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*** MOVED TO: GALLANTIC !!

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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. 

Thank you for all the wondrous journeys, my friends, but it’s time to let this old boy rest. 

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

( You can find me HERE )

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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. 

Thank you for all the wondrous journeys, my friends, but it’s time to let this old boy rest. 

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

( You can find me HERE )

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❛ if we must die, we’ll die. but… we’ll stay free. ❜

. @maethorcaun .

       The exile King’s gaze is hard to read this night; his weight is leaned hard upon the parapet to the keep, calloused palms gripped tight against stone so old and ancient that even the pitted scars of past wars are worn smooth. 

       His cloak stirs ‘round his ankles, and he HEARS his friend speak but does not look his way. ❝ There are worse fates than death, ❞ he says, low, but it doesn’t sound like disagreement. The words come soft, low, not meant to carry beyond their ears. ❝ But I fear them not. It is not our death that the morning will bring. ❞ A glance finally follows, and though he does not smile, the look in his eye is not unkind, and nor is it angry — but it IS resolute. ❝ These men have more fight in them than you credit them for. ❞ 

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steve.

          it’s strange. he stands, hands buried in his pockets, viewing the skyline with a man from a distant, seemingly ancient time, standing at his side. one that came with elves and dwarves and other fairytale beings steve had only ever read about; but, very little  surprised  him anymore. when he woke, it was like being shot into a brand new  WORLD.  this ?  was nothing special compared to it. and, just like this new era, some things he could understand, though it was dressed in a different skin…

          ❝ — i think i am. ❞  he exhales, a sigh escaping him. he doesn’t want to  ADMIT  it. but the electricity about them ?  something  was coming. it was another battle in a war steve would never stop fighting; one after the other, all the same, just  another  evil wearing a new face. he inhales, sharply, and lifts his chin up, letting the statement hang between them.

          ❝ they said something about you. you’re a king, right ?  do you have a kingdom you have to get back to ?  ❞

       STORMCLOUD GAZE shifts sidelong to steve, and it’s quiet and knowing. oh, that look is one that he has worn many a time in his life, and it’s something he knows well. there is a profound disturbance in that gaze, though, and though he’s holding himself well — he knows NOT what to think of this world. it’s full of noise and light and smells most foul, and what little nature he has seen has been clustered in small patches of chaos. 

        the query earns the briefest of smiles, there and gone. it’s not bitter, but it’s not a happy thing, either.  ❛ they like to talk, ❜ says he, with quiet emphasis on the last word, and there’s a quiet exasperation somewhere under the words.  ❛ i am, yes. aragorn, son of arathorn, elessar telcontar, heir of isildur son of elendil, king of the reunited kingdom. and yes, i do very much have a kingdom i should return to, and swiftly. ❜ his mouth thins.  

        ❛ somehow i do not think this to be an easy task. ❜

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. @shieldvigil . cont. 

      THESE LANDS are strange, and he does not like them; oh, he is still so on edge, this Ranger, this man of the Wilds. STILL, he finds familiarity in this man ( despite the oddities of his clothes and the manner of speech that is familiar and yet so strange. 

       A wry smile comes, swift and not dismissive, but blue-grey eyes hold weary acknowledgment. ❛ —— as are you. and yes: i believe we do. ❜ He looks back out the the window to the stretch of light and city below, eyes still filled with baffled and worried wondering. He does not like this at ALL.  ❛ It sounds as though you are facing a dire war, captain. ❜

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TEMPORARY HIATUS

I’m not going anywhere permanently. However, I just have a lot of muse for my other blog right now, and most of my attention is over there, especially with the ramp-up into Endgame. 

For now, find me OVER HERE. Crossovers are welcome. I’m happy to RP with folks over there! 

I will be back. 

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TEMPORARY HIATUS

I’m not going anywhere permanently. However, I just have a lot of muse for my other blog right now, and most of my attention is over there, especially with the ramp-up into Endgame. 

For now, find me OVER HERE. Crossovers are welcome. I’m happy to RP with folks over there! 

I will be back. 

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*:･ﾟ✧  for such is the way of it — to  find   and  lose,  as it seems to those whose boat is on the  running stream.

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eldarion.

        That puts him at ease. His father’s answer appears to nurture no regret or other bitterness and that comforts him, indeed. It would seem there is no deprivation of freedom to speak of and thus no such deprivation to fear. Eldarion feels rather inane for having done so just then, but he decides against dwelling on it and only nods instead. He will consider it a lesson learned — and assume more are yet to come as they remain only amongst themselves for the next day or two.

        Between unlatching satchels from the saddle, Eldarion catches the bow tossed his way. No sooner does he reach for the quiver suspended from the saddle still.  ❛  Yes, let us do that. I hope my hope for some game will not prove idle, either …  ❜  With this he pairs an almost boyish grin; he is only partially joking. Should a deer or even a hare cross their paths by chance, he would not be above overcoming the pity he would feel to ease his appetite.

        He always did underestimate just what a day’s ride asks of his body.  ❛  Let me take point this time, father,  ❜  he leads nonetheless, strapping the quiver to his back.  ❛  I am no longer the bumbling boy you last went on an expedition with!  ❜

         A keen eye watches for Eldarion’s response, and he is happy with it. His son is certainly maturing, and it pleases him to see. Far and long ago are those days when he had to watch over his son’s every move; he is quickly paving his own path, and he could not be more proud. 

         ❝ I am certain we will find something, ❞ he chuckles, and he straightens himself, slinging the hunting bow over one shoulder and the quiver over another. Long ago, he had hunted with arrows he had crafted himself, made of rough-crafted arrows and raven feathers. These days, the arrows are fine and white-fletched, tipped with fine steel. 

         He starts to take the lead without thought — but those words cause him pause. A look is given back towards his son, and he doesn’t have to consider the request for long.  ❝ Go ahead, ❞ says he, gesturing for him to move on in front. He offers no further advice, but his eye stays peeled at least. 

         The woods quickly grow thick and dark, but there are signs of wildlife abound. It is not difficult to pick up signs of their passing, but there are no immediate animals in sight; if there are any, they are in hiding, but that’s no so uncommon at this time. The most concerning thing, perhaps, is the way that as they walk further and further, it soon becomes keenly apparent that the wood is too silent; even the birds are deadly silent.

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The Lord of the Rings + hands

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lord of the rings meme: eight quotes [4/8] → “All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. “

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@oneringnet favorite relationship event: Arwen x Aragorn

“Frodo halted for a moment, looking back. Elrond was in his high chair and the fire was on his face like summer-light upon the trees. Near him sat the Lady Arwen. To his surprise Frodo saw that Aragorn stood beside her; his dark cloak was thrown back, and he seemed to be clad in elven-mail, and a star shone on his breast. They spoke together, and suddenly it seemed to Frodo that Arwen turned towards him, and the light of her eyes fell on him from afar and pierced his heart.”

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Scenery in The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

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i wish it need not have happened in my time

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tauriel.

INTRIGUE    strikes her  ,  a single brow raising to show her sudden interest  .  ❝     aragorn…    ???     ❞  his name falls from tongue like a    whispered secret    .  testing it upon her own memory until it clicks  .  for she may be considered young for an elf…  yet  ,  she was not    UNKNOWING    of his name  .

❝     ———    i apologize…     ❞  to be    STRUCK    into a sudden stupor was not like an elf  ,  but she quickly composes herself  .  head dipping towards the man in a formal greeting  .  ❝     i am tauriel  ;  and you are correct  ,  i am…  simply visiting    .     ❞  there was no need to delve into her backstory  ,  not when his was    far more    INTERESTING    and her inquiring mind sought answers  .  ❝     you spoke of teachers…    from here    ,  rivendell    ???     ❞

           He looks softly amused, but it is a subtle thing.  ❝ There is naught to apologize for. ❞ His name, kept in secret for so long, has spread quickly — particularly among those who have long known the tales of the failings of his ancestors. 

            As her name is offered, he rests knuckles to chest and bows his head in a polite greeting. ❝ Mae govannen, Tauriel. ❞ His Sindarin is quiet and flawless, and he accepts her explanation without question.  ❝ Many, indeed. I grew up here, for a time. The people here are not unlike kin to me. ❞