a-lonely-dunedain
Oh Tra La La Lally! Here Down In The Valley!
Silly elf, avid LOTRO player (main servers, Crickhollow and Treebeard). obsessed with Corunir. can't stop making Loremaster alts. draws (rarely). Meneldir apologist. very asexual and mostly aromantic, scared of talking to people. Call me Taz, she/her.
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“It was nice not sleeping alone” or “do you want to keep the light on?” for Ethedis and Corunir?
Ok finally getting around to this! Going with the first option here :3 I think this made a nice warmup after not writing in like, months probably. Gosh I feel so rusty…. Anyway! Here’s Ethedis, local exhausted party healer, finally getting A Break post Morannon (and Corunir doing what Corunir does best and being Worried about Eth)
Ethedis was sad to find that she had grown accustomed to sleeping alone.
The time since her departure from the Grey Company had been a blur to her, an anxious, desperate, and terribly lonely blur. Amidst it all she did not notice— or at least tried not to notice— the ache in her heart at Corunir and the rest of her friends' absence. But it was still there, always most noticeable in the quiet of the night when she had little else to distract her.
She made new friends in that time of course, Horn, Nona, Corudan… (who she prays are alright, wherever they are) but even they could not stop the gnawing pain in her heart, the fear that the world was ending and neither her best friend nor her beloved would be at her side for it.
Thankfully, despite her fears, she was reunited with Tossdir and Corunir before what seemed to be the end of all things. The battle of the Pelenor passed, and somehow, though it still seems hard to believe, the Morannon passed also. It was over, the war was won.
She was gravely injured near the end of the fighting, though she barely remembers it (perhaps that is for the best), and Corunir has hardly left her side since then. He almost seemed afraid to, scared that if he left her for even a moment she would be torn away from him again, as had happened so many times before. Ethedis hated to see him so worried, and she especially hated to be the cause of it, but also couldn’t help but be grateful for his constant doting. It would be a while yet before the healers released her, so the company was much needed.
It’s late into the night now, her room is lit only in shades of silvery blue and grey in the moonlight shining through her open window, she guesses she should be sleeping instead of lying awake reflecting. Her eyes fall to Corunir beside her, his head buried in his arms atop her blankets, breathing deep and slow. He'd fallen asleep like that a little while ago, the same as he had every night since coming to the Houses of Healing. She gently places her hand on his arm, just needing to feel that he’s there, he’s alive. The touch doesn't wake him, despite the fact that he’s normally a rather light sleeper. He must be exhausted.
Part of her wishes he would go sleep in a proper bed for his own sake, he probably hasn’t had a good night’s rest in months, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to leave. Truth be told, she needed him there, probably more than he realized.
She had grown used to being the one caring for others, always worrying about keeping her friends from falling into despair or even just keeping them alive, giving little thought to herself. She was getting used to sleeping alone, to being alone.
It’s different now though, the warmth of his arm under her hand confirmed it. She isn’t alone anymore, Corunir is here and understands her struggles better than anyone. He’s here and it would take nothing short of an intervention from the Valar to tear him away from her again. He and the other healers will see to it that she is well taken care of, and for the first time in almost a year she finds she has very little to be worried about; and the few things she does have to worry about do not seem so daunting as long as he’s here.
She breathes a deep, contented sigh, her eyelids are starting to feel heavy. It isn’t long before they slip closed and she joins Corunir in much needed slumber, secure in the knowledge that they will still be together when she awakes.
It was nice not sleeping alone.
#next day reblog bc why not#self reblog#*pointing* lookie here! I actually managed to write something for once!
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Billy Boyd and Dom Monaghan, the Two Towers, Cast Commentary
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Nobody throws shade like a biologist with burning hatred for invasive plants
#yea!!!! yes!!!!!!! kill the only evil tree!!!!! it smells like rotten fish AND it’s invasive!!!#sorry Tolkien I generally agree with your stance on trees but the Bradford Pear must die
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freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful 💜
Nooo I’m innocent! I’ve been framed! It was my cat! Take her instead!!!
#I miss her dearly tho so please don’t actually take her#sister and I are stopping by the old house after work just so we can pet her again#and see our family too I guess#anyway thank you!!
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ough to be a cat sleeping in a dandelion field. eepy sleepy
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“It was nice not sleeping alone” or “do you want to keep the light on?” for Ethedis and Corunir?
Ok finally getting around to this! Going with the first option here :3 I think this made a nice warmup after not writing in like, months probably. Gosh I feel so rusty…. Anyway! Here’s Ethedis, local exhausted party healer, finally getting A Break post Morannon (and Corunir doing what Corunir does best and being Worried about Eth)
Ethedis was sad to find that she had grown accustomed to sleeping alone.
The time since her departure from the Grey Company had been a blur to her, an anxious, desperate, and terribly lonely blur. Amidst it all she did not notice— or at least tried not to notice— the ache in her heart at Corunir and the rest of her friends' absence. But it was still there, always most noticeable in the quiet of the night when she had little else to distract her.
She made new friends in that time of course, Horn, Nona, Corudan… (who she prays are alright, wherever they are) but even they could not stop the gnawing pain in her heart, the fear that the world was ending and neither her best friend nor her beloved would be at her side for it.
Thankfully, despite her fears, she was reunited with Tossdir and Corunir before what seemed to be the end of all things. The battle of the Pelenor passed, and somehow, though it still seems hard to believe, the Morannon passed also. It was over, the war was won.
She was gravely injured near the end of the fighting, though she barely remembers it (perhaps that is for the best), and Corunir has hardly left her side since then. He almost seemed afraid to, scared that if he left her for even a moment she would be torn away from him again, as had happened so many times before. Ethedis hated to see him so worried, and she especially hated to be the cause of it, but also couldn’t help but be grateful for his constant doting. It would be a while yet before the healers released her, so the company was much needed.
It’s late into the night now, her room is lit only in shades of silvery blue and grey in the moonlight shining through her open window, she guesses she should be sleeping instead of lying awake reflecting. Her eyes fall to Corunir beside her, his head buried in his arms atop her blankets, breathing deep and slow. He'd fallen asleep like that a little while ago, the same as he had every night since coming to the Houses of Healing. She gently places her hand on his arm, just needing to feel that he’s there, he’s alive. The touch doesn't wake him, despite the fact that he’s normally a rather light sleeper. He must be exhausted.
Part of her wishes he would go sleep in a proper bed for his own sake, he probably hasn’t had a good night’s rest in months, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to leave. Truth be told, she needed him there, probably more than he realized.
She had grown used to being the one caring for others, always worrying about keeping her friends from falling into despair or even just keeping them alive, giving little thought to herself. She was getting used to sleeping alone, to being alone.
It’s different now though, the warmth of his arm under her hand confirmed it. She isn’t alone anymore, Corunir is here and understands her struggles better than anyone. He’s here and it would take nothing short of an intervention from the Valar to tear him away from her again. He and the other healers will see to it that she is well taken care of, and for the first time in almost a year she finds she has very little to be worried about; and the few things she does have to worry about do not seem so daunting as long as he’s here.
She breathes a deep, contented sigh, her eyelids are starting to feel heavy. It isn’t long before they slip closed and she joins Corunir in much needed slumber, secure in the knowledge that they will still be together when she awakes.
It was nice not sleeping alone.
#for the record Corunir also Really Needs A Break#but I honestly don’t think he’d be able to relax as long as Ethedis is hurt#don’t worry he’ll get plenty of cuddles later. Ethedis Will make sure of it!#Taz’s foray into writing#lotro#lotro fic#Corunir#lotro oc#Ethedis
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no no no, it’s totally fine—will you excuse me for a moment? (steps outside to shriek and sob)
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You should only write in present tense with extreme caution.
not because it's bad or anything but because if you do it even once you're going to be editing the bits where you shifted tenses out of your writing for the rest of your life
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#tax evasion probably#Farmer!Tossdir has not payed a single cent in taxes since moving to Stardew Valley
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i must not get mad at mischaracterization of blorbo online. getting mad at mischaracterization of blorbo online is the mind-killer. getting mad at mischaracterization of blorbo online is the little-death that brings total obliteration. how many times am i going to type this long fucking phrase. oh wait copy paste. i forgor
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
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