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a christmas commission of @vezely & @peredhellen ‘s characters done for the wonderful @dunadaneth!

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Some brief character studies of @vezely‘s wonderful Vezely of Rhûn :) Had a blast with these any may do more in the future, she’s a tough bih to draw! What an incredibly complex and intricate character. She’s been on my mind lately and deserves to have attention brought to her.
falling kingdoms starters | accepting
@vezely said: "irrelevant."
HER SINGULAR DISMISSIVE RESPONSE IS ENOUGH TO PULL DARKENED BROWS TOGETHER. To knit them neatly. Whether in questioning or displeasure, it could not be so easily discerned from the ellon’s features solely. Though the PAUSE and lingering s i l e n c e that hung like a weighted presence above spoke that such truths lay with the latter. Though the younger did not hold the ancient resplendence of his father’s visage so entirely, the easy show of discontent in crystal eyes was often said to be a MIRRORED ATTRIBUTE. Crown of fair hair w e a v e d in subtle arches beyond each ear, locks ending freely to lay upon a collarbone. ‘ I confess myself a wonder to what it is you use for comparison to determine so swiftly such a decision? ’
A CHILL lingers on the breeze, but it goes unfelt by skin naturally so hardened to natures moods. Serving only to lightly bluster untied ends of a pale mane. The light FROST to Legolas’ own tongue does not thaw so easily. Distrust blanketing heavily to the straight shoulders that seem never to be without scabbard or quiver. An uneasiness e m a n a t e s within the princeling’s lissom form .
‘ Or indeed curious as to what it is that allows you to perceive yourself equipped to deem something so?
,:・゚✧ *:・゚. *:・゚ @vezely:
(command) - for your muse to give my muse an instruction, which may or may not be followed.
𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒕. Thranduil may have expected to cross the paths of some, apart from the familiar presence of guards here and there, but of all it must be she. With a sigh trapped at the back of his throat, the ellon maintains what distance it requires for him to prevent pipe-smoke from crawling into his lungs whilst Vezely’s instruction for him to seek another path drops. She must have noticed the aversion ghosting across his PORCELAIN mien.
And one may blame what disharmony gaped between these two for Thranduil’s glare in immediate response — his PRIDE commands him to counter by snapping back, yet was he wiser than to give into impulses so easily. Impulses rooted in suspicion sans clear evidence, no less.
So he glowers for another moment in silence, ere forcing himself to mutter a ❝ Hannad, ach avon ❞ in lieu of mere ignorance. He was raised with manners, after all. STUBBORNNESS won with its demand for him to stay, even though he wants not dwell anywhere near her if unnecessary. Scanning the elleth briefly, Thranduil would glide past her at last and hold his breath just until he shall be out of smoke’s reach.
MEME: Symbol Prompt VERSE: Main, FoA
@vezely || Plotted Starter
All people liked the familiar. Sarte was rarely familiar to anyone, not even her own people, but everywhere was just a little familiar to her. And sometimes that was enough. So today she was in Kravod, settled in a shaded tea shop smoking Pultic pipeweed from a long pipe and playing dice with three amiable outriders. How did the near eight foot elf come to be so blatantly and freely within Kravod? That was quite a long story, and involved some nesting wyrms. And indeed she was often still eyed and stopped and questioned. But she spoke at least one language here passably well, she knew how to be polite, had made a few friends on her way and, most of all, she seemed to believe that she should be there. Which, again, often was enough.
“There she is Rehkya,” spoke one of her companions, gesturing with his own clay mug of tea out to the open square, “that Captain, did I not say? She’s eyes like yours.”
“Take your eyes off other’s eyes and call your bet old man,” chided another, thought Sarte did indeed look, slinging a long arm over a bent leg to spy out this stranger. And she did indeed find her easily enough, their eyes met with almost predatory instinct. She did not have eyes like hers, as expected, but Sarte also knew what her friend meant. He meant it felt different to look into the eyes of an elf. Which is what the woman was, no matter how much effort she put into hiding it.
Sarte could not pass as human, even if she wished too. But this peculiar little child would have perhaps known her anyway. She certainly knew her now.

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@vezely sent: “Then perish.” (Elrohir or Legolas) "Raw as Hell” Sentence Starters | Accepting
“I’ve tried--” Elrohir replies dryly, reclining on one of the low couches lining the exterior halls in the healing wing of the Homely House. He drapes the back of one long, slender palm over his eyes in a panto of great suffering, enjoying the opportunity to indulge in dramatics. “... But alas, my brother will not allow it. He has doomed me to an eternity of his company, for ill or good.”
The Twin’s grey eyes slant from beneath his hand, steady gaze considering Vezely with carefully curated neutrality. It is rare they are alone together without Elladan’s buffering presence, even more so since his brother has made certain intentions known. “... Ah, well. I suspect you know of what I speak.”
How it came to pass that Elrohir was labeled the Stubborn Twin, he may never comprehend. For a bittersweet moment, the Peredhel wishes for his father’s presence, if only to insist Atar grant him proper apology. Banishing the thought, Elrohir sits up at last, masking a wince as the stitches in his shoulder pull.
3. & 14.
Mun questions meme! - still accepting
3: Answered!
14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise)
Ok I’m about to get real talkative, we’ll leave the obvious one for last;
Denethor/Finduilas/Aragorn: LISTEN. Listen to me. This ship? God tier. The fucking... angst... the drama... the ‘two men of equal mastery and great competative spirit who both love and cannot stand one another and the woman who rages between them’ is so so good it’s SO good. And Aragorn LEAVES? And the sense of loss and betrayal? And Boromir being two when he DOES? And Finduilas dies far away and when Aragorn returns to a (living) Denethor he both recognises and cannot see the man he knew but it’s PAINFUL loving each other alongside bitter blame and without Finduilas being there for it. It’s painful!! AND COMPELLING.
Tar-Telperien/Ciryatur: In my own very specific version of these characters they are BOTH butch lesbians and Ciryatur is a he/they lesbian who has like... another name because Ciryatur is a title but ALSO he just kinda takes that title as his full name because it just WORKS for him so well so he’s always just called Ciryatur. And they are just... an unfathomable power couple in the time just before Numenor went south. Tar-Telperien not wanting to reinforce the resentment festering within Numenor for their elven friends by asking her people to die for them, Ciryatur agreeing, but when she finally relents she still goes and does an incredible job. The COMPETANCY the LESBIANISM the QUEEN WHO CAN CHOOSE WHICHEVER LIFE PARTNER SHE WISHES AND NO ONE CAN SAY SHIT ABOUT IT so she goes down in history as ‘willful’ and ‘too proud’ I’m obsessed and here’s some art
Imrahil/Theoden: Listen, I can’t help how I react to the fact that Imrahil cried out in grief at the sight of Theoden’s body and the pall bearers actually paused for him to collapse at his side and weep with grief and then, still in tears, for him to rush over to Eowyn and discover that she’s still breathing in a kind of desperate yet commanding way. I CANNOt HELP but think about Imrahil and Theoden as young men and I cannot help but think of Theoden, alone and grief stricken after Elfhild’s death needing comfort. And I also will not stop thinking about it either.
Gandalf/Glorfindel: no listen to me ok yes I know I KNOW BUT LISTEN, I swear this isn’t a crackship, this is entirely Lord of the Rings Online’s fault, spoilers for the most recent expansion- LOTRO creates this huge overarching plot that follows Glorfindel and his ‘Bright Company’ who were heroes in the last alliance and in the new expansion you go TOO the last alliance timeline. And you meet Glorfindel and his bright company and this elf Lendellen who’s in it. Glorfindel and Lendellen literally flirt with each other during the whole expansion, Lendellen is bashful around Glorfindel when in general he’s a fucking orc murdering machine that lusts for blood and is not ashamed of it. Glorfindel goes SO soft when Lendellen compliments him. Basically they’re fucking. Then Lendellen is needed to destroy this big stone at the top of Barad Dur or they’re all done for. The bright company all infiltrate the tower but when you, Glorfindel and Lendellen arrive Sauron’s up there. Lendellen still manages to destroy the stone but he’s captured before he can flee and Glorfindel doesn’t notice until it’s too late. Well it turns out!! Lendellen was a previous incarnation of Gandalf! And he was captured and tortured by Sauron for decades, and when he finally died the Valar wanted him to return but he was too traumatised too! So they BRAIN WIPED him and sent him back! And when Glorfindel recognised him he realised that Gandalf didn’t remember their time together and so he did not mention it in case he brought back those traumatic memories. But this is the canon reason why Gandalf is so reluctant to face Sauron up close, he is still instinctually too afraid of what he KNOWS might happen! AND GLORFINDEL HAS HELD THIS LOVING SECRET, SILENTLY PINING AFTER GANDALF AND BEFRIENDING HIM ALL OVER AGAIN FOR 2000 YEARS. SSG MADE ME CARE ABOUT GANDALF, THIS IS ENTIRELY THEIR FAULT, PLAY LOTRO.
Boromir/Theodred: Of course! The obvious one. They’re the exact same age, they have so much in common, they die for the same reasons, with the same sentiments, they love their countries and accept that in one another, they know not to deny each other pain, the way it enhances both of their stories, the way it slips into present canon like a glove, the way they are each other’s narrative parallel and how inherently homoerotic that is, the fact that their love for one another can mirror the love their countries have for each other, the fact that they’re just... the two reliable backbones with this life and this passion that none of their younger family members have any idea about, by their own design, but they finally crumble together and those youngers have to pick up their loads, and then later on they discover so much more of the burdens they had to carry, and everyone grows and it’s just life... and... and... and in some universe they get to find each other again... and then become the anchor between their life of war and their life of peace that they can build on, a happiness that remains good and can guide them into a new age with each other........................... I’m fine.