Elrond

Happy Valentines Day!

The gates are open, yet you know you are watched as you walk in.

Surely that is the sound of a bustling marketplace around the bend? But no, you reach the square and its empty of life. The stalls are open, but none sell food.

You take a wooden knickknack from one stall. As you walk away you feel— thiefthiefshameguiltyguiltyTHIEF

You double back and leave a coin. The pressure fades.

On the counter of the inn is a mug of fresh beer, waiting for you. You leave a coin. No, two coins. This was generous.

You sit at an empty table and do not feel alone. You can almost hear the bawdy singing and smell the roasting pork.

The ale tastes like the farm in the dells where you danced with your husband in the wheat fields and kissed him below the endless stars and the bedroom where you promised your eternal soul to his and the floorboards he cut himself you buried his empty shell under and the green door you closed behind you for the last time as you set out for something new and the eastward breeze that sometimes carries his voice out of the Uttermost West and the answers you’ll never give him

You were never married. You’re not thirsty anymore.

As you lie down in an empty room, nothing wishes you peaceful dreams.

You wake up. The bed is a mound of dirt, The inn is dust. The marketplace is stones and overgrowth. The gate is closed. The walls about it are gone.

two heroes second to none in the high-spirited songs of Doriath:

Mablung of the King’s guard and marchwarden Beleg Strongbow

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Something along the lines of this:

Finrod: "I would rather be mauled by wolves than study for that exam."

Turgon: "I would rather be crushed by a tower than pull another allnighter."

Maedhros: "I would rather hang from a cliff for 30 years than ask him out."

Aredhel: Calm your tits, Turvo. I’m more likely to die of a vending machine or a poisoned javelin than from [insert outdoor activity here].

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"Of course I would. The Binders torment me less."

Ingoldo Findarato

tolkien writing men: this is Berengorn he's a nobleman with a fancy sword and he looks just like an elf and he was raised by elves and he marries an elf

tolkien writing dwarves: this is Durin XVI Ironking he forged a billion legendary swords