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-gives a start- Don’t tell your- What happened!? -hurried helping her sit down and getting his supplies-

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67.   walking together

Time seemed to be passing fairly quickly now that the healers were freely allowing her to leave her room and roam the palace unsupervised. Her knee was not fully healed - the healers had scheduled a surgery for the next week to attempt to restore further movement to the joint - and she still limped heavily though it did not cause as much pain as it did before. Celebrimbor had crafted a brace for her, and it certainly helped with the pain and allowed her more movement than otherwise. The High King Gil-galad had also allowed her full range of the palace and given a few servants orders to fulfill any of her requests.

All in all, things were starting to look up. She walked with Thrandiel, the two making quiet small talk as they wandered through the gardens and rows of sweet-smelling flowers.

After a few moments of silence, however, Laurelin spoke again. “So,” she began, looking over at the elleth. “When do you and your father plan to leave?” Truthfully, Laurelin dreaded the day the Sinda would have to leave. Over the past few months, Thrandiel had become her closest friends. And, with her quickly approaching operation, she did not wish to be alone when she was bedridden once again. Yet, she knew she could not prevent her friend from leaving, nor did she wish to guilt her into staying or make her feel as if she needed to. “I wish to be there to say goodbye when you depart.”

Well I can’t deny that, he certainly is not hard on the eyes.

[TXT]:  Can I use this as an art reference?[TXT]:  Though I doubt I could do your beauty justice

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FACE CLAIM:  Still somewhat undecided but usually Eva Green (edited so she has red hair) ▌NAME: Laurelin Míriel Fëanoriel ▌AGE: 7,000+ (born 1377 YT) ▌HEIGHT:  6′5″ 
▌SPECIES:  Elf (Noldorin) ▌GENDER:  Female 
▌BIRTHDAY: May 23, 1377 YT ▌SUN SIGN: Gemini ▌RESIDENCE: Time Period dependent ▌MARITAL STATUS: Widowed ▌ALIGNMENT:  Chaotic Neutral ▌DRINK: Wine ▌FOOD: She’s actually not a super picky eater and doesn’t really have a favorite food... she’s pretty good with whatever is put before her. 
▌DAY OR NIGHT:  She likes both for different reasons ▌SNACKS: CHOCOLATE ▌PET: Her horse ▌COLOUR: Red, Deep Blue, Gold ▌FLOWER: Tree Lilies and Carnations and Roses ▌SEXUALITY: Bisexual ▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: ? (I haven’t actually thought about this tbh) ▌BODY TYPE: Lean and tall ▌EYE COLOUR:  Blue ▌HAIR COLOUR:  Dark Red

domestic/family starter prompts

The seasons had changed, falling leaves of red and yellow and brown were now covered by pure, white snow and the ponds and lakes had frozen over. Laurelin watched the snowflakes beckoning to her from beyond the windows of the halls of healing. It was the first winter since her injury, and though she had seen many like it before, this time it seemed different. This time it seemed more beautiful and enticing. Perhaps it was the memories the winter held, the ones she enjoyed to fall back on.

She could recall the winters of her youth, her mother and father wrapping her in thick coats and warm scarves before allowing her outside to play with her brothers. The winter meant joy. Holidays spent visiting her family and enjoying the feasts and festivals in Tirion, warm eggnog for when she had grown older and was allowed to drink the kind with alcohol, dancing with ellon from the city when she had grown in to a tall and graceful young woman. There was little contention among her family. Her brothers fought less and they spent more time together, laughing and making jokes. It had never been the same when the left for Middle-Earth, but they were memories she held onto tightly and never forgot.

Laurelin pulled on the shoes they had provided her, though they were hardly meant to be worn outside in the snow, and wrapped a thin blanket around her shoulders to cover her even-thinner shirt. She made her way to the door of her room - limping though her knee was slowly improving - and towards the gardens before she was stopped.

A hand at her chest, holding two ends of the blanket together so it did not slip from her shoulders, she turned and faced the elleth. She smiled slightly as she saw Thrandiel, dipping her head in greeting. “I am hardly an elfling, Thrandiel,” she joked lightly. “And I will not be out long, worry not.”

Thenidiel picked her training bow off the ground, after having thrown it in frustration when she missed a shot her target, however she didn’t get a chance to notch another blunt arrow before she felt cool fingers braiding her hair. The elfling looked up to see her mother, Thrandiel. “Nana!” Thenidiel shoved her mom’s hands away, pouting, “I can braid my own hair now. I am grown enough.”