i was going through my very old account, marchwarden-haldir, and i was reminiscing about how much i miss him. i may or may not add him to this account. we’ll see! i loved him, but i’ve lost track of so many of my followers and it makes me sad D: he will always be a favorite of mine, especially because roleplaying as him first got me into tumblr and online rp in the first place

“DONT”

Finduilas gasped softly at the sudden feeling of the wall behind her. Her blue orbs found his features, confusion in her own. He knew of her plans to travel back to Caras Galadhon. Her Aunt wanted to discuss what her future plans and where the road would lead for her. 

“Meleth nin...we’ve talked about this already.” A soft smile found her lips as she stared up and into those brilliant cerulean hues. “I’ll be back in two days. No longer, no less.” 

@cevenost // of mouthy dwarves

     “You can’t keep us here-” Kili’s gaze was fiercely defiant-- though perhaps not exactly helping the situation the dwarves found themselves in. Thorin had already declined the king’s deal, and none of his company would be swayed otherwise. But still- there was a fire there, the youngest of Durin-blood not any closer to backing down from Thranduil. 

          the sight in front of her simply took her breath away, making her unable to move an inch. She gazed upon the man standing in front of her, upon the silhouette sculpted by some higher, more powerful beeings. She tilted her head to the side with a small smile upon her lips. The way the moonlight shone in through the balcony door, the way it illuminated him, giving off a truly royal aura.

          “It is not as easy to get used to as it seems, meleth-nin.” Alathiel whispered as she walked fully into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She chuckled, the gold of the wedding bad feeling unfamiliar but perfect at the same time. The dark haired melleth walked up to her husband, to the Aran, emerald eyes shining in nothing but love --- adoration.

            “You are-” The words seemed to get stuck in her throat as she reached out her hand and gently glided her fingers across his chest, down to Thranduil’s stomach “---MAGNIFICENT.”

&& @cevenost  // cont

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I lowkey ship ?

omg- likewise.

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Maybe he should have known better than this. 

Maybe he should have realized that while escaping the prison had been an easy task thanks to Nori’s lessons in lockpicking, the kingdom itself was very complicated and in no time the young dwarf was wandering lost.

They had heard nothing of Bilbo, so getting the company out rested on his shoulders at the moment. His brother would keep the prison guards distracted while he did some snooping around. While dodging in the shadows to hide from the guards patrolling the hallways, Kili slipped in a room behind his back and let out a soft sigh, turning around only to freeze on the spot.

This was…. this seemed like the royal chambers.

Having no time to escape the room as he heard steps close in on his location, Kili spun around and pressed himself against the wall beside the door, holding his breath. Maybe he’d get a jump on the person coming in, and could make a run for it.

Thrandy voice: I’m gonna smooch u ( @cevenost )

*blows elf bf a big ol kiss* 

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In all their years of marriage, they’d never truly fought. Maybe argued over little things such as when she was leaving and he didn’t want her to, but those were nearly play fights. Other times he didn’t like that she wandered too far, or she argued that he was being too stiff on certain days. But, they always made up; never going to bed angry at each other. But, the day he said he was going to war was the day she lost her mind, her heart sinking and staying settled in her stomach.

For hours upon hours, they argued. He couldn’t go! It was too dangerous and she wouldn’t let him leave. But, he had it set in his mind, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. So, instead, she went with. With her face dirtied and hair hidden, the elleth marched with the rest of the troops, blending in from sight. Those who noticed her kept their mouths shut, the icy gaze of a determined queen was a tell sign she was naught to be messed with or given away.

But, there she was in the camp, sharpening her blade, when a hand grabbed her up by the neck of her breast plate and began to drag her away. Ugh. Galion. She had been found out. Her husbands right hand man dragged her through the flaps of her husbands tent and presented him to her as if she were a jewel thief.

“I will not apologize for being here. So, if that is what you are expecting, you are surely mistaken.”

@cevenost

@cevenost | you horrible person, you.

Haldir could see that of Thranduil’s features as he marched up the hill. A brow was raised as he could see the anger in his eyes and especially how his lips turned into a frown instead of their nonchalant straight line. That icy gaze he was given made him stand up, brushing his uniform off, and move to that of his tent which had already been set up, prior to the King’s arrival. It was obvious that he would want to...chat. 

Once inside, his red cloak was removed from his shoulders and draped lazily onto that of the chair which was ready for Thranduil’s perching. As the tent flapped behind him, the warden turned to face that of the elven king and looked up to him, nonchalance in his eyes. “I’m not here on my own terms. Celeborn said he would lend assistance to that of the Elven king. He knew you would not accept our help if I asked you directly, so he sent me on his own terms. I had to oblige, Thranduil...” 

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//You’re going on there because you’re a precious bab.

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ALIGNMENT?

Neutral Good: 93%:

You put your own beliefs above all else, and they are not evil. In fact, your beliefs might be better than so called You are more of a modern kind of good. You are willing to break or use the law to defeat those you see as evil, and, though you prefer the truth, you are willing to lie to get those who are evil imprisoned or exposed. If you are working for an evil villain, you most likely are using him as a way to stop greater evils

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"Is that my shirt?" ( this would be ?? cute ?? )

@cevenostA bright smile, young and untainted by the pain of the outside world, beefed up at his father as the elfling flapped at the too long sleeves. Really the shirt was more of a dress on the youth, but Legolas was thrilled that he had found the shirt. Golden locks were topped with a small circlet of flowers he had made earlier to mimic his own father’s crown. “I king! Ada, I king!” He giggled, toddling over to reach for his father.

Queens were expected to marry and bear children for their kingdom. Sansa Stark was no different. She was Queen in the North and she ruled over all of the houses that occupied the North. All twelve houses had pledged their loyalty to Sansa the day she returned to Winterfell and Sansa made sure to rule over them fairly yet sternly just like her father had before her. But even she was not free from the duties that were expected of a Queen. It was decided that she had to find a husband who could give her heirs and who could help her control the North. It was Lord Manderly who suggested that Sansa find herself a foreign husband. It would help her forge bonds with other lands just in case the Lannisters decided to invade Winterfell. It was suggested to her to marry none other then the Elven King himself. That would give her an army and grant her bonds to a foreign yet powerful land. Sansa penned the letter to the Elven King herself. The last thing she wanted was for the King to think that she was a weak Queen who had others speak for her. No, she would let them know that she was strong, that she would never be cowed and she would never submit to any husband no matter who he was.

SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: AHHH DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE! I HAVE SO MANY

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: I am suuuper up to shipping. Findu literally loves meeting any and all sorts of people. Except for bad guys. The only interactions she’s ever had with them is chaining her up or fucking with her mind. Sooo....

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Welp. She’s an elf...so that’s kind of hard to pinpoint exactly. If the person looks like they’re underage, like a human who is under 18, she won’t go for it. At all.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Definitely. We’ve had some rough times in the past, lots of muses leave and she never hears from them again, so unless there’s been a long running of interactions between Fin and a certain character, there will be nothing until their time together is seasoned and they’ve mad a connection.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: Blood, violence, domestic abuse, rape, sex, etc. If you have to hide your phone from people in public or exit/scroll/switch tabs, it shouldn’t be read in public. 

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:   Turin, Beleg, Thranduil, Ketiley. These are our main running and who have really captured Fin’s heart. There have been plenty of here-and-there’s, but they’re no longer around so they’ve been archived.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Yes. Especially if it’s supposed to be a pre-established relationship. But, mostly, it has got to be chemistry. You can waltz into the inbox and spout poetry for her, but it won’t matter until you’ve actually interacted and seen all of her good and bad.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: I love to ship. But, as I’ve said, I’m very selective. It has taken me literally years for her to establish a relationship with ONE person (you know who you are you sly devil), and it is the BEST thing that has ever happened. I would rather take years to establish a relationship than have a one-and-done

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: II like character building. It sets up a story, shows how far two people have come together. It all depends on who is on the other line with Fin.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: I don’t mind it

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: I CAN’T PICK. IT SHOWS FAVORITISM. 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: It has to be an adventure. Turmoil, heart break, happiness, all of it! Show me your deepest and darkest, and Fin will show in return! Take her good, her bad, and her utterly awful. 

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After the war that became known as the Battle of the Five Armies, the dwarves and elves began forming tentative bonds with each other. Thorin was not pleased about it, but without the elven healers, none of the Durin's would have survived their wounds. Thorin definitely wasn't going to meet the elven king himself and instead had chosen to send in Kili, seeing how the young dwarf had always shown interest in the elven kin and seemed to get along with them better than any other dwarves. 

With the jewels Thranduil had asked for safely tucked in the pouch on his waist, Kili arrived in Mirkwood only to end up in between young elves snow fight. The winter had been quite harsh on them that year, but it didn't seem to slow the younglings down and it wasn't long until Kili felt a snowball hit his back. There was a mortified silence as the elves expected Kili to snap at them for throwing a ball at the prince, but instead, they got a face full of snow as the young prince returned the fire. It had been ages since he had played around in the snow so carelessly, his laugh mixing together with the children. 

Of course, all fun had to come to an end, and in this particular moment, it came with a poorly aimed snowball that hit Thranduil's chest, the elven king either out to enjoy the day or looking into the commotion they made. The elves froze in fear, but Kili brushed a wet hand through his mess of a hair and bowed his head to the king. 

"Sorry about that, my aim hasn't been the best lately."