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gurlbesimpin · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that you wrote for WoW and was wondering if I could please request some sfw and nsfw headcanons for Anduin with a civilian artist s/o? Thank you in advance!

sure!!! i'm writing this as an Anduin/g!n reader. also, artist can be relative. trying to keep it open <3

Warnings: smut mentions lol, tooth rotting fluff, mention of violence

SFW:

If his father could see him, he might be disappointed as royalty should run in the family. However, you broke this absurd rule

Anduin first met you after he hired you for some work and honetly, bless this boy- he fell head over heels for you after first sight.

he wouldn't really know how to ask you out, but would try nontheless. In the end it's a bit awkward, but you can easily look past that.

Dates with him would be a bit classic, maybe cheesy- depends on how you precieve it.

He'd take you on walk through the lush gardens of stormwind, sit down at one of the many bars with you or maybe just take you for a ride on his precious stead through the forest.

First kiss will be quick, after the first date probably. He'd wait for the perfect moment and location to slowly move his face closer to yours.

inevitably it's you who initiates the kiss

definitely has soft af lips and is a better kisser than he may seem

won't keep your relationship secret for very long, and he doesn't give a damn about people complaining of your citizen status.

when you get married, expect everything and more! This man... this man will go ouuut! It'll be something straight out of a royal hollywood movie.

he himself will crown you queen

also, your father in law is Genn

NSFW {only 18+}

Big dick. that's all i gotta say. 7-8 inches and 3inches thiccc

he's not clean shaven, bit it's not messy either. just trimmed.

Don't let those cute eyes decieve you, he can be a freak if requested

Eats you out/sucks you off like there's no tomorrow

Makes sure you cum at least twice during sex

sex with anduin is frequent when he's there. However he can be absent and times but when he returns, whoooooooohh you'll be spoiled rotten with love and affection and obviously, orgasms. Seriously your cunt/cock will be aching by end of the night.

Sex with him starts off slow, but will quickly turn into a rough session to the point where skin slapping on skin could be heard through the entire castle

all i'm gonna say is- he knows what he's doing

as far as kinks, bondage. both him and you.

Possibly slight choking?

Alllsoo!!! hair pulling {mainly his luscious curls}

prefers to cum inside you or on your chest

his opinion on quickies? Nothing really much- he doesn't hate or love them. He mainly does them when there's extreme pressure and tension that HAS to be released

if he by some chance walks in on you masturbating, he'll blush and either continue to watch you, or lend you a helping hand ;)

#worldofwarcraft #world of warcraft art #anduin wrynn #anduin x reader #smut #anduin smut #anduin x reader smut

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ceescedasticity · 10 months

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Unforsaken, 9a

(All sections on tumblr)

(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)

They make it up to the Carrock well before the High Pass clears. Elrohir estimates they probably have as much as a month.

This is good, because it gives everyone a chance to rest — particularly the oxen, who are very happy not to be rotating on and off barges.

This is not so good, because Grimbeorn instantly takes a dislike to the Hirnedhrim.

Elrohir probably should have foreseen this, but did not. (They're just so much better than they were, sometimes it's hard to keep in mind that they still feel off to those with the senses to perceive it.)

Very annoyingly, Grimbeorn is not willing to take Elrohir's word for it that nothing is amiss. He also tries to treat Elrohir as a foolish young man when Elrohir literally met him as a toddler.

Legolas also tries to talk him around, with equally little success.

Grimbeorn actually moderately offends Gimli by not accepting "I am an honorable dwarf and would not be associating with them if they were evil" as an explanation.

Fortunately, Grimbeorn is willing to take Celeborn's word icy stare for 'not your business, back off'. Still, it makes things very awkward.

(Risyind also wants to try to convince him, but everyone is pretty sure that would just make things more awkward, so Khitwê persuades her not to.)

&&&&

The group in Imladris are informed the High Pass is open by Arwen, who has apparently been checking every day with the Orthanc-stone.

(They probably should have sent the Anor-stone south with Elrohir, but they didn't. Communication with the other group has been limited to one-way palantír-viewing and however much connection the twins can manage over the distance.)

(The one-way viewing at least spared the Anduin party a certain amount of, as it were, backseat bargemastering.)

There's one last frantic round of double-checking packing, and then loading bags onto horses, and then they're off. —They're bringing the majority of the possibly-for-dragons weapons, and a large volume of rations (including most of the remainder of Imladris's reserve of lembas). They're also bringing riding horses for everyone who isn't an orc, so they've decided to have the horses carry the baggage that far rather than try to take a wagon over the pass to join the wagons that are already there.

…The horses are possibly slightly affronted by the cargo-carrying — Asfaloth is giving Glorfindel the stink-eye — and definitely still suspicious of the orcs, though they've learned to grudgingly tolerate them.

To avoid any trouble with the Beornings, the orcs divert to go through what used to be Goblin-town.

"Are you sure that's safe?" Elladan says. "Or, I mean — not that I doubt you can deal with whoever might be in there, just—"

"We came through on the way west," Turgon says. "There's no one there."

(It didn't look like there'd been many people there for a long time. Some of it was the Beornings making the pass a much less vulnerable target, doubtless, but Turgon wonders if orcs didn't get steered away, so they didn't get reminded that such a thing was possible.)

(Glorfindel agrees to split up without arguing, possibly because he's got a good enough grip on the Anor-stone by now he should be able to check up on them if necessary.)

The crossing is uneventful.

(…Topside. The orcs get attacked by bats. And not evil bats — quite the contrary, they were probably agitated by the orcs'… orc-ness. They agree not to speak of it.)

(If Glorfindel saw, he doesn't say anything, either.)

They rendezvous with the Wizard's Clay party at the Carrock.

It takes a bit to sort out getting the cargo distributed among the barges, and getting the oxen all rounded up again, and getting the barges past the Carrock — the channel is wide enough, but only just. The river isn't going to be navigable all the way to the Grey Mountains, but they can stay on it a while longer at least.

(Elladan and Elrohir are very relieved that Maglor and Celeborn seem to have gotten better at ignoring each other. Possibly they don't want to risk looking immature in front of Gimli?)

Grimbeorn trades out disliking the Hirnedhrim for being profoundly unnerved by Maglor.

After a few days, they set out.

#orc bank unforsaken #orc bank #a tolkien tag

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tastytofusoup · 6 months

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I have heavy doubts that World of Warcraft committing 3 expansions/6 years to a storyline is a good idea, given their very hit-and-miss track record. Imagine if they'd been like 'get ready for our 6 year EPIC SAGA - it's called Battle For Azeroth!', and consider why I doubt it's a good plan.

It could be good. Maybe if it means they can put more thought into it instead of rushing out a complete expansion every 2 years. But...it's Blizzard so probably not. They are the 'cool idea in theory, shit execution' company. More likely rushing out 3 expansions as normal that happen to be directly related narratively, right?

Thrall featuring heavily though? Always cool. Earthern dwarf land? Pretty cool. Anduin looks like he's finally gone through puberty, which is good. (Although I've already seen someone saying 'wah they've made him UGLY'. Adult woman, if your definition of ugly is someone believably aging older than a 14 year-old boy, and they have some facial hair, facial lines, and short hair, while still being a conventionally attractive man, that sounds like a solid you problem.)

Are the Earthern that hype though as another Dwarf allied race reskin? Are the Nerubians really a compelling, exciting idea for the main villains in an expansion, rather than just forgettable side enemies until now? Could be cool I guess? You know the art team's gonna knock it out of the park as usual, so the zones should be great looking.

Not a great fan of the prospect of Arachnids: The Expansion, though, in the 'stop-putting-fucking-spiders-in-every-zone' game.

Apparently Chris Metzen's back involved, so maybe that'll help?

All-in-all, just the usual case of 'this thing WoW's doing will probably be disappointing garbage, but might on the offchance be good'.

HOWEVER

THEY'RE REALLY GOING TO PROGRESS CLASSIC TO CATACLYSM CLASSIC??

Who's going to fucking want that? Actually who? Cataclysm, the expansion universally considered shit. Cataclysm, the exact expansion that reworked the whole old world, making the original Azeroth extinct. Cataclysm, the expansion where those reworked zones are still the ones in the current game, unchanged, so what's the fucking point?

Wrath of the Lich King was the end of classic WoW because of that overhaul. They're going to replace Wrath Classic, and once again the original old world questing experience will be gone, and the only way people will be able to experience that will be private servers.

The private servers that were popular and Blizzard didn't like it so they shut them down then made Classic because of the amount of interest and now they're going to do the same shit they did on Live and create the same situation again and the private servers will become necessary again anD ARE THEY FUCKING STUPID?

#personally next year I will be playing the dragonflight content for free because fuck paying for another wow expansion #fool me twice

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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years

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Tom Shippey was also responsable for the Denethor bashing ??? damn you can't trust none in this world

Tom Shippey is likely the origin or at least large co-conspirator to the general lack of Denethor sympathy even in tolkien scholar circles AMONG OTHER THINGS. You can definitely trust people in this world, it's just Tom Shippey is not one of those people, I cannot stress this enough. He also pushed this blatantly false narrative that Denethor saw the corsair ships in the palantir and that that was why he fell into despair, which would be crazy since BEREGOND already knows there are Corsairs coming up the Anduin the day before like peer review is a joke!!! Tolkien scholars READ THE BOOKS challenge and they fail everytime kasdjhjashd

#chats #istarnie-nerdanel

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deathbydarkelves · 2 years

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Azerite does come up in this fic so I have to come up with what it actually can and can't do since Blizzard kinda designed it as a classic "it can do whatever the plot needs it to do" type substance, and to my knowledge, never outright stated its limits. Which are things I need as a writer.

So anyway here's what the wowpedia page says:

Touching it gives you a feeling of being completely unstoppable and being able to effortlessly achieve your greatest desires, regardless of whether you're good or evil at heart. For Anduin, it took away the grief for his father and made him feel like he could stop wars altogether via christianity the Light. For Sylvanas it made her feel like a, quote, "goddess of destruction" (very reassuring to hear for the people in the room with her, I'm sure lmao)

The effects vary from person to person but generally it seems like it heightens awareness and seemingly boosts intellect, filling you with genius ideas you wouldn't have come up with otherwise. Also makes you feel totally at peace. This is definitely not a drug you guys.

Also it's very explosive and can neutralize or amplify poisons.

It CAN become depleted.

It overrides feelings of thirst/hunger/cold/etc.

I didn't know this but apparently the Well of Eternity had something to do with azerite so there's that.

WITH THAT IN MIND, here's my headcanon-y type stuff:

The reason the average IQ of Azeroth hasn't doubled since this intellect-increasing substance started popping up is because extended exposure starts really fucking up your body and mind. Think radiation poisoning. This is a natural substance, yes, but it is absolutely not something mortals should be around. It's the blood of a god, it's not something we should be putting in or on our squishy bodies.

This is a big reason why, in my canon, the Heart of Azeroth was passed around from trusted hand to trusted hand, instead of being the responsibility of one or two people. These people would go around using it to heal wounds across the planet, then pass it to the next chosen person before exposure to such a strong concentration of azerite started really messing with them. (I still have yet to decide where the Heart is now, since N'Zoth doesn't show up during the war in my canon)

Yes azerite can give you these genius ideas while you're touching it, and that's because you're being imparted with a tiny fraction of a god's intelligence. As soon as you stop touching it, you can't remember any of those ideas. It's like a dream; you remember the feeling and general theme, but none of the details. People have tried to get around this by writing down what comes to them while under its effects, but almost none of what they write down makes any sense to a "sober" mind. Imagine suddenly being able to see and draw four-dimensional objects, then having that ability taken away just as quickly. Those drawings aren't gonna make any sense.

Due to the Well of Eternity thing, and stealing from someone else's headcanon (can't remember who, sorry T-T), since elves were created from exposure to the arcane, they're actually really sensitive to azerite (itself being arcane in nature) and can hear a low thrumming/humming when in the presence of a large enough source of it. Most other races can't hear this, unless they're very magically sensitive for other reasons. But maybe some dwarves and really good druids can hear it as well because rocks and nature and whatnot. I know in the game it makes a loud noise but that's so players can find it easier and I don't want it to do that in my canon jnskdnc

Also since it's so explosive, the reason Teldrassil could be burned in the first place is because the catapults were loaded with it :(

In low enough doses/concentrations, it can heal wounds. Repeated usage is not recommended unless you're into vomiting up blood.

It makes you feel physically stronger, but it doesn't make you stronger. Same with how it makes you feel not hungry/thirsty/cold/etc. That's just part of the weird high.

The goblins apparently got ahold of some before the Cataclysm, but after exposure to air it solidified and became inert. Only after Sargeras stabbed Azeroth did this sample regain its crazy properties. Thus, I will say that once the wound in the world is fixed, all the azerite currently above the surface is going to become inert as well.

Basically all this is to justify why the faction leaders aren't suddenly super geniuses playing 4D chess with each other just because they have a glowy rock in their pocket. I figure the royal mages (or whatever) figured out its negative effects pretty quickly and forbade the faction leaders from using it to try and get a leg up on their enemies, unless they want their bones to melt.

#some of that may already be canon but oh well #here are my azerite notes enjoy #black rain #might add more later #writing tag #au lore

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thesingingelves · 3 years

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Names for Nandor

I don’t like the term Nandor and I’ll explain why after I explain a little about the etymologies of Tolkien's Elvish. There are three different timelines to know about when talking about it; internal, external and publication history. Internal History is the history of Tolkien’s languages in-verse. So when Paul Strack (and I will be following his example) says “primitive,” “ancient,” “archaic” or “old,” he is describing the languages history in-verse. External is how Tolkien’s languages changed throughout his life. So when Paul Strack describes a language as “early,” “middle,” “late,” “earlier,” and “later,” he is referring to the external development of Tolkien’s Languages. Publication history is self-explanatory in that it’s the order that information about Elvish languages was published to the general public.

Having explained that, my first issue with the term Nandor is that no one in-verse uses it, except for some Noldorin Historians in Aman and knew nothing about what happened to the group after they refused to cross Hithaeglir, and they could only remember that the leader was named Lenwë (WJ). This is like Washington Irving’s “A History of the Life and Voyages of Christopher Columbus,” where Irving uses sources to write an adventure story framed as a historical biography and now Columbus “discovered North America.” And that’s not even my biggest issue with the word Nandor.

My biggest issue with using Nandor is it’s etymology and internal history. As many people know, the Quenyan word Nandor means, “those who go back.” (SI). This is supposedly referring to how this group refused to cross Hithaeglir. That bits not what I have an issue with... Nandor is derived from the root (n)dan- which describes the reversal of an action or to undo something. The full definition from the War of the Jewels, is “...indicating the reversal of an action, so as to undo or nullify its effect, as in ‘undo, go back (the same way), unsay, give back (the same gift: not another in return).” (n)dan- itself is derived from the primitive form ndando, which means “one who goes back on his word or decision (WJ).” And that last bit is why I hate Nandor. It’s implying that “these are people who will go back on their word, and will flake out at the slightest misfortune.” Words and meanings change, of course, but would a race that has a long memory, loves to give names and plays with language for fun, really not know what they were doing naming their kin that?

Here’s a list of alternative terms;

Danwaith (S.) this was used by the Sindarin lore masters, though sometimes they confused it with Denwaith. This is formed from the words [dan] and [gwaith], which becomes [waith] later in Sindarin. [Gwaith] refers to a group of people and [dan] means “back to,” so the name means “People who go back.” Lenwë (Q.) is the leaders Quenyan name, but his other name is Denweg, hence the confusion. Danwaith, as far as I can tell, is a carryover from when Denweg’s name was Dan, which I’ll get to in a moment (WJ). This term is used to describe those who initially did not cross Hithaeglir.

Dana (Nan.) This is actually from Tolkien’s Middle period (external), and the only Middle period one I’ll go over, so I wouldn’t recommend using it, But I’ll give a quick overview. During this time, the leader of the Dana was named Dan (or Dân) and this is what the Dana called themselves. However, as you might recall, in-verse, (n)dan- come from ndando, so it’s unlikely that they’d refer to themselves as that. It’s other forms are Danas (pl.) and it’s angelized version Danian (LR, WJ, PE). This term is used to describe those who initially did not cross Hithaeglir.

Lindi (Nan.) This is the one I use to refer to the whole of the clan. When the Lindi first came into Beleriand, they called themselves Lindai, which is the old Teleri clan name (Lindâi -> Lindai -> Lindi (Nan) or Lindar (Q.)), but it had become Lindi in their tongue (WJ). Derived from the Sindar or directly from the Lindi, this is also what the Noldorin exiles used. This is derived from the primitive Elvish word lindā meaning “sweet sounding.” The singular is probably Lind (WJ, PE).

Lindil (S.) After the Sindar recognized the Lindil as kin, they adopted the name Lindi and gave it the form Lindil or Lindedhil (WJ). This is used to describe the Elves who followed Denethor to Beleriand.

Laegel (S.) This term later replaced Lindil among the Sindar. It means “Green-Elf,” which is a familiar term for us all! It’s plural is Laegil and it’s class plural is either Laegrim or Laegel(d)rim (WJ). This is used to describe the Elves who followed Denethor to Beleriand. Green-Elf is also used to describe them.

Laiquendi (Q.) This is the Quenyan translation of Laegel. It was translated by the Noldor, though it was not used very much (WJ). This is used to describe the Elves who followed Denethor to Beleriand.

Tawarwaith (S.) This term translates to “Forest (tawar) People (gwaith),” and is a term used to describe Silvan Elves. (UT)

Galadrim (Nan.) is a collective plural that means “Tree-People,” and is used to refer to the Elves of Lórien. The Sindarin equivalent is Galadhrim

Silvan (Eng.) Alt. Sylvan. This is used to describe Elves who never made it to Beleriand, but may have stayed in the Vale of Anduin or settled elsewhere. Other non-Elvish words to call these Elves include, Wood-Elves, Woodland Elves and East-Elves.

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#Names for Nandor #meta #my meta #green-elves #lindi #nandor #silvan #I'm trying a different ref style #lemme know if you like it?

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Double Heart | Chapter One ~ Cosima

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: G

Word count: 2100

Warnings: None

**Read on Ao3 under the user “bonjour-rainycity” if you like!**

A/n Thanks for the love on the prologue <3 also, this is the first time I’ve scheduled a post, so please let me know if something looks weird!

Translations: Av-‘osto = Don’t be afraid // Odúlen le natho = I’m here to help you // Pedil edhellen = do you speak Elvish

I was right — the peace deserts me instantly.

A sharp pain pierces my chest, my lungs ache, and my brain throbs inside my skull. A man leans over me. His long, dark hair tickles my neck. He is beautiful and smiling, but I do not know him. Fear quickens my breath. I try to jerk away from him, but he keeps a firm pressure on my shoulders, holding me in place. He meets my wide, panicked eyes with calm, reassuring ones of forest brown.

“Av-‘osto. Odúlen le natho.”

What? I shake my head at him, fear temporarily making room for confusion. The words he speaks, which had proven so irresistible when I was under the weight of the water, now sound only strange and indecipherable.

I stare at him, uncomprehending and very much on my guard.

His brow furrows, and, when he speaks again, it is with a note of hesitation. “Pedil edhellen?”

“I don’t think she does.” Another voice—confident, commanding—comes from my right. I turn my head just in time to see a tall man in peculiar armor slide off his horse. He takes quick strides towards me, then crouches near my side. “What is your name?”

I find myself momentarily silenced by his proximity, as well as his eyes. They are a clear ice blue—beautiful, depthless—but cold and calculating. They hold none of the warmth the other man’s eyes do, only suspicion. As much as I don’t like behind held to the ground by him, I turn my head, searching for the deep, honest brown I met upon awaking.

He meets my gaze with a soft smile. “Do not feel fear, we are not here to harm you. We found you unconscious and alone near the river, and stopped to help.” His voice is light, unsure, and strangely accented, placing emphasis on the wrong part of the words, but I am pleased that I can understand him now. As if to illustrate his point, that I am not in danger from them, he releases his hold on my shoulders and allows me space to sit up.

“Slowly,” he cautions. “I worry you have hit your head.”

That would explain the pounding. I grimace, supporting myself on my forearms, and turn my head to observe my surroundings. It’s all very green and brown, I suppose, though vibrant, not at all like the waters I found myself trapped under. Tall grass, puddles of mud, a river behind me. I see no roads or signs to indicate where I am.

The man to my right answers my unspoken question. “You are near the Gladden Fields on the bank of the River Anduin.” I recoil. None of those words mean anything to me. I search my mind, trying to conjure up an image, a memory, anything that would give me context as to where I am.

But I come up blank.

“I will ask you again,” the man continues. His voice is hard, completely devoid of patience, and though I don’t exactly want to, I find myself turning my head to look him in the eye. “What is your name?”

Well, that answer, I know. “Cosima. What’s yours?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to stop myself from challenging him a little. I don’t like his attitude, how he acts like he doesn’t have the time to deal with me. He is the one who stopped, after all.

“So she does speak,” an amused voice remarks from over the shoulder of the brown-eyed man. I jump, not previously noticing the two others—blond like the man to my right—who sit high atop large horses.

Okay, that doesn’t seem right.

Fragments of memory come to me, brief flashes of tall buildings, busy sidewalks, and honking yellow cars.

America.

The name comes to me just as my own did—suddenly and detached from other clues. I piece together what I can, and am left with only the feeling that this is wrong. There should not be deserted, untouched land, nor men in armor who travel on horseback.

I should not be here, I realize. Wherever ‘here’ is….

The blond to my right stands, and I shrink back, intimidated by his height. The sword at his hip and the bow on his back make me even more wary.

“I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlórien. The ellon to your left is Baranor, a healer respected by the Lady herself. The ellyn on horseback are Rumil and Orophin—my brothers, and wardens of our realm. Where do you come from? Were you traveling somewhere?”

I don’t recognize half the words he says. Their language and phrasing is unfamiliar to me, which gives me reason to believe that I am not in America. My limited worldview expands slightly, and I become aware of the existence of other countries, vast seas and expansive continents. A theory begins to take form. I must be in another country. Perhaps I was traveling, and hit my head, and now I’ve gotten separated from my group. Though, I don’t have any memory of a group…perhaps I will remember them in time. I did hit my head.

Haldir clears his throat impatiently.

“I…think I’m from America. Do you know if I’m close? Or at least which country I’m in?

For the first time, I see the irritation in his eyes break, giving way to something akin to concern. “You are in Arda.”

I wrack my brain, searching for anything that even remotely sounds like Arda. Africa? Armenia? Nothing helpful comes to mind.

Baranor, still crouched at my side, brings a gentle hand to my temple, brushing his fingers lightly over the tender skin. He notices my wince, and turns back to Haldir. “She definitely hit her head. Her mind is not fully with us…I think that, as she heals, she will speak with more sense.”

“Excuse me,” I huff, annoyed at his assessment of me and them talking as if I weren’t here. “You’re not exactly making much sense, either.”

Haldir purses his lips but gives no other indication that he’s heard me. He turns to his brothers and the three of them engage in quick conversation in that language I do not know.

I keep the three of them in the corner of my eye—just because they haven’t hurt me yet doesn’t mean I should let my guard down—and catch Baranor’s attention. “I can’t remember much—anything, really.”

He nods, looking at me with clinical concern. “I guessed as much. You remember your name and seem to have some idea where you are from, even if I do not recognize the realm. It’s better than nothing—encouraging, even. I believe your memories will return to you with time.”

That’s something, at least.

The one called Rumil hops off his horse and swaggers up to me, crouching low like his brother did. “Are you human?”

I recoil. What kind of question is that? “Of course I’m human.”

He shakes his head, a coy smile on his face. “Do not say, ‘of course’. There are many races in this realm, some much more interesting than the race of men.”

I swallow, pieces of information that I’ve gathered since waking clicking into place.

I don’t want to ask.

Asking might mean confronting, and I’ve only just woken up. I’m not ready for that.

But I have to. Because I’ve woken up in an unfamiliar place with people who don’t speak my language, don’t seem to know anything about the existence of my country, travel on horses, wear armor and, Rumil has just tilted his head to the side, revealing an ear that comes to a point. I bring my hand up to my own ear, checking. Yep. Not pointed.

A sinking feeling settles in my gut. I gather what courage I can. Just ask. There’s probably a perfectly normal explanation. Maybe they’re playing a trick on me. “Are you…not human, then?”

His teasing smile never falters and he gives a sort of mocking bow. “No, my dear lady. You have the pleasure of encountering four of the eldar. We are elves from the realm of the Lady Galadriel. We have been here long before the time of man, and we will be here long after.”

This is ridiculous.

I push myself to stand, Baranor rushing to help. The world sways before me, and I wilt against the cool surface of his chest place. He holds me awkwardly—trying to keep as much distance between us as possible while still supporting my weight.

“I’ve hit my head,” I mutter, trying to fight through the fierce onset of dizziness and nausea. “I-I’ve been in some sort of accident, or had a strange reaction to medicine. Or maybe this is a bizarre dream, and I will wake up and laugh at myself and all this will have been in my imagination, or…or…” My breathing quickens, and I bring a hand to my forehead. My hand is so cold. Is it meant to be that cold?

I pitch forward, and Rumil darts a hand to grip my shoulder and keep me in place. His teasing smile disappears, and he turns to Haldir, looking alarmed. He calls out in that unknown language, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, though the motion makes me feel worse.

“Come on, you’re in my dream, so you can at least speak a language I understand!”

Baranor twists to study my face, his frown deepening. He joins the indecipherable conversation.

“Not you, too,” I whine, glaring accusingly at him. Stupidly, I had already come to see him as a sort of ally. All four of them ignore me which is quite rude, considering they’re obviously talking about me. Their discussion grows heated—they’re arguing.

Dark spots dance in my line of vision and I groan, wanting to lie down. Baranor tightens his grip around me, and his voice rises in volume. Does he have to be so loud?

Haldir barks out something that sounds very much like an order, and I focus long enough to see him mount his horse. Rumil releases my shoulder, sparing me the quickest of looks before returning to his own steed. Before I can process what’s happening, Baranor uses his grip on me to guide me towards the tall chestnut stallion.

I guess his intent.

“No!” I begin to fight against his hold. “I don’t want—”

“Hush now, it will be alright,” he soothes, his hands tightening on me as I try to get away. “We do not know of the realm you speak, but we are on a journey to a trusted friend—a wise friend—who may be able to help you. We will take you with us.”

I go stiff in his arms, weighing my options.

I have no reason to trust his word. But they haven’t hurt me yet, and the fact remains that I have no idea where I am. I probably wouldn’t fare any better on the riverbank. I don’t have food, or supplies, or a map. And traveling with them would allow me to see more of the landscape. Maybe we’ll pass a city, and I can sneak away. And from there…

Well, that’s a problem for later.

So, resigned to my situation for the time being, I nod. Baranor gives me a look of relief—I imagine he has no desire to lift a kicking woman onto a horse—and releases my shoulders to kneel and lock his hands together. I don’t particularly like heights, and this animal is much too tall for my liking, but everything about this day has been absolutely insane. I may as well get on the unpredictable beast. Baranor pushes on my foot as I pull on the horses’s mane. A second later, I’m sat firmly on the animal, Baranor in front of me. I look down to see how high up I am—a clear mistake, especially given the dizziness that hasn’t quite receded—and immediately wrap my arms around Baranor’s stomach. It’s difficult, given the armor he wears, but I manage, seeing as it gives me extra insurance that I won’t go tumbling to the ground.

“Get my attention if you feel faint,” he murmurs, taking the reins in his hands. “There is a canteen of water near your right foot if you get thirsty.”

And, before I can contemplate if I have the core strength to reach for the water and stay on the horse, we’re off, racing along the riverbank and leaving behind any chance I have of turning back.

A/n Thanks for reading! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are so appreciated. Let me know if you would like a tag! See you on Thursday with Chapter Two :)

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autumnslance · 4 years

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When piling onto a post about a specific situation to try to “cancel” others whose content you dislike, keep in mind that there are people who make teenage OCs--particularly if they’re younger/teenage players. The accounts I’ve seen people make comments about state the characters have a 2 year age difference. Teen romance as a genre is different from dark fic portrayals of adult/minor interactions.

I watched Twitter tear apart a teenaged actual live human girl cuz she dared to ship her teenage OC with a Leveilleur twin so people called her, a child herself, a “p*do”. Like, do y’all want a literal child to be lusting after and writing content about getting into it with the adult characters if she wants to write romance? Teenagers have those feelings and relationships, folks. I know for some of us those years were long ago, but young people having such feelings are still valid in this wild year of 2020.

People have their timelines move forward through the expansions from ARR to Shadowbringers, putting months to years between expac events; that’s going to include characters aging in one’s fics and RP, but the 2 year age difference doesn’t change for those young characters. Just like it doesn’t change for the adult characters when writing timelines moving forward. A problem with FFXIV is the lack of definitive timeline and the time bubble preventing in game aging, as opposed to WoW where time passage is tracked and embraced, so characters like Anduin Wrynn get new teen and now adult models after literally growing up over the course of the story. The FFXIV devs have stated this is on purpose to allow players to make their own timelines.

Also hate to break it to you, but all those young adult novels/comics/shows/movies/plays/songs about teenage romances and coming of age tales, many of which are your own favorites or were instrumental in your own youths? Written (mostly) by adults. Including the teen media involving sex, however oblique or explicit they could get away with. Usually for teenagers to consume, and if we’re very lucky, especially for marginalized teens to see themselves and their experiences represented in said media.

So unless you’re advocating banning all media that don’t portray teens as innocent pure virgins who never have a romantic, let alone lustful, thought before their 20th birthday, and put half as much energy into fighting professionally published creators and media conglomerates who produce that material, consider not going after fandom creators’ age-appropriate ships. Especially on a post more concerned about a 30-something year old man being purposefully, visually placed in suggestive situations with his teen daughter showing up without warning in the characters’ searches/tags.

One group is creating teen-focused romance, which is normal and mostly harmless as a common genre. The other is creating an inherently unhealthy and abusive story situation, for whatever reasons they have (that should be put below cuts and tagged better if they’re going to insist on making it so we can avoid it).

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #discourse #shipping #teenagers #child characters #teen romance #this will likely get me some flak #but ffs #there's such a huge difference in the situations #one is just writing teen romance #the other is writing an inherently unhealthy and abusive situation #I focused my degree studies on kid and YA lit #so this is a Thing I have seen and dealt with a Lot

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diaryofomellas · 3 years

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Why don't you do a pros/cons of Lily's Horde Champion series? I'd like to read your thoughts on her work.

First of all, it’s Lily and Mikaila’s Horde Champion series.

I don't usually critique fics publicly in such an in-depth way because, at the end of the day, every single point on this list is subjective. My pros could be someone else's cons because it all comes down to a matter of opinion and personal reading preferences. I don’t think it’s my place to judge or tell other people how they should write their stories.

We are all writing fanfiction out of love for a character or a piece of media and we share with the world very personal novel-length texts for free and as a hobby. Seeing our work displayed like this can be both empowering and discouraging, and only one of those is a desirable outcome of writing fanfiction.

Having said that, and because Mikaila did ask me not to hold back, here are my thoughts on Horde Champion. Yes, some of these things are on both lists. No, I will not apologize for that.

Pros

They have some brilliant word usage at times, gorgeous metaphors that make me question my validity as a writer because I know I could never come up with something that good. Mikaila doesn't get enough credit for this fic but I know at least some of those breathtaking moments are hers and she deserves the recognition, damn it!

Nathanos is a buddy. There's no nonsensical Nathanos hate here, only love for our best grumpy man. He can still be a bit of a jerk — as he should — but he is definitely portrayed in a very positive light.

Sylvanas is portrayed as a caring and loving character, which is a nice change from the cold and evil asshat presented by Blizzard’s canon.

Anevay is a great character that shows us you can still be a nice, generous, loving person even if your life sucks and you're carrying the heavy weight of trauma.

Instead of a long multi-chaptered fic, Horde Champion is a series of short pieces, each with a central theme. Can be easier to follow, especially when it's an on-going thing.

The divergence from canon presents very interesting solutions to problems that blizzard solved with character-assassination and that is never a bad thing.

Cons

Anevay plays the victim card too often. Sometimes it feels like the authors are banking on her status as a trauma survivor to make her likable, and there's no need for that. Anevay is a gem, and she is a lot more than the trauma she suffered.

They seem to have written Anduin to be a total r*pist creep out of spite for the way he is portrayed in other fics. While writing out of spite is one of my favourite things to do, they’ve taken this character so far in the opposite direction that it breaks my immersion in the story because his behaviour is not believable anymore.

Sylvanas is way too soft. Her behaviour borders on "cuteness-overload" at times, which, again, breaks immersion for being out of character.

There's a lot of inherent man-hate. Apart from Nathanos, I can't think of a single male character that is portrayed in a positive light. Either they don't exist or they're not memorable enough to be remembered.

There is a lot of weight and focus given to the romantic relationship between the main characters. It's not a surprise because the authors themselves have described this series as "self-indulgent fluff", but it can become dull at times when there's nothing else going on in the plot and everyone is just commenting on the same things over and over again — on both factions, for some reason.

The fact that this is a series of themed short pieces means there is no foreshadowing and there are no long plots here — what you see is what you get. That lack of depth can be disappointing if you're the kind of reader who enjoys theorising about the plot or if you're looking for a deeper meaning to their words.

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official-alan-dabiri · 3 years

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First and foremost, we have some exciting new changes that everyone can get behind. Absolutely nobody has a problem with the new experience globe mechanics. New experience globes are only at full value for six seconds, and after that are worth 25% exp. And then they last for thirty-nine seconds. Nobody finds this objectionable in any way. This change was not on the PTR due to public outcry from Reddit when it was leaked early, but it’s here live with all of its zero problems fixed.

Another change about which we have received zero complaints is a new tag system behind the scenes. People looking for just the right hero for the situation can easily find it by searching for such keywords as “CC” “Silence” “Sustain” and “Double soak” and find extremely useful and not absolute garbage results. Don’t worry about checking it ahead of time, just get right into draft mode and use it to find the perfect pick!

In addition to those minor and unobjectionable changes, we have removed Volskaya Foundry from the ranked queue, and added everyone’s favorite quickmatch map, Warhead Junction. We have also done this simultaneously with an Overwatch-themed event.

Hero changes below the cut, because this patch is another doozy, with fiiiiiive herooooo rewoooooorks, Four buffed assassins, three nerfed offlaners, two nerfed tanks and we also nerfed the looost viiiikiiiings!

Anduin is the first of our reworks and with him taking a more prominent role in Shadowlands we want to be able to welcome WoW players with open arms. He, uh, doesn’t have a new skin or anything, we just want people to play this game. The central goal of the buff is to improve his healing output in line with other heroes without removing the largest strength in Leap of Faith. As such, we’re just touching literally every part of his kit and talent try and praying that it goes the way we want.

People keep mistaking Johanna for the best tank in the game. This is factually untrue, since Muradin exists. As such, we are just gutting the absolute pants off of Johanna’s talent tree and making it weird and clunky.

For too long has Raynor been the scourge of draft play. Too good to skip, but not scary enough to ban. Perfect macro contributions, with respectable hero damage. Enough self-sustain to take weight off your healer, and self-peel for when tanks are bad. The perfect killing machine. As such, we’ve nerfed his damage into the ground. Start playing Greymane, bitches.

Stitches has proven to be a mediocre bruiser in the eyes of the community. After all these years, I think I know why. We accidentally categorized him as a tank. As such, he needs some serious changes to make him fit that label. This whole time we’ve been balancing him as a bruiser and nobody said anything? This is as much your fault as it is mine.

The average damage output of a ranged assassin has been steadily climbing for a while now. As a result, for a hero to actually be a glass cannon, they need some serious firepower. Valla now has the gunpowder to match her glass. And she’s the glassiest cannon there is. Don’t get me wrong, she still evaporates like a drop of water in California when an enemy hero looks at her. But when she has a solid tank and three healers behind her, the world is your oyster.

Oh my god they didn’t break down the heroes by category. Jesus Christ what the fuck Blizzard? You just decided that this is the line? This is the day you stop caring? Well, congratulations, you’ve made reading your patch notes mildly more inconvenient. I’m still doing this. Ya bunch of jack-offs.

Mei has been grossly overperforming, and we have no idea how that happened. We certainly didn’t buff her over and over again for an entire year. Anyway, we’re just going to roll some stuff back. Definitely probably fine.

It turns out - and bear with me here because this might be hard to follow - Hogger, D.va, and Sonya were all overtuned? For six months? So we’re just gonna tippy tappy them down the smallest little bit. And then slap them around a little for good measure. D.va’s mech form is no longer indomitable, Hogger can no longer solo any merc camp in the game in 12 seconds, and Sonya is now... Basically fine still, honestly. We kinda gave her just a slap on the wrist in comparison. But honestly after gutting Hogger like that, I just didn’t have the heart. One of the benefits from being a little later, alphabetically.

After riding the TLV train up through the ranks, I think it’s about time to recognize that I’m not actually good at them. They’re just overtuned. So it’s time to come back to earth, Icarus. Don’t be fooled by the seemingly-small HP nerf, though. The real nerf is buffing Longboat Raid. People are going to have to pick it to test it and it’s gonna murder their winrate.

Someone told me that Lucio is a problem and needed to be addressed this patch, but my cat came into the home office being adorable so I didn’t hear exactly what they said. So we had to kinda wing it. Hopefully these minor adjustments to his talent tree will solve whatever they were talking about!

Even we know Uther is a problem. Being first pickable and filling three different unique roles was what we wanted to do with Varian not Uther. So we’re going to try and make him incrementally worse at tanking until he just goes away. First up: Shaving off some of that personal armor.

AFK splitpush trash Azmodan is dead. Long live teamfight artillery mage Azmodan. Really glad I made the last HotS Content post about Nova instead of Azmodan because boy howdy do these changes invalidate the entire playstyle that post would have discussed.

W build Falstad has obviously become a problem. Not only was he riddled with bugs after the rework - don’t worry, we learned from our mistakes and made sure there were no bugs with our new reworks - but also he had the ability to point and click on an enemy hero and force them to run all the way to the next lane over in order to stop taking buckets of free damage. It turns out that ability was more powerful than anticipated, and required adjustment.

Q build Falstad has obviously become a problem. Not only was it completely overshadowed by a build that did more damage in every situation with less skill requirement, but we overestimated the value of macro power on a build that demands PvP for stacking. As such, we’ve doubled the amount of power each stack gives him! That’ll do.

AA build Falstad... Stay the course, buddy. Doin’ fine.

Junkrat has been underperforming, which is surprising for a hero with his level of power. As such, we’re going to make a few small buffs to hopefully draw attention, and then we can roll things back once the pickrate reflects his actual power. Hopefully then WE CAN FINALLY MAKE THE MANDATORY CHANGE I PUT IN EVERY MEMO. TYRE. WITH A Y. THAT’S HOW THEY SPELL IT IN AUSTRALIA. KAEO I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU- wait, did Kaeo leave? Who the fuck is still here? Kinnabrew? Adam? Jason? JASON! JASON!?

Tassadar has also fallen off a lot without us having done anything at all whatsoever to nerf him. Entirely undeserved treatment. I’m disappointed in all of you. As such, we’re going to tweak his numbers up just a little tippy tap so that you all remember who killed the Overmind. It wasn’t James Raynor or Sarah Kerrigan. It was Tassadar... Tassadar Bassadar. That’s his last name. Don’t look it up, just trust me.

In the bug fix department, we’ve had a nice sit-down with the Mountain Giants on Alterac and told them that if they have time to lean, they have time to clean. Reaching the end of their lane and expecting the core to come to them is putting undue stress on an already overtaxed position. The core is a very stressful job, and if the mountain giants could just do their part to walk into the core pit when they arrive, that’s a huge load off their shoulders. Drek’thar and Vanndar really needed this expectation taken off them right now, and I’m hopeful it will lead to a better work environment.

#Heroes of the Storm #patch notes #Don't message me telling me Tassadar's real last name #I know it's De La Cruz

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sandwyrm · 3 years

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do garrosh for the character ask thing!

What I love about them: Hot-tempered, a strong sense of honor and loyalty, intelligent, edgy, really good at delivering monologues... he's everything I like in a character. In the hands of any other writer he'd have been so good. What I hate about them: I know Blizzard's problem is that they can't write and piss on perfectly good characters repeatedly, but the way they immaturely decided overnight that Garrosh should be Hitler and to focus so much on his hUrRrR wUr CrImEs while every other military leader did the exact same, or worse *cough*Sylvanas*cough* but never even had someone blink an eye or bring up the term war crime ever again? Yeah. That. I know it's not hating Garrosh, it's hating the writers, but I'm cheating. Yes blah blah writers can't take a character out of character since it's their character, but nah that's bullshit, and they definitely took Garrosh out of character to end up with that caricature at the end of MoP / WaR cRiMeS / start of WoD. So I hate that caricature but since it's because of the writers, I hate the writers. Easy maths. Favorite Moment/Quote: Listen. I actually like a lot of his lines. He calls shit out as he sees it, and I've always loved that about him. Even when they tried to make it edgy and hateable I just snorted because honestly, Mood (like when he goes on a dramatic tirade about the court being a joke or when he goes on about the infighting in the Horde. Like those are facts. The fact that the writers tried to pretend he's crazy for bringing them up will never stop being hilarious to me). But hands down my favorite Garrosh moment is how he deletes himself out of canon in Shadowlands. Just "For the Horde" and explode. You know that "just walk out" skeleton meme? Yeah. That vibe. The SL are supposed to be common from all universes, he's supposed to only be bad in our universe, but he still went to superhell? Because apparently if you're bad once you suffer forever? I'd delete myself from that universe, too. A legend. What I would like to see more focus on: Honestly. Can you imagine if Blizzard writers weren't children that fuck up every good character they ever come up with, and would have actually used his military intelligence and tactical mind and technological inclination to its full potential? I mean, hell, he brought industry to the AU Draenor and it's just some throwaway piece of information. What a fucking waste. What I would like to see less focus on: As I said, the whole touching themselves to the fact that he's Hitler thing. I don't know why the fuck he ended up as the character they visibly hate the most and I guess my incessant whining can't change it, but for real. Enough with the fucking 'hurr Garrosh was the only one who did war crimes, have you seen his trial?' while Sylvanas is there gassing her own people and destroying a civilization, or Vol'jin is backstabbing people left and right during peace times, or Varian is invading Horde lands or or or or or or. Either it's all war crimes or nothing is war crimes. Favorite pairing with: Zaela, but also Saurfang, though it's two different pairings and dynamics altogether. Favorite friendship: Anduin. Those moments with him in MoP and War Crimes were the best thing Blizzard ever shat out in this entire "character arc". And Saurfang. NOTP: idk Favorite headcanon: SL is fake news and Garrosh is actually chilling out in Valhalla with Grom, Saurfang and Varian.

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WoW Q&A panel reaction post

They didn’t want the “Sylvanas’ choice” cliffhanger to be left hanging too long. Danuser says “Anduin was in fact dominated” -- passive voice, not saying who did the dominating. I’m still not convinced the Jailer didn’t end up doing it. *puts on tinfoil hat* Never mind, he said Sylvanas did it. But he stressed there’s a lot more going on under the surface, which was obvious to those of us who really look into the lore and characterization, but good to hear anyway. “Anduin wasn’t in control of his actions there” and it was the Jailer’s voice Thanks for confirming that, too.

The confrontation with Sylvanas at the end of the next raid will be one of the most epic moments in the history of raiding (paraphrased) with “a lot of story wrapped up in that.” *crosses fingers* This could be amazing and vindicating, or it could be gut-wrenchingly horrible. Please oh please do this right, guys.

“Maybe she’ll have a moment to have that eye looked at,” the host teases. :P

They refer to Kyrian!Uther as Bluether in-house sometimes, too. LOL

The Archon survived that attack? Well, screw me and my meme, then.

In 9.1 we’ll pick up where the cutscene ends, and the natural next question is “who else has a key that the Jailer will be after?”

More people played cross-faction alts during BFA than in previous expansions, because the story was so different for each faction. Makes sense.

Danuser says Bwonsamdi was originally a less prominent character, but he was such a hit and the VA was so great that they expanded his role and carried him into Shadowlands, too. Denathrius was similar. He was originally supposed to be killed in the raid but they enjoyed him so much, and the community responded so well to him, that they decided to save him. No spoilers, but they said he still has allies out there who would be interested in stealing Remornia back and freeing him.

For both lore and technical reasons we won’t be able to fly from zone to zone in Shadowlands but once you take the flight path into a zone you can fly within the zone wherever you want. Flying unlocks account wide, thank goodness.

Re: time in Shadowlands vs. outside it: Time is a construct of Order and loses its meaning in cosmic realms outside the realms of Order/Titans. It’s not a simple matter of conversion like “one year on Azeroth equals five weeks in Shadowlands” or something.

Bolvar will be front and center for 9.1, and we’ll get to see him in action again, helping to coordinate the Covenant’s efforts against the Jailer.

Re: will the Darnassus refugees in Stormwind ever get to go back to salvage anything or rebuild: “The devastation to Teldrassil was pretty definitive” so they don’t plan to sweep off the ash and rebuild it any time soon, if ever. The focus of that story now is on the fate of the souls of those who died there, and Tyrande’s quest for vengeance.

The Wandering Ancient mount will be given to anyone with Shadowlands when 9.0.5 releases sometime in March.

#9.1 spoilers #Blizzcon with KS

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cosmicbug379 · 4 years

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Ever Northward Gaze

Guys I made myself really sad with this one. Like so sad I cried writing it at 11 last night. It’s not my normal thing, but here we are. Also the title is actually from the book of Lord of the Rings! In the book, when Boromir dies, Aragorn and Legolas sing the Lament for Boromir and it’s really sad and I’ve been listening to the version on Youtube that Karliene did (she’s one of my favorite artists honeslty and she has some really good LotR and Game of Thrones stuff so definitely check her out, she’s amazing!) and I was being sad about it so here we are. It does not have a happy ending so be warned. Also, i picked some pieces from the book, and some from the movies and I combed through the timeline of the fellowship and looked up a lot of distances and stuff so the timeline and days is as accurate as I could make it and it’s literally only mentioned like 3 times so that’s fun. I also only tagged a couple people cuz I really honestly don’t know who even wants to read this. Okay sorry for the world’s longest Author’s Note.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Boromir x reader

Words: 1496

Warnings: Major character death

It had been months since you had last received a letter from Boromir, and you hated it. You understood why-the need for secrecy had been clear-but you still didn’t like it. The last letter he had sent was from Rivendell, he said he was joining a quest, a fellowship that was setting out to bring the One Ring to Mordor. You knew he left because Lord Elrond had sent word that it had been found, there had been a council called to Rivendell to discuss what to do with it. His father wanted him to bring it back to Gondor, so they could attempt to use it against Sauron, but the Ring was evil, it couldn’t be used against it’s master.

You missed Boromir terribly. He was supposed to come right back, instead it had been 241 days since he had left for Rivendell and 132 days since his last letter had arrived. He was only supposed to be gone a little over 100 days, and now it had been more than twice that since you had last seen your husband.

You had spent most of your time since Boromir’s departure in the Houses of Healing. Ioreth had taught you from a young age, and you quickly discovered you enjoyed it and you were good at it. Faramir always said you were the perfect balance to his brother. He was always the soldier, ready to fight; you always wanted to help people, heal them.

When you weren’t in the Houses of Healing, you were in the rooms you usually shared with Boromir. You enjoyed painting, and you had a balcony that overlooked Pelennor Fields and you could just see Osgiliath in the distance. You also enjoyed singing, and Boromir insisted you had the voice of an angel, even when you told him he was wrong. You were writing a song for when he finally returned to you, but you were stuck. You had been on edge for over a week now, you weren’t sure why, but you had a bad feeling about something. Your sleep had been restless and your dreams troubled when you had them.

7 nights ago you had dreamt that you saw Boromir’s body in a small boat passing down the river Anduin. You were sobbing when you woke up, and stumbled your way to Faramir’s room. He said he had the same dream, and it made you even more uneasy. You were worried. A weight had come over you, you feared you would never see your husband again.

You sat in your room now, reading over his last letter again. The ink had started to fade and the edges were worn. You read his letters often, trying to remind yourself of him, but this was your favorite.

My darling wife,

It has been too long since I last saw you, and I fear it will be even longer still. I regret to tell you this will be my last letter for some time. I have volunteered to accompany a brave young hobbit in his quest to bring Isildur’s Bane to Mordor. I hope our path will bring us close to home and I will be able to see you, but I am not so sure.

We are walking, it is best that way, horses will draw too much attention. It will be a long time before we pass into Gondor or anywhere close to the White City, but I will count the days until I can see you again.

I miss you more than I can put into words, my love. I miss sleeping beside you and waking up with you in my arms. I miss your smile and the way your eyes shine when you do. I miss the sound of you singing to me, and I miss the sound of your laugh. I even miss the way you scold me when I distract you from your work. I cannot wait to hold you again, to kiss you again. You know me better than anyone, and I think you may even know me better than Faramir does. I miss you.

I must stop now, before someone walks by and sees me becoming a blubbering mess over a letter to my wife. Watch over Faramir, father is too hard on him. Don’t let him take anything my father says to heart.

All my love,

Boromir

You weren’t sure when you had started crying, but a few tears dropped onto the fading words. It was a few moments later when you jumped, hearing the sound of a horn. The horn that signified someone was approaching the Citadel. Was Faramir back so soon?

You raced to the courtyard and saw a messenger there. He was carrying something wrapped in a cloth and he had a grim look on his face. The uneasiness you had been feeling for days crept up inside you, stronger than ever. The messenger looked at you and showed you what was wrapped in the cloth. The Horn of Gondor. Cloven in two. Boromir had taken that with him when he left for Rivendell. That means…

“I’m sorry, my lady,” the messenger said quietly.

You heard a scream of anguish, the saddest thing you had ever heard. It took you a moment to realize the sound had come from you. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there sobbing, but it was long enough that your handmaiden became worried. She and Ioreth found you and took you to your rooms, but you barely even noticed they were there.

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You knew Gandalf had arrived in the city with a hobbit that day, and you waited outside the throne room while they spoke to Denethor. You had worn nothing but black for 6 days, since news of Boromir’s fate had reached Minas Tirith. You knew you should put on a finer dress to greet your guests, but you couldn’t bring yourself to wear anything else. All your dresses were ones Boromir had bought for you.

You looked up as Gandalf exited, followed by the halfling. He stopped when he saw you and gave you a look of sympathy.

“My lady… I wish we were meeting again in happier times,” he said quietly.

“As do I, Mithrandir,” you replied. Turning to the halfling you spoke again, “I know Gandalf, but we have not met, what is your name?”

“Pippin, my lady. You are Boromir’s wife aren’t you?”

“Yes, Boromir was my husband… I understand you are a friend of his,” you said, waving away Gandalf’s attempt to scold the hobbit.

“I like to think so... He spoke of you often. He loved you, and he was right, you are indeed beautiful, my lady,” Pippin blushed a little and looked down.

“Thank you,” you hesitated. You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to your next question, but you had to ask. “How did he die?”

Pippin looked at Gandalf, as if asking permission. With a nod from Gandalf he turned from you again.

“He died defending me and my kinsman, Merry. We were north of here at Amon Hen, near the statues of the old kings. There were many Uruk-Hai and he fought bravely to save us. He was pierced by 3 arrows before he fell.” he said.

Your slowly cracking facade of composure finally broke. You tried not to openly sob, but you couldn’t stop the tears leaving your eyes. That sounded like your Boromir. Fighting to defend those who could not defend themselves.

“Thank you, Pippin,” you whispered. “For telling me. I am glad he was at least able to save you and your friend. I hope I get to meet Merry some day.”

“I hope we will see him again too, my lady,” he answered.

“Gandalf? Watch over this one. He is brave and he has a good heart. Boromir would be proud of him,” you said with a sad smile.

Gandalf squeezed your shoulder gently before leading Pippin away. You watched them go, trying to keep your tears at bay. Yes, you could see why Boromir loved this little hobbit. Even from the short conversation, you could see it.

You wandered to your rooms again, telling your handmaiden not to disturb you unless absolutely necessary; you wanted to be alone. You went through your wardrobe, looking for one of the shirts Boromir had left behind. When you found one, you held it close to your face. You could still smell him on it, you didn’t want to think about when you would no longer be able to.

You collapsed onto your bed, sobbing into the shirt, clutching it tightly to your chest.

Boromir was gone, and he wouldn’t be able to come back to you now. You wouldn’t kiss him again, or hold him or fall asleep next to him. You wouldn’t have children that you would raise to be healers and warriors. You would be alone now for the rest of your days, with nothing but his memory.

Tags: @rzrcrst @longitud-de-onda

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanfic #lord of the rings fanfiction #boromir #boromir x reader #boromir fanfic #boromir fanfiction #get ready for sadness

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😍 Who are 5 people your character finds attractive? - From @asharinhun

Roselyn stared, her initial exclamation the utter definition of dubiousness. “....I dunno?? I mean, there’s alot’ve people! An’ I’m not very...” She struggled with the particular descriptor she couldn’t express in the moment of being put on the spot. ”--people-y?”

The artist’s lips twisted together with a wryness until she formed a small sigh, blinking into her own thoughts. “Okay okay okay...let me think...” Absently opening her sketchbook, Rose flipped through pages to try to jog memory of faces that caught her attention, and perhaps her artistry, at one point or another.

“Ohh! So...there was this baker. Didn’t quite get her name exactly but, ehm.” Rose eyes the breezy sketch lines of one @lian-quinne she’d started on a whim one day on sight of said baker, and forgotten. “Very red, long hair. Braid...really big bow in it? She...uh, she had this very gentle face? And the greenest eyes. Not green like...forest typical green but...uh, algae green I guess. Okay that doesn’t sound nice at all but. I thought her eyes were nice to look at. Sometimes redheads are just...sort’ve too much. But I think she was warm and just...nice, and she stood out the day I saw her. Like someone not intimidating. And she had these amazing cookies. I mean, who doesn’t like that? Heh.”

Another few page flips passed, and Rose paused on another familiar face - or rather eyes she had attempted sketching. “Riiiight, Mister Araelson. Vik...tor Araelson.” The sketchbook was settled onto her knee, taking the pencil from behind her ear to toy with shading for the dark pools that encompassed the subject’s intense gaze. “Probly what you think about when you think “gentleman”. From the home country too. Suppose I have a natural liking for the sort. But ehm...there’s...this sort’ve...way that Mister Viktor has about him that’s...just...” Roselyn wet her lips with some nervousness as she floundered for a word that would be proper to use. “...well a-a way that’s hard for me to capture in art just yet. Quite like it when he comes around, but...eheh, I think I just seem like a fool t’compare.” { @viktoraraelson }

Rose tucked her pencil back in place and continued flipping to past sketches, until she’d stop once more on another particular page, showing it off to Asharin. A half-smile started on her lips for the messy linework of a Kal’dorei figure depicted, but Rose’s expression was weakened by a sad wistfulness. “Lady Lilinoa. I don’t...I don’t think I could ever really do her justice, really. She was...ehm...a Priestess of Elune. She took care of me when and some of the Worgen when we all made it t’shore after Gilly. And...it’s funny you know. Humans just sort’ve get more wrinkly as we get older. But elves? I think they just get more beautiful. And Lady Lilinoa was old, and very, very beautiful. Like...sort’ve porcelain? Sort of looked like you could break her, she was so delicate and...unreal. She was just one of those that lit up a room, you know? Or...trees. And I don’t think she ever made it out’ve Teldrassil but...I know she lives on somehow. Probly. She always said we were all made of stars.”

“And uh, Prince Anduin. I mean King Anduin. Well of course he’s...handsome. He’s the bloody King.” Rose mumbled mostly to herself in a heckling manner. “Probly a requisite for royalty. Quite sure he’s pretty behind all the kingly-ness, but when you’re on parade for a whole city it’s just...ceremony t’be pretty. ”

“And I guess...you?” She shrugged up at the Druid now. “I mean, you’re not hard to look at. And...uh.” Rose’s eyes trained on the tail of his violet hair, idly rambling as if the compliment was simply fact. “I really like how your hair transfers to all your forms when you Shift. You made it into the some sketches too but like I said...I don’t think I ever...really...just... capture the things that catch my eyes the way I want to half the time.”

{ @asharinhun }

#IC #Writing #About Rose

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redisaid · 4 years

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um hello this isn't your wife. canon valadrin fight, its not nice

Hello mysterious woman who I am definitely not married to and clearly have no idea who you are. Here is your OTP being dicks to each other.

“Come home? Are you serious? That’s what this is about?”

They’d met on a ridgeline, on the hills overlooking the crater where Dalaran had once sat instead. As neutral a ground as any, or so Valeera had claimed. A short wyvern flight from where Liadrin was stationed in the Horde war camps in Arathi. A longer one from Stormwind further south for Valeera, but she had needed time to think.

It hadn’t been enough, still.

“Valeera, please,” Liadrin began. She reached out for her, gauntleted hand heavy as it was left hanging in the air.

Valeera twisted away from it. “You think you know where my home is? And you think to call it Silvermoon?” “This world is descending further and further into chaos as the days go on,” Liadrin tried to explain. “I’m sure you know that as well as anyone. The Horde has no Warchief. The Alliance is split between Tyrande and Anduin. The armies on both sides are exhausted from this war. Who’s to say how long either faction has until it splits, until the promises that held it together turn to knives in the backs of those you once called friends?”

Despite the resplendent red and gold of her armor, she looked so tired, so dull beneath it. The confident, vibrant woman that Valeera had once been so entranced with was gone now, replaced by an elf that now very much looked her age. The centuries weighed on Liadrin today, and with them, worries Valeera still thought unfounded. But gods if it wasn’t frightening to see her like this. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re so out of your mind as to write me and tell me to ‘come home’ of all things!” Valeera objected regardless.

“Would you be safe in Stormwind, if Anduin were deposed? If he decided he’d rather not honor his father’s promise to protect you? I can protect you in Silvermoon. I can keep you safe there,” Liadrin offered.

She reached out for Valeera again, golden eyes pleading. Valeera backed away. Her right hand settled on her hip, waiting to draw one of her daggers. At the same time, the realization that she was so ready to do so against Liadrin was too much. Everything about this was too much.

“You’d call that home for me? A prison of your making? Sure, you’d keep me nice and safe in your fancy apartments. What about if I wanted to go outside? What would the citizens of our fair elven city have to say about a traitor walking about in their midst?” Valeera reminded her.

“I could get Lor’themar to pardon you!” Liadrin said, as if shouting it would make the words make more sense.

“Pardon me for what? I haven’t done anything wrong!” Valeera found herself yelling back. “Everything I have done, I have done to survive. Just like any other Blood Elf. But I doubt they would agree. I don’t need them to agree.” Liadrin stopped reaching for her. She took a deep breath, then stood back in a clank of metal on metal. She rested her hand on the pommel of her sword, but not in a way that was threatening. No, in a way that said all of this was too heavy for her. Her armor. This conversation. This world and its constant wars.

“I just wanted to give you a home, Valeera. Some place to belong. Some place you could always come back to, even if everything falls apart,” she said, softer now, defeated.

Valeera forced her hands in front of her. She was still angry. So angry. Why did everyone else always think they knew what was best for her? When would this ever go away? She wasn’t a child anymore. Hell, thanks to how her people had ignored her as just another orphan, she’d hardly been allowed to be a child in the first place.

How different would her life have been, if she had grown up as Liadrin did? She didn’t have her parents either. But she had been adopted. She had been guided and helped and supported. And now she was the one with a place in elven society. She was the one so graciously extending an offer that most people would be daft to refuse. But without that support, without that foundation, Valeera had grown up with different values, and different things she cared much more about than her safety.

“Have you thought about what I might consider to be my home?” Valeera asked her. “That it might be something different than you? That for some people, home isn’t the place where their bed is? Or where they get their letters addressed to?” “Where is home for you, Valeera? Please. Tell me. Tell me I don’t have to worry,” Liadrin said. Valeera decided that she didn’t like her this way. That she would much rather hear her deep voice booming through the mountains and canyons that surrounded them, rather than to be so meek as it could barely be heard from the hum of the arcane energy that still radiated from this place.

“Wherever I want it to be. Tonight, it will be an inn somewhere you won’t or can’t follow me to. Maybe Menethil Harbor. A place I can drink myself stupid on dwarven beer. Tomorrow? I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll be asked to run a message to Boralus again. Maybe I’ll just disappear for a bit and not do what anyone asks of me for a while. But that’s up to me. Home is where I want it to be, when I want it to be,” Valeera told her.

“What about with me? What about the nights we’ve shared together? I could give you that every day,” Liadrin nearly begged.

Valeera half expected her to fall on her knees. If Liadrin did that, well, she wouldn’t know how to handle it. She wouldn’t know if she would laugh or cry. Or both. Probably both.

“But you couldn’t,” Valeera told her. “You couldn’t make that promise. I’m not everything for you. You’re not everything for me. Let’s just be honest about what we are.” “And what is that?” Liadrin asked.

“Something not meant to be permanent.”

The words stung to say, true though they were. Like acid on the lips. Valeera regretted them as soon as she said them. But, there it was. She had said them now, given them voice, and brought them to Liadrin’s ears.

The burden of their existence was now hers alone to bear.

#red answers #prompt #valadrin #honestly the only canon valadrin fight I can think of is always this one #liadrin just wants to have valeera wear her shirt and nothing else and make her breakfast every morning #and honestly she's valid #cuz that sounds pretty ok to me tbh

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