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blankdblank · 5 years

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Harp Strings, Pebbles and Kings

… @c-s-stars

..Thorin..

Weddings are meant to be joyous occasions, as are births, but on the eve of the King Under the Mountain’s wedding while the couple reluctantly retired to fulfill their duty the two crown Princes stole their chance to flee theirs. For all she appeared to be the Queen was nothing up to par, corrupt and cruel from the moment the crown was placed on her head. Thankfully after their first bedding conception had occurred freeing the King to locking his Queen in a Royal cottage fully guarded on the grounds with plenty of noble ladies to keep her occupied and ensure his heir’s safety. All trace of the boys had faded with the wind and as a cry filled the mountain another set of cries sounded at the loss of their Queen, taken by an unseen ailment obscured by the womb in all her check ups.

But for all the joys of the arrival of the new infant a reluctance spurred in the hearts of the Council at two words, a girl. No heir had been achieved with the union with the woman from Esgaroth, a match far from the top of their liking but those from Dwarven lines demanded too much for their kin in return and all showed a reluctance to match with the tolerably attractive Dwarf regardless of his title. Especially with the fears of his being a Mad King. For decades now he’d searched without luck for the source of his treasured harp, one whom he said sang to him and played for those lucky to see it.

Mithril, sacred metal treasured especially to the Dwarves, but none could find any more than 70% pure, at least until this single harp coming across the King’s path by chance in a slew of presents when he had returned from his first tour of duty in battle, one that had taken the life of his Uncle Fundin. The single note attached simply stating, “May the music of this harp grant you a moments peace from the sorrow of passing darkness.”

With furrowed brows the Prince drew back the velvet layer wrapping the harp making him gasp at the immaculate shimmer from the polished mithril forged instrument earning similar sounds from all gathering to inspect it. For days all nobles stole a chance to ogle the priceless gift before the Prince rushed into his Parent’s rooms to drag them from bed only to gawk at the self playing and singing harp.

Once I had a secret love

That lived within the heart of me

All too soon my secret love

Became impatient to be free

Deeply in Khuzdul the King sat with tear stained cheeks shouldering the harp with his crying daughter, who was swiftly falling silent staring up at her Father in apparent awe as he sang and played for her.

So I told a friendly star

The way that dreamers often do

Just how wonderful you are

And why I am so in love with you

All the years flew back to him as he remembered doing the same for his Nephews, watching these same strings often play for them under the light of the moon and stars. All these years and he knew, somehow he could feel it, his One had sent him this gift to aid him in remembering the light. How, he knew not, but one thing he was certain, around it he did not feel alone, you were with him somehow. For years he searched each inch for any trace of a hidden slot or pocket some mystical being might be trapped within without any luck leaving him to assume it was under some enchantment of your making, one to assure him you would be along soon. But adoringly watching his little girl coo in his lap his mind wandered curious as to how you would accept her into your life when you did arrive.

Now I shout it from the highest hills

Even told the golden daffodils

The more he played the more his mind raced and heart ached, not just for the worries concerning his precious pebble, but for the Brother’s that had fled their home for the marriage he could no longer hate for the pebble it had given him. The longer he stared into her bright blue eyes as she tapped her hands on the bow of the harp beside her and his leg he felt his worries slip away, just for a moment as your voice echoed through the harp mingling with his for the last two lines.

At last my heart's an open door

And my secret love's no secret anymore

… Mallory …

Now I'm about to give you my heart

But remember this one thing

I've never been in love before

So you gotta go easy on me

Deep crimson curls fell to the ground as did the tears of the Dwobbit staring angrily into the mirror at the deep black circles trailing down her spine surrounded by Dwarvish runes traced out in series of dots and geometric lines marking each of the trial she had passed. Thickly she could read, loyalty, honor and trust. The three toughest to achieve inked over the harshest spots on the spine to ink in between the thin tip resting between the indents on her lower back with the hilt of a sword visible at the base of her neck and shoulder blades, or rather the burn scar where it was. The tip of the hilt normally was to be inked with the Groom’s name at the end of the service while he marked his Bride’s onto an earlier decided location, an event never to take place as for an hour of her waiting in the church he never even called to say he wasn’t coming.

I heard love is dangerous

Once you fall you never get enough

But the thought of you leaving

Ain't so easy for me

With all her things packed and a new haircut sealing what she hoped to be a new beginning the disgraced Dwobbit fled Orcarni for safer pastures, the distant Bree. Hopefully a home away from the shameful glances and knowing looks of all that dared imagine to one day warn the former Bride to be of her intended’s shoddy reputation in town.

Don't hurt me

Desert me

Don't give up on me

What would I wanna do that for?

Softly to herself in the moonlit train Mall hummed song to her favorite song playing on her ipod, missing the flashes of white light leaving her skin as large poles along he way cast shadows over her skin. The white light on her again shifted her bright green eyes to one hazel and one bright blue while two strips of her pulled back hair shifted to blonde and dark brown. Her one link to her, either oddly appearing One or very distinctive Ones she had yet to find any trace of.

Don't use me

Take advantage of me

Make me sorry I ever counted on you

Off the train as the sun was rising Mal’s green eyes landed on her ebony haired purple eyed distant Cousin greeting her with a large smile as she shifted the mirror image of a Daughter on her hip to hug her relative after stepping around the stroller holding her Son, like her, but with painfully blue eyes. That single hug grew as Mal leaned into it, relishing the comforting contact from someone she knew not to ever harm her. Safely little Suzsienne nuzzled closer to her Mother’s side on the path down the three blocks through the small town center out to the small cottage just on the outskirts as Celebrimbor II slept soundly holding to his stuffed anvil. A soft gasp came from Mal as she eyed the small garden and bird bath slowly filling with a couple brightly colored birds at a time.

One, two, three, four to the five baby, I'm counting on you

The small home furnished to the bare bones but it still felt at home right away stirring a comforting smile onto the Dwobbit’s face as she eyed her quaint bedroom in a pale teal shade on the walls opposite the pale yellow nursery. Curiously she peered in the other rooms before asking, “Am I turning you out? There’s just one bed.”

With a soft giggle Jaqi led her through to the stained glass enclosed back sunroom with sheer curtains drawn over the glass walls rolling up as the sun rose to allow the sunlight in to the few planters packed with herbs and veggies surrounding a suspended circular cushion. In a glance at Mal she giggled again saying, “I like to sleep under the stars.”

Mal nodded peering up at the sky through the colored glass above, “It does sound lovely.” Wetting her lips she asked, “Where are we working again?”

Jaqi smiled saying, “Let’s get you some breakfast then we can go over.”

Understand I've been here before

Thought I found someone I thought I finally could adore

But you failed my test, got to know her better so I wasn't the only one

But I'm willing to put my trust you, baby you could put your trust in me

Three days in and she had melded into the small instrument shop in a small strip of stores. There Jaqi forged instruments and led the majority of musical classes while Mal helped fill in a few on proper technique while one of the other instructors guided the children on reading the sheet music, something Mal was far from at ease in with only the skill to play from memory and by ear from what she imagined it to possibly sound like.

Just like a count to three, you can count on me and your never gonna see

No numbers in my pocket

Anything I'm doing girl I'll drop it for you

'Cause you're the one I'm giving my heart to but I gotta be the only one

The stares in town started on her first day and lingered each day since, first at the new face but continuing at the curious relationship between the musical instructors. Always glares came from Jaqi in defense of her unnamed Cousin silencing the advances of any Men that were far from desired, soon naming them as lovers and not the relatives they truly were. But the pair didn’t care as long as they were left to heal in peace. In the day working together and as they were cleaning up after long shifts always their shared favored song would play once again for the pair to sing and dance along to between melting hugs and shared giggles at naming their day dreams and plans for the future.

I really hope you understand

That if you wanna take my hand

You should put yours over my heart

I promise to be careful from the start

I'm trustin' you with lovin' me

Very, very carefully

Never been so vulnerable

Baby I'll make you comfortable

… Fili/Kili …

A few months Mal eased into the schedule well enough until a pair of Dwarves arrived in town, curiously enough finding their way into the art shop next door and instantly locking their eyes on the pair of women guiding a class of Children on their lesson on the guitar. Frozen in place the crimson haired green eyed woman drew their eyes as they felt an instant pull to the woman whose face had been locked in their minds for years now, one they had failed to capture in the fuzzy images now instantly clear in a single solitary glance.

Though the glance ended with the elderly art shop keep who shook his head after following their gaze, “Wrong tree lads. Best avert your eyes now, that ebony haired Lass won’t take too kindly to you ogling her Partner.”

Sharing a glance after however the Brothers refused to believe it was true. Instead turning to eye the pair of women in the next shop over again wondering who they both were as the shop filled with curious women and teens all milling about eagerly peeking at the sketches and paintings they had set out in hopes of selling them in the shop. The crowd alone brought out a smile on the owner’s face only growing at the gleeful squeals at the owner’s offering them jobs in his shop and a small apartment in the strip behind the shops. Allowing them both a greater chance of keeping watch over the pair for any sort of answers to the growing list of questions.

But each night they would see the worn pair start to dance and sing, slowly locking the words into the Brother’s hearts as they hummed along. Lyric by lyric their untold worries seemed to drift away with only glimpses of what could be the source of their pain, a single brush of the loosening bun on their One’s head off of her neck revealed the heart shattering truth others had whispered about in her absence. Their One, betrayed and left at the alter while the other bore only a single mark, a broken arrow inked into her right index finger marking her as a Widower, partially covered by a ring assumed to be the little boy’s inherited ring from his Father.

For all they could learn on Mal her watcher drew far more worrying questions as to how they had met and how they would possibly manage to fit into their lives. So day by day they would watch and wait. Learning more and more in each passing moment, a single nose scrunch here, a wince earning paper cut there all piled around each and every painfully quirky and adorable trait she bore. The stacking of spare instruction books into castles, they way she seemed to always ram her foot into the same piano, how she couldn’t ever seem to unlock her violin case without almost dropping the instrument inside. The little snowflakes and paper chains she would make between lessons she would hide in the shop to irritate the guys working there at the inconvenience only to make her giggle at their hidden adoring smiles at the thoughtful gifts.

One, two, three, four to the five baby, I'm counting on you

One, two, three, four to the five what would I wanna do that

One, two, three, four to the five baby, I'm counting on you

One, two, three, four to the five

Confirmation had finally been granted at the overhearing of a conversation between the pair on their way home of Mal trying to convince her watcher to date the obviously swooning delivery man quickly pointed out to be married earning a groan from Mal as the Brothers grinned madly at the truth that she was free to be wooed as Jaqi was the only other possible source of competition to the pair. In their apartment the pair eyed their un-sellable collection of art on their mysterious love and came up with an idea as they both tucked their treasured stuffed Lion and a Wolf into hidden pockets inside their jackets after their absent minded clutching of them for the gentle pulsing of what seemed to be Mal’s heart beat through it.

No I'm about to give you my heart

So remember this one thing

I've never been in love before

Yeah, you gotta go easy on me

… Jaqiearae …

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” You should really have these words inked on you or stitched into a pillow or something. For how often the words echoed in your mind, reminding yourself that pain was a natural thing in all our lives.

Yours all the more so, the only Great grandchild of Elf Father Imin and High King of the Valinor, Ingwe, upon his awakening Imin knew at once his race would all but be hunted in the future for the secrets they bore. Between the races differences were evident, for the Vanyar mainly being far brighter and all but relying on their gifted moon and stars for their strength, glistening freckles were the main marker for your kin along with bright glowing purple eyes and slightly sharpened canines. The animalistic impressions they gave reminded the other Elves, that though passive in the ways of war until pushed to the point of aggression, there was a lingering bite waiting to be issued if required.

Wars came and your Grandfather Ingweon remained with his Father while your Grandmother took you and ran when your homes were under the threat of being overtaken after your Parents had fallen to a coup inside the palace. You were just a young teen at the time but as soon as you were secured with her distant Cousin’s kin in the Shire she had left with the next rising of the moon. Safety was your only promise from her, without any of her returning again, a single glance at her last turn to see you upon her leaving that smial was all you had left of her. The comfortable home must have tapped into the quarter Hobbit in your blood from your Father’s line secretly linking you here but did nothing to ease the pain of why you had to be sent away alone.

Jaqiearae Imineon was no more allowed to be uttered, Jaqi Pear was your new name, with your only time among Elves being out under the rising moonlight leaving those able to see your eyes in their borrowed shade of a heart breaking blue. But one young Elf, a new resident of Lindon not far away grew shockingly close to you, Celebrimbor, the brightly smiling glimmer of hope in your enforced exile. Time passes and with that comes growth, of the heart and of the body, your truest friend had poured his heart out to you and gained yours in return. The kind selfless future Prince of the Noldor had chosen his bride against his family’s wishes. Away you ran and eloped, sealing your bond in each way possible with tangled embraces not lasting long as you were quite literally cast from his arms as his kin came to drag him away from your marital bed and off to his family land out in Eregion.

Measures were taken to inquire as to an annulment but were not long needed when a few short years after his being taken from your bed word had spread of a wave of mourning for the House of Feanor, mainly his youngest heir, Celebrimbor. But alone in your grief as you wept in a ball on your gifted bed at the Midwife’s cottage you swore your Children would know their Father so painfully torn from knowing them, and would always be safe after hearing the news in passing from an Elven guest for another Mother. Quietly you named the Father to the clueless Hobbits only taking the sadness in your eyes and place alone here as proof enough for your loss they did not question.

Letters were all you were granted in your seperation, slipped into envelopes possibly bartered off other soldiers from the far off Eregion. The second to last bearing a platinum ring with a polished large ruby in the center with a note marking it, “This is Narya, may it find you safely through your perils until we meet again my Dearest Tingilindë.” Though your meeting again would not happen for some time due to the widespread news. News that came before one last letter, one that still sat unopened to this day in your painful grief.

Five years now since his being taken from you your twins freshly entering in the tolerable threes gladly welcomed their distant kin into their home and daily lives in milling about in the music shop until your shift had ended. The glass walls always around you brought on the stares of all, each more curious than the last as to where the Father was until you had spent a few of your saved gold coins for the ink naming you a widow to all without having to voice the painful word. But the ache did heal, only being traded for an eerie feeling as a single golden ring was dropped from the pocket of a Hobbit rushing to the bus at the corner, now draped on a chain around your neck, that something was coming. These feelings came and always rang true, but this time it was far stronger.

The unknown danger came on far more daunting that it truly was, two Brothers exited that same bus a couple months later and headed straight for the local art shop when a missing coin purse was realized. With art displayed on the counter in the corner of your eye you could see them clearly staring directly at your Cousin, one with dark curls and hazel eyes and the other with blonde curls brushed back revealing painfully bright blue eyes instantly recognizable from Mal’s time under the moonlight.

The pair were hired and the days bled on in their inspection of you until a single sculpted rose was found dangling through the mail slot in a small bag. An inspection of the sheer bag brought you upright to turn to the kitchen saying, “Mal, you’ve got mail!”

An eager head popped into the hall with a wave of curls shifting and settling behind her under a curious grin in her trot to the door, “Who is it from? I never get mail.” An eager squeak was all that followed at the dazzling rose formed from a smoothed and sanded branch before the small portrait of her sipping tea while building a castle of coffee creamer cups on an index card was flipped over to reveal a simple note, “Under Sun and Stars and Moon none shines as dazzling as you.”

No name was given and that single note brought on days worth of notes, small gifts and discovered treasures for their intended they still had yet to speak to. Though upon their third day the chiseled pair had made it a touch harder for work to continue as planned. In her pained yet absolutely head over heels state at the affection granted to her Mal was left to daydreaming about the pair, yet unwilling to broach the subject in her fear of being wrong again.

Though between their courses with the Children as the pair settled into forming their latest commissions shirts were abandoned leaving all but a river of drool through the town at the distracted duo. The only reaction visible from your shop being the two news paper shirt cutouts taped over their position to block out each distracting dip, dimple and crease nearly leaving Mal on the floor after she ran into the piano once again staring at the pair of them in just sweats and aprons barely covering their muscled and hair coated chests matching the hue and curls on their heads tucked into poorly wound buns. A simple glance back at your shop brought smirks to their faces after catching the stares from the women in the street parting in their discovery of them.

Three weeks the duo had wiggled their way into a daily gaining of smiles and eager squeaks form Mal, whom they were glad to overhear her gushing about her gifts to the Mothers in class all staring at you wondering how you had managed to fool her for so long and what anniversary you were building up to. A single odd couple in the street after your trip from the markets for lunch however brought the dark haired duo in thick sunglasses and hats, one wide brimmed and the other with two flaps straight out on either side. The dark blue collars stuck out from under their leather jackets and the motorcycle and side car in a bright silver did not aid in their attempted hiding at the book café across the street with poorly hidden binoculars tucked inside their jackets.

Day by day their distance was held and costumes became more and more absurd. Clearly you and Mal were not the targets, easing any worry at Mal’s ex coming to town endangering your twins, so further inspection from you brought their gaze obviously onto the mysterious duo. The pair even more so reluctant to share anything about their former lives leaving the town to speculate wildly as to where they had run away from. The spies seemed harmless at least, more so when they caught glimpses of your twins teetering around your shop. One day they got especially focused on them sharing chuckles as they watched them giggling in their circles around a standing drum between rhythmic taps while Mal played and sang a song they were matching the beat to.

With chair in hand you approached the duo with a plate of scones you set between them drawing the pair with thick curly wigs laying over floral shirts to turn to you. Swallowing dryly they both eased their sunglasses down on their noses revealing eyes in a similar shade to the blonde’s as you flashed them a quick smile, “Morning. Thought we might need an introduction. I’m Jaqi.”

With parted lips the burlier of the two offered his hand revealing tattoo coated knuckles as he eyed yours and your now obvious ring, “Dwalin.” His Cousin offered his hand when yours was released, “Bofur.”

You nodded scooting the plate of scones closer to the center of the table, “Help yourselves. Now, I was wondering, you seem to be paying a great deal of attention to the new hires across the street, leads me to wonder why.” The pair inhaled deeply and reached for scones to help aid in their secrecy, “I have two little ones.” Your head nodded to the still tapping duo across the street making the pair of burly Dwarves smile again then glance at you once more, “Are the boys any danger to them?”

Instantly they straightened up both shaking their heads saying, “Absolutely not!”

Bofur, “They’d never dream of harming Pebbles!”

Dwalin, “No, we’re-.” he let out a sigh shifting closer to you, “Their Amad sent us to look after ‘em. Took off unexpected ya see. Just need looking after.”

You nodded, “Thank you. Enjoy your scones.” They nodded their heads gratefully and watched as you stood and set your chair back into place at the table beside theirs and crossed the street with fresh ciders in hand with a muffin to split with the twins leaving the pair to return to their spying as Bofur drew his ringing phone form his pocket for their first relay of information of the day.

…

The spying had its advantages and drawbacks for the pair, in what ease they felt at being near the Princes again they were deeply pained at the news of the Princess’ colic continuing and clearly the weight of missing these few precious early days of her life were weighing on the pair heavily, as was the thought of tearing the boys from their assumed safe little nest. But a glint of polished metal drew out their binoculars again to catch a harp identical to Thorin’s being sculpted with a fine metal tool between white licks of flame darting out between your lips to keep the instrument heated enough for shaping. Soft gasps came from the duo now on their feet to cross the street. In their haste they missed your finger raised to your lips and your bite into it stirring a shiver from Mal.

Beside you Mal grimaced asking, “How can you do that?”

Her eyes watched your finger swirling over the bleeding bite marks freeing silvery blood out into thin swirls easily melded onto the harp adding a few details to the eagle on the top corner of it appearing in flight to finish off the beak and facial feathers, “Easily enough after years of practice.”

“It’s disgusting. Do you tell people they’re buying your blood?”

You shook your head, “Should I also tell them Moria’s financial infrastructure is based off the blood of my kin dirtied by the thieving acts draining them of it in battle?”

Mal, “Um…”

You let out a weak chuckle after licking your finger sealing the cuts, “Art is pain. We all suffer for our crafts. A little blood here and there is no trouble for me. Besides, nothing sounds more heavenly than mithril strings compared to the common cat gut sort.”

Mal shivered through a disgusted grunt, “Please don’t remind me of that.” Making you giggle then turn your head to the pair entering your shop eyeing the harp resting on the large harp secured between your feet and thighs.

With a grin you nodded your head to the pair, “Dwalin, Bofur, café kick you out?”

Dwalin’s eyes scoured the harp as Bofur asked, “Do you mend these harps often?”

You eyed it then stated, “Not much need for mending. I do make them though.”

Dwalin’s lips parted, “You make them?!” You nodded and watched as he pulled up an extra stool saying, “Alright, we’ve got a Cousin who has one, an enchanted one-.”

Mal chuckled, “Jaqi doesn’t enchant her harps.”

Dwalin glanced to you and you nodded, “Not past a whispered plea into the strings not to wear out.”

Bofur, “Would you be able to inspect it, should we manage to get it shipped out here, I mean?”

You nodded, “I can have a look, only I’m not well studied in removing of enchantments, you’d need a Wizard for that.”

Dwalin sighed, “Either way I’m certain the crafter of it could find out how it manages to play itself and sing to our, Cousin.”

With a giggle you asked, “It sings and plays on its own?” To which they nodded then turned catching the boys arriving signaling their fleeing back to the café to call home again as you giggled to yourself, wondering what could have happened to your harp and which one they could mean as you’ve only sold one so far and gifted two in your life. Softly again you resumed your prior humming unaware of the echo drawing the agitated King’s eyes to his harp in the corner of the room shouldering and rocking the wailing Princess slowly quieting at the strings began to shift freeing the tune his One was daydreaming to.

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The Meaning Of Favorite Colors

Light Pink

Your personality strikes a balance between passion and gentleness. You are a nurturer, seneitive to others’ needs and possessed of a strong maternal instinct, and you want unconditional love and acceptance in return. You are romantic at heart, although you are not keen on grand display of affection - you prefer subtler ways of showing your feelings. Your sweet and freindly nature can turn toward naivety at times, and you can sometimes come off as a bit immature. You may tend to rely too much on others for support and help; you would do well to cultivate self-reliance. You also have strong organizational skills and you dislike violence of any kind.

Bright Pink

If you love bright pink, you are a free spirit who sees the world through a different lens than most people. You tend toward artistic pursuits. Friends see you as wacky and off-the-wall, but under the surface you are actually quite organzied. You love beautiful things, and you strive to create harmony in all situations and bring people together. You possess empathy and consideration for others and you would do well to choose a profession that makes use of this.

also associated with Libra

Red

Lovers of red freely share their feelings and opinions. You often act without much forethought, but this quickness stems from a deep desire to get things accomplished. You have great physical strength, a boundless supply of energy. Full of drive and determination, you are ssen as sort of pioneer among freinds and family; always up for an adventure, you are unafraid to try new things and blaze a trail for others.

also associated with Aries

Orange

You are the life of the party and truly thrive in social settings. Beneath this gaiety, you also crave the respect and admiration of your peers and feel a constant pressure to keep up with others. Orange is a compination of equal parts red and yellow, and your personality reflects this: you are assertive when you need to be (a red trait), butthis assertiveness is tempered by an innate friendliness (a yellow trait). You have a deep-seated need to challenge yourself in all areas of your life, and you take risks easily. Loyality is not your strong suit, as you are often looking for the next exciting thing,place or person.

Yellow

Your disposition fits your color - you are happy and sunny and people are drawn to you because of it. Yellows are creative beings and visionaries. You have big ideas, but follow-through is not your forte; you do best if you convey your ideas to others sho can carry them out. You can be very critical, both of yourself and others. Generally, your intellectual strength is superior to your physical strength, and you are able to make quick and reasoned decisions.

also associated with Gemini

Green

You cannot abide others telling you what to do - you need to be free to make your own decisions. As befits your color, you love nature and being outdoors, especially during the spring and summer months. You have a gentle, serene desposition and are not easily upset. Friends turn to you in times of crises, and you are always helpful to them, though you must take care not to be so charitable that you neglect your own needs. You tend to be more of an observer than one who acts, and you can fall prey to gossiping about what you have seen or become envious of others. Since blue (a cool color) and yellow (a warm color) combine in equal balance to make green, so, too, are you balanced in most areas of your life.

also associated with Taurus and Virgo

light green is associated with Pisces

Blue-Green

If you prefer teal,turquoise, aqua, or similar hues, others enjoy your company, finding you to be friendly and empathetic - you have the altruistic tendencies of a green personality with the deliberate nature of a blue individual. You speak directly and from the heart. You strive to create balance in your life, but you often feel unsettled and unstable under the smooth surface you display to the rest of the world. You fear being alone. You think clearly and logically and you are a good person to call on when things need to be organized. You lead by example and influence rather than by giving orders and being darconian.

Blue

You strive for perfection in all that you do, and you most always succeed. You are even-tempered and measured, and you think before you speak. You have high ideals and feel it is your duty to hold yourself to them. You can be very trusting once you get to know people, and likewise you have a deep need to be trusted. You possess a thirst for knowledge. You are solid and grounded in your manners and actions; in most cases, your conservative nature serves you well, although you could do well to take a risk every once in a while.

also associated with Libra and Aquarius

Indigo

Integrity is very important to you if deep, dark blue-purple is your favorite. You love traditions and rituals and go to great lengths to create them for yourself and your family. You possess a keen sense of injustice; if a friend or relative has been wronged, you will go to the ends of the earth to defend him or her. You are introspective and can be subject to mood swings. You rely on your intuition to make decisions. You are a consummate performer and love creating drama, which can sometimes get you into hot water. You have somewhat of a compulsive personality and can become easily reliant on vices.

Purple

You put others before yourself, and you enjoy being needed. This extends beyond your inner circle; you enjoy having causes to support and helping out those in need. You are free-spirited and open to all ways of seeing the world. You are intrigued by fantasy and the supernatural. You are most likely introverted, though not shy. And you can be mysterious; even your closest friends might say they do not really know you. The color purple is a mix of red and blue, and you are constantly trying to balance the red and blue aspects of your personality. This can lead to some inner conflict - part of you desires excitement and adventure, while another part of you craves stability. Mediation or other quiet pursuits can help with this.

also associated with Sagittarius

Brown

If you love brown, you are a grounded, stable sort. You have an even disposition and are the person your family and friends know they can always count on. The term “salt of the earth” was coined to describe you. Security in your work and family life is of the utmost importance to you, and you make a very good mate and parent. However, your need for stability can have a dark side: if you feel you are losing conrol of your situation, you can become quite unhinged.You are not flashy, but you do like simple, fine things. You are quite frugal with your finances.

also associated with Virgo and Capricorn

Black

You always seem to be in complete control of every situation, though your need to control my be hiding an underlying insecurity. When you have conflicts with others, your strong will rules the day and you usually get what you want. You crave power and prestige and are well respected by all you come into contact with, although you are often seen as intimidating. You hold your emotions inside and keep people at a distance. You would do well to bring some pops of color into your wardrobe and your home decor lest you get dragged down by the heavy seriousness of black; it will also make you more approachable. If you love black, it may also mean that you are still searching for your life’s true colors, and that this is just a phase to be worked through.

also associated with Scorpio

Grey

You fear chaos or tumult, outer or inner, and go to great lengths to maintain a calm and balanced existence, even if it means sacrificing your beliefs or desires. You do not like to call attention to yourself in any way. Though you may have strong opinions about matters, to express them would be to stray your neutral security, so you usually go along with the status quo. Your reliability makes you a solid partner and spouse and you can be lonely without a mate. Most of aall, you just want to live a quiet and contented life.

also associated with Capricorn

White

Just as white is the purest color in the spectrum, your home is always immaculate and ruled by simplicity; and your appearance is, without exeption, elegant and polished, not a hair out of place. You always think before you act, weighing every decision carefully. You can come across to new acquaintances as having a chilly, sterile manner, and friends and family often wish you would just let loose a tiny bit. White often corresponds to life transitions; if it is currently your favorite color, you are quite possibly in the midst of a big change or are ready to take your life in a new direction.

also associated with Cancer

Silver

Silver personalities are exceedingly creative. You relish change; for you, it keeps things fresh and exciting. You are an introspective sort, often expressing yourself best in writing, and you rely on your intuition to navigate the world. You can get yourself out of almost any conundrum by using your inner resources. Others find you wordly and sophisticated. When you dress up for a special occasion, you outshine everyone else in the room. However, you should take care not to lord your sense of superiority over others or look down upon those who are not as elegant or refined as you. You love modern and futuristic things, and you likely gravitate toward professions that have some sort of design element to them.

also associated with Cancer

Gold

You have a unique ability to make those in your presence feel relaxed, loved, and appreciated. You truly have a “golden touch” - you are quite successful in business and financial matters and you live quite well. This quality can have a negative side, since you love expensive items and spending money. If you do not exercise restraint, you may find yourself buying things you really do not need. You are a people person and enjoy large parties and loud, voluble gatherings. You are a natural leader, but you may have unrealistic expectations, biting off more than you can chew when it comes to work. Do your best to set realistic goals, lest you become overwhelmed and ovestressed.

also associated with Leo

source: The Golden Book Of Fortune-Telling

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