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zepowderroom replied to your post:Hmmmmm…. Tempted to make a Nimrodel blog…...
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- pokes erestor-
-squeaks in surprise-
Honesty meme: do you know the muffin man?
[bby!ara] Who?
Beleggg
My lady?
VAIRE
(I’m just saying I will be giving my own interpretation, and not a copy or yours, okay? I kinda picture her more like a fairy tale princess, very sweet, but sad as well.;))
Silence reigned in Mandos’ halls. It was not a dreadful silence, filled with terror and fear - nor was it a calm before the storm, a breathless waiting until the lightning was struck. Nay, the dark halls were one of peace, and the silence was calm as well, covering the palace as a thick, peaceful cloak, only occasionally rippled by a whisper, or a half-forgotten song of one of the souls.
However, in one of the lighter rooms of the palace of the dead, closer to the stars and the winds and the rain, another sound mingled itself with the silence, without disturbing it - the sound of silken threads and the soft ticking of the weaving loom, and every now and then, a murmured melody that arose from fair, full lips of the one who was weaving. Vairë, the elves called her, or sometimes Gwîr - but in the palace, she needed no name. The dead did not care about these fleeting things.
For many minutes, or years, the lady was weaving there (for time held no meaning for Mandos, nor for his wife). Beneath her slender fingers, many things came to life - great battles and courteous kneeling and the tenderest touch of lovers. Sometimes, a ghost appeared beside her, to watch her work. They would keep silent most of the time, but every now and then, they would comment on her depictions, saying that he hadn’t wanted to kill her, or she hadn’t meant to say that - but Vairë would only say that in the end, the deed had been their own, and she would weave what had been done, not what should have been. And with every mesh, the tapestry grew, and the darkness receded.

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-plops in as red panda-
-has never seen a red panda before-
What…. what?
X FROM VAIRE
My lady,
If you are reading this, then an ill fate indeed has fallen upon me. I trust that I shall rest in Námo's halls, and eventually that I shall once again walk under the sun.
I shall see you soon,
Beleg.
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Tell me about your Námo.