PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

PSA

I’m moving Erestor to a sideblog! All threads will be kept ( most of them are in the thread tracker already! ), just @ my new blog - chiefcxuncillxr - so I see it!

NEW BLOG

Erestor laughed, gracefully gliding over the ice. “You’re doing fine, love!” he encouraged, hoping his husband would start to enjoy himself a bit more, even if he was a little anxious. “It’s perfectly safe.”

💃 Our muses go ice-skating!

“Erestor, wait for me!” Mikhail stood precariously at the edge of the pond, a frown between his brows as he toed the ice uncertainly.

“I couldn’t just live you there, no matter how scared I was.” he sat up, brushing his fingers through Mikhail’s hair. “Budge over a little. I’ll squeeze up next to you, if you like.”

Taken

I thinking about remaking this blog and starting fresh with Erestor? I think it would help with my muse. But should I make a whole new blog or a side blog?

“Brother, you know, it’s a long road we’ve been walking on,”  “But sister you know I’m so weary, and you know, sister my heart’s been broken. Sometimes… sometimes… my mind is too strong to carry on. Too strong to carry on”

Turin Turambar, Master of Doom and Nienor Niniel, the Tear Maiden 

After awhile, Erestor shifted, moving to sit up and get out. As much as he loved relaxing the bath, it wouldn’t do to fall asleep inside it.  “Could you pass me a towel, meleth?” he stepped out of the water, careful not to splash too much over the floor.

He was anxious for it to be morning - he knew his husband had so much to show him, and he was excited to see it all. 

"Mikhail! I have wonderful news - Elrond has given me permission go and visit your family!"

“WHAT!” Mikhail’s cry came muffled from beyond a heavy bookcase, and he appeared in a flutter of dropped paper and tomes, aghast.

“Oh, Glorfindel,” he reached out, squeezing the other elf’s hand. Terrible things had happened in those years - Erestor still dreamt of them, occasionally. But it must have been so much worse for Glorfindel - while Erestor’s skills had kept him away from the violence, for the most part, Glorfindel’s had led him into the thick of it.

“I know they are, mellon nin. But you are strong. They will pass. Trust me.”

"You need to lie down."

Glorfindel continued struggling to stay on his feet.  He was so tired, and somewhere, he knew that Erestor was correct, but he also knew that laying down would lead to sleeping, which would lead to nightmares.  “No!  I’m fine Erestor, I have far too much to do to lay down now.  Perhaps when I am done,” he protested, voice dripping with exhaustion.

@eeereeestoor 

“You are over thinking it. You are a distant relation, truly, the son of a lesser-known son. Galadriel’s fame does not draw from who her father is - and news will travel slowly. It is not as if there have not been rumours - many scholars had suggested your heritage to be Arafinwean, if not Vanyarin.”

O_O

Send “O_O” For My Muse’s reaction to yours seeing them naked..  [ eeereeestoor ]

“Erestor!” Glorfindel exclaimed, turning bright red as he dropped the towel from drying his hair to cover his more intimate areas.  "Don’t you knock?”