#aftertheblackarrow

Culda shuddered as he woke from his nightmare. The last of his dreams plagued him even as realized they were not real. He sat up and rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes before glaring at Ossë/”That would have been good to know before I laid down.”

Culda sprang awake, a strangled cry leaving his lips. He frantically turned this way and that, unseeingly until his eyes landed on Rinnah. He calmed, breath slowly quieting from great gasps. As the maia lay there he reached out and held her hand in his. “Rinnah,” he whispered, as if he was afraid speaking too loudly would cause her to disappear. 

"I am flattered. But any questions of age or mortality aside...I'm a wee bit wed to a dragon."

Weary from his wanderings he failed to notice the network of roots beneath his feet slither and shift, causing him to stumble and fall headfirst into the river Withywindle. As the water rushed over him his wound reopened, bringing the memory of his death into the forefront of his mind. He remembered the searing pain of the arrow’s stike, falling, drowning; he panicked.

[8:01:32 PM] GIMLEH: a guy named Gab who's basically made dwalin speechless

You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Money don’t grow on trees, We got bills to payWe got mouths to feedThere ain’t nothing in this world for free.Oh no we can’t slow down, We can’t hold backThough you know we wish we could.Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good.

Made for conversationswithsmaug who had a pretty rubbish lab day. <3

They both possess the music that shaped Arda, but cannot create out of nothing without Eru’s blessing. They could maybe sing/play at a pile of ingredients and make something…but for the most part they follow Gamp’s Laws of Elemental Transfiguration. XD.