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EVERYONE IS FREAKING OUT ABOUT MY ARM DISLOCATION ITâS NOT EVEN OFFICIAL
yall worse than my mum

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valiantvirtue replied to your post: Dany: so, we take my dragons to Mordor and we...
I AM WITH DANY ON THIS ONE
Sauron: I SEE YOU. Dany riding Drogo: BITCH, YOU BETTER.
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A sigh pulled from IlmarĂŤs throat as a sign of bliss, her hand reaching up to caress his face with gentleness and love. So captivated. The world could fall away and she would care nothing for its departure as long as she was held in his embrace. âSuch a love, it sounds like! But how now shall I profess my own epithets, when you have stolen the words I may have used? âAh! I know to what I may compare. For those who create, it must follow that they love that which they create in some manner. Therefore! My love surpasses all creations, for I had no hand in your being. And I love you all the more for it.â She laughed a moment after. âYours certainly sounds more the words of lovers though.â
Whatever time he may have taken was more than forgiven before his gift, but the gift made the waiting for him ever sweeter. She gazed upon it in wonder for a moment, looking up at him with the look of a child in happiness. âItâs beautiful, NĂĄronya⌠but there is no need for apology. You are always forgiven for such trifles.â She kissed him sweetly, whispering against his lips. âYour smile is much greater of a gift.â
With a smile of her own, she tugged him toward where she had been resting on the grass before his arrival.
                        MAIRON leaned to IlmarĂŤâs caress, humming so FONDLY as he felt her soft palm. Indeed, he was a Maia of Fire, but IlmarĂŤâs embrace is yet warm for him. It brought him comfort and gladness-- only it seemed she was the one alone whom brought him DESIRE for her company. The other Ainur were always shunned away by him, for he had held no liking towards the others. They were to DAUNTING but he was glad that Curumo dragged him out once and if he had not, he would not have never had IlmarĂŤ or her LOVE .
                        â I have been told I was gifted with words, meleth nĂn, â  he said. Upon her kiss, he leaned down to meet her halfway, lingering to feel the sweet taste of her lips afore did he pull away. Upon his surprise, he was brought onto the green grass and he sat down without compliant with IlmarĂŤ.Â
                       He never held any LOVE for the grass, but Yavanna was a mother in his eyes and he had grown to at least appreciate it.  â Thou hast tarried here for quite sometime, art thou not lonely before I come forth ? â
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iâll get it checked, okay. God, youâre scaring me.
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Luthion didnât flinch, his hands busy with making their small dinner. He had meant his words to be a compliment to the Maia, although she was his enemy, there was still some amount of respect that existed in the ellon for her loyalty to her master. Grey eyes glanced up to the flame-haired Maia, a hum of thought in his throat which he let out ever so softly.
Why had he made the decision to bring her along again? The fire in his blood spoke of the pain still in his heart. She had killed his beloved, and he was still so close to returning the favor. If she would not be useful to his kin he probably would. Bereneth⌠His heart broke a little at the thought of her name, so young and fair, but dead so soon. And because of him, no less. Now he dragged about the one who had ordered the wolf to tear her to pieces, for some good had to be brought about with this sorrow. He was determined of it.
âThere is no need to be so defensive.â He replied, smoothly and without expression. âYou are a credit to your master in how loyal you are to himâ and your belief he will save you. Though whether it is misplaced is still to be determined.âÂ
He stood from his place by the fire, whispering a spell of protection around his hands before he reached down to yank Mairon up to a standing position.Â
âYou know what I think? I donât think heâs going to come. Does he not know just what goes on in his lands? Surely heâs noticed your absence. Or at the very least, some messenger or other has gone to your stronghold and found you gone and returned.â
His jaw tightened. It would be so easy to end the fire before him, but he could not. Some part of his fĂŤa forbid itâŚfor whatever reason.
Instead, he pulled her to be by the fire, cutting off a piece of the meat heâd cooked and holding it out for her to take. âPerhaps I should inform him? An exchange? One of his beloved silmarils for the return of his most dear lieutenant? Do you think heâd go for it?â Luthion did not, if he were honest. For he had Mairon in his grasp for long enough that action could be takenâŚ
And yet, Morgoth remained silent. In a way, Luthion pitied her⌠blind loyalty.
                   MAIRONâS glare was unrested and she continued to do so as the Prince of Doriath spoke to her. She could feel his HATE and his ANGER radiating from his hrĂśa and she smiled mockingly for a moment but when he was still unreadable, she would hate to admit that she was reminded of Melkor and that she was unsettled by it.Â
                   FEAR was a word she would never use to describe what she had with Melkor but it was indeed present when they both speak. She had seen what had happened to his enemies and she preferred her eäla intact and healthy, rather than tattered like a old clothing from a widowâs gown. His beloved had died and Mairon would only BLAME her fragile little body of a Mortal. For a race favoured most by Eru IlĂşvatar, they were certainly the weakest and the ones whose fates are unknown. What sort of GIFT is that ?Â
                   Her chin was lifted and even then when Lúthion had pulled her onto her feet, shuffling uncomfortably for she was caught off-guard. She then was reminded of earlier, how the hound of OromÍ had almost shattered her neck and him her entire eäla. The Hound, she felt, had arisen, ears flattened as if to threaten Mairon to not lay a hand in return of the harshness of the Elven-prince. She had forgotten how dangerous he could be. And there was FEAR in her eyes despite her struggle to maintain it, for she thought of how Melkor would oft handle in such a manner.
               She knew not that this was a blessing for her.
                   Out of her surprise, she was pulled closer to the bonfire and she thought it odd, for she was a Maia of Flame, her own FIRE radiating from her being already.  â He will ACCEPT it, â  she insisted, hissing.  â For I am valued above all his slaves and servants, I am his MIND and his LIEUTENANT , without me there is no EMPIRE ! Why insist earning the Silmaril, when thy darling hath already past away to a place not even the Valar knows of ? â

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What made you start wanting to roleplay?
Munâs Asks: RP Edition | @valiantvirtue
Pretty much seeing people writing for their favourite characters brought down this realisation on me that, wow thatâs actually a thing I could be doing here and I also thought back to when I used to write a lot more actively as a child. Roleplaying just seemed like a really interesting take on my old hobby and I needed to get involved A.S.A.P.
ââ surely you know you are a mere pawn to him. ââ -mae @ mai.
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                 MAIRON then raised her hand and the Orcs ceased from tormenting the Elf. Her eyes were piercing through his hrÜa and attempting to simply harm his fÍa. Though, staring through their eyes was not effective if she had wished to invade their  MINDS . Some would have cowered already out of pure  TERROR .
                     The FÍanårian had  D A R E D  to challenge her. He had just dared to attempt to make her question her devotion to her dearest Lord Melkor. She  LOVED  him and surely, he valued her as much. So much would have fallen and failed if it were not for her. If it were not for her, his  EMPIRE  would have fallen into naught or it would have never arisen at all. She brought  FLAMES  to balance his darkness where the Balrogs had failed to do so. She had approached him, the heels of her boots clicking eerily in the shadows. The Orcs had left his prison and she had gripped his cheeks, allowing her nails to dig into his skin.
                 â I control  PAWNS , therefore I am not one, â  she hissed.  â Attempting to plant doubt in my mind ? Do not challenge me, fool. Do not play the Game that I created. â
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   Aredhel froze when she heard those words, the very thought of her beloved Lomion dying in her defense sending a stab through her very soul.Never. Came her instantaneous thought, intense in its volume. She would sooner die for him than let him die for her, she would never be able to bear his death. Her precious gem.
  Yet she did not let her thoughts show on her countenance, merely offering up a chuckle and a smile, her hand resting on his cheek fondly as she dropped a kiss to his other cheek. âMay you never have to.â She softly said, ignoring the strong motherly feelings which screamed in protest. âBut thank you, Melenya. Better yet to stay alive for me, however. I would not wish us to be parted.â
   But if it ever happened, she knew his life would be greater than her own. For it had been so since he was born, and would be so forever.
                    SHARP eyes softened as he felt her KISS and the song in his heart was turning greater. Perhaps his father was no Elf to look up to, he was not the finest of fathers but his MOTHERâS presence overshadowed his feeling of disconnection from EĂśl. He had his mother and his mother... was the GREATEST of all Elf, even if he had not met many before.
                    Sleeved arms wrapped around his motherâs form and he embraced her, her WARMTH brought him comfort since the beginning of his coming upon the world. His SOLACE and his only source of his HAPPINESS . He nodded his head at her words,  â If that is what you want, neneth, â  he murmured.Â
               He loved her so.