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*hands Feanor a strand of her hair* I heard rumors you were pining over the hair of some elleth. (dragonoffrost)
*smiles widely and accepts it, storing it carefully into a locket* “Absolute nonsense. What fool would look at an elleth, when a mighty dragon stands before him?”
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Aradir went down to the beach slowly. It was nice, this- a holiday, just Helegêl and himself. When was the last time he had had a holiday? The main thing, though, was that there was nobody around. It was quiet. He had a towel around his shoulders, though. She hadn't told him what she thought of his scars yet and Aradir still feared the worst.
It was a warm evening, and still quite light. He sat on the pier and dangled his legs into the water, looking down at the tiny fish.
The wind whistled and bit harshly at Findarato’s cheeks despite his attempts at covering his face. No amount of furs and clothing could keep out the chill of a blizzard for long.. not without shelter. He didnt know which way was back to camp, how far out he was, how long he had been gone. The cold was starting to effect him, causing him to stumble over his numb feet. Thank Eru elves did not sink in snow so he was able to pull himself up the best he could at first..until it began to be too much. At last he found an overhang and nearly crawled his way under it to shield himself from the wind, huddling in his furs to gain some warmth.
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Kirkwall was in ruins. The town was at war and any sign of peace gone. Hawke and the other’s went their separate ways and he traveled on his own, destroying slavers that stood in his path. Even those that dare tried to take anyone else. The weather was changing and he knew he was going north. Snow wasn’t falling yet but the cloak he wore over his shoulders was necessary.
The end of his blade still stuck up behind him but his hair was starting to grow. Silver strands collected just behind the back of his neck but were covered by the hood that was placed over his head. He was moving silently through the woods but the sudden sound of fighting made him stop.
Slowly he approached before catching sight of the armor. Whether their goal was a mage or not, he attacked. Hawke taught him many things. Most mages were foul, but not all. They were only untrustworthy as their deeds. Fenris ran in, growling as he revealed his blade, before quickly having it vanish by the metal slicing into the spine of one of the men.
C1 for Smaug and Mairon, A4 for Maicest and C4 for Hel and Vokun? (you don't have to do all of these of course XP)
I did two of them - The only reason I didn’t do the one with Smaug is because Benedict is difficult AF to draw XDD
BUT here’s Maicest and Hel and Vokun <3
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"Come lie down. You look exhausted." (dragonoffrost)
“I am exhausted,” he sighed and flopped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Hel and resting his head on her chest.
“Wrestling with children to try and get them to go to sleep is an exercise of strength. And I’m not as young as I used to be.”
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“Love, I think we’re out of food...and I need new clothes. Shall we fly into town?”
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Aesirae looked doubtful. He had had bad experiences with royalty, but so had Aradir, and he wanted to keep an open mind. Lounging back on his chair, whilst his counterpart sat ramrod straight (usually it was the other way round) Aradir waited for their next arrival. They knew little about the Morni from where she came, a World none of them had heard of before the portal worked by some accident or another; there was a scribe ready. Aesirae, for sure, wanted to quiz their latest arrival.
“What’s taking them so long?” Aesirae grumbled, his long red hair pooling at his ankles, “I have things to do,”
