#ranasta

Slip him something - whoops!

It seemed just fine at first; he was healing from a wound earned in a particularly nasty skirmish, and for once was being a fairly tolerable patient. He had even taken his medicine without the usual complaint.

Alas, it was doing more than just soothing his fever. No, in fact, it lit another in his heart, and suddenly he looked at Elrond with too-bright eyes and caught him by the sleeve.

finfin judges you

For once, Curufin is struggling to think of something to tell Elrond. He must’ve heard it all by now, really, given whom he was raised by, and it is not as if Curufin was there to watch bad habits develop. However, there is one thing he is very, very good at criticizing.

“Your taste in romantic relationships is… intriguing. Why a woman, really? What are they going to do when war breaks out again? They’ll abandon you without a second thought, that’s what.”

Send "ship or dip + a ship" and I'll tell you if I ship it or not!

I ship these two so hard. They're right up there with Zutara, Jinko, and Maiko for me. Arwen is the perfect balance to Zuko's nonchalant, aloof personality. She makes him so soft and gentle. He's yearning for this woman he loves with every fiber of his being, but believes he can never be with her because he's human and destined to die so much sooner than her, and he can't ask her to give up her life in Rivendell to make one with him. How can a life in the Fire Nation ever compare?

@ranasta / 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 to keep his gaze respectful and not stare, though it proved nearly impossible when the Sindar prince was so breathtakingly beautiful.

His face was scarlet as he helped his dear host into the warm water. Tricky business, really, given that he'd perhaps been a bit too enthusiastic with the wine himself...

He definitely hadn't pictured the evening going quite like this———

❝Mind the step down, my lord, careful now...❞ The words slurred together ever so slightly.

That answer was… surprising. He expected arrogance, perhaps a declaration of superiority. Instead he was met with a calm kind education. Something about it stirred up an unexpected feeling. His eyes lower to the table between them, watching his own glass of wine he was offered at the start of this conversation but he hadn’t touched yet.

He felt the gap in their age in that moment. Something often only shared between elves. The realization that one is talking to one of their own that has lived and walked the world for thousands of years before him. He was still young in the eyes of his own people and considered ambitious, but the kind associated with naivety. Not many of their elders are around anymore. But something about the way Thranduil put it made him ponder.

In a way it was almost nostalgic the way these elves view magic. Simple but not in a bad way. They don’t feel the need to control it and twist it into their will like the Sin’dorei have. They aren’t concerned with advancing it faster than it should be advanced.

"Ooohhh, thank you very pretty lady! Thank you miss Awin."

[Clothes Swap Meme from @ranasta, for Elrond.]

"Is that my shirt?" ------------

"Is it?" The lilt in Thera's voice, the bat of her lashes, toed a line; one between not being certain the tunic was his and not being surprised. She hadn't known for sure when she picked it up, but it hadn't been a difficult guess. The shoulder points wilted on either side, broader than her ability to fill them, and the hem brushed below mid thigh, over also-borrowed trousers loose in the leg.

"There was an incident at the Healing Hall," She explained, wry beneath the brightness of her tone, "involving the return of someone's lunch. My clothes are at the laundry, and they bid me take something from the basket to preserve my modesty."

He only takes half a step back in apology. Anyone who ever claimed he lacked patience would be disproven by waiting until Bilbo was slightly more settled to resume his attack. Face split into an even wider grin at the affectionate touch despite the way Kili instantly shook his head to reset the few braids at his scalp. "What? Were you expecting someone else?"

Fixated gaze didn't move from the once burglar, as if afraid he might vanish into thin air, as one hand went for the cakes. Just as Kili shoved the treat in his mouth did eyes widen and entire being pause. He bit down to free up his hands, reaching for Bilbo before any escape could be made. Every move was deliberate from gently securing the back of Bilbo's neck to bending enough to put them at a more similar height. The knock of his forehead against the other's was almost painfully gentle, little more than a light bump of skulls.

Then he straightened, satisfied, releasing Bilbo and plopping himself in a chair to munch on baked seeds.