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@lindeaewen

“I have no words to describe how thankful we are for your help, master elf. We would have been slain by that orc party if your border guards had not been there. We are indebted to you,” Kannen bows with his thanks to the dark haired elf, armor removed as his small company of five are treated in the healing halls. 

Unfortunate they were, searching for the path into Imladris, bringing important documents for a delegation offer from King Theoden to Lord Elrond. He was not a rank to know the details, but he and three other riders were appointed by their captain to accompany their spokesperson on this journey. Even though the elves assure that they would be safe in this valley, Kannen still felt that linger of fear in his stomach to face such dreadful orcs.

       The elvenking drummed out a tune only he could head atop the wooden table he stood nearby as he watched what was left of his subjects. The elves wandered the empty halls looking more like spectres than elves going about their business. He noticed a presence nearby focused on him that drew his song up short as the elvenking’s attention fell on the ellon.

                 ❝ You look as if you have something important to say or a question upon your lips. What troubles you? ❞ He slightly tilted his head as if a bird finding something curious. His silver blue gaze glanced over at the sudden and loud sound of someone who’s dropped a stack of scrolls. The elleth quickly gathered up her mess in red eared embarrassment and scuttled off beyond his physical sight. His lips thinned.

Imladris.

He walked into the grounds undisturbed - were there no guards, here? Was there even anyone here, it was so quiet... No. Faintly, just in the distance, he could hear music. Nervous, he called out in archaic Sindarin.

“Hello?”

( ✉ → sms ) I hope you can imagine my eyebrows disappearing into my hairline.

( ✉ → sms ) How exactly does one borrow weed, anyway?

RULES: Answer the questions then tag 20 (ish) people you’d like to get to know better!

Name: Megan

Nickname: Den

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Height: 5′10″

Orientation: heterosexual

Ethnicity: white, mostly of German descent

Favourite fruit: Strawberries!

Favourite season: Autumn

Favourite book: Oh goodness, I read a lot...So for right now I’ll say Lays of Beleriand by Tolkien, The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss, The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, and I am currently reading Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (and enjoying it very much.  And yes, most of those are full series so I didn’t choose just one)

Favourite flower:  Um...well...uh...celandine, hyacinths, and bachelor’s buttons

Favourite scent: pine, wood fire, and old books

Favourite animal: giraffes

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa? cocoa with tea straight behind, never coffee though

Average hours of sleep: my goal is 8 but my average is probably between 6 and 7

Cats or dogs? well, I have a cat so....

Favourite fictional character: This is hard!  I certainly can’t choose just one, so here goes...Glorfindel, Magnus Bane, Kvothe, Nico DiAngelo, and Dick Grayson

Dream trip: I would go back to New Zealand, Ireland, or Scotland

When was your blog created? Glorfindel: April 27, 2015, Lauriel: July 5, 2015, Endymion:  March 23, 2017

Number of followers: 531  (when did this happen?)

What do you post about? a little bit of everything?  A lot of geology related items, character aesthetic posts, random trivia...

Do you get asks on a regular basis? Not really

Aesthetic:  I try and fail mostly, but I’m doing better with Endymion’s blog being aesthetic

Favourite band/artist: Peter Hollens, Alexander Rybak, The High Kings, Pentatonix

Fictional characters I’d date: Goodness....This is a hard question.  Magnus Bane for sure...um....a lot of others?  Tbh, I got lucky with my husband, there are times that he is just like a hero from a romance novel ;)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw!  (no doubts about it)

nonsexual acts of intimacy -select from the following for my muse to respond to

Alright. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but Maglor did have to admit to himself--being dragged out of his self-imposed exile kicking and screaming and being healed for both his damaged hands and damaged soul in Rivendell did have its perks.

Like the pretty minstrel who kept sitting down next to him and reading books.

Maglor loved Rivendell. Yes, he had kicked up a fuss in being brought here, but his son had done magnificent work in building this place. The city was riddled with quiet hiding places--sheltered alcoves, secret gardens, benches places strategically by streams--it seemed as if every inch of Imladris's design was intended to give a person a quiet place to read. And Maglor hadn't touched a book in millennia--and by the stars what a library Elrond had amassed!--so, read he did.

And then there was Lindir. Who somehow managed to find Maglor no matter where he squirreled himself away.

At first, Maglor was a bit annoyed--but Lindir was unassuming, quiet; he didn't even invade Maglor's space. He just sat near him with his own book and read on his own.

If he sat a little closer to Maglor every time, well. He got points for subtlety, sure.