Here let me shove all the elf fucker Men at him real quick.....
Túrin: He pretends to be disinterested and looks over, neutral expression on his face. "Oh, Beleg? A pass. I know not if he would be up to the challenge, even..." though said as uncaringly as he can, his eyes glint. If Beleg was clued in he might return with a vengeance.
Azaghâl: "Eh, why not just add another elf to the smash list? Who's that Gimli lad, and Legolas? Narvi, huh? No, old Azaghâl is the true friend of the elf." He winks. "Just don't be expectin' any... children. Keep that with the uh- petty dwarves."
Echiar: "Oh, the elf that wanders far off from his magical forest? I have seen that so handsome hunter nearly lost in the beloved woods of Taur-na-Fuin, and perhaps in many battles against my lord. He is brave, to be sure. I would smash as well."
BONUS
Haldir: "If given opportunity, I would smash the Captain I spend more of my time with..." Oh no he's gonna blush.
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[ NOT ALONE ] : during a moment of intense distress for the sender, they wordlessly reaches out and takes receiver's hand, both as a gesture of gratitude for being with them, and a gesture of self-comfort. (Eöl and Curvo)
The feeling of Eöl’s hand upon his own was so foreign that Curufin nearly withdrew his hand. It was unlike him to be in such a clear case of anguish, and the sight even pertubed Curufin himself.
“Are you alright?” He murmured, voice sounding strange to even himself with how gentle it was, and returned Eöl’s gesture with a squeeze of his hand. “Hey, you… don’t have to see them if you don’t want to.”
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
That's his bro! His bff! What would life be without him!
Eggy and Mablung!
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
I think Eggy would like to be closer to Mablung but he is a hard nut to crack.
Anga and Beleg
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
Beleg is soooo annoying to him. But he would die for him so. He won't let himself consider Beleg is more than just some guy to him though.
Anga and Mablung !
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
He is intrigued 😳 what a cool guy who does cool things and looks super cool too.
🗡Hear me out; Almost-villain verse where she's so close to being irretrievably corrupted and she's been convinced the only way to be ultimately powerful is to remove the things (and people) she cares about so noone and nothing has leverage against her and maybe she's crying and her hand is trembling and he's the last speck of goodness left in her? Y/N?
Mablung held her gaze without faltering. He was not afraid; fear would not help him now. He could not hope to escape, to overpower her, and to attempt it would only end ill. Instead, he appealed to her heart — her heart that was his also.
“Hel.” His voice was as soft as ever, quiet and firm in his usual way. “Put the knife down.” The metal was cold against his skin. He tried to ignore it. “You do not want to do this — I know you as I know myself, and you will regret it always if we are parted like this.”
He reached and encircled her wrist with his hand. Guiding, not forcing. “Just put it down, and we can figure this all out.”
Her tears glittered like crystalline moonlight over rippling water - even enmeshed in violent sorrow, her "perfect" facade didn't falter.
She inhaled sharply, panicked eyes shifting between his hand, her hand and the knife against his skin. Her pulse pounded beneath his fingers and in her chest as her eyes found his. Everything she could and couldn't say was etched, clear for him to see, in amber and gold. The hand he meant to keep at bay he instead steadied in his firm grip.
"You are all that I love in this world." She cried. It sounded not like herself. Like a pre-recording of her voice; Hollow and disembodied. And pleading. "And you are my tether. That which holds me." A sound, almost like a hiccup left her throat and Hel reached up to cover his hand with hers, unsure herself if she meant to hold him or pry him off.
"I am immaterial. Not made to be held or contained."
The truth of her statement, paradoxical to the desperate ache beneath her ribs. One half of her heart thrummed between his hand and famine's hilt, eager to test the burning hunger of her blade against his life's blood. And the other roiled like unrepentant thunder in her chest, agonizingly desperate to take back the moment - the doubt - and bury her borrowed body in the sanctuary of his arms.
Beleg slung the bag over his shoulder and grinned at Huotana. "Let's go on an adventure while Naneth sleeps, hm? You ever seen an Entwife?"
Probably not. She was still so tiny he couldn't quite believe it. He headed out the door. "You really like hair, huh? Are you supposed to be eating that?"
Naneth would have definitely said no, but Naneth was also asleep, and Huotana was not yet able to use her words. She squealed as they went outside, a very happy sound as she let go of his hair and grabbed his shirt instead and began pulling at his shoulders as if trying almost to climb.
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The Elfling's eyes were wide with incredulity. "You? But I would have thought you'd know almost everything there is!" What was there for one of the very first Elves to awaken left to learn?
The word left her sharper than she intended, breath catching as she lunged forward. Her fingers closed around his wrist just as the spoon hovered before his lips, the wooden bowl trembling with the heat of the broth.
“Do not,” Auriel insisted, golden brows drawn tight with alarm. Her other hand came up to steady his, guiding the spoon away from his mouth with careful but unmistakable urgency. The scent of the soup—earthy, rich, deceptively pleasant—rose between them.
“Is that the mushroom you used to make this?” she demanded, eyes flicking from the bowl to the scattered remnants on the cutting board beside the hearthstone. Her stomach dropped. She stepped away only long enough to snatch up one of the discarded caps, turning it in her fingers. Pale gills. Faint silvering along the stem. A blush of green at the base that would go unnoticed in poor light.
Her expression drained.
“It is,” she breathed. Then, more firmly, “It is poisonous.”
Not deadly—unless one was foolish. Or unlucky. She set the mushroom down as though it might bite her and turned back to him, incredulous and faintly furious in equal measure.
“Did you not see the sheen beneath the cap? The ring along the stalk?” She shook her head, golden hair catching the firelight. “In shadowed woods they resemble the meadow-kind, but they are not the same.”
Her grip softened, though she did not release him entirely.
“In small amounts it will sicken you,” she said, voice lowering now, the heat of her panic shifting into concern. “Cramping. Fever. Hallucinations, if enough is taken. In greater quantity…” She did not finish.
