Feb 21, 2019
celevonthel sb: what do you think about strider frodo: so...
accurate—especially the last 2
pippin vc: if you stood on his shoulders we could just throw the ring into mount doom from here, frodo
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celevonthel sb: what do you think about strider frodo: so...
accurate—especially the last 2
pippin vc: if you stood on his shoulders we could just throw the ring into mount doom from here, frodo
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❝Your type of elves sleep, do they not? Pardon my candor & enthusiasm but, what are they like? Dreams?❞
It is odd, to hear someone who resembles his own kind so closely ask such a question. He has heard it before, but only among dwarves, among those whose ties had been cut. “I might be a poor person to ask. I have known dreams my whole life, and thus cannot say what it is to sleep without them. You may do better to ask our Inquisitor, a dwarf born dreamless, tied to dreams by the mark upon her hand. Nevertheless, I shall try.”
He pushes his tongue against the back of his teeth in thought a moment before he continues. “They can be many things. Your worst memories reimagined, your deepest fears hounding you, you may wake with a fright, but be none the worse for wear. What is, perhaps, most unique is how time moves in dreams. Some moments may be dreamt in precise detail while others are glossed over carelessly, events unfold in an order that may not seem strange until you wake. Of course, as a mage, I’ve long been able to cut past the haze of dreams for a clearer picture, and experience them with full consciousness. Still, I remember what it is like when sharing the dreams of others.”
‘ Oh I do highly doubt that you know people like me, my dear friend with pointy ears.’ Mistrust was nothing new to her, people throwing suspicious GLARES at her neither, after all humans and their kind barley changed over the past decades and she did not expect anything else. However, to mock them was just too entertaining to just let it fade, what was more entertaining than to see a man gleam in angers, or at least trying to bring him as far. ‘ Are you always this - trusting towards strangers? ’ Words clearly left to tease him, did his glance never leave her FIGURE , could she not even breath without his glare onto her. ‘ Are you scared that I am going to eat your children alive? ‘
@celevonthel liked the starter call.
@ everyone
do I still have your skypes or no bc
celevonthel
with uncle Toastin Bakinshelf
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『✧』 sc ╱╱ @celevonthel ➸ elf
wulfsige was no stranger to drink and merriment, indeed the battle won at HELM’S DEEP came at a great cost, but it was a victory no less. drinking games were a common thing in such times, though even HE grew some concern watching the duo of ELF & DWARF imbibe a truly impressive amount in such a short time. the next time he happened a look over the dwarf was well and truly passed out, though his companion seemed hardly fazed. ❝ will he, ❞ he gestured to the unconscious party. ❝ be alright? ❞
@celevonthel
“ FEAR me not, my dear, ---- and do forgive my forwardness;; but i fear you look positively WRAITHLY, flitting about as if a ghost, just beyond where you think I can’t see you—–
i intend you no harm. ”
I have survived, but I have not been spared.
her will is wrought from iron, from ICE ;; but time will gnaw on her bones,all the same. she will watch the pillars of salt and sand built all her life, CRUMPE, all the same.
( she too, has survived, but LOSS gnaws down deep in her her bones, all the same. to SURVIVE: more aptly, the act cobbling together of what has not yet been lost, and claiming all that little left for your own. )“ oh DARLING, “ she says, “ but isn’t that all we can do, in the end?
——ENDURE. ”