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moved2024 · 2 years

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Ivy Leaf Diadem

#tiara #elven style #elven headpiece #elven tiara #elven diadem #elvish diadem #elvish style

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manoartesana · 1 year

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Elven Rainbow Moonstone Circlet Tiara. Owieru elvish art.

Elven Rainbow Moonstone Circlet Tiara. Precious metal Sterling Silver 925. Medieval tiara. Owieru elven art.

The Owieru Elven Art Circlet Moon stone is a beautiful piece of fantasy jewelry inspired by the elvish aesthetic of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. Crafted from sterling silver and set with a Rainbow Moon stone measuring 14x10 millimeters. This stone is very beautiful because it has different reflections and shades that change depending on how you look at it. The tiara is open at the back so that it is adjustable with satin ribbons according to the environment of the tiara, with which they can be tied or braided to the hair. This elven circlet is sure to bring an air of majesty and mystery to any costume or fantasy look. Whether you are looking for an accessory for your next LARP event or simply want to add a touch of elven elegance to your wardrobe, the Owieru elven art will make you look and feel like a true elven!

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beedreamscape · 6 months

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In Avalir's ceremonies, given its complementary name, The City of Crowns, it's common to wear a headpiece as a symbol of your station and they go as such:

Septarion

A Kokoshnik-style crown in pure gold bearing seven gemstones. In high elvish is enscripted the very cliche "Knowledge is Power".

Eldamir, being "head of state", bears an extra stone, a big ass diamond.

Apprentices, Ring of Gold

Diadem or Circlet, usually simple in style, of fewer karats than those above, bearing a central gem that represents their Septarion mentor.

Octothurge

A two-centimeters-thick silver circlet, the base for the emblems of each of the schools of wizardry placed in the center of a eight-petal flower.

Ring of Silver

A thin circlet in parallel filigrees with discreet leaves ornamenting it.

Along with that, a symbol of her family, Patia wears a delicate crystals and pearls snood.

Magisterium

A chain of gold with a curtain of thinner chains over the eyes like a mask (justice is blind shtick).

Court of Owls

Laurel-like circlet of gold feathers.

The head of court wears a crown in the shape of an owl spreading out its wings

Court of Working

Simple straight laurel wreath of palladium metal.

Laerryn, as Architect Arcane, wears an elaborate laurel diadem of Mithral metal with flowers, minuscule pearls and a down-facing point, reminiscent of elven crowns.

First Knight

Usually worn over a light chainmail hood, it's of simpler metal and inscribed with the vows the Knight swears when nominated.

Loquatius

None of his titles actually bears a crown, but having earned the respect and love of those in the upper echelons, Quay earned himself a crown as the city's Herald and Scribe

Thranduil-style crown (yes, he went full-on fey prince) coming to points on his cheekbones, the backpiece resembles flames. Also made of Mithral to match Laerryn's.

#exu calamity #avalir #critical role #headcanon #i wish i could find exactly what i was picturing but these will suffice #the last style was so hard to find variants #fashion #nydas doesn't get a crown bc he technically doesn't respond directly to the mageocracy #but he does love his little hat. gets his best ones for ceremonies #and the court of eyes doesn't have one. and even if they did...#have you seen those guys?#Loquatius basically convinced people by wearing a crown anyway #and people just accepted he did #also is the architect arcane crown that elaborated? no. laerryn's just extra

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sim-cc-i-like · 11 days

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❁ Mass Sims 4 Elf CC Link List! ❁

All CC has links to the the creators post where you can download it and give them some love! Not all CC on the list is explicitly elf cc but I put it here because I feel like it would work great for elves!. Credits of course to all the amazing creators, Enjoy!

❁ Ears ❁

1: Altmer Elf Ears by Notegain / Here 2: Ear presets and tattoo :3 by Obscurus-Sims / Here 3: Supernatural Ear Preset #1 by Simbience / Here

❁ Headpieces ❁

Most of them work on both masculine and feminine bodies you just have to remove the filter.

1: Arcane Illusions | Fennelis circlet by Sugar Owl / Here 2: Arcane Illusions - Butterfly Circlet by Giuliettasims / Here 3: Celebrimbor by Plazasims / Here 4: ERSCH - THRANDUIL CROWN FOR TS4 by Ersel / Here 5: Darkness Rises - Archer Elf by Moriel / Here 6: Druid Set by Moriel / Here 7: [EGGSIMS] In to Fantasy Face Chain & Earrings by Eggsims / Here 8: SIRELLA | TS4 accessory diadem by Iaeska / Here 9: Earendil Tiara by PlayersWonderland / Here 10: DSF TIARA ELVES CISNE by DanSimsFantasy / Here 11: The Sims 4. Celtics Circlet by Tankuz / Here

❁ Full Body Outfits ❁

Some of them work on both masculine and feminine bodies you just have to remove the filter.

1: RIVENDELL COLLABORATION by Rimings / Here 2: Druid Set by Moriel / Here 3: Ge'els by Plazasims / Here (Recolours by SSTS Here) 4: Celebrimbor by Plazasims / Here 5: Arcane Illusions - Winter Cloak by Pipco / Here 6: TSM Maiden Dress All Ages by Simverses / Here 7: Sherabhim’s Maiden Dress Redux for All Ages by Simverses / Here 8: Ye Medieval Mabel Dress by Harmonia / Here 9: Xarenia Dress by Sifix / Here 10: Nimue Dress by Sifix / Here 11: Arcane Illusions - Eowyn Dress by Sifix / Here 12: RIVENDELL COLLABORATION by Rimings / Here 13: Druid Set by Moriel / Here 14: 5: Darkness Rises - Archer Elf by Moriel / Here 15: Arcane Illusions - Lighthouse Gown bt Pipco / Here

❁ Tops ❁

1: Rich Outfit D by Shandir / Here 2: DSF SET ELVEN DOGUN Coat by DanSimsFantasy / Here 3: Ye Medieval - ARTHUR | top by Plumbobs N Fries / Here 4: DSF OUTFIT MALE ELVES CISNE by DanSimsFantasy / Here 5: Viking tunic by Vroshii / Here

❁ Bottoms ❁

1: DSF OUTFIT MALE ELVES CISNE by DanSimsFantasy / Here 2: Ye Medieval - ELIAS | pants by Plumbobs N Fries / Here

If any link doesnt work message me! <3

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #cc links #cc list #sims elf #sims lotr #wcif

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profoundlyfaded · 25 days

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[HC] Wedding Details (Gale x Ayressa)

I’ve been obsessing about Gale and Ayressa’s wedding, in the midwinter of Waterdeep.

Deep crisp snow outside and they are in a beautiful venture, with wooden floors and high vaulted ceilings, pillars stretching up and bright candelabra hanging over them with flickering orange candles.

Gale is princely in his attire, an exquisitely embroidered waist coat of deep blue under a long knee length jacket of the same shade and trousers to match. Open collar though, no tie, a hint of his chest hair that he knows Ayressa will spend the day thinking about. He’s a bit anxious, simply because this level of formality is not one he often wears and he wants everything perfect for his new wife. Morena has to gentle scold him from time to time - ‘stop picking at it or the thread will actually pull, Gale’.

The guests filter in, around twenty members of the Dekarios clan have arrived each with their families making nearly sixty of the guests on their own - aunts, uncles, cousins and second cousins that it sometimes seemed that Morena picked out of thin air were it not for the fact she was one of five children. Gale is unusual in the fact that Morena only had a single child. The Aedihle family is much smaller, elven families tend to be, with her parents and sister in attendance. But she has a wider circle of friends; people she’s helped who stayed in touch, fellow artists, associates who have helped her on many a case.

Then there are their companions, a devastating notable absence is Karlach, who passed away instead of returning to the Hells. Lae’zel is also absent, on her quest in the Astral Plane to fight Vaalkith.

They chose dusk so Astarion could attend, and he is holding court in his disarmingly charming manner. Gale has warned him about not getting his fangs into any of the guests. Shadowheart and Wyll converse quietly, the newest Grand Duke of Baldur’s Gate drawing excited and curious glances. Shadowheart looks happy and settled, with her parents alive she is embracing her own family life. Jaheira, her oldest children , Minsc and Boo sit with them, alongside Halsin and Minthara, who have found some way to tolerate each other. Others are there too; Zevlor, Alfira, Rolan and his siblings, Aylin and Isobel, Barcus… so many people that were helped during the Netherbrain crisis.

The music cues and the huge double doors open to reveal Ayressa. Her gown in dove grey velvet, scooped neckline adorned with blue embroidery to match Gale’s suit. The sleeves bellow out from her elbows to match the length of the dress. A girdle highlights her waist with a matching necklace at her throat. A diadem sits across her brow but her silvery white and pink hair falls in soft waves.

She walks alone down the aisle. Her father offered to give her away but she didn’t like the connotation, and walks willingly toward her new life. Her family were a little concerned when she announced her intention - marrying a human is a painful path for many an elf - but accept her decision in seeing how happy she is. (As an aside, they have no idea he is the Chosen of Mystra and will be capable of extending his lifespan).

The ceremony lasts less than half an hour, vows of love, devotion and eternity are made and the hall becomes the heart of festivities. They don’t do a sit down meal, opting for a focus on music and dancing, mingling and conversation - that said, there is an abundance of food, thanks in part to the magical prowess of a number of the guests. Dance cards are quickly filled, Wyll in particular spends a large amount of time on the dance floor, as a flurry of young women flock to the most eligible bachelor of the night.

It’s past midnight when the reception comes to a closed. Those with younger families having left sooner. Soon it is just those they are closest with, the Bride and Groom dance in besotted adoration until only they occupy the room. With a cheeky spell of displacement, Gale whisks them back to the tower to finish out the night in tangled ecstasy.

[Meta Notes] Devastating as Karlach’s death is, I tend to keep it the case in this world. Sometimes you simply can’t save everyone and while I know I could alter it, I want to retain the experience I had as a player and work with that pain as something that is dealt with by the characters.

As for Minthara, I did the whole ‘non-lethal combat’ for her as it had become a proper viable option the first time I did an Ayressa playthrough. I do like that you can do this in-game now without some crazy roundabout method that previously seemed to involve a sheep. So, the headcanon is they think she’s dead, so finding her alive at Moonrise is a surprise for the gang but Ayressa refuses to leave her to be tortured like that. Despite their differences, being polar opposites, Ayressa has a life long ally in Minthara even if they aren’t actually friends.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale x tav #ayressa aedihle #tav #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #halsin #minthara baenre #jaheira #minsc and boo #weddings #just got to get it out my system

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starspray · 7 months

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For the fanfic director’s cut: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ooh boy writer's choice! I'm gonna talk about Mysteries Too Marvelous, a Smith of Wootton-Major fic I wrote for this year's TRSB.

The art is of the Sea of Windless Storm, and the prompt asked for worldbuilding, about the Sea itself and the elven mariners, or also Faerie in general--I did my best to include both, and from the very first I wanted to write about Tim of Townsend, Smith's nephew who receives the star after him. He's got just enough characterization from the way Smith and Alf talk about him to build off of, and aside from his mom being Nell's sister, and his grandfather being Old Nokes, his family's Free Real Estate. So I gave him a sister.

The challenge for this fic was getting a balance between the Faery we know from Smith and adding new things--I wanted it to echo a little, and to rhyme, but not just be a repeat of Smith's experiences, and honestly I think I did pretty well. That's why I made Tim's father (and Tim, in his turn) a carpenter--they make things, but it's quite different from smithing. And why the people of Faery call Tim Star-child, as they called Smith Starbrow before.

I also added some little easter egg allusions that I'm rather fond of. Bombadil's distant cousin on the mountainside:

Once he met a very old man by one of those springs, seated on a stone, comfortable as a cat in the sunshine, with a wide-brimmed yellow hat and a long white beard into which were braided many flowers. He told Tim many tales, and sang many songs in a language that Tim didn’t know, but which felt ancient—ancient and filled with strange joys and sorrows.

Fairy folk having parties in the woods and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye:

Tim stopped at the edge of the trees, suddenly unsure. He did not want to intrude, but when he was noticed the fair folk all called out to him in glad greeting, welcoming him with open arms. “Come, join us Star-child!” they cried. “Welcome!” They drew him into their fold, and there was more laughter and much music, and Tim found himself feasting and dancing and never growing tired, and singing new songs that he hadn’t known before that night, and yet could find the words on the tip of his tongue. The night passed with amazing swiftness and yet seemed to stretch on forever, until at last he found himself alone in the meadow with no trace of any party to be seen around him—not even a crust of bread or a speck of ash from their fires—and the sky was brightening with the coming morning as he breathed deeply the crisp cool air, and felt the dew gather in his hair.

And I had both Arwen and Tolkien's simile of the "elf queen clad in living flowers" when I wrote this description of the Faery Queen:

His mariner companions drew him along with them until they came to one table set on a dais, where the most beautiful lady Tim had ever seen was seated on a chair that was more like a throne than anything else, with a canopy strung with silver and pearls above her. She was clad all in flowers, and gem-bright butterflies flitted about her shoulders. Her eyes were bright as stars beneath a diadem of gold and emerald, and her smile was blinding and very kind as she looked down at Tim from her high seat. He bowed along with his companions, feeling very clumsy and young and ridiculous.

And I happened to have The Lady Of Shalott on my writing playlist so this happened:

The road took him down out of the hills and along a wide river, upon which boats and barges drifted. The folk upon them called out merry greetings to Tim, and he stopped often to cool his feet in the shallows where tiny fish—silver and gold and copper—darted in to nibble at his toes. One morning he came upon a tower sitting at a bend in the river. A small boat was tied to a small dock at its base, but neither had seen use in a very long time, and were adorned with moss and cobwebs that glinted with morning dew. The morning mist drifted over the water and about the base of the tower, giving it a strange and ghostly look. From a high window he thought he heard a steady thump and clacking, as of someone busy at a loom. But no faces appeared in the windows, nor did any voice call a greeting to him, so he went on down the road. A group of elven knights in shining silver and golden armor passed by on great white horses, singing songs as their bright-colored banners fluttered in the wind of their passing.

#meme response #thank you for giving me an excuse to share those bits i was so happy with them #there's also a fruit motif that just sort of happened #i don't really have anything to say about it i just kind of like opening with apples and ending with cherries

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elentarial · 5 months

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#11 for the silm! Very intrigued as to what you get 👀

you asked…I got this image. Please read tags.

Deep within the Neldoreth stands a gnarled and ancient beech tree; its roots contort above the earth, covered by velveteen mosses. A relic of another time, few travelers pay the behemoth any mind unless they are unfortunate enough to have lost the forest road and stop to ponder if moss grows upon the northern or southern faces of trees. The lonely beech serves as little more than shelter for scavenging squirrels. No one dwells there still that remembers the tree’s purpose: a prison cell for the illustrious princess Lúthien.

Now, a fat, bushy squirrel skitters along one twisted root, puffed cheeks stuffed with beech nuts and acorns. As sentient as any creature of Yavanna can be, the animal is pleased to have secured such a place to store his family’s winter forage. He drops into the shadowy underbrush and rolls his carefully sourced supplies into a dark crevice. No one ever comes here; he thinks as he pokes his fluffy head into the orbital of a tiny yet not wholly distinguishably elven skull. Its twin lies curled around the spine of the first, bleached ribs littered with leaves and other forest detritus. Broken strands of cerulean beads fan around the skulls like the diadems they will never again wear.

It is quiet here; the squirrel thinks again as his grey-tailed mate fluffs a bed of moss and leaves. They will be comfortable here throughout the winter, their tiny, mammalian brains utterly unaware that their warm home was once a prison cell and, more presently, an arboreal tomb.

#writing prompts #silm fic #elured #elurin #tw: minor character death #tw: canon child death

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kanobarlowe · 1 year

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OCkiss23 Day 3 - Nostalgia

This one was a little difficult for me, but I finally slapped something acceptable together. This ALSO takes place in the world of Psalms from the Mountaintop, but I will not give too much more information about that.

The marble and silver museum flourished with activity. Children walked through in a crowded gaggle after a tour guide, couples walked hand-in-hand through the paintings and sculptures, and researchers gathered around a table of artifacts while whispering to both themselves and each other as they took vigorous, illegible scratchings across their notebooks. The chatter echoed through the lofty corridors as a maelstrom of white noise — it reminded Fainrial of spirits flitting through the trees and whispering to him as he strolled through the forest.

Fain pulled the wool sweater up against his face. It smelled of shaving cream and a fruity orcish cologne — he closed his eyes and inhaled the relaxing aroma to ease his nerves. He huddled in the corner of the entrance hall on a narrow bench, watching herds of people walk in and out of the museum: the most people he’d seen since returning to the surface.

He eyed the elven wing down the hall nervously. He slipped his legs up into the sweater to hide in its warmth. He was thankful Ziraak let him borrow it today; the minotaur museum curator had been his most significant source of comfort in this modern, foreign world.

And there he was, stepping out of the staff rooms just across the hall. His horns were decorated with bangles of silver in a fashion that reminded Fain of jewelry from his clan in eras past. His hooves clicked against the marble tiles, a warm smile on his inviting face. Though they nearly matched height, Ziraak’s heavyset frame made Fain feel petite in comparison. Fain rubbed his face. His cheekbone jaggedly protruded, taut against his skin — perhaps he’d feel less small once he was no longer completely emaciated.

“Thank you for waiting,” Ziraak said. He stopped just shy of the bench and held out one of his trunk-thick arms. “I’m glad I can finally take you to the exhibits.”

Fain silently mourned the loss of the comforting wool walls around his legs when he stood, but he delighted in wrapping his arms around Ziraak’s bicep. He blushed, feeling the strong, broad limb against him, as wide as his head.

They walked together into the elven wing; immediately, the air itself changed around them, permeating with thoughts and emotions as Fain eyed each artifact. He admired sculptures of the moon and sun, silkleaf tapestries exalting the Mountain clan, intricate metal armor forged in the deep forest valleys, and ritual bones and bowls from deep in the forest’s underbrush. Faces and names flitted through his mind; for a moment, he was there, walking through the woods while draped in silkleaf robes and his ancestral diadem, with its silvery beaded bangles, casting dazzling sparkles in the air.

His step slowed at the sight of a clay doll. It sat behind glass on a plush shelf, enthroned in elven regalia. Its colors had washed out, but Fain knew it had once been bright with intricate shades of blue and green. One of the thin, long ears was chipped. He approached the shelf, touched a hand to the glass, and wondered where the tip of the ear went.

And then he saw it — golden eyes and cropped silver hair. A sallow face, thin and pale, looking back at him. His hand jolted back from the glass as though it bit him; he pressed his palm to his chest, eyes locked onto his gaunt visage.

“That came from the lakes at the base of the mountain.” Ziraak stepped beside him, focusing on the doll that had drawn Fain in. “I’m sure you knew that, though.” He looked down at Fain’s reflection with a warm smile; it quickly vanished, replaced with concern. “Fain?” “I am… hideous…” Fain whispered. The contemporary language felt strange on his tongue, though he had spent months practicing. “My face…” He ran his fingers along his bony jaw. “My hair…” His other hand ran through the cropped locks — too short and disgraced for an honorable elven braid. “Why… do you like me?”

Ziraak’s taken-aback expression flushed Fain’s cheeks a bright, rosy red. “What do you mean?” he exclaimed. “Fainrial, you… you’re coming back to health every day! You are so kind… so gentle…” His large hand, the size of Fain’s face, delicately touched Fain’s chin, lifting the ancient elf’s gaze to meet his own. “I am proud of you. I don’t think you’re hideous. You were in a prison ruin for… for All-Father knows how long… but don’t find yourself repulsive. I don’t.”

Fain’s eyes welled with tears. A sparkling light caught his eyes beyond Ziraak’s shoulder; the painting, made from a thick, waxy oil, gleamed with silver that had been crushed into the paint long ago. The silver hair of the elven man and woman smiled down. The pair donned the light, airy, colorful robes of the River clan — his clan, his people.

His mother. His father.

Overcome by the tsunami of loneliness, regret, and mourning, Fain grabbed Ziraak by the collar of his buttoned shirt and dragged him down into a kiss. For a moment, the minotaur was alarmed, but in an instant, his arms wound around Fain, pulling him against his shout chest. The smell of fruity cologne overwhelmed Fain’s nose — his lips were just as sweet. Wrapped in wool, wrapped in Ziraak, Fain clung to him. In an unfamiliar world whose history was his reality, only Ziraak calmed the storm inside him. And that was enough.

#ockiss23 #ockissweek #oc kiss week #writeblr #writers #writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy writing #fantasy wip #fantasy #psalms from the mountaintop #fain #ziraak #romance writing #romance

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years

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Gold Broken (part 3)

This is Day 14 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: confrontation, attempted attack

Word count: 1501

Fili is forced to make a choice. His uncle or his kingdom.

Please refer to the warnings of this story. If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

It was almost a week after Fili’s punishment before he could move around freely, and for the first time since, he found himself rushing to the upper layers of the mountain. So much had changed since he last wondered these halls, from the clearing of stone to the new blockage at the front doors to the thin and narrow staircase that led up to the rampers where the rest of his company now stood. The company and his King.

Fili felt a shiver rack his body at the thought of facing his uncle again, but he knew the others would not call him if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. They had already gone to such lengths to keep him safe and well, they would not risk it now.

Shouting from the ramparts caught his attention and he quickly made his way up the stone stairs only for his heart to leap at the sight that awaited him at the top.

Elven soldiers garbed in golden armer and green leathers lined the hills as far as the eye could see. They adorned sharpened weapons on their backs and nimble bows in their hands, each one facing the mountain with a look of war in their eyes. Below them Thranduil sat proudly on the back of an elk of enormous stature, a smirk pulling on his lips and his long blond hair pulled back behind a diadem of silver. Next to him rode Bard of Laketown on a simple black horse though even he, the kind hearted human that had took Kili in despite their quarrel, looked up at the dwarves with distaste.

At the center of it all, stood Thorin. A crown of mithril laid upon his brow decorated in the patterns and intricate sigils of his ancestors, stones of rubies, emerald and diamond delicately crafted into its metal. He looked regal in his raven armor but the madness in his eyes was apparent. The way they flashed gold in the beams of sunlight as he watched the incoming armies made Fili tremble.

The prince looked at the faces of his friends, noting their hobbit missing and the rest of the company surrounding their king like they were unsure of where they should stand.

“What in the halls of our maker is going on?” he heard himself ask in a voice that much stronger than what he was feeling. The sound seemed to cut through the valley’s silence like a knife and all eyes turned to him, to gaze upon the ragged and unbraided dwarf that he was. Thorin turned to him with shock before a look of fury settled on his face.

“You dare face me after what you did? After the weakness you showed? You dare interrupt your king?”

Fili scrunched his brows and the anger in his stomach started to bubble, “I asked,” he growled with as much intimidation as he could muster, “what is going on,”

“Bilbo…” Bofur whimpered to his prince. He was shaking where he stood and wet tears stained his face. “He tried to kill Bilbo,”

“I tried to kill a rat,” Thorin spat, spinning around and taking the miner by the collar. Shouts came from everyone on the battlements as he pulled him to his knees. “And I have no quarrels killing a traitor either,”

“Thorin, enough of this please!” Balin begged at his side, tugging on his shoulder in a weak attempt to turn his attention away from Bofur. Thorin however had other ideas.

Pushing his adviser away he unsheathed his sword and pointed at the miner’s throat. In a storm of Khuzdul curses Bifur pulled his cousin back and Dwalin forced himself between them and the King with a rough punch that sent Thorin stumbling backwards.

The company broke into chaos until a stout command of “Enough,” came from Fili’s lungs.

“How low you have fallen,” the blond prince shook his head at his uncle as the company backed away with a bow, “How blind you have become if you can not see what you have changed into,”

“You- you dare?” The raven-haired King whispered with a broken look, but Fili cut him off.

“All my life I have looked up to you for your guidance, for your wisdom. And for what? For this?” he shouted swinging his hand and gesturing to the elves that sat waiting at their doors, wincing at the pain his back still felt when he moved too sharply, “For elves to threaten war on our home? To turn against our friends and allies? You are sick Thorin. And you are not fit for our throne,”

Thorin’s eyes shone a heavy gold as he glared at his nephew, “What are you implying runt?”

Fili took in a breath and willed his knees not to bend. He had not wanted to do this. To fight with his uncle in such way. Since he was a boy he had thought the world of his uncle, of his King, whether he be crowned or not. But this? This shell of his uncle that threatened and endangered his friends? This fake that would whip his kin until unconsciousness? This darkness that threatened to swallow the entire mountain?

Fili was a kind soul, but he was no fool, and he knew he had to put his people before himself. That’s why he did not stop his company as the slowly made their way behind him, bending their knees and heads not to the King, but to the heir of the mountain that would defend them with his life. That is why before the Elven King and the future King of Dale he pulled his short sword from the scabbard at his hip and rested it at his uncle’s throat, swiping with expert precision and shaving the left side of his beard.

“You, Thorin ‘Oakenshield’ Durin, have disgraced the sanctuary of this mountain and of our home…”

Thorin squinted and spat in rage, “No, what are you doing? Stop it!”

“…As you have been deemed unfit to rule as king and shamed in the way of being sheared by you kin, I Fili ‘lion heart’ Durin, son of Vili, son of Dis and royal of blood, denounce you of your role and by force take your place as King under the mountain…”

“You… you cannot do that,” Thorin denied, shaking his head with furry, “You cannot take what is mine!”

“…until you are fit to rule again,” Fili finished, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “Do not make this worse for yourself uncle. Hand me the crown. Prove to me that you can be saved,”

A flash of blue like lightning shot through his uncle’s eyes and Fili held his breath. He raised a gentle hand towards his uncle and took a weary step closer. The raven haired Durin let his eyes wonder over the ledge, skimming over the faces of the armed elves and slowly back to his own hands. Guilt and horror spread over his features and for a moment Fili saw his uncle emerge from his sickened shell. He took another shaky step until his fingertips fell upon Thorin’s cheek.

“It’s ok,” he whispered with a reassuring nod, “we can be ok,”

“Fili?”

“Ai, it’s me,”

With a shuddered breath Thorin leaned into his touch, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,”

“I know,” the blond nodded back trailing his hand up to free him of the crown that weight so heavy on his brow, “I know uncle. It’s ok,”

“It’s ok. It’s… it’s…,” he stumbled blinking with blue eyes, “It’s…”

In a slip second, the gold burnt back through his mind and with a cry he lunged for Fili’s throat. The ex-King was quick, but Dwalin was quicker, striking a blow to the back of his head and dropping him to the cold stone floor.

Fili was left standing there rubbing his throat with a stunned expression.

“Brother, are you alright?” Kili asked worriedly.

“He was so close,”

“I know, I saw. But we can’t do anything about that now. The elves threaten war and the humans demand what was promised. They will attack if we don’t respond,”

“Ai, the lads right Fili- ah my King.” Dwalin added with a nod, the crown in his hands, “we now look to you,”

Fili squeezed his eyes shut as thoughts raced though his brain. He took a breath and bent his knee, keeping his back straight and his lips pulled into a tight grimace. He felt the weight of the crown placed upon his head and when he opened his eyes, the company were on their knees too.

Now he was King. His people would look to him to solve their problems, to keep them safe. It was with a heavy heart he faced them, but he swore that he would serve them well.

With a shaky step, he rose and turned to those who waited outside their gates.

“I Fili ‘lion heart’ Durin, King under the mountain, am ready to heed your words,”

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baneofboredom · 1 year

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Made a new Pathfinder character! Her name is Carmen and she is a Dhampir summoner. She was married to an elven man and she loved him and he loved her, but she was a human and they knew that her life was going to be far shorter and as she aged and he remained convinced that she would change her mind about death and explore her options(he was a big fan of undeath). But she remained adamant, and when her time came, she died. He spent a small fortune on her tomb, having a beautiful sarcophagus carved in her image in a long sweeping gown with a diadem. Over the years, his grief turned to obsession and he set about a ritual to bring her back from the dead, with or without her consent. Bringing someone back without them wanting to come back can never go well. Ever. His ritual worked, and she rose up as a Dhampir and her rage at having been returned from death triggered her arcane awakening. The central rune of the resurrection ritual, an arcane mark her husband had designed to represent Carmen's entire self, blazed into life on her forehead. A matching symbol appeared on her sarcophagus and vast tendrils of earth reached up and crushed the life from her widower. It took years for Carmen to come to grips with her new existence, as new Dhampir memories replaced her old human ones, Carmen is determined to take this second chance she didn't want to craft a life she does want.

#pathfinder

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corpseprxnce · 3 months

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youd look stunning with some elven headpieces, especially cause of your hair! https://www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/670081655/woodland-deer-crown-tiara-elven

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moved2024 · 2 years

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Star Diadem

#elvish diadem #elven diadem #elvish style #elvish tiara

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wyrdaes · 6 months

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MEET SEV'ERAE KELJORN . . . 32 YEAR OLD MOON ELF SORCERER . . . WRITTEN INTO THE WORLD OF BG3 / CRITICAL ROLE & PLAYED BY MIMI KEENE.

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . introduction :

FULL NAME: sev'erae keljorn (secretely, halemyst) NICKNAMES: sev ALIASES: lady keljorn AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH: june 5th BIRTHPLACE: the kingdom of avalon SEX/GENDER: female ( cis ) ORIENTATION: heterosexual ETHNICITY: middle eastern OCCUPATION: nobility/begrudging adventurer

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . stats & abilities :

RACE: moon elf CLASS: runechild sorcerer BACKGROUND: noble ABILITY SCORES: str (8), con (12), dex (16), int (14), wis (10), cha (18) RESISTANCES: charm effects IMMUNITIES: magical sleep LANGUAGES: elvish, common, draconic FAVORITE SPELLS/WEAPONS: slow, suggestion, mirror image

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . appearance :

HEIGHT: 5’3” WEIGHT: 120lbs BUILD: an hourglass figure; very short and curvy, with zero muscle COMPLEXION: pale skin with a vibrant pink undertone, opalescent in the moonlight EYE COLOR: magenta, with a crescent of blue around the rims HAIR COLOR & STYLE: elbow-length dark blue hiar that is often kept half-up and half-down with some ornaments, or a diadem NOTICEABLE FEATURES: her full mouth, and her sorcerer runes which take the form of henna designs on her hands, forehead and spine (but only when she casts magic) AESTHETICS & STYLE: princess dresses, red gems, heavy brocaded fabrics, flowing hair FC: mimi keene

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . physical & mental health :

PHYSICAL DISORDERS: n/a MENTAL DISORDERS: n/a EATING HABITS: sev'erae has expensive tastes. she does have a bad relationship with food, where she wants to preserve her figure, but also has a bit of a glutton streak. EXERCISE HABIT: none

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . personality :

POSITIVE TRAITS: generous, loyal, steadfast, clever NEGATIVE TRAITS: prejudiced, judgmental, impatient, rude TALENTS & SKILLS: manipulation, playing the piano INTERESTS: fashion, reading trashy romance/smut novels ZODIAC: gemini ENNEAGRAM: type 8

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . about : tw for parental death & murder.

➵ sev'erae comes from a royal elven family (the halemyst family) that was wiped out by the noble human keljorns. she was taken in by them when she was a babe, and raised as though adopted by them. ➵ privileged and haughty, sev'erae grew up with complete faith and fealty in her family, never knowing what they did to her original parents, or why. ➵ when she was told that she would be put in an arranged marriage with that of a neighboring lord, sev'erae panicked, for the only thing she'd ever wanted (that she didn't already have) was true love. ➵ so, she ran away, hoping to concoct some plan that would convince her mother and father not to marry her off to a stranger. ➵ eventually, sev would come to find out that the keljorns annihilated the halemysts in service to tiamat, the dragon goddess of green and tyranny. the keljorns have been worshippers of her for centuries, and for reasons unknown to them, tiamat asked for the annihilation of the halemysts in return for more wealth and power.

˖ 𖥔 ݁ . verses :

➵ MAIN : any fantasy verse really where sev'erae has either run away, or (later on) just found out about the halemyst deaths. her world has been turned over, and she seeks answers about where she comes from. ➵ BALDUR'S GATE 3 : same as above, but sev can either be a tav that is taken while attempting to run away from her arranged marriage, or be recruited as a companion after being abducted by the goblins.

#sev'erae keljorn #dossiers

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elvenstardesign · 3 years

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Copper, silver or gold? I made this over a year ago and only just got around to photographing it. Its held up quite well considering its been kicking around our workshop exposed to the elements since its birth.

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witchyautumns · 6 years

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glorfindiadems 💕 instagram

#autumn #fall #fallen leaves #fairytale #fantasy #white dress #witchy #diadem #lotr #tolkien #elf #elven #galadriel

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kolczecuda · 4 years

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Bardzo nam miło jest przedstawić Wam efekty naszego weekendowego wypadu do Krakowa, do Lasu Wolskiego! Mieliśmy tam okazję (jak zapewne wiecie) zorganizować sesję dwóch leśnych baśniowych elfek :3 Pierwsza odziana w niebiesko czarny pancerz łuskowy, natomiast druga w czerwono czarny łuskowo kolczy napierśnik (nacycnik) 💙🖤💙❤️🖤❤️ Przy okazji naszej wyprawy miało miejsce wiele historii i przygód, zarówno w trakcie, przed i po, także z wielką chęcią Wam je opowiemy w kolejnych kadrach! ☺️ W skrócie: deszczowa przeprawa przez puszczę, pokonywanie własnych trudności i lęków, gryzące w tyłek komarzyska, spotkanie czterech blondynek, stado brajanów itp itd 😁😅 No po prostu musisz zostawić serduszko w reakcji i komentarz! No nie ma opcji, że nie 🥰 Nie zawiedziecie Nas z pewnością 🙌 Koniecznie zajrzyjcie na poniższe profile i przekonajcie się dzięki komu takie cuda powstały 😍 📷#fantasyphotography - @photo.pandziks 🧝‍♀️🧝‍♀️ #KolczaModelka #elfki #elfka pierwsza piękna z lewej @nefthis, pierwsza piękna z prawej @amiraccon.private ❤️czerwony diadem - @arachne_craft ⛓kolczy szpej, pancerze, diadem - @kolczecuda @altergroup_poland 🌲🌿🧝‍♀️🧝‍♀️🌿🌲 #KolczeCuda #fantasyphoto #faeries #elf #elven #elvish #fantasy #fairy #fairyclothing #fairyclothes #elvenears #fairyvibes #tolkien #diadem #headpiece #elvenears #headpieces #larpgirl #elvesofinstagram #scalemaille #magiciseverywhere #mythicalcreature #forestwitch #witchcrafts #woodelf #dndcosplay 🌲🌿🧝‍♀️🧝‍♀️🌿🌲 https://www.instagram.com/p/CC04OrJAfiN/?igshid=13a9exbion18

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