An edit for Nibenaes or Legolas' sisters?
Ok so the Legolas' sisters edit rather got away with me so wait a hot second for that one to appear. But as I did want to keep you waiting, here's the Nibenaes edit (with a small ficlet attached :))
There is poison running through her blood: she thinks she can almost feel it.
Like drinking from a stream on a hot day, the wicked thing crawls through her veins, making its way from the wound in her stomach up to strange her heart and brain.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles around a thick tongue. "I said we would be married after the war."
Rochind is obviously trying not to cry as he gently brushes her hair from her face. "It is alright meleth-nin, this parting will not be forever."
It is difficult to move now but she finds the energy within her to press her cheek further into Rochind's comforting touch. He gently runs his thumb over her cheek.
"Sleep, find peace so that we might meet again and be married."
"Do you...promise?" she asks through the murkiness in her brain.
"Of course, of course I promise. Betrothed, I love you and I-" hus voice cracks- "I will always find you again."
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"Through here," Déowine says as Haleth's daughter appears from the shadows of the village outskirts.
She smiles - she knew Déowine's mother, who was a member of Haleth's original honour guard - and takes entry to the long hut.
There are a few villagers milling around, tending the fire and cutting up food. Their conversation dies as she enters but it is replaced by a hacking cough as Haleth pushes herself up in her bed.
"Mother," she says and hurries forward to help her sit against her cushions properly. "You are ill, you shouldn't move-"
Haleth scowls. "Nonsense, I shall sit up and look my daughter in the eye when we talk."
"Of course Mother," she acquiesces and perches herself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"I am old, my daughter, I have not felt truly well for many winters. I do not believe that I shall make it through this one."
She knew that this waws coming - such was the fate of mortals - but it still hurts to hear it from her mother's lips. They have always had their differences, have never got on perfectly, but to lose her...
"Do not cry Haldis, for your tears could be put to better use."
Haleth is not a soft person and certainly not a soft mother, so Haldis wipes away her own tears and turns the conversation to the last harvest.
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"Oi Fëanorian! Get out of our city!"
She stops in the middle of the street as a stone hits the back of her head. Canaer growls beside her but she grabs xem by xir arm and keeps xem close to her side as the elf behind her yells something else that's muffled by the crowd.
"Hey, you can't just let that go!"
"Yes, I can. It's not worth getting into a fight, they were drunk anyway."
"I'm telling Arasell."
"Sure, be my guest. She'll agree with me." She finally lets go of Canaer's arm, determining that they are far enough away that xe won't turn right around to punch a drunk, grieving elf in the face.
"They insulted your family, surely-"
She turns around sharply and the expression she is making is enough to cut Canaer short.
"Insults and honour and that sort of nonsense is what got them into this situation." She swallows, and turns back to the road. "In any case, I'm not considered part of the House of Fëanor anymore."
"Really?" Canaer asks, incredulity crereping into xir voice.
"Yes, now just...drop it. Please."
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She doesn't like parties, for they're too loud and invoice to much small talk (which she hates) but thankfully her father is of the same mindset and so parties in Nenost are irregular.
"On your third glass of wine already?"
"Fuck off Nelladon."
Nelladon laughs. "Ooh irritable today Carnistiriel?"
She swigs the rest of her glass down. "I'm going to kill you."
He shoves his own, half finished beer into her other hand, and gives her a lopsided smile. "I'd better escape then, hadn't I? I think I see someone who needs a dance anyway."
He gives her a soft punch in the arm and disappears into the crowd again.
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"Haldottir," she's called by the Haladin who march to the Nirnaeth Aroediad.
They ask if she's going to fight, where she's going to fight, and look at her expectantly.
She is very good at avoiding the question. Her father forbade her from fighting, after all: she is to stay at camp and help the healers prepare for injured or a retreat.
Whichever comes first.
"Haldottir," they call her and she hates it.
She tells Crinthammos as much and her father's hard lieutenant softens. "It is always difficult to step out from your parents' shadows, particularly when they are as great as yours."
"What can I do?" She asks, desperate for advice, and Crinthammos just smiles.
"Be yourself. That way people can only see you as you."
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"You haven't torn your breeches again Attamíriel," her father says tiredly and Attamíriel gives him an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Atya, I didn't notice until we were off the old wall."
"You shouldn't be climbing there," he says, taking the torn clothing from her hands and examining the imperfection with his critical eye. "It's an abandoned outpost for a reason - half of it collapsed in on itself."
"We were careful!"
"Careful enough that you got your breeches torn." Caranthir sighs and pats the seat next to him. "Come on, you can tell me about your day while I fix this."
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She's only called Dwarf Friend once, in their tongue which she doesn't repeat to outsiders.
It was Gerí who calls her it as she and Crinthammos come to see her and Nelladon off on a journey north to visit her uncles.
She takes her aside as Crinthammos helps Nelladon check the saddlebags are packed correctly.
"You are strong, daughter of Caranthir," Gerí says, taking her soft hands between her own calloused ones. "You are like your father, a Dwarf Friend, and so you must keep your head high and your sight clear. Do not fall for petty arguments."
She had laughed in the face of Gerí's seriousness. "Don't worry, we are visiting my family, we shan't be in danger."
"I do worry. You are going into a political viper nest."
"Then I shall be sure to bring anti-venom."
Gerí sighs, shaking her head affectionately. "Ah, you'll understand one day. Now go, or else you won't get to the first check point before dark."
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The trumpets sound as she dismounts and hands the reigns to Rochind, who will undoubtedly be glad of the company of horses after that journey.
"The King's Squire," someone announces as she strides into the throne room.
She bows before the throne, ignores the stares and whispers as she always has, and addresses the king.
"Lord Celebrimbor is dead and Eregion has fallen."
Gil-Galad must have already known - or at least suspected - that this was the truth. He sinks back in his throne just a bit but keeps his face severely impassive as the room erupts in discussion.
Elrond, standing at the king's side, stares at her in shock and she tries not to think that he knows what she did.
That it was her knife-
"Thank you," Gil-Galad says once he's decided that the nobles have had enough time to digest the news. "Is there anything for this court?"
"No your Majesty."
"Then you are dismissed."
She bows and flees to find Rochind.
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Nibenaes wakes up on soft grass and dandelions.
Míriel's cloak is wrapped around her shoulders and she's otherwise wearing the grey clothes off Mandos.
"Nibenaes!" Someone - Rochind - calls and Nibenaes has barely had time to sit up before their face is buried in the crook of her neck.
"You were right. Our parting wasn't forever."
"Oh you insufferable woman," Rochind says, crying a little bit, and he reaches up take Nibenaes' face in their hands and kiss her lips.
Nibenaes thinks it is wonderful to be alive.
Wonderful to be her.
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
gosh I love these love spams so much 😭💚
I'm still chilling in Bojere tag so I'll list 5 my personal happiest Bojere moments :D (might get long 🫡)
My Happiest Bojere moments:
The Laundry Saga. Did it make me happy? Was my scream happy? I dunno but I sure hyperfixated on it SO HARD 😬 because just.. why?.. how?? And I still have so many questions like did Jere really return all the underwear? Did Bojan leave anything other behind when he collected it? Did Jere wear anything? 😳 And when Bojan went out on stage with the slutshirt and Damon's broken heart belt.. 👁👄👁 look how he's feeling the returned shirt 🥹 (Vita's photo)
2. This recent smiling Bojan's face on the setlist because how cute is that! 😭 and everyone already told everything about how the bojere brainrot is not leaving neither us nor them 🥹
3. this photo 💔💔💔 just how they FIT 🧩together is pure art. Soulmates. Soulmates in every AU 😭 this is perfect in every pixel💔
4. this moment (that we just celebrated an anniversary :D) How touchy they both are 😬 I'm having cuteness aggression every time I look at them here 😬😬😬 Both of them trying to get inside of each other's pants pockets... ARGH! BITING THEIR CHEEKS!
5. and this one is very small moment from one of last year's JO gig after the esc ended, but I watched that few sec clip for comfort so many times 🥹 Bojan and fans were singing a bit of cha cha cha, LOOK AT HIS SMILE 😭 the man is smitten to his fucking core😭 He couldn't smile more even if he wanted 😭 he's still so high on jeretonin 🥹💚🩷
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