I just want to let everyone know that I'm logging off for a while to deal with irl things .. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I hope to write with you all again soon !!
Let’s do a little starter call while I work on more drafts !! It will likely be only little things since all my drafts are multi para and I need a change of pace.
Arwen Undomiel✨
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The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring…So it was that Frodo saw her whom few mortals had yet seen; Arwen, daughter of Elrond, in whom it was said that the likeness of Lúthien had come on earth again.
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Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, ‘a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all’. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.
‘And she stood then as still as a white tree, looking into the West, and at last she said: ❝ I will cleave to you, Dúnedan, and turn from the Twilight… ❞ ’
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they will look for his coming from the white tower…but he will not return.
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚝; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
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@viividpurity ( Celebrían ) | starter call | Accepting
How the moon cast silver light upon the valley this night. How Arwen’s heart so filled with joy. Such peace was perfection. She felt no tension as her feet quietly caressed the soft grass, gossamer skirts swishing quietly with each step. Orchids lined the path in this corner if the gardens, for it was where the warmest wind fell from the falls, creating a tropical feel. It was glorious -- and where she suspected she would find her mother. “Do you wish to be alone, or may I join your company, Naneth?”
@darachsciath | starter call | Accepting
How nervous Undómiel had been at the news of their guests. Gandalf knew how to make an entrance it seemed. NEVER a dull moment when that Istari was involved. YET, when the company arrived, she saw only sorrow and determination mingled with the distrust in the eyes of their Dwarven leader. She knew the Eldar would take no offense at the obvious behavior, but Arwen would be wary.
It was not until after the welcoming feast that she stumbled upon him -- and curiosity got the better of her approach. “You are far from home, Master Dwarf, with a long journey ahead, yet I have not heard word of my fathers help. He is quick to offer it to most. Have you upset him so?” She knew her words could sound grating to one so filled with distrust, but the jest could not be held any longer from her lips; as she sought only to ease tensions between their people.
This was his home and it always would be in the end, and now that the White City had it’s rightful king things seemed better then they had in such a long time. The darknesses no longer loomed as they had, and there ( for the moment ) was peace. “ That is a question I am not sure I really have much of a response for just yet. “ he confessed as he offered her a polite and easy smile in that moment. “ Then again I don’t really see myself moving away from here and seeking anything beyond. This is home. Always has been. “
“If a time comes that you find an answer, I am happy to listen.” She was genuine in all her words -- she always had been -- but it was different now. She sought his happiness, his peace, for his help had been invaluable. “And always will be.” Though Denethor had left a fair taint of madness upon the White City, it now was cleansed and ready for all the future would hold for the race of Men, starting with the eldest son. He would have a part yet to play in the future, for fate would not have spared his life otherwise.
To think, it was after complete obliteration that Gorthaur could remember whom he’d been, who he was. As far back as the Valian Years when Arda had been precious and new and even he’d been without corruption. When Yavanna and Mahal had seen him like a son, had granted him powers to stabilize the rough darkness errant in him. The spirit lingers ever closer, for in her mortality was the light of the Eldar diminished and wan, even more so in one that had rejected her immortality and the light of the Evenstar. Like smoke and dust fallen from gray skies will he stay–for as long as he might be suffered.
There would be no lies, no deception. Not anymore. “Im a beleg foeg er.” Not when such duplicity was useless with the loss of his power, one greater than the drowning of Westernesse. When he’d lost his Fana forever and the ability to take fair form, or physical at all. But this, even like this should the Half-elven know what he was, and if not, banish the mere sight of him. Like the Ringwraiths that had once hunted her friends, his form so similarly was; a cowardly cloak. But just as she should fear, Gorthaur should have never come at all. Even if she so closely resembled her fair ancestor that reminded him so of the past. A chill wind crossed, cutting and cold.
“Mui est- cin hi.”
There was little left in her life to be T A K E N , for her heart already lie beyond the oceans in the Halls of Mandos. The spirit of Aragorn Elessar was all she awaited -- for the hope that their souls would be allowed together in the halls. It was all that kept her soul alive as her body withered to naught. “Nothing is evil in the beginning...” Memory of her father’s words whispered from dry lips as she looked to the approaching shadow. “...Even Sauron was not so.” She did not fear this phantom -- this shadow of the Maia he used to be. Why was there reason for fear when the worse that could come to her was DEATH? What a mercy that would be, now.
“You once were the Maia of Aulë, a being that lived for the light if creation. You changed once before, so what is to say you have not changed now?” Especially after such a defeat as had been dealt upon the grounds of Mordor. She remembered that day very well. The day light prevailed across ALL of Endor. “Whui garol cin tulil hi?”
Let’s do a little starter call while I work on more drafts !! It will likely be only little things since all my drafts are multi para and I need a change of pace.