might i request narndir plinko 👀
"Chin up, Mennie, we'll be out of this by morning."
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might i request narndir plinko 👀
"Chin up, Mennie, we'll be out of this by morning."

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oh oh one last one, have you put Meneldir in the plinko yet? would highly recommend. how about uhhhh, is 6 (Guilt/Blame) too on the nose for him? maybe 28 (Exhaustion/Insomnia) if you've already gotten the other one
6. Guilt/Blame 28. Exhaustion/Insomnia
"'S my fault."
"It's not. People can steal cattle without you. I swear, Mennie, you don't know how to say a lot else do you?"
"...Don't call me that."
"Stop acting like a child and I might."
"Mmm."
"There you go again. Use your words."
Narndir sighed. His friend could barely sit upright but still refused to sleep. Meneldir looked several days without rest as well, and likely didn't realize he had half a wheat field in his hair. But that was something he'd always admired about Meneldir. He cared too much.
"You need to eat. You can't chase cattle thieves if you don't eat." He had some dry rations, but soup would do better on a night like this. Something hearty, warm, it would lull his stubborn friend straight to sleep.
"Caught them." Meneldir grunted. "Herne jailhouse."
Narndir rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. Did you scare the guards at the jailhouse too? Appear from the shadows and say something witty? Or had you been on your feet too long?" He found the soup pot among his things and went to get the fire started again. "Probably scared the daylights out of them either way. A cloaked figure, a gravely voice, some utter gibberish they're already too frightened to try and make sense of-"
A snore.
Narndir turned to find his friend slumped over on the bedroll, propped up by his satchel. Shaking his head, he got up to fetch one of his blankets. The camp could house two tonight. Meneldir needed a good night's sleep just as badly as he needed a friend.
"it will be a reminder to me that there can be beauty even in sadness." A faded red blossom is tucked between two leaves of Narndir's journal, and it crinkles as your turn the pages.
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mental image that hit me: Meneldir meticulously training baby Tossdir in the hopes that his first word is something silly a kid would think of, and then Tossdir confidently blurting out "mmmmmNELLY" one day, affectionately bopping his brother in the face
🥺omg wait hang on I gotta draw something
that moment when you're trying to influence what your baby brother's first words will be in order to prank your besties, but he loves you too much to follow instructions (also guess who's never tried to draw a baby before-)
Also in drawing this I remembered that Duindil and Meneldir used to be childhood friends and I- I'm so normal about it guys :') so so normal about it...........

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If I was in middle earth all the rangers (except Narndir and Candaith) would cancel me for being a Meneldir apologist