along SOFT feathered ends of sharpened arrows. A symmetry there within that was not lost on the elven princeling. Longed too did he, for the fallen bow to be held firm in opposite hand. Held by fingers imbued with the deceptive STRENGTH of his kin.  It would only take but a b r e a t h  for the ellon to arc it upward. To pull taught it’s great string.

 A welcomed song it would be, the WHISTLING of arrow and tail through air.

        ‘ Let the dead keep what is theirs...and leave their rest to be undisturbed.’

[thuringwethl]

woof woof

screech.

[ikarae]

𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗔 , 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗔  /  𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 , 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘥 & 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 . how holy can they remain with those ivory wings died in crimson horror ?? once , he might have asked HIM . now he , quiet as nothing , haunted him more in his absence than his presence . before this war , he was meant to be the angel of mercy , powerful in his abstinence of cruelty . now they called him “ vengeance “ , “ envious “ , “ death “ . before the fallen choirs , he would arm himself in such labels . before himself , he naught but banished them . 

deep orbs fixed on the strange spirit before him . where he was the ocean , this one was volcanic . he did not fear . even in this state , he was a soldier . a warrior who knew not of willing surrender . despite all these fight - filled thoughts , he would rather learn of this being than vanquish it so abruptly. so , he would play naïve , pretend he knew not of the fact that this creature was not mortal in nature . a cold expression masked his features .

“ 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺 . 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴 , 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ?? “ / @maaiar​

[elerondo]

for @maaiar

Elrond had already sensed something amiss before he entered the gates of Eregion with his platoon. It was not dread that filled him when Annatar came into his sight, but great and fiery anger ; the sort that reminded all who looked upon him whose son he really was. ❝We had rejected you, and you come hither! LET ME FIGHT YOU IN OPEN BATTLE. And if you shall fall beneath my feet, you must depart Eregion immediately!❞ Even if Gil-galad did not wish to exact the rule of the crown here, Elrond would in his stead, with or without leave.

[hcndmaid]

incoming  from  @maaiar​ :   ❝ Surrender. ❞

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐎  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;  ⠀a  smudge  of  nothing  on  the  grand  canvas,⠀ staring  awe  struck  at  angels ⠀( an  angel ? ⠀certainly  not  a  man.⠀ she  could  not  imagine  he  ever  mewled  as  a  babe  or  wove  lovers  knots  from  grass  at  the  dawn  of  youth. )⠀ a  pledge, ⠀a  righteous  banner, ⠀plates  that  curved  to  shield  brittle  bones  &  sinew⠀ ————⠀ did  it  matter  to  star  stuff ? ⠀nimble  fingers  curled   RESOLUTE   around  sword  hilts,⠀ faithful  and  singing  at  her  side.⠀ steel  was  a  true  companion  to  man. ⠀true  as  breath,⠀ for  all  longed  for  valiant  last  draws. ⠀𝚝𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ;   shrouded. ⠀a  small  army  at  a  glance, ⠀but  disappearing  without  glory  or  land, ⠀wealth.⠀ just  for  love, ⠀ the  other  terrible  lance  poised  to  strike  her  and  mortality  down.

❝ what  then ? ❞⠀   her  nonchalance  was  crafted, ⠀melded  for  moments  such  as  these  when  shadows  of  forever  passed  over  her  blade, ⠀her  body. ⠀  𝚘𝚏   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍, ⠀ clashing  swords  gave  little  time  for  tastes  of  heaven’s  creatures⠀ ————⠀ but   never   did  her  gaze  falter. ⠀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 !⠀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ! ⠀❝ shall  i  entertain  the  request  for  a  few  more  breaths ?⠀ the  marred  hope  you  would   actually accept   my  surrender ?⠀ what  would  be  my  reward ? ❞ ⠀  it  did  not  matter, ⠀but  sabé  lived  to  dance.

transmission   encrypted :⠀  the princess  bride  starters  /  accepting !

[naeberries]

                    @maaiar​ said: ' you have always known we wouldn't last. '

 𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   ━━━   she   knows.   she's   known   since   the   beginning,   maybe   ;   seen   the   way   the   fractures   in   him   would   only   grow   with   time,   until   the   splinters   turn   into   cracks   turn   into   chasms   turn   into   the   maw   of   a   ferocious   beast,   slobbering   and   sharp-toothed.   that   she'd   be   plunging   right   in,   height   be   damned,   and   maybe   not   survive   the   consequences.   but   there   is   another   truth.   everything   she   has,   everything   she   is,   all   that   her   temple   body   has   to   offer,   it   is   for   others.   she   bleeds   on   the   ground   to   make   flowers   grow.   she   breaks   her   back   to   move   the   mountains.   but   her   heart   ...   her   heart   is   her   own.   and   she   had   wanted   this   one   act   of   selfishness.

 ❝   yes,   ❞         she   tells   him,   open   as   ever.   even   now,   even   like   this,   she   will   bear   no   falsehood   between   them.   he   is   formidable   in   his   terrifying   beauty,   bright   like   fire   and   just   as   deadly.   the   shadow   around   her   dims   her   light,   feeds   on   all   that   she   is,   but   she   will   not   let   it   bring   her   to   her   knees.   he   could   have   done   it,   once   upon   a   time,   with   but   a   word.   she   stands   tall   now,   reaches   to   trace   the   knife   edge   of   his   cheekbone,   expects   to   bleed   but   doesn't.

 other   hand   juts   forward,   too   fast   and   hurried,   brings   his   to   her   throat.   he   cannot   kill   her,   not   in   all   the   ways   that   do   not   count,   but   he   does.   he   did.   still   she   smiles,   cutting   and   perilous,   and   thinks   maybe   it's   killing   him   too,   this   poison   spreading   between   them.         ❝   i   did.   i   do.   i   still   loved   you.   ❞

[mannimarko]

𝑸:    𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙳𝙾  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙾  𝙱𝙴  𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 ?     

                                             𝑨:    recklessly,   like a horse running as fast as he can.

you've been told that the way you love can never last,   and that heartbreak is inevitable.  but you don't want to love carefully.   you want to love with reckless abandon.   you want to love with everything you have,   and you want to be loved the same way.   you don't want them to worry about tomorrow.   make today worth living for.  

tagged:   @bladewarde​

tagging:  @maaiar​,   @malefacere​,   @babalyn​,   and @bloodyd​

[elvcnson]

@maaiar liked for a starter

    THE AIR CLINGS INDESCRIBABLY. Oppressive not just with hostility of climate, but with something else entirely. Something DARKER. Something immemorial.....so ancient that every breath found within it’s domain becomes heavy with it. INESCAPABLE. The stench of Mordor unbearable in it’s cloying. A wrapping darkness. Violence on invisible winds. He feels it so. The ellon unable to find even faux assurances in the pressure that came of quiver or sword at his back now they had been stripped away like the peeling of a precious armor. Legolas finding solace only in the knowledge that the rest of his party had evaded this fate. Though perhaps such ESCAPISM should be cause for concern......the attack had been too coordinate to be considered coincidence. Nor, he feared, would he himself have been kept so strictly with heart still beating if it had been such simplistic happenstance.

            The TREPIDATION has the world tilt within him. 

Dried blood sullies an elven brow - whether orc or his own, he cannot recall. But only now does it feel so acutely intolerable, caked where it dripped from brow to CHEEKBONE . Chilled, unforgiving roughness at a back, abrasive as Legolas rights more fully. Tears nipped into clothing. Shackles around WILLOWY wrists offering an audible metallic  s c r a p e.  His voice feels restricted when it comes to hail his guards, wondering mutely if it truly sounded so, or if it were purely a fiction of surroundings.   ‘ Why have you brought me here, filth? ’

[hyrullee]

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[naeberries]

mini   tag   drop

*.★.｡ ❝  he was something solid to lean against - violent and fierce and unmoving  ❞  ›  vaderari​.  *.★.｡ ❝  we are deep in a dark wood. i warm you with my blood  ❞  ›  re ‚ vaderari. *.★.｡ ❝  kill your kings. march into their white sacred places and burn them  ❞  ›  maaiar. *.★.｡ ❝  all our ballads are doused in agony; the edges of tempests meet and the chorus melts  ❞  ›  re ‚ maaiar. *.★.｡ ❝  why do you fear becoming a river. what mountain gave you such shame.  ❞  ›  buir. *.★.｡ ❝  something in you echoes the sound of the sea; i am so very good at drowning  ❞  ›  re ‚ buir.

[thuringwethl]

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