𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖊

Humming softly to some tune she made up, fingers dancing through his curls. . . Such a simple gesture, but it brought her such joy. He could relax, let his weight rest somwhere else for a moment, and she could enjoy the intimacy of his trust in her. It was a precious gift which never failed to make her heart flutter, as did his eyes as they gazed upon her, along with his smiles and his words.

" Good, I try quite hard you know. " she said softly with a fond chuckle, leaning low and wrapping a curl around her finger. " That is the goal. After all what can one give the elf who willingly bears the weight of the world upon his lovely shoulders, if not moments of peace. " she lifted their joined hands to kiss his knuckles and happily placed them back upon his chest.

And yet her heart refused to settle, and her smile did not fade as she traced his forehead and his brow with the lightest of touches. " and as for your shadows, I am happy to be of service. You've banished mine you know, for if i were to compare us, I think you shine much brighter. Sunlight in summer, soft breeze through the trees, willows by the river that sort of thing. " she whispered the words like an artist with a brush, hoping to paint an accurate portrait of him for his own eyes to see. " But perhaps I am Tilion? For shadows are greatest in the night, and you do traverse quite a lot of night."

"It   is   a   privilege   to   have   such   weight   upon   me.   I   do   it   with   delight."   Elrond   said   with   a   smile   gracing   upon   the   curve   of   his   lips.   He   does   keep   a   lot   in   his   books   and   in   his   mind,   troubles   beyond   the   years   they   have,   a   pit   upon   his   stomach   that   tells   him   that   his   intuition   is   not   wrong.   He   wants   elf-kind   to   be   safe   and   to   be   saved,   both   difficult   tasks   in   their   times.   "You   speak   of   me   as   if   I   was   poetry.   I   can   assure   you,   I   am   not.   But   less   cannot   be   said   about   you."   He   could   make   songs   out   of   her   beauty,   one   that   she   holds   not   just   in   her   heart   but   as   the   basis   of   her   entire   being.   Celebrian   was   radiant,   more   so   because   of   her   kind   and   compassionate   heart.   He   had   been   blessed   to   be   allowed   to   have   her   heart.

  "Mine   are   those   shared   with   Men.   For   I   will   always   be   Peredhel   for   many.   But   I   do   think   that   heart   must   be   treasured.   I   have   faith   in   some   of   them."   They   do   falter.   "After   all,   Elros   created   an   entire   civilization."   Numenor   was   the   lasting   memory   of   his   brother's   realm.   He   chose   mortality   and   a   long   happy   life   and   then,   to   never   reunite   in   the   Valar   and   Elrond   had   been   content   knowing   he   had   died   happy   and   in   a   place   he   made   his   home.   He   had   feared   once   that   he   could   never   have   such   a   thing   but   he   was   proven   wrong.  

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐎𝐅  𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋.  So  keen  to  ignore  history,  so  violent  towards  those  who  do  not  scoff  at  the  past.  Margaery  was  always  taught  the  the  past  is  something  worthy  of  its  remembrance  and  that  only  by  honoring  what  came  before  can  they  bring  about  a  brighter  future.  A  history  forgotten  is  a  history  repeated.  Yet  it  feels  more  and  more  like  her  fellow  Númenóreans  have  forgotten  where  they  came  from  and  why  they  live  upon  their  island.  It  was  a  gift  from  the  Valar,  the  very  ones  whose  names  are  now  mocked  openly  by  those  who  begrudge  anything  tied  to  elvenkind.  What  fools  they  are.  Do  they  not  see  it  in  the  buildings  around  them,  in  the  shapes  of  the  glassworks,  the  very  stones  beneath  their  feet?  It  is  all  tied  to  this  past,  this  former  kinship  between  elf  and  man,  yet  they  play  ignorant  to  it  all  for  the  sake  of  spite.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ If  only  it  was  mere  forgetfulness  to  cause  them  to  behave  in  such  a  way.  ❞  No,  it  is  something  deeper.  An  unseen  hand  shifting  the  tide,  a  puppeteer  who  tugs  the  strings  of  the  people  as  he  sees  fit,  though  perhaps  that  invisible  force  has  made  himself  more  known  as  of  late.  Too  many  overt  moves  for  Pharazon  to  disguise  from  an  attentive  eye  such  as  hers.  ❝ Unfortunately,  I've  discovered  as  of  late  that  there  are  those  among  us  who  stoke  this  unrest  on  purpose  to  suit  their  own  political  appetites.  To  have  ambition  is  one  thing,  but  to  sabotage  one's  own  people  for  power's  sake  .  .  .  I  cannot  fathom  the  selfishness  required  to  do  so.  ❞  How  unfortunate  it  is  indeed that  the  brother  of  the  great  King  Elros  must  arrive  only  to  see  everything  he  built  turned  to  this,  where  the  descendants  of  those  who  once  treated  faithfully  with  the  elves  would  now  scorn  and  shun  them.  A  bright  smile  shines  upon  Margaery's  face  regardless,  a  nod  of  courtesy  given  to  acknowledge  his  respect.

He   does   not   speak   of   the   nature   of   Men   and   how   as   a   race,   they   seem   to   tend   to   disturb   the   peace   more   than   aid   to   help   it.   Elrond   does   not   speak   ill   of   Numenor   for   he   sees   at   every   corner,   influences   of   his   brother's   hand.   This   is   a   city   and   a   realm   his   brother   built,   the   reason   he   chose   to   remain   mortal   and   grow.   Elrond   does  not   understand   plenty,   but   he   can   see   why   he   had   decided   to   live   and   die   among   the   folk   and   see   such   civilization   born   from   it.   Though,   with   how   she   is   speaking   of   them   now,   he   fears   Numenor   was   not   the   dream   it   once   was.   Eyes   stare   at   the   painting   hanging   above   the   library   walls,   his   brother   on   one   side   and   him   on   the   other,   twins,   separated   by   fate   and   destiny.   Both   half-elves   given   a   choice   not   many   are   given   in   those   days.   Elrond   turns   and   smiles,   poised   as   that   of   many   elves,   although   he   had   been   told   his   eyes   are   kinder   and   perhaps,   he   believes   they   are   those   of   his   brother,   and   what   remains   of   the   mortal   side   he   had   inside.

  "It   is   does   no   one   well   to   arrive   with   hostility.   I   am   not   here   as   a   herald   of   bad   news   or   concern,   but   simply   to   continue   what   Lady   Galadriel   had   started."   Continued   partnership   between   the   elves   and   the   men   of   Numenor   could   rise   a   new   kind   of   world   before   their   eyes.   "I   believe   my   brother   might   had   brought   some   texts   here   when   he   left.   I   would   require   those   text   to   build   my   new   home.   A   sanctuary   for   elves   for   we   had   been   viciously   attacked,   Eregion   falling   around   us."

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐀  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.  It  is  the  void  of  a  life  left  unlived,  a  future  of  unknowns  and  possibilities  that  never  came  to  pass  because  of  her  own  choices.  Even  now  she  can  remember  those  sunlit  days  spent  at  his  side,  the  light  that  shined  in  his  eyes  every  time  he  spoke  of  histories  and  legends,  how  his  kisses  had  tasted  of  hope  and  wonder.  All  the  promises  they  made,  the  way  he  made  her  life  feel  as  if  they,  too,  could  have  their  own  place  in  those  great  stories  one  day.  Life  had  felt  so  certain  then.  Her  future  had  felt  so  secure,  so  comforting  to  know  that  he  would  be  at  her  side,  no  matter  what  came.

ㅤㅤㅤAnd  then  she  left.  There  is  no  one  to  blame  but  herself.  He  may  be  understanding,  more  forgiving  than  she  feels  she  deserves,  but  it  is  a  great  pain  nonetheless  to  carry  the  ghost  of  what  could  have  been.  She  gave  herself  to  a  fate  greater  than  herself,  but  it  cost  Daenerys  her  world.  Worse  still  is  knowing  that  her  leaving  hurt  him,  too.  That  she  gave  him  not  even  an  answer  of  why  as  flimsy  comfort.  ❝ You  give  me  too  much  grace.  More  than  I  can  give  myself.  ❞  His  kindness,  though  she  feels  is  undeserved,  is  not  a  surprise.  Her  Elrond  was  always  kind,  a  brighter  spirit  than  any  star.  That  is  what  she  has  missed  most  about  him  in  a  world  so  cruel.  ❝ I'm  sorry,  Elrond.  I  am  sorry  I  left  you  without  any  solace,  nor  even  an  explanation.  I  am  sorry  I  did  not  give  you  the  chance  to  choose,  that  all  I  left  you  with  were  questions.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤPassing  years  should  have  been  enough  time  to  mourn  what  was  lost,  yet  it  all  feels  fresh  again  now  that  she  is  in  his  presence  once  more.  There  is  a  gripping,  aching  feeling  within  her  chest;  a  homesickness  stronger  than  she  has  ever  known.  If  she  closes  her  eyes,  the  memories  become  more  vivid.  She  can  still  remember  the  feel  of  grassy  meadows  embracing  her,  the  comfort  of  his  voice,  the  smell  of  the  books  in  the  library.  Perhaps  this  could  have  been  her  home,  too.  But  it is not, and that is her own doing.  She  cannot  leave  as  she  did  and  then  dare  think  she  could  have  any  place  here.  His  words  sound  like  praise,  beyond  mere  acknowledgement  of  who  she  has  become,  and  something  fractures  in  her  tempered  gaze  to  hear  him  speak  fondly  of  her  still,  to  feel  his  hand  take  her  own  and  make  her  heart  flutter  within  her  chest  as  he  always  has.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ You  call  me  stronger,  wiser,  but  you  do  not  truly  know  how  I  have  changed.  The  things  I  have  had  to  do  in  our  time  apart.  You  might  abhor  what  I  have  become  in  your  absence.  ❞  Brows  lift  in  an  anguished,  conflicted  tenderness,  her  eyes  returning  to  rest  upon  Elrond's  features.  His  words  are  more  than  what  she  had  longed  for,  yet  she  feels  unworthy  of  them  all  the  same.  Her  voice  quietens,  a  certain  desperation  in  how  she  asks,  ❝ Beyond  all  that  has  changed,  when  you  look  at  me,  do  you  still  see  the  one  that  you  had  once  loved?  ❞

Elrond   stood   in   the   pale   light   of   Rivendell’s   dusk,   listening   as   Daenerys   spoke.   Her   words   fell   like   raindrops,   each   one   soft   yet   weighted,   pooling   into   an   unspoken   storm   between   them.   He   did   not   interrupt,   though   his   keen   eyes   lingered   on   her   face.   She   spoke   of   regret,   of   choices   made,   of   wounds   she   believed   she   had   inflicted.   But   Elrond,   ever   the   scholar   of   hearts   as   much   as   histories,   saw   beyond   her   confession.   He   saw   the   yearning,   the   guilt,   and   the   fragile   hope   woven   into   the   silken   strands   of   her   voice.

When   she   faltered,   asking   if   he   still   saw   in   her   the   woman   he   had   once   loved,   he   exhaled   softly,   his   gaze   dropping   to   their   joined   hands.   Her   touch   was   tentative,   but   Elrond’s   heart,   bound   by   the   ages   yet   untouched   by   bitterness,   knew   no   room   for   anger   against   her.   “Daenerys,”   he   said,   his   voice   steady   and   low,   carrying   the   weight   of   centuries   of   understanding.   “You   speak   as   though   I   have   spent   these   years   nurturing   resentment,   as   though   your   leaving   fractured   something   irreparable.   But   love   is   not   so   fragile.”   His   fingers   curled   gently   around   hers,   the   strength   of   his   grasp   a   quiet   assurance.   “Yes,   there   was   pain   in   your   departure,   and   yes,   I   questioned   what   might   have   been.   But   even   in   your   absence,   I   did   not   curse   your   name,   nor   the   choices   you   made.”

He   paused,   his   gaze   lifting   to   meet   hers,   luminous   as   the   stars   above   them.   “The   paths   we   walk   are   seldom   without   sacrifice.   Yours   demanded   much   of   you,   as   mine   has   demanded   much   of   me.   But   do   you   think,   even   for   a   moment,   that   I   would   cast   aside   the   memory   of   who   you   were,   or   who   you   are,   for   what   you   have   done?   You   are   still   the   woman   who   once   shared   with   me   those   sunlit   days,   who   dreamed   of   stories   we   might   write   together.”

Her   violet   eyes   glistened,   and   he   felt   the   tremor   in   her   hand   as   she   spoke   of   her   fears—that   he   might   abhor   what   she   had   become,   that   she   had   come   too   late.   A   soft   smile   touched   his   lips,   bittersweet   yet   warm.   “I   will   not   pretend   the   years   have   left   us   unchanged.   But   do   not   mistake   change   for   ruin.   When   I   look   at   you,   I   see   not   only   the   woman   I   loved,   but   also   the   woman   who   stands   before   me   now—stronger,   though   the   strength   has   cost   her;   wiser,   though   wisdom   has   been   bitterly   earned.   You   ask   if   I   still   see   you,   and   my   answer   is   this:   I   see   all   of   you.”

❛  why did you have to leave me?  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me?  ❜ ❛  i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  do you even care how much you hurt me?  ❜ ❛  i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i can forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here.  ❜ ❛  please don't go, i can't handle losing you too.  ❜ ❛  you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even care about us? about me?  ❜ ❛  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to play games with my feelings?  ❜ ❛  i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much.  ❜ ❛  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused.  ❜ ❛  why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together?  ❜ ❛  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not.  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who you are anymore.  ❜ ❛  i need you to understand how much you mean to me.  ❜ ❛  i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself.  ❜ ❛  why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were my world, and now everything is falling apart.  ❜ ❛  how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done?  ❜ ❛  i can't go through this heartache again.  ❜ ❛  why did you leave without saying goodbye?  ❜ ❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ ❛  you've always had a way of making me feel worthless.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you.  ❜ ❛  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore.  ❜ ❛  you're not the person i fell in love with anymore.  ❜ ❛  just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie.  ❜ ❛  i trusted you, and you betrayed me.  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.  ❜ ❛  i've given you everything, and it's still not enough.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to make everything about you?  ❜ ❛  why did you do it? why did you betray me like that?  ❜ ❛  i miss you ... more than words can say.  ❜ ❛  you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you.  ❜ ❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

Mean Sentences, Vol. 9

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I don't think I'm better than everybody else. Just you."

"You're not righteous. You've got issues."

"Touchy, aren't you?"

"You know, you're not quite right."

"I'm getting tired of your insecurities."

"I don't really know what to say to you that would tell you how contemptible I think you are."

"Is all of that fresh-scrubbed earnestness just an act, or are you truly oblivious to the wreckage you leave in your wake?"

"You're like a bad omen. Always around for my misery."

"No excuses. You're better than this. It's pathetic!"

"I don't think your intentions are honourable."

"Honey, you look horrific!"

"You may just be the most gullible fool I've ever marked. "

"Hey, I immediately don't like you."

"You're a despicable little termite, you know that?"

"You have a cruel streak. I hadn't realised it before."

"You are not as charming as you think you are."

"This is just you projecting your own intimacy issues on everybody else!"

"At this point, you must be beginning to comprehend the stunning totality of your failure."

"I don't want you. I never wanted you."

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad. Well, maybe a little."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very much like an arachnid?"

"Coming from you, that means almost nothing."

"The day you die, your family will rejoice."

"How come you can't be smart like that?"

"Maybe you are intelligent, but you're also crazy!"

"Do you know what your sin is? It's pride."

"Tell me, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?"

"You always ruin everything!"

"Every move you've made since you were a child was born of selfishness and self-pity."

"Christ, you're like a walking cliché!"

"Do you think I don't see through your pitiful subterfuge?"

"Everything is not going to be fine! Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"I'm starting to think you have a little too much time on your hands."

"You always were shifty, ever since the day we met."

"That hat makes you look like an idiot."

"I cannot abide useless people."

"When do you get so fragile?"

"I'm very sorry - did I give you the impression I was asking?"