#valasansi

"Well, you see, there was a party, and some drinks, some games, that sort of thing, you know, and... oh! Look over there!"

pretend any anatonical issue is because of curvo and not because i can't fukcing draw

Rumour, Rumour

"Arien..."

Aulë's study was a vast room, the desk as tall as some elves. Mairon had only come to leave some blueprints he had drawn up, and Arien had accompanied him, but she had looked so lovely in the lantern-light, he had not been able to resist stealing a kiss.

// guilty as charged and I am sorry

Send me “imprisoned” for your muse to find mine locked up in a cage or cell.

( @taminnmacar )

When Mairon heard steps approaching, he stood from the corner where he was sitting on the stone floor and turned around to see who had come. He expected it to be either one of the Maiar posted to guard him or Aulë, who was the only one who ever visited him.

But when he saw Tyelpë he began laughing as if witnessing the funniest thing in existence. He walked closer to the cell’s bars, the chains binding his ankles rustling with each and every one of his movements.

I tried.