“When did I say I hated the ass?”

"I'm sure it's what first drew you to me. You always were a sensible one."

"Well--" Aegnor wrinkled up his nose watching Orodreth feed his unicorn. Kids were so weird. He hadn't been like that. ...Right? "Hey, use this." He passed Orodreth a pocket knife, the blade very much real and sharp. "Don't you think it would be nice to have someone to play with? Like how your dad has me and Finna and Artie?"

Orodreth looked at the knife and smiled in his usual way while taking it... And proceeded to ram it into the unicorn's 'mouth' instead, gasping happily as it went right through the fabric.

"It worked, he's eating it!" the little elf brandished the toy towards his uncle, with the pocket knife half way inside the unicorn's head.

The tearing of the fabric had Aegnor's heart jumping. "Fuck-!" What had just happened--not at all what he'd thought when he gave him the knife.

"Y-yeah. But uh..." He stared at his knife sticking through the stuffed animal's face, then to his smiling nephew, and back. Heart still hammering. A shiver rippled down his arms. He took the knife. "Horses don't eat knives. That's not what you were supposed to do with it."

"Fuck?" Orodreth repeated to himself, confused, and peered closely into the hole he had ripped in his toy. Mesmerised by the sight of the stuffing inside, he put his hand through it to feel it and then continued with the original plan of feeding the carrot to the unicorn. The carrot disappeared into the stuffing.

"Fuck", Orodreth smiled and patted the unicorn's belly. "He's full of carrot!"

Urgh I log onto lotro after a loooong time (thanks to you guys lmao) and they've changed the banger log in music? And for what??

I realised they had changed it before. The mordor update login music was mid but the Rohan one was a Banger and so was the original one. Rip the good old days 😔✊️

"Well--" Aegnor wrinkled up his nose watching Orodreth feed his unicorn. Kids were so weird. He hadn't been like that. ...Right? "Hey, use this." He passed Orodreth a pocket knife, the blade very much real and sharp. "Don't you think it would be nice to have someone to play with? Like how your dad has me and Finna and Artie?"

Orodreth looked at the knife and smiled in his usual way while taking it... And proceeded to ram it into the unicorn's 'mouth' instead, gasping happily as it went right through the fabric.

"It worked, he's eating it!" the little elf brandished the toy towards his uncle, with the pocket knife half way inside the unicorn's head.

Maedhros: due to personal reasons *gestures to Fingon’s’ dead body* I will be going completely off the fucking rails

Maglor: due to personal reasons *gestures to the first age* I will be going completely off the fucking grid

Celegorm: Due to personal reasons *gestures in the direction of Nargothrond and Doriath* I am wanted in most of the fucking world.

Caranthir: Due to personal reasons *gestures to Angrod* I will be going fucking off on this little- [REDACTED]

And it’s finally complete! We got everybody!

Amarië ignored his comment, instead gracefully sitting in the seat in front of him.

“Tell me about your family. You have 6 brothers?”

Celegorm blinked at her, positively stunned. Somehow, she seemed even more beautiful when she was not simply frowning at him. His demeanour changed then, from the usual nonchalant manner, and he shrugged, shifting deeper into his chair.

"Six of them, each a bastard in their own way. You won't have to meet them if you don't want to."

She groaned softly, now completely unsure of what to do with both the pile of wet clothing on the floor and the now near naked elf beside her. As he pointed to the fire and the hound curled up before it, she glanced over to the flames and back at him. If he wanted to warm up, why was he telling her instead of joining his dog upon the bearskin rug? Blue eyes searched his joyful ones for a long moment, before she scurried off and found him a blanket.

"Like this?" She tossed the blanket over him before returning to her perch on the couch.

"Oh... Thank you", he said, surprised by both the compliance and the blanket. The hunter shuffled around with it on the sofa to find a comfortable position and proceeded to deposit his soaked trousers beside the rest of his clothes with a distinctive splat. Celegorm hummed contentedly.

"Come on. I promise I won't bite, pretty." He draped an arm over the back of the sofa and gestured to his side.