R A N G E R.

      everytime there were new additions to their ranks, candaith always knew better than to just storm towards the people and just never cease talking. yet, she appeared to be nice enough, as créa was to him the moment he met her. he had sworn not to ask for her last bowl of food, just as he did with the previous… so with a few spaced steps, he approached the female and blue eyes analyzed her CURIOUSLY.

      ❛ hey you have recently just arrived, right ? ❜ he knew this was no proper way to introduce himself, but candaith had no awareness of formal manners. ❛ i’m candaith ! i wanted to invite you to come sit with us by the FIRE, some stories will be told if you are interested ? ❜

@westcalled​ ♡ !

𝑮𝑹𝑬𝒀 𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑺  at  approaching  footfall  and  is  equally  as  assessing  as  she  looks  an  unfamiliar  face  over,  though  a  small,  faint  smile  rests  on  pale  features.  “i  have,  yes,”  quick  nod  is  offered  and  it  seems  to  her  that  he  looks  younger  than  many  of  the  others,  perhaps  more  near  her  own  age  than  the  rest  of  their  kin.  (she  selfishly  hopes  that  many  of  the  wrinkles  inlaid  into  the  faces  of  her  brethren  are  held  at  bay  for  many  a year  from  reaching  into  her  own.)  “from  bree-town.” 

the mortals that refused to stay dead , the very familiar nickname his father had given the spirits that had haunted borrow downs  ───  drowned it in DARKNESS , legolas could easily ignore the call for help for it didn’t concern the elves in the slightest .  yet aragorn is a dear friend of his ,  and refusing HIM didn’t quite feel alright .

first his elf sight falls on his friend ,  cloak covering his face and shadows danced across it .  soon a woman’s delicate timbre attracts his attention toward herself . his polite smiles are immediate , she was gifted with it as soon as he saw her .    ❝ legolas greenleaf . prince of the woodland realm . i would be delighted to give you my service , ranger . ❞   hand brushing across the chest , a sign of greeting , warmly .    ❝ we shall move QUICK , before it’s dawn . ❞

𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯  in  surprise  at  the  pronouncement,  though  it  is  met  with a  gentle  bow  of  her  head  and  hand  pressed  delicately  against  her  heart.  “you  are  far  from  the  woodland  realm,  legolas  greenleaf,  but  any  aid  you  might  care  to  lend  is  appreciated.”  a  small nod  of  her  head  and  pace  quickens  as  she  begins  to  walk  down  the  well-tred  road  from  bree,  moonlight  glimmering  over  rolling  hills  and  distant  forest,  “the  barrows  are  a  dangerous  place,  enough  that  i  cannot  dispel  what  unrest  lingers  there  by  my  own  hand.” a  quiet,  vaguely  frustrated  sigh  escapes  her  lips.  “angmar  would  rob  my  forefathers  even  of  rightful  slumber.” 

Mutuals send me a ❤️ & I’ll compliment you / ACCEPTING

Mutuals send me a ❤️ & I'll compliment you / ACCEPTING

absolutely i can do it for kiran! :’’) kiran is legitimately one of the kindest, warmest, and genuinely loveliest people i’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering and all of that is evident in how she writes crea. crea is incredibly nuanced and well thought out to the point where she blends seamlessly into existing canon and ends up enriching it by exploring lesser known aspects of eriador & the rangers.