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Just a little guy from Ravenhill
#BIRD CULTURE#this is part of a character design I'm working on so this is a raven from the (later) ered mithrin times#he was born in ravenhill but he migrated to ered mithrin in order to work#bird migration for employment? yes#their salary is shiny stuff food n cool outfits#my art#the hobbit#tolkien#lotr#dwarves#the lord of the rings#durin's folk#lord of the rings#ered mithrin#the dwarves of ered mithrin#ravenhill#ravens of ravenhill#erebor#this one is also not anatomically correct and has hawk feet and stuff but I feel like middle earth ravens would look different from modern#middle earth#TOLKIEN BIRDS#new tag#tolkien fandom
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Lady Dís, daughter of Thráin son of Thrór, last of her line.
#dís#the hobbit#lotr#dis durin#jrr tolkien#tolkien art#uhhh idk tags#my art#im so obsessed with her#the youngest born and yet she buried every member of her family#like. shes buried her husband her father her brothers and both her sons not to mention the extended family that we dont know about#and she doesnt even ascend to the throne. dain does. insane.#anyways I gave her filis moustache braids and thorins behind the ear braids#bc I think having braiding styles run in dwarven families is rlly fun#also the raven is a reference to lotro where she’s the keeper of ravenhill
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Actually the biggest issue with the Hobbit movies is that they chickened out and didn’t give us talking ravens with established lineages.
“Oh but that would be silly” how dare you disrespect Roäc son of Carc chief of the ravens of Ravenhill
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@lotrladiessource lotr ladies week day 3: dwarrowdams | joy | motifs
dís, sister of thorin, daughter of thrain! i associate a lot of raven motifs with the line of dúrin, and that they have a special relationship. the ravens of ravenhill are an ancient breed, noble and intelligent enough to understand mortal tongues. here dís is dancing with two of röac's children after the battle of five armies, finding respite in the ravens even during her grief.
#lotrladiesweek#tolkien#lord of the rings#lotr#the hobbit#dwarves#dwarrowdams#dis#art#fanart#lotr fanart#my art#merilles
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were it that i could fly away (to you) (5541 words) by victoriousscarf
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Fíli/Kíli (Tolkien)
Characters: Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Bad Things Happen Bingo, Damaged Wing(s), The Ravens of Erebor, this may be for bad things happen bingo but its more of a whump hurt comfort flavor, Post-Battle of Five Armies, Incest
Summary:
Ravenhill, Kíli thought, when he opened his eyes and found a raven sprawled out on the snowy ground beside him. They had been fighting on Ravenhill.
Since this is apparently a thing I'm doing now, might as well get it started by going back to my roots in the Hobbit fandom lol.
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When Penance is to Burn
The ever dreary atmosphere of the estate at Ravenhill had been shrouded deeper into darkness having mostly fallen to ruins after the current generation of Duskhollows sought refuge to the north in Quel’Danas. It had been by decree of the Raven Lord himself that the household be emptied and relocated to the far sunnier island that set as home for the other half of their Houses. There had been the occasional guard dispatched to the spanning estate to inspect the damages though it had been at least two years since anyone truly inhabited the home. Far be it time since the two elder noble Houses of Silvermoon conjoined their families and soon after the Horde’s aid in Argus had come to an end did the Lord and Lady resign themselves to a retirement of sorts. Their daughter had been born and despite the occasional call to action that Cineas took in his own regard, the two found themselves… domesticated and settled.
However, this did not stop the missives from arriving, calling for their numbers, gold, and power to stand against whatever enemy loomed over Azeroth at any given moment. More often than not, they were ignored. It was only with the news of the fallen Banshee queen did Elenaris find herself somewhat intrigued but also disappointed. Although, it had been the defeat of N’zoth that had garnered the Duskhollow’s attention the most from their little piece of paradise on the Isle. The whispers which once guided them, haunted them in the best and worst of ways had become still and quiet. They had delivered the souls needed to procure their child’s life and as Maevyn had been born, their connection fell distant like a far off memory floating in the cosmos.
While this offered the darkened pair some peace they had not ever expected to feel since their devotion had been offered to the shadows and yet at the same time, they felt lost without it.
It had been months since Ravenhill had seen life when they decided to return to the estate and while they knew there had been damages to the manor itself, the Duskhollows were unprepared for the sight beholden to them upon their arrival. The gates were barely hanging to their hinges, the gardens that led to the grand entrance were littered with flowers crisp with lifeliness and the colorless hue of death becoming the petals scattered about the paths. There were parts of the towers which crumbled and what they were to see upon opening the doors of the manor was what broke her heart the most having seen its effect on Cineas. It was at this moment she had realized making the decision to leave their daughter behind in Quel’Danas had been the proper one. A slender and delicate hand raised to rest upon her husband’s arm, offering a nod in silent reassurance that they would restore his home, their home.
They had stood just a step outside large doors to peer inside, unknowing to what truly awaited their entry inside. A feeling had overwhelmed Elenaris as the neverending darkness loomed within the near empty walls of the estate and perhaps years ago she would have had the consciousness to foresee what was to come, the wherewithal to allow her perception to be greater than her comfort in normality.
But as time passed them by, they had not prepared for the darkness to consume them in the way in which it took hold of Cineas Duskhollow the instant his being crossed the threshold. It was as if the universe and void beyond converged all on him all at once, attacking not only his body but his mind and rendering him powerless. In a flash of black feathers and purple mists, Elenaris found herself bound behind an invisible barrier which she attacked with all her force in attempts to get to him. No matter her efforts, she could not break through and thus fell helpless to watch the horror before her. The shadows swirled around him, contorting his body in unfathomable ways causing the release of painful screams to echo into the desolate mansion. She wouldn’t simply sit and watch as he suffered, as he was tortured to death but as Elenaris lifted her hands to once again slam on the barrier, they would not move. Her entire being was frozen in place, only able to lift her head to catch the sight of Cineas’ pale amethyst hues locking onto hers before widening as the sound of his screams were cut off by the undeniable sound of breaking bones. The soft glow of his eyes faded, his lids not having the chance to fall to allow him a peaceful gaze upon his face while his crumpled body slumped to the ground.
Her breath caught in her chest as she felt a piece of her fade away, unable to believe what had transpired before her and as his body hit the floor, so did hers as the barrier gave way. The pale blonde Sin’dorei scrambled for her soulmate’s lifeless body, hands shakily moving over him unsure of which thought to follow as thousands raced through her mind. The silence had become deafening, those that had traveled with them from the Isle standing huddled just outside the doorway just watching…waiting, for what? Who was to say. Each and every one of them felt the pain and horror as a guttural scream ripped through that silence as Elenaris fell over Cineas, not only a sadness but an anger overcoming her entire being.
It had returned for them, allowing them just a brief view of what life without the Void would or could be like had they chosen a different path. However, the Void gave them life within their daughter and they asked for much in return. Despite their every effort to appease them, it would seem the shadows made their own rules. As her knuckles bore white with the tightened grip to the cloth of his shirt, she heard a soft voice beckoning her. It was familiar in tone, soothing in melody and with the choice to acknowledge this voice, Elenaris lifted her lids and standing there had been Maevyn, their little raven haired child beaming in all her glory with eyes like her father’s.
“Mama, you were crying…” The soft voice cooed, a tiny hand caressing her mother’s face but Elenaris had noticed that not all was right with her daughter either. “I had a bad dream too, mama… something’s wrong with papa.”
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BEFORE THE BEGINNING :)
Hi and thank you for the ask :)))
I'm working on the final chapters of "The White Raven", a Thorin fic, so I'm sharing a little something connected with this story.
What happened before the beginning?
Three spotted eggs lie in one of the Ravenhill nests under the watchful eye of their parents. In the early hours of dawn, the shells crack one by one, revealing three tiny chicks; two of them are black, but the third one...
"By the Great Mother!" the raven mother croaks at her mate, flapping her ebony wings in excitement. "Find Grandfather Arc! Tell him! Tell him! We have been blessed with the White One!"
Before he flies off, the raven father snaps his beak and tilts his head slightly, "Let us hope it truly is a blessing."
Tagging @legolasbadass @linasofia for fun :)
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I love the idea of Erestor getting along with Dis (LoTRO version specifically) due to their affinity for the ravens. Also, the fact that ravens in Middle Earth were akin to eagles in terms of having extended life & being capable of speech (they live to around ~150) it makes me love Erestor’s connection with them even more. I like to imagine that Erestor is able to do diplomacy with Erebor specifically because the ravens all vouch for him. Erestor holds the ravens of Ravenhill in high esteem & likely mourned & visited to pay his respects when their kings died
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may i ask for some hcs about your ocs? <3
for sure :D
hmmmm babyranger (who has. rapidly decided he's neither baby nor ranger but y'know) or dwarf buddy who i need to put in more Situations. maybe glainyn. maybe he can explain some things for me idk
-ok actually many parts of his timeline are not really set in stone atm
-his family removed to the iron hills after smaug captured erebor. his immediate family didn't *fight* in the sixth war, but may have followed the haban'akkâ as armorers n such. still playing w him having a half-sibling in one of the other houses
-glainyn saw the battle of five armies, but he was real young still; his only real job was to run messages. he'd started some sort of proper warrior training, but wasn't anywhere near the thick of things
-when his family returned to erebor, glainyn ended up part of one of the local like. guards in training units i have so much more to research and/or flesh out for this one lmao
-ends up guarding ravenhill sometimes as part of the rotation. dís invites him in one day when it's raining super hard. they end up getting along pretty well, actually, and she teaches him a bit about Politics™️ and a bit of how to talk with the ravens. he ends up knowing lots of things he honestly probably shouldn't, but he knows how to keep his mouth shut. he also has Opinions on lots of things, but he keeps his mouth shut about those, too
-he's the guy who always has weird but useful tools in his bag. 'hey glainyn, dyou have any-' 'yes'
-not entirely sure yet if he's closer in age to bósi and brogur or bori and bróin (and durin, maybe). he goes w brogur and bróin to the blue mountains to ask for anyone who's willing to join the iron garrison- he's there as a guard, having been firmly recommended for something more exciting than hanging out at ravenhill by dís herself several years ago (despite his protests)
-he knows more than most about balin's company, and about the last messages dís got from them. he doesn't really bring it up; everyone is either too caught up in the fantasy of reclaiming khazad-dûm to listen or already wary enough
-they keep getting more problems thrown at them, and he keeps not really saying anything, not until things go really to shit and he finally snaps and shouts until someone actually listens
-this is... tentatively around the time est goes to beg help from lothlórien. starts getting into the more fucked up parts of foundations of stone, and develops a mildly unsettling fascination with the assorted nameless, and also rapidly loses his patience with everyone insisting they can keep ahold of things
-he takes charge of enough in the flight from moria (and enough other people die) that he gets effectively promoted to captain. proceeds to stop giving much of a fuck about things like 'you maybe shouldn't talk to your prince like that' or 'this is maybe not the time to tell people in charge exactly how stupid you think they're being'
-he understands the politics, has run out of patience for the politics, and left his filter somewhere near rushdurinul. idk how much of the iron hills/ered mithrin quests he does (besides probably the howling pit) yet, but he sure makes some interesting choices in gundabad/elderslade
-(i think he goes down in zul-mazal w durin)
-I've got lots still to do with him. it would be easier if i didn't go into autopilot the second i set foot in moria tho lol
#he's been kind of on standby bc helf trio loud#i also keep saying im gonna rename him but.#ty friend 💚#glainyn#lotro
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Versed Vengeance
#BOOKREVIEW - Versed Vengeance - #RavenHill #blog
A witch seeking centuries-old vengeance wreaks havoc on a village, leaving the villagers in a desperate situation of survival in Raven Hill by Jools G. King.
In a village that’s experiencing a decline in the quality of their environment, an odd occurrence in the local pub places Nate’s life on a new trajectory and is one that might just determine the fate of the village as well. With the…
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SERVE THE MEAL Leonard Ravenhill (1907-1994) “Ours is all theology. We get a starving man and give him a cookbook. Does it help him? He looks in the cookbook and sees there a dish with potatoes, beef, etc. What do you do? You tantalize him! You say, "Oh, I hope one day you can come to our place We're going to have this dish, this beef, this turkey, and something else." And yet the poor man is ravenously hungry! We give him a picture, but we don't give him the goods! At the average church on Sunday morning, they give you the menu, but they never give you the meal. They give an outline of theology: This is our precious doctrine." So, most people will be reciting doctrine in Hell.” https://www.instagram.com/p/CpaOGmruP9a/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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WM2022: Day 17--Ice
Summary: Ravenhill is fatally iced over.
Word Count: 100
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: back to masterlist HERE. Move to day 18 HERE.
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In the blooming season, Raven Hill has the potential for beauty, but now it is iced over and the intricacies of the stone watch tower and its many balconies has been erased under an impenetrable layer of snow and ice.Ingrid is light enough that her boots don’t break through the frozen top layer of hard snow, and she skids under an arch and down a flight of stairs. Slumped against the wall is Fili, injured and bleeding but alive. Ingrid sinks to her knees and gathers him in her embrace, and slowly the snow melts around their warm bodies.
#the hobbit#the hobbit fanfiction#the hobbit fanfic#fili#fili x ofc#fili x oc#oc#ofc#raven hill#tolkien#erebor#daughter-of-arda#writersmonth2022#writer's month 2022
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White Raven painting now available 😃 I painted a kindness of Ravens and added them to my Etsy, you can check them out to take one home 😃 I can also gift wrap them & add a handmade gift card for you for no additional charge 😃 just message me after purchase 😃❤️🐾🎃🐢🦊🐇🍒🍇 http://www.etsy.com/shop/virginironsstudio #ravens #raven #whiteraven #albinoanimals #albino #ravensflock #ravensofinstagram #ravenswood #ravenspotting #raventattoo #ravenhill #crow #crows #crowsofinstagram #forest #woodlandgarden #woodland #nature #naturelover #natureart (at Ogemaw County, Michigan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC5ysO8HTaJ/?igshid=lh2vzx8qyh4
#ravens#raven#whiteraven#albinoanimals#albino#ravensflock#ravensofinstagram#ravenswood#ravenspotting#raventattoo#ravenhill#crow#crows#crowsofinstagram#forest#woodlandgarden#woodland#nature#naturelover#natureart
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Raven Assassin Reprise - Elf Huntress
» LOTRO À LA MODE ANNIVERSARY «
I have been creating LOTRO outfits in the privacy of my kinship’s forums for over six years by the time Lotro à la Mode went public on April 7, 2020 (IG: @leafyfoots). At the time, I felt a gloomy storm cloud constantly looming over me, and just really had to shit-post to give myself some outlet... to keep my thoughts from piling up. About a year later, this blog was created as a way to help better organize my many outfits I had shared. As time passed, I think I’ve grown more accustomed to the flexibility that this blog provides over the more structured format of Instagram. I am still updating both platforms with my cosmetic adventures, albeit not as frequently as before.
To celebrate, today we’re revisiting a very old outfit of mine from 2014. The file is named Raven Assassin, so I assume that’s the theme I was going for. Despite the theme though, it was not a burglar outfit, though perhaps it would be better suited as such. Since it’s been a good several years, I’ve reinterpreted this outfit with the cosmetic collection I have built up today.
The first thing I did was pulling up all of my raven themed items. There is the Raven Mask used in the original outfit, as well as the feathered shoulders from Ravenhill and the Raven Cosmetic Wings from Harvestmath. The wing cosmetics have a very distinctive silhouette that doesn’t quite fit the older feel of this outfit, and the original outfit used the Ceremonial Wig-feld cloak with a wing pattern. I tried using the feathered Cloak of the Autumn Wanderer instead to keep the wing-theme with a more subtle look, but the base grey/black undertone didn’t quite match the gold trim. I opted for the Bridge-warden cloak in the end. The shoulders and mask have clashing metal trims, so I’ve brought both silver and gold trims more prominently throughout the rest of the outfit using the same Marchwarden armour.
Cosmetic weapons did not exist just yet at the time of the original outfit creation, so this time I can select some appropriate weaponry!
And of course, this toon has also progressed through many regions to reach end game a few times over, so here’s an attempt at a matching war-steed outfit.
Head: Raven Festival Mask - navy
Shoulder: Dís's Spare Pauldrons - navy
Chest: Footman’s Armour - navy (T6 tailor)
Glove: Hardened Steel Dunlending Gauntlets - grey
Leg: Muta’s Silent Leggings - navy
Boot: Dolen-lhopan - navy
Back: Recovered Cloak of the Bridge-warden - steel blue
Main-Hand: Invader’s Nimble Spear
Off-hand: Keen Entwash Dagger
Ranged: Great River Bow of Precision
Halter: Head-piece of Entwining Blossoms
Caparison: Caparison of Summer’s Night - navy
Saddle: Saddle of Summer’s Light
Accessory: Lamp of the Harbinger
Hooves: War-steed’s Leggings of Winter’s Light
Tail: Tail of the Gloaming Autumn - black chestnut
Pelt: Simple Hide - black chestnut
#lotro#female elf#elf#hunter#navy#steel blue#cosmetic outfit#warsteed outfit#Lotro à la Mode#Leafyfoots Wardrobe
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April Tolkien Challenge; Day 17
Thorin’s Crown
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Not much is known about the Crown Of Erebor, save for the fact that the dwarven kings that ruled the mountain wore this crown. It depicts a two ravens at the front of the crown, surrounded by golden lines.
Ravens are big, black birds, often seen near Erebor. The ravens from Ravenhill have even been known to speak Westron. When Thror reigned, he used the birds to listen to the secrets throughout Middle-Earth, and would reward them with anything shiny that they could bring to their nest. Carc had been a raven to work with the kings of Erebor, after which his son Roäc took over. This was the raven whom was spoken of in The Hobbit. Though old, and hanging on to his last threads of life, he encountered the company of Thorin Oakenshield as they reclaimed Erebor.
Besides messengers, ravens were said to be the Omen of Death, and it is assumed that the one who wears it, would soon encounter their end. A perhaps sadder tone to an otherwise breathtaking piece.
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Sources:
-One Wiki To Rule Them All
-The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
#april tolkien challenge#jrr tolkien#Tolkien#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#the silmarillion#Thorin’s crown#thorin oakenshield#erebor
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[ Another RP Snippet/collab with @cineas-duskhollow....this is a good one. PT. 1]
He had found himself staring intently at the silver pocket watch that remained in the palm of his hand. The continuous ticks were something that brought calm to his being as a hard swallow was the only thing that he could hear aside from the ticking. When Cineas had left her in the early hours of the morning, a hastily scrawled note was left the nightstand next to her bed asking her to meet him that day at his estate. He had seen hers and been extended the opportunity to temporarily lodge with her, he could do the same.
The Sin’dorei had appeared to take extra care in his presentation, something that was not far from the truth in general but had gone even further at this time. He was freshly shaved, the familiar stubble nowhere to be seen and his hair had been trimmed and styled with wax to keep it firmly in place. He wore one of his finer suits, though nothing over the top. It's coloring was black, even his dress shirt and tie were ebon in color.
The carriage he had sent for her and Cindel should had been arriving any moment. While time was somewhat of a figment to him, he had attempted to perfectly time her arrival. He nodded briskly to himself as he snapped the watch shut and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket. He steps were hurried but paced at the same time as he moved to stand atop the balcony of the grand staircase that greeted you as you entered Ravenhill, his hands finding the banister, as his eyes formed determined beads as they stared down the grand doorway.
The sounds of the carriage coming to a halt alerted her to their arrival. She looked to Cindel with a smile, nodding as the young mage exited first only to turn and await her Lady to step out of the small doorway. Elegant as ever, but with much less adornments upon her form, she came to standing upon her heeled shoes as the fabric of her gown flowed down to finally meet the ground below her. She lifted her gaze, taking in the details of the outside of the manor and surrounding areas. The chill in the air did little but add to the dark and somewhat eerie atmosphere of the estate, an altogether difference to her brightly decorated home. Finally her eyes came to rest upon the door that would inevitably led inside and made determined way for it. Upon approaching, the entrance would open welcomingly as she and her dear accompaniment were ushered inside.
The clicking of her heels came across the floor and echoed as she stepped inside, again her ever observant eye taking in the detail. As she gazed about, finding herself quite pleased with the estate as a whole, she drifted to look upward as she followed the large staircase to finally meet Cineas as he stood at the top awaiting for her. She said nothing in lieu of a greeting, instead lowered her head in her own fashion of a curtsey, which was something she very rarely did for anyone.
There seemed to be a pause in the entirety of the estate as Cineas could hear the sound of the door waft open. Servants had peaked their heads around corners and doorways to see entirely who their Lord had sent for. It was a rare occurrence when anyone was treated with such respect when arriving at Ravenhill. She was introduced loudly by the doorman who stood behind her and his lips twinged into somewhat of a smirk as she bowed before him.
He carried himself down the stairs in an arrogant manner, his pace seemed to be quickened as he took two steps at one time before coming to stand before her. His hand reached for her own as he brought it to his lips prior to pulling away only enough to press his lips briskly to her temple. “Lady Eventide,” he greeted as he bowed before her in a respectful manner. “You are looking fashionable as ever.”
She watched him intently during his descent, her hands folded together before her until he had plucked one from the other. A faint smile was offered to him as his lips met her skin and even further as he spoke. “Thank you, Lord Duskhollow, you are ever the charmer. But…” The same hand he had lifted in admiration now reached to trace his newly shaven features. She said nothing else save for a small playful sound of disapproval. “I thank you for your invitation.”
He chuckled quietly at her sound of disapproval while touching his face as his head shook ever so slightly. “It will grow back,” he teased somewhat and then began to lead Elenaris away from the entryway to lead her into the dining hall. It was an elaborate room with a grand mural painted into the ceiling. The mural depicted that of a battle scene, possibly a family member of his, who stood in the field emitting a holy aura. There was a pause in his movements as he halted at the chair that sat next to the head so that he could pull it out for her. “Cindel is welcome to join us if you so choose it.”
There was a slight pout that came and was fleeting regarding his lack of facial hair, but even so, she continued onward with him to the dining room. With care, she came to sitting in the chair that was offered, her palms smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress from the motion. “She will do just fine with everyone else.” She fell silent for a brief moment as she looked around the room with interest. “It really is lovely.” Her hand lifted, gesturing around as she looked to him with a smile.
Cineas had followed her gaze around the grand ballroom as he had refrained from taking the seat next to her. “Yes, I suppose it is,” he replied to her as he fixated on the figure with the holy aura. It made him scowl somewhat as his head quickly snapped to the doorway as another's presence was announced within the doorway. The woman at the end of the table began to make her way towards the empty seat that was at the opposite side of Cineas’ seat. He hurried to meet her and take hold of her arm as he led her to the seat. “Lady Eventide,” he began, “I present to you the Lady Duskhollow,” he gestured to the elder looking woman who hasn't looked all that older than the two of them save for a few wrinkles and grayed hair. The woman had waved dismissively at Elenaris, instructing her to remain seated rather than rise to greet her. “I was wondering who my son was pulling me out of estate for.” She explained with a somewhat amused tone.
Her attention was quickly and surprisingly pulled to the woman upon her announcement, she had moved to stand however refrained after being waved off. “Lady Duskhollow, quite the pleasure.” She said in greeting, her gaze flicking to Cineas with a certain gaze. She had been caught off guard and it did not sit right for her, likely something she would discuss with him later. “This is such a surprise, I apologize for having not expected your presence otherwise I would have brought something for the occasion.”
The Sin’dorei male had settled into the chair that was designated for him after the introductions had settled and a servant had come around to serve them with a glass of wine each. Cineas quickly downed his own and requested another to follow, along with the drinks to continue as glasses became low. “Gifts are not necessary,” he excused and waved slightly at Elenaris. His mother had given him a slight look before smiling slightly at Elenaris. “I would be so brave to say that your presence is a gift, Lady Eventide, as Lord Duskhollow does not allow many visitors to this estate.”
Elenaris furrowed her brow, pursing her lips at him as he retorted. She shook her head, accepting the wine and lifting to sip from it gingerly before smiling over to the elder. “You are rather sweet, Lady Duskhollow, thank you. I suppose I should consider myself quite lucky, then.” Her gaze drifted back to Cineas, her brows raising questioningly as she looked him over.
He felt somewhat cornered by the two of them, certainly not at Elenaris’ own doing but his mother playing the mastermind as she always had. His gaze had fallen on Elenaris as he continued to nurse his glass of wine. The buzz he was searching for had not began to form yet. “I enjoy my privacy and tend to retreat to my estate to bask in such things. Is that such a sin?” He questioned both women, looking between them with narrowed eyes.
“No, I don’t believe so, though seclusion can lead to some very unappealing things of the mind, dear.” Elenaris stated as she lifted a hand to tap to her temple before taking another generous sip of her wine. A soft hum came as she then turned her attention to the other female.
Cineas had watched her actions with a certain sense of amusement as his lips fought to tug into a smile and a muted chuckle was present as he refused to part his lips to allow it to sound. He had shifted slightly within his chair so that his gaze could naturally fall on the blonde at his side. “Lady Eventide,” the elder’s voice had caught Cineas slightly off guard and he craned his neck somewhat to look over at his mother. “What is your business with my son? As I am no fool, he has spent a great many years devoting himself to activities that have not allowed him the luxury of a woman’s company.”
Her gaze flicked between the woman and her son, lips tugging into a grin before she found herself chuckling. She reached for her drink once more before allowing them the pleasure of a reply. “Forgive my brash reply, Lady Duskhollow, however I think the question would be better directed at your son for it was he who sought after me.” Meanwhile as she spoke, her attention moved between the two but eventually came to rest on the Lady once more. “I do not seek further wealth or prosperity from a man, I hold all of that on my own. However, if something comes to me with intrigue, it is hardly in my nature to turn it away. Surely we will learn in time his true intentions, hm?” While her attention held on the elder woman, her gaze glanced quickly over to Cineas in curiousity.
Emerald eyes were fixated on Elenaris as she spoke, drinking in every word that left her lips as his eyes narrowed. His hand had moved to grasp the glass of wine once again and he finished the remainder of crimson liquid in the glass before beckoning the servants to refill their glasses and begin with the serving of the first course of dinner. His posture was quickly corrected as he now moved to sit normally and his attention drifted idly to his mother as his hand moved to rest atop the table closer to where Elenaris sat. “Mother,” he began calmly. “Elenaris is here because there has been ideas of a premarital agreement discussed and I wanted for her to see my estate. An estate which in turn would become hers. You are simply here as a courtesy.” His voice was cool towards the end and he released a heavy sigh, followed by a somewhat pained, tight lipped smile as he watched his mother begin to drink from the wine glass greedily.
Syinda had finished the remainder of the wine as he placed the empty glass down and requested her glass be refilled. “Cineas, you forget that I was once the Lady of this house. The one who convinced your father to allow you back after your…” She trailed off, attempting to determine a clever way to word her thoughts. “Ailment.” An equally amused smile appeared on her face in the sense of seeming like she had given her son a checkmate before she had turned her attention to Elenaris once more. “Cineas can be a miserable man, Lady Eventide, if you had the sense that I believe you to, you would find another to enter an agreement with.”
Elenaris continued the dance of her gaze between mother and son as each of them spoke. A curious brow tweaked upward at the woman’s words but she asked nothing of them. “Well…” She began as she addressed the elder kindly with just enough abrasiveness to pin her point. “I have experienced some of his personalities, I suppose you could say. However, I believe I will take my chances, hm? He seems to be running things just fine from what I can tell, I can only imagine things will better if I chose to stay around.” With that, she lifted her glass to them both in toast while her other hand reached over to place atop the one Cineas had offered near to her as it had happened that their first course had arrived during their conversation.
Synida had taken note of their hands placed atop one another with less than visible distaste. Perhaps jealousy was what one could call it, but then again, that attribute had to be passed down to her son from somewhere. She raised her glass in unison with Cineas and they toasted as both she and Cineas finished the entirety of the glass of wine upon completion of the toast. Their first course was a soup that seemed to be rather refreshing despite the fact that it was served warm. His hand had grabbed the cloth napkin that was ebon colored and he placed it within his lap as he glanced over at Elenaris. “I was unaware of what you liked entirely, so I had the staff prepare a great many things in the event they were not to your liking.” He informed her as his hand flipped over so that his fingers could squeeze her hand affectionately. “Lady Eventide, where is it that your family attributes most of its wealth from?” Synida interjected, clearly ruining whatever moment the two might have been having.
She gave him a brief smile, nodding in thanks as her free hand had took up her spoon and went about delicately tasting the soup that had placed before her. “I am not too picky, though my thanks.” As she dipped the spoon back into the warm broth, she looked back to Synida with a raised brow. “Well, our family dates back beyond the formation of Silvermoon and the kingdom of Quel’Thalas, so our name and fortunes have been built over many years. Between the vineyards we own, my father’s previous trade business, and my mother’s eyes for design in which she offered at a high price, the cache has continuously grown. Not to mention, as well, many within my family have been members of the Silvermoon Magistrate, myself included. A lucrative job in an of itself, many opportunities and knowledge a typical citizen would not have access to.” She lowered slightly to sip from her spoon again only to place it down so that she might refresh her palette with the wine, of course, her other hand still intertwined with Cineas’.
As the others around him had began to eat the soup that had been placed before them, he too had allowed himself to indulge on the soup. It had been one of his favorites and it seemed to please him that Elenaris did not seem to dislike what had been prepared. “Her wine is very good, mother,” Cineas added and motioned towards the glasses on the table. “This is her stock, I had a shipment delivered this morning before my return.” He had given Elenaris a bit a pleased look at his comment and then returned to indulging into the soup. “And as a woman with many opportunities and wealth as you say, you’re prepared to shut yourself up in this gloomy estate? To give up all of that freedom that you have worked for?” Syndia questioned curiously, one of her greyed brows rising. “The halls of this estate used to shine with gold but it seems the new Lord has a rather dismal approach.”
“I thought the taste was awfully familiar, why am I not surprised that is what you had prepared?” She asked him rhetorically before returning her attention to Synida to respond to her. “I rather like the darkness. My own manor might hold shades of gold but the crimsons give it it’s own dark atmosphere.” A soft sigh came as she continued further. “Though I hardly plan to be shut up without freedom, as you would say. I believe Cineas knows better than to attempt anything of the like.”
A rather entertained chuckle had sounded from his lips while he had forced himself to swallow the soup quickly beforehand. His hand reached for the glass of wine to quickly take a sip to aid with clearing his throat as he brought his hand to his lips to cover a slight cough. “I was quite fancying the idea of stripping you of title and land and locking you in a wing of this maze of an estate,” he explained in a tone that Elenaris would catch as teasing. His hand had pulled away from her own and he gestured around the hall with grandeur. “The Eventide Estate is much closer to our dealings of business though I do believe we would frequent Ravenhill, would we not? The reprieve it grants from the city is most welcome.”
“And the Estate on the isle is not far enough from the city for you?” She asked, mimicking his teasing tone though she shrugged all the same. “I suppose you could try to do that, can’t say it would be the wisest thing….” She tapped her fingers along the table after his hand was pulled away. “I would say business could be held out of both, if necessary...though I could agree that time would equally be spent between both estates. Plus, we would need to visit your dear mother occasionally, no?” She asked with the fleeting image of a smirk over her lips before she turned to Synida with a smile.
Cineas had finished the little soup that was left in the bowl and dabbed the napkin to his lips before returning it to rest on the table. He leaned up slightly in his seat so that he could lean over the table ever so slightly and brush his lips against Elenaris’ temple. Synida noticed the act of affection and promptly dropped her spoon with a manner of dislike. She had wanted to like the Lady Eventide, perhaps she even did over the little time she had known her but she knew that anything or anyone that had come into contact with her son was doomed in one way or another. It was truly tragic. “I do not need your pity, Lady Eventide,” her cool tone seemed to flare. “My husband died years ago and I have found peace in the solitude. However, I will not allow some woman to be gallivanted through my husband’s halls as if he were to never exist and this house continue to deteriorate under my son’s care. This is and will always be a Duskhollow estate, it will not mesh with whatever family my husband decides to marry into.”
Elenaris fluttered her gaze over to him, mildly surprised by his affectionate ways this evening. Perhaps he was doing it with purpose in hopes of the exact reaction he received from his mother but no matter, Elenaris cared little for her rise in temper. “Is that not how it usually goes, dear Lady? The leader, male or female, dies only to be followed by their predecessor. What comes after is of little import to those that came before. Just as when my father died, I took over, it is within Cineas’ blood right to do as he pleases with his name -” She then gestured about the large hall. “And this estate. Perhaps with time, it will be my right, too, just as it will be his to have a hand within my own.” She gently pushed the bowl forward, signifying she was finished despite what was remaining. “Change is a difficult pill to swallow, though as time comes and goes, we all must accept it.”
Cineas seemed just as taken back as Synida with the words that Elenaris had spoken. He sat back in his seat and motioned for the servants to come and clear their bowls and bring in the main course of their dinner. “Lady Eventide will do what she will with these halls when they become her own,” Cineas said firmly, almost as if he was alluding to what was going to become of their future. His tone carried a certain sense of dominance that he seemed to always carry but seemed more implied now that he was exercising his own set of power. Synida sighed somewhat as a hand moved to her breast to collect herself. “Lady Eventide, such fire will do nothing but bring you harm,” she replied as her hand fell away and her elbows rested on the table to lean forward moreso. “You do not seem much different in age from my son and yet here you are seeking a marriage? Perhaps if you had learned to hold that tongue, you would have had your intertwined house years ago.”
“My tongue has gotten me where I am today, and for what it’s worth, your son seems to enjoy it on more than one occasion.” A fingertip swirled around the top of the wine glass as she hummed softly. “My house has thrived on it’s own, I was not in need of a man, marriage, or otherwise to carry me anywhere further. If I chose so, we could continue on without my marriage to another, however I’m sure you understand personal gain and… personal needs. I am a rather classy lady, which I wager you are as well and were in your past youth, I make decisions based on many options and things laid before me. Your son being one of those things now and coming at a most opportune time as I have taken the time to retire from battle and the tiresome ordeal of it all.” She finally lifted the glass to her lips, the wine edging her to continue. “Lady Duskhollow, I truly mean you no harm or distaste, however your house does now belong to your son to do as his wishes and trust me, he will hardly find a better match than myself. It is for the best of him and your line.”
The continued onslaught of the exchange had Cineas finding himself rather perplexed. The women continued going back and fourth with exchanges of verbal power and he had found himself mostly quiet save for quiet quips here and there. “Lady Eventide,” Synida began in an all too familiar tone to Cineas. It bordered on too kind and was clearly mocking. “I need not know of your oral endeavors to rope my son into whatever agreement the two of you established, however, things have changed since my youth but I am fairly certain you will do nothing for my line so long as you continue to do things with your mouth.” She chided coyly and sat back in her seat, eagerly accepting the servant who had brought their courses of dinner. It seemed to be a finely cooked roast and vegetables that were common to their people. Cineas waved the servant away, declining the meal that was placed before him as he asked for the large pitcher of wine to be brought to him, clearly speechless and whatever this meal had turned into.
She found herself chuckling softly as she, too, was perplexed at the current situation. “Then perhaps it is not your line I’m concerned with, but Cineas’ in the end. Besides, it won’t matter for you much longer, hm?” As the servant was also waved away by her, she turned to look to Cineas apologetically. “I believe that while your intentions were grand, that it might be my time to take leave back home. Maybe in a few years I can return to a more… quiet and relaxing estate.” Elenaris hinted at something, glancing back to Synida with a nod.
When Synida had opened her mouth to speak once more, Cineas had slammed his fist down onto the table, causing all of the flatware to jolt in a loud clang. “Enough!” He shouted, directed at the both of them but his gaze had fallen on his mother. “Am I not able to enjoy a meal in my own home or is this a right I’ve resigned myself to unknowingly?” He asked, his question rhetorical as he pushed himself from the chair and swiped the pitcher and his empty glass into his grasp. “Lady Eventide, as the sun has set already it is much too dangerous for you to travel back to your estate. I will have someone prepare quarters for you and Cindel for the night and you may take your leave in the morning if you wish.” His gaze had quickly darted to the blonde at his side, his glare only softening slightly. “As for you, mother, Ebonheart will escort you back to your wing of the estate when you feel yourself full from the meal and we will discuss tonight’s happenings when I find myself controlled enough in the coming days.” He released a heavy sigh as he pushed himself away from the table and briskly removed himself from the dining hall.
Elenaris stiffened slightly at the abrupt sound, lowering her gaze briefly before looking up to him. As she watched him take his leave, she pushed herself from her chair and finished the wine that was left in her glass. “It was sincerely a pleasure meeting you, Lady Duskhollow.” She offered, lifting her chin to the woman as a gesture that differed from the bow she had given Cineas some time before. She spun around, gracefully but briskly following after the now rather frustrated Lord in hope of catching up to him.
The sound of quickly moving heels were the only thing that seemed to deter him from his hastened pace up the grand staircase. He knew full well that his mother couldn’t move at that pace which had given way to knowing that it was Elenaris who had stormed off after him. “You wish to not continue your discussion with the Lady Duskhollow?” He asked as his back rested against the banner of the balcony. He had idly poured himself a glass of the chilled wine as he sipped it slowly. The setting of the sun had made the estate look even more gloomy than it was during the day and the halls ahead of them appeared to be eeire with the dim lighting that did not provide much in way of helping with seeing where to go.
“No…” She replied quietly, sighing in frustration of her own. “I feel I have ruined your evening.” Her lips pressed together as she stopped just before him. “I have never been good at holding my thoughts when battered with- that. Perhaps I could make it up to you someway?” She asked sincerely, finally looking up to him .
He eyed her slowly, watching as she came to stand before him. Her features were much less detailed with the lack of lighting but at this point, he had her features memorized when he closed his eyes. “You mean with your mouth as you so eloquently told my mother?” He questioned as he couldn’t help but release a huffy laugh.
The attempts to stifle her laughter completely failed as he allowed his own. She stepped up closer to him, a finger trailing down his arm as she continued to gaze up to him. “If that is what it will take for you to forgive me.” While she had been laughing before, she was sincere to a fault at this point and despite her having felt utterly in the right in the previous conversation, she was attempting to let her walls down. “Though, perhaps it best I simply retire to bed for the evening and see my way home as the sun rises. Again, my dear, I apologize for having caused you stress.” With this, she turned to step away, her initial plans were to find Cindel so they may ready for bed.
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