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Here is Turin Turambar

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"Yes. Trees like blood." He'd heard of particularly hungry willow that once tried to swallow up weary travellers. "Best not to displease it."

"It's the perk of being the one holding the jar." He screwed the lid back on and wiped his fingers on the bark. He patted the tree.

"Thank you very much."

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"There." he gestured to a dark patch of earth, obvious to those who knew to look. The box buried underneath had a wealth of supplies for the warden caught off guard.

"Give me some of the bark to chew on. It'll ease the pain."

Hel meekly lifted an arm and let it linger in the air a moment before waving him off. "I only count debts of money, Beleg." She laughed breathily and lifted her head to him. Her smile was tired but still sincere, "This is the least friends should do."

She seemed to recover quickly and crawled on her hands and knees closer to the tree. "Where is it?" the Valië asked as she looked about the foliage at the base of the tree.

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"Yes. You looked like your day needed brightening."

Beleg had an armful of flowers, fresh from the his morning walk, and he wanted to spread the joy he felt at the sight of them.

"Would you prefer a different one?"

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

Erestor paused and looked around before raising a questioning brow at Beleg. He was still unused to being approached by the Sindar, although he’d done his best to be cordial while representing Turgon and Vinyamar.

“Is that… for me? Or…”

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Beleg Strongbow 🍂

Obsessed with this guy.

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".... alright." He could hardly disagree. The head was already in their house. But the second it started doing anything weird, Beleg was banishing it to the garden at best.

"I didn't make any promises."

"Midsummer, no later. After that I'm sending it back, ready or not." That was him being generous with his timeline. Nyk sniffed, unimpressed with the whole affair. "Be a shame if something happened to it before then, but I promised to behave."

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Beleg took her hand and pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt from his hands and his hair from his face.

"I think I can say you won that one." Fear not, he would get her next time. Or the next; the challenge was what made it exciting.

Swinging one leg over him and rolling off his back, Hel was all smiles as she offered him her hands to help him up.

"I suppose I can allow you that one kindness," she laughed back. All the bite and challenge had worn away in the wind of their fall. She had caught him, as far as she was concerned. Their game over. All that was left now was to gloat and laugh and enjoy this beautiful afternoon.

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(heirtothefirelord) A great storm had sent the ship careening wildly off course. The Prince had never cared for inclement weather, but this was something else. It was like a storm had been sent from the spirit world. When the clouds cleared, the stars were strange, and when land was sighted none of their maps could say where exactly they were. Perhaps some small, insignificant earth kingdom village. Regardless, it would have supplies that were now much needed. The small steamer pulled up on the beach and Zuko disembarked first, looking around for movement.

There had been an almighty storm the day before, and Beleg had left the forests to see if anything interesting had been washed up - treasure, cool rocks, fishes. Well, that, and Melian had seemed quite insistent he go.

He saw movement on the sand, and hurried along to see if someone needed help.

“Hello there!”

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"No doubt." Mablung agreed, with a surge of pity for Húrin, and for his children. Morgoth had twisted their fates endlessly. But it was true; he could have far more dangerous agents, willing or not, among them.

"The Girdle keeps out most," he reassured her, "and you will not be alone. The city and forests are always well watched these days."

Hel inhaled noticeably, shifting back but not letting go of his fingers.

This was a conversation she'd agonized over for some time. To tell him or not? To change it or not? It was not her place. But it was her most desperate wish. To convince Elu to stay his men and avoid this trap. The one she had known and not divulged the entire time she had known them all.

The conflict was clear in her expression. Fear and hope and guilt and shame. Hel didn't know what to say. Or which to listen to; Her heart, her head or the other Valar.

Lowering her eyes to their hands, Hel sighed softly and took a moment to bolster her courage before she decidedly lied through her teeth, "I am afraid to stay here alone. Húrin's heart was opened by Melian but I fear that he was the least of Melkor's nefarious plots. "

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"I could hang it in my bedroom." Or was it weird to have a picture of himself hanging on the wall? Maybe Tyelko could keep it, and look at it when he missed Beleg.

"You could ask them! I am sure the King will appreciate the gesture."

“Of course I do. An eye for detail is necessary for the hunt.” However, from the looks of it, his eye for detail seemed to focus on the wrong details. Still, he must admit he was quite proud of the painting, even if Beleg’s breasts were depicted as gratuitously larger than they were in person. “Oh, do you think Mablung would like it? Maybe he’ll let me paint him. Or even King Thingol! Surely he’d appreciate such artistic talent.”

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DUCKWORTH

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

No, he's a very good boy. Though I think it more just not being inclined to things elves consider criminal than any respect for law. He has his own moral code.

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"Yes," His voice lingered softly on the word a moment. Finest raiment in the world indeed. So very fair were the Children of Eru's thought; elves were beautiful, but the aura of the ainur was something more than just beauty. It was divinity.

"You chose well. Your face is just... so yours, as if you were born to it as I was mine."

"I cannot imagine you otherwise." Mablung tried to picture it; hair dark like his own, or pale like Thingol's. But in his mind's eye he could only see her as she was.

"Was it hard to choose your own face? I cannot imagine having to decide such fundamental things about myself."

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"Damn the jewel." he wiped a trail of blood from his face, stumbling to his feet. He did not yet feel himself, but he did not want to wait when so many were in danger.

"Damn the wretched thing. We must secure the city. The Girdle is gone. Everyone is in danger."

"Not all."

Her arms held him tightly, soothing back his hair as the battle raged on around them. All that protected them was a thin veil of magic, enough to ward away direct threats as Mablung regained himself.

"You still have me and we have Luthien and Beren still. We can still reclaim the jewel for them."

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"Aside from finish me off?" Beleg commented dryly, "I will manage. I just need to rest. That is all I can do."

"The whole world thinks you're dead, isn't that great?"

"I think you and I might have different definitions of great."

Beleg groaned and tried to roll onto his side, only to wince and lie back. Everything hurt.

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"Persistent too." Beleg agreed, his smile soft as the morning sun. In his mind, she was brave, to suffer such slow torment. It was not a battlefield, but it was its own trial, and Finduilas faced it boldly.

"Good idea," On horseback, they could cover more ground. Beleg would not be relaxed until they were within the Girdle; the thought of Finduilas having to return after being so close to freedom dismayed him. "Make sure they are well rested. It is a long ride in the dark."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. You are one of the most courageous people I know."

How she had held together under such circumstances, here, where grief and stress seemed to seek her like a moth sought a flame. In Doriath, he hoped she would be safer from grief.

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"Things about holes?" he leaned forward to look at the creature, curious. A pity about his leg. He could hardly play the proper host from his sickbed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Rune. Did you see any of the holes yourself?"

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“They’re mushrooms.” Past their prime, too. What was Beleg going to do, fight a cluster of elderly fungi? Not if Nyk had anything to say about it. He wasn’t foraging for the poisonous sort anyway. A reproachful glance betrayed that the topic had changed unawares, Beleg’s posture and focus fixed elsewhere.

He followed the elf’s gaze, and saw…something, little more than a flitting movement. Beleg’s keen senses had bested him again.

“What is it?”

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Beleg relaxed in the grass and closed his eyes, relieved to feeling the morning sun on his face.

He surrendered his spirit to Mandos at last, much to the misfortune of said keeper of the dead.

The morning was cool, the sun trickling down through the clouds and the birds softly whistling. Beleg chose a patch of soft grass to settle down on.

"Stay here."