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💕Oc Valentines Day Challenge 2024 💕 Day One: First Love

For the first day of the challenge, we've gotta do first love! Make something for your oc and their first love.

“The best relationships usually begin unexpectedly.”

Marigold Baggins didn’t think about love, well at least when it came to courting and romantic relationships. She wasn’t considered the most desirable lady in the shire, nor the most respectable. So, Marigold was more focused on exploring and dreaming about an adventure. One day a certain gray wizard ended up granting her wish, but what she didn't expect was to fall in love on that adventure.

too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ rínien & arion, when the chaos comes ⚔️

Denethor II of Gondor was a man of many things. He was noble, powerful, and full of pride. After his father’s death in T.A. 2984, Denethor became a mighty ruler. The kind of lord the Gondorians worshiped as “kingly”. He was magnificent, valiant, and a true leader the people were proud to follow. 

Yes, Denethor was a man of many things, but a devoted father was not among them.

Rínien uncovered that pitiful truth upon the moment she came into this world. The Ruling Steward’s wife, Finduilas, suffered through a long, excruciating, and unbearable labor until her body could no longer bear the hardship. A life for a life. As the Gondorians would say whilst they wept for the loss of their lady and rejoiced for the birth of the Daughter of Gondor. Though, in the midst of their grief and celebration, the heart of Denethor grew cold and bitter towards his only daughter and second son, Faramir, for he believed they were the ones who drained the beauty and life of his dear lady.

The role of a father rested upon the shoulders of the eldest son, Boromir. At the bright age of ten, he protected his younger siblings throughout their youth and taught them everything he had known. Thereafter, Boromir, Faramir, and Rínien became inseparable. The children of Gondor trained together, fought together, and one day hoped to die together.

When a strange dream plagued the three, they sought counsel from their lord father. A task was thrusted upon them to seek the land of Imladris. A dangerous task the eldest brother took upon himself to protect his younger siblings for what may lie ahead. Faramir respected his brother’s wish and remained in Gondor. Meanwhile, Rínien could not stand by and let her elder brother face it alone. That very night, she fled her home to follow Boromir on the journey to Rivendell.

Their expedition lasted 110 days until they reached their destination, where they were immediately thrown into a mission they did anticipate. The chance to destroy the One Ring of the Dark Lord Sauron. To accomplish this goal, they joined a fellowship of a familiar Wizard, a daring Elf, a boastful Dwarf, a skilled Ranger of the North, four peculiar Hobbits, and the rightful heir of Gondor.

OH, DEATH | maerin úlairi 🗡

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Maerin Úlairi knows no peace. A child conceived in a mountain cave, she is motherless, fatherless, wrought from dark magic by the will of Mordor. She is a vessel for the deeds of the Shadowlands, the saving grace of the once fearsome Nazgûl. It’s the blood of the Nine that flows through her veins, and as destiny sees fit, she will live the rest of her years serving what evil still lives.

But where there is dark there is light, and where such evil stands, good rises to meet it. Maerin, ten-years-old and foreign to the very sun and sky, escapes the shade of the mountains. Nearly free from the shackles that bind her to the Wraiths, Maerin becomes a nomad, a wanderer. Running for her life, all the while trying to quell the rot festering under her skin, she knows there is only so long she can hide before fate grabs hold.

Now 17, the nights turn more grave, and everywhere she steps something strange seems to follow. These changes gain meaning when one night she wakes up screaming, insides burning, her vision showing one thing and one thing only. Maerin is a possessor of a powerful bond, a connection to an object that has been thought lost for ages. The One Ring. When that vision shows her the ring is still in Middle Earth, Maerin’s attempts to disappear turn to a mission. If she can find the ring which binds her to the Dark Lord and destroy it, then the darkness in her will fade, and she will at last be free. With one foot in the Wraith-world and the other in the light, the hope that her salvation could be near is the only thing keeping Maerin from losing herself.

When she feels a pull to the unsuspecting Moors of the Shire and land of the Free-folk, she hunts with new fervour for the Ring that has brought her so much pain.

It is there she (quite literally) runs into a group of young Hobbits, short and stout of heart,one in particular carrying a heavy burden. Having seen that Frodo Baggins wields the Ring, and is being sent on a mission to Rivendell by none other than Gandalf the Grey himself, Maerin swears fealty to Frodo, vowing to keep him safe and make sure the Ring stays out of Sauron’s clutches.

But as the journey grows more treacherous and evil more strong, Maerin’s life slips further and further into the dark. Demons in the night and rot spreading in the day, her destiny is like ashes, flaring in the wake of the smallest wind. Where fate intertwines with reality, Maerin Úlairi treads on the edge of a knife. Slip one way, and she will fall into the hands of her forebears. Or the other, to find a family, to find life where she has only known death, and become more than her own ruination.

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oops another oc :: elyia of numenor ↳ the plight of stars

ELYIA was queen of nothing.

According to Tar Miriel and Ar-Pharazon of Numenor anyway. Her only claim to anything lay far beneath the waves with her family’s ships and her father’s corpse. Cast out and usurped because of their continuing alliances with Elves, Elyia’s family lost any sort of nobility the moment Pharazon began to whisper in Miriel’s ear.

Her punishment is to one day be wed to Isildur, a boy who feels just as trapped and lonely as she does, but she knows it’s not what either of them want.

But what they want rarely mattered these days.

Isildur was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, a Sea Captain of Numenor, and Elyia…well she was destined for a life at her husband’s side, bearing him children and carrying on the great legacy of the Numenoreans.

Until fate intervenes in a way no one expects.

For the arrival of Galadriel, commander of the King’s armies, and her male companion from the Southlands draws the ire of the Queen away from Elyia and toward their new arrivals.

And while Elendil is tasked to watch over the golden-haired elf, Elyia cannot help but be intrigued by the man from the Southlands–Halbrand–he says his name is, and the sigil he bears around his neck.

But the stars are changing, warping, moving from one end of the skies to the other, and what waits for Elyia beyond the white shores of Numenor may be too much for a mere lady.

She’ll have to become something else entirely.

A Shieldmaiden. A Commander. A Queen.

BOOK COVERS :: THE PLIGHT OF STARS rings of power ( s1 - ? )

ELYIA was queen of nothing. 

According to Tar Miriel and Ar-Pharazon of Numenor anyway. Her only claim to anything lay far beneath the waves with her family’s ships and her father’s corpse. Cast out and usurped because of their continuing alliances with Elves, Elyia’s family lost any sort of nobility the moment Pharazon began to whisper in Miriel’s ear.

Her punishment is to one day be wed to Isildur, a boy who feels just as trapped and lonely as she does, but she knows it’s not what either of them want.

But what they want rarely mattered these days. 

Isildur was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, a Sea Captain of Numenor, and Elyia...well she was destined for a life at her husband’s side, bearing him children and carrying on the great legacy of the Numenoreans. 

Until fate intervenes in a way no one expects. 

For the arrival of Galadriel, commander of the King’s armies, and her male companion from the Southlands draws the ire of the Queen away from Elyia and toward their new arrivals. 

And while Elendil is tasked to watch over the golden-haired elf, Elyia cannot help but be intrigued by the man from the Southlands--Halbrand--he says his name is, and the sigil he bears around his neck.

But the stars are changing, warping, moving from one end of the skies to the other, and what waits for Elyia beyond the white shores of Numenor may be too much for a mere lady.

She’ll have to become something else entirely. 

A Shieldmaiden. A Commander. A Queen. 

oops another oc :: arianwen of rivendell ↳ glitter & gold

Once there had existed an alliance between elves and men.

Not just when it came to war, but with unions as well. The story of Beren and Luthien was well known to all, having produced a line of half-elves that took home in the Valley of Imladris. The line of Elrond and his sister Elowen were a product of that union, and so were all who came after. 

But while Elrond had chosen to live the life of most of his kin, his sister had chosen the opposite. For Elowen had fallen in love with a mortal man and chosen a mortal life, leaving her daughter in the care of Elrond himself, promising she would return one day. 

But she never did. And Elrond was tasked to look after the last reminder of his sister he had left. 

Arianwen was headstrong and powerful, more powerful than any of them knew, and she had spent her entire life behind the mountains and walls of Rivendell, kept safe and hidden from the world around her. 

But then a pack of orcs moves closer to their borders, and Arianwen is suddenly playing host to company of thirteen dwarves, a hobbit from the Shire, and her father’s old friend Gandalf the Grey.  But it is their quest that keeps her intrigued, and it is their quest she sacrifices everything for to join.

She’s heard the whispers between the ring bearers, the worry in Gandalf’s voice when he approaches her uncle for help, and she sees the determination in the Dwarf King’s eyes. 

Something is coming, and Arianwen refuses to stay hidden any longer.