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The Reluctant Bride (French: La Fiancée Hésitante, sometimes translated as 'The Hesitant Fiancée'[1] or 'The Hesitant Betrothed' is an 1866 oil painting by Auguste Toulmouche

Departing from Toulmouche's usual paintings of a single woman, this work is a more complicated composition showing a group of women in an opulently decorated room. The figures congregate in the lower half of the canvas, with the upper half devoted to the flamboyantly decorated room and its gilded furniture.[3] The scene is set shortly before the wedding of the central young woman, waiting in a parlour or drawing room with her bridesmaids. The woman in the centre is seated in a flowing white satin silk dress with high collar trimmed with white fur. She stares out at the viewer, with an ambivalent expression that has attracted various interpretations ranging from anger to resignation to her arranged marriage.

“Get back, you foul beasts of Mordor! Back to Dol Guldur!” Merilindis hissed, voice raw. Her breath came out in frosty bursts, fogging the cold night air as she swung her blade in a wide arc. The spiders hissed and scurried back. 

“You are not getting him!” she spat again, drawing the child closer. Legolas whimpered against her shoulder, his small hands gripping her torn sleeve. His sobs were muffled against her neck, but his trembling told her enough.

Her limbs ached. Her vision blurred. The venom that grazed her skin burned like liquid ice. Still, she would not yield. She planted her boots into the soil, blood and mud mixing beneath her, and raised her sword again, steady though her arm shook.

The spiders encircled them tighter, their eyes gleaming like shards of obsidian, their mandibles clicking with hunger. One lunged—she pivoted, blade flashing, severing a leg with a wet snap. Black ichor splattered across her cheek.

“Come then!” she shouted into the chaos, voice breaking but fierce. “If you crave death! Come and claim it!”

Her heart pounded, the sound loud as a war drum in her ears. The weight of exhaustion pulled at her like lead, but she forced herself to move, to breathe, to fight. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of horns echoed—Thranduil’s guard, perhaps. She prayed they were close.

“I don’t want to see Ada, he will be mad”

“Oh Henig… I’m sure he’ll just be glad you’re alright”

“No! He will be furious! I broke my bow and lost my diadem, he will punish me”

“Legolas, fear not, he will just be glad that you didn’t hurt yourself falling down that tree…tell you what, how about you take a bath and let me bandage you up then tomorrow we will go together and find your diadem?”

“Alright… but don’t tell ada yet!”

“Vandanyë”

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Fantastic new story by @trashyartz and yours truly

Blasphemy? Demon love?

“I am not your mother, but that does not mean I don’t love you as my own”

“Merilindis?”

“Yes Legolas?”

“Do you think naneth misses me?”

“My hína, I think she misses you most of all”

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On Kais 18th birthday, king Susumu summoned his loyal Viking warriors and promised them the princes hand in marriage to the one Viking that would win the tournament and pledge his loyalty to him and his kingdom. The winner would become Jarl and gain many ships and land.

Fourth Aralas piece in my little classical painting series.

Gustav Klimt depicts the couple locked in an intimate embrace against a gold, flat background. The two figures are situated at the edge of a patch of flowery meadow that ends under the woman's exposed feet. The man wears a robe printed with geometric patterns and subtle swirls. He wears a crown of vines while the woman wears a crown of flowers. She is shown in a flowing dress with floral patterns. The man's face is not shown to the audience and instead, his face is bent downward to press a kiss to the woman's cheek, and his hands are cradling the woman's face. Her eyes are closed, with one arm wrapped around the man's neck, the other resting gently on his hand, and her face is upturned to receive the man's kiss.

Legolas comes of age and that means he is to find a mate. Many travel to Mirkwood in hopes of winning the princes heart but unexpected candidate steps forward in hopes of being successful.

“Have you come to “win” my favour as well Estel?”

“I don’t think your father would allow that, but you have many fine suitors that have traveled far for your attention”

The kiss by Francesco Hayez