collapse

* Activity

Re: On the Edge of Trouble by Shadowfax
[May 28, 2020, 12:02:48 PM]


Welcome to Mithlond by Cirdan
[May 28, 2020, 05:41:50 AM]


Re: And I Love Her by Celeborn
[May 28, 2020, 04:42:40 AM]


Garden Wanderings by Samwise Gamgee
[May 28, 2020, 04:23:55 AM]


Re: Song and Dance in the Hall of Fire by Glorfindel
[May 27, 2020, 02:38:43 AM]

* Who's Online

  • Dot Guests: 107
  • Dot Hidden: 0
  • Dot Users: 1
  • Dot Users Online:

* Wanted

Coming soon!

* Chatbox

Refresh History
  • Gard: Eitherway works for me I'd say and you can come in anytime :)
    May 28, 2020, 02:14:03 PM
  • Ari: and i oop
    May 28, 2020, 12:37:44 PM
  • Shadowfax: Got my post in Marbys. Dunno if Gard would like to post before yours as well? Heh, I suppose both parties could meet halfway, if they're both out wandering.
    May 28, 2020, 12:35:13 PM
  • Marbys: OK, Ari. I think it makes more sense if Ann finds you.
    May 28, 2020, 12:10:19 AM
  • Ari: Marbys, I'd like to get a post out for Shadowfax first (in response to Nauroval) but after that, yeah! Either we find you (Annungilel) or you find us, whatever your preference.
    May 26, 2020, 01:30:47 AM
  • Marbys: I’ll wait. If no one posts in a few days, I will then.
    May 23, 2020, 05:13:40 PM
  • Marbys: Sorry, I didn’t know there was something prearranged. I don’t access Discord a lot. It’s OK. I thought joining was open due to tag in the tag box.
    May 23, 2020, 05:11:06 PM
  • Gard: Can’t get to discord right now but yes that’s fine Marbys and I’ll give it a first come first serve!
    May 23, 2020, 04:42:01 PM
  • Ari: I'm fine with it Marbys. (There was ThatGuy who I think was also interested, but idk - whoever posts first I guess :P). Waiting on Gard's vote though.
    May 23, 2020, 01:03:55 AM
  • Marbys: The Fangorn thread, I mean.
    May 22, 2020, 11:25:13 PM
  • Marbys: I'm thinking about joining the Nauroval and Shadowfax with an already reformed Annúngilel. OK for you both, Ari and Gard?
    May 22, 2020, 11:24:12 PM
  • Ari: Shadowfax: *wiggles excitedly*
    May 22, 2020, 12:41:26 AM
  • Hera: New plotters ready!
    May 21, 2020, 11:32:10 PM
  • Hades: :P sure thing.
    May 21, 2020, 09:49:40 PM
  • Guiga: Don't stress, Hades. I like where it is going in my head now. Thank you, Gard!
    May 21, 2020, 03:18:36 AM
  • Hades: Oh! I’m sorry... I wasn’t aware that you wanted to take it in a specific direction. We can always loop around to the direction you want to take it. :)
    May 21, 2020, 02:40:44 AM
  • Gard: I am stalking that thread so hard :)
    May 21, 2020, 02:13:29 AM
  • Guiga: Yes, sure. That thread just took a turn in another direction, but this way we can explore their relationship.
    May 21, 2020, 01:30:47 AM
  • Hades: Beautiful, I hope you liked it!
    May 21, 2020, 12:33:36 AM
  • Guiga: Don't worry, Hades. It's OK. I'll finish a few things and then reply as Bard.
    May 20, 2020, 09:38:14 PM

* Directories

RPG-D RPG Initiative

* Awards

Author Topic: And I Love Her  (Read 3686 times)

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
And I Love Her
« on: October 15, 2017, 05:29:09 AM »
It was perhaps not so odd to see the silver-haired Prince of Doriath pacing, for he often did so when he was frustrated and/or thinking. The fact that he was doing so in the gardens of Menegroth in front of a fountain in the intricate shape of a spiting fish was not even so odd for him, since it was well known that Celeborn found the gardens soothing, a piece of nature within the caves of Menegroth. It was mostly the time, well after when most people were asleep in their beds that was the oddest thing, even if it was not too uncommon for him to be up and unable to sleep.

He had even tried to go to bed, had changed into his usual sleepwear of soft and simple pants and shirt, his hair unbound a little disarrayed from his running his fingers through the silver tresses. He had come here with footwear but had quickly pulled them off, preferring to be grounded by the soil beneath his feet as he sorted things out. And what exactly was he trying to sort out? How exactly he felt about his distant kin that had shown up early in the day, a brother and sister.

There was something about the sister, and Elleth named Artanis, and she was most fair, even fairer than his queen and princess, vast preferring her pale locks of their dark ones. There was something unsettling about her yet somehow sad at the same time, like she had experienced something horrifying and yet tried to be above it all. Her eyes glowed with something that unnerved him when their eyes had met and then there was her name.

Artanis?! Surely that did not do her justice. He thought it meant “Noble Woman” in Quenya but his knowledge of that language was a bit limited. No, that name would not due for her. And yet even as such a thought crossed his mind, another thought came that he had no right to rename her for he barely knew her, having only exchanged a few words with her. Yet deep within him he had come up with another, Sindarin name with her “Galadriel” for she was crowned with radiance, and not just her hair.

He gave a frustrated growl and redoubled his pacing. ”Ai! Eru strike me down now!” He was unaware of his surroundings and so would be oblivious if he had an audience to his rantings. ”She far too fair and lovely to have such a name as Artanis yet I should not be naming her...” He stopped near a tree, leaning heavily against it and letting the cool bark ease what surely must be a fever for his ravings. ”Galadriel, even if she never knows such a name or if I never speak again.” And while he did not know that name of what he felt, he knew he felt it strongly for her.

Thranduil

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Whitney
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #1 on: November 08, 2017, 05:31:16 AM »
Most people were asleep, but as was not terribly uncommon, Thranduil was not most people. He’d made a habit of being contrary for the pure sake of it, if only to inject a mild taste of the unexpected into what was the undeniable monotony of life in Menegroth.  His father indulged him, for it did no real harm, and Thranduil suspected that beneath a father’s obligation, Oropher might have silently approved.

Unlike Celeborn, Thranduil had not yet made any attempt at sleep, nor did it seem that sleep sought to claim him any time soon.  Like so many others, he had been swept up in the excitement of visitors from afar, and his mind had been quite full of thoughts of them, himself.  He was still dressed for court, cutting an ever impressive figure worthy of any elvish lordling, and by the way he always carried himself, it was clear to most that he damn well knew it.  Arrogance was no virtue, and yet Thranduil seemed to think otherwise.

Had his besotted kinsman had his full presence of mind, he might have noted a pair of boots, the only part of Thranduil visible where he rested against another nearby tree, back leaned against the bark, legs stretched out before him.  But Thranduil noticed Celeborn.  Even before he had begun speaking, the sound of bare feet was clear enough, and a brief glance told Thranduil exactly who had intruded upon the garden this evening.  Yet he did not announce himself to Celeborn immediately, not wanting to interrupt his own solitude any more than he sensed Celeborn wanted to be interrupted.  However, the words spoken aloud were too much to resist.

“She certainly is lovely,” he observed, climbing to his feet, stretching out long limbs before fully rounding the tree and coming into view.  Blue eyes sparkled, unable to hide his ill intentions.  He maintained a distance, allowing Celeborn that small degree of safety, though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t push onward.  “And in possession of quite the sharp wit,” he continued, wondering absently if Celeborn had even worked up the courage to speak to her, or if he was simply sighing over her beauty from afar. 

“Her brother is also quite charming.  Shall we think of a new name for him as well?  The night is young.”

He loved Celeborn dearly, and if he were quick to tease it was only because he knew his kinsman would forgive him. 

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #2 on: November 26, 2017, 02:44:53 AM »
His musings, nay rantings, it seemed were not spoken to an empty space and at the sound of Thranduil's voice, Celeborn stiffened a moment before he turned around slowly. His gray eyes took in the fact that unlike him, his cousin seemed to not have even started to get ready for bed and his lips became a thin line as he considered what his kinsman might have heard of his words that he thought were only heard by himself and the birds and the trees. At least it was not Artanis that came and heard his words.

And there was a certain sharpness in his gaze as Thranduil agreed that she was very lovely, not sure if he had a potential rival for her affections. He kept silent though, warily watching his kinsman approach, well aware for his penchant for riling people up, and very much aware that he knew the exact buttons to press to get Celeborn to react a certain way. He did incline his head at the words about her having a sharp wit.  ”Did you say something to cause her to use her sharp wit on you, Thranduil?” There was a flicker of near amusement before he turned his attention back to his tree, hand upon its bark as if he was gaining some sort of comfort from it.

Thranduil's next words sent a chill down his spine and he gave quite the glare. Elves generally do not name others so freely. He had named Artanis because...well because he loved her. His eyes widened as he realized that but he quickly narrowed his eyes. ”Not unless you have a certain affection for him, Thranduil.” His attention was pulled back to the tree and he tried to ignore his kinsman's presence the best he could, hoping to be left along so he could sigh and moon over Artanis in peace.

Thranduil

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Whitney
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #3 on: February 04, 2018, 09:53:43 PM »
Thranduil was remarkably perceptive when he set his mind to it, and he very easily caught that sharp gaze, the stiffened posture, and he suspected its cause without much thought.  Was Celeborn somehow jealous?  Or at the very least, worried?  Over Thranduil?  While it was true that Thranduil was more than a little charming, and far more well-dressed (at least in his own estimation) than Celeborn, he was also far too shrewd to dive head first into anything, romance least of all!

“I would hate to be so lacking in wit that I would so easily be the victim of it,” he replied, putting to rest any suggestion that he’d been anything less than perfectly polite.  Though Celeborn had no real cause to fear Thranduil as a romantic competitor, it was no lie that he’d struck a quick rapport with Artanis.  His kinsman might have been wiser to fear the stories Thranduil might have told about him, or may yet be inclined to tell in the future. “Artanis and I simply found the time to,” he paused, searching for the right words that would both appropriately describe their brief interaction and refrain from being overly cruel to his poor cousin.  “... converse,” he decided upon a moment later.  “Converse about… others.”

Gossip.  The correct word was gossip. But Thranduil would never admit to gossip any more than he would suggest it in another whom he found himself getting along with quite well.  “But I would never repeat the things we spoke of.  It would be in poor taste, don’t you think?”

Poor Celeborn might have hoped to drive Thranduil away with his words, but now that he had sensed his cousin’s discomfort, Thranduil latched on eagerly. He edged closer, not yet fully invading Celeborn’s personal space, but lurking almost oppressively at the very edge of it, a predator scenting its prey.  “Mm, he’s a bit too noble for my taste,” he offered in reply, knowing very well that this was likely quite far from the topic of conversation Celeborn would have chosen.  “Too tall, as well.”

Not allowing his kinsman the time to reply, Thranduil pushed on in the hopes of throwing Celeborn far enough off balance that he might answer honestly.  “Have you spoken to her of all this?”

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #4 on: February 27, 2018, 02:40:58 AM »
For some reason, Celeborn found Thranduil's comment about his wit to be rather amusing, and gave a snort as he glanced at his kinsman briefly before his attention went back to the tree. His hand was pressed against its bark and he swore he could feel life pulsing underneath his palm coming from within the tree. His gaze was brought back to the other Elf as he tried to explain, rather haltingly Celeborn thought, exactly what he and Artanis' relationship. His gaze a bit wary until Thranduil finished his sentence with a description what sounded suspiciously like gossip. ”So the two of you gossiped like a bunch of older woman.” There was something akin to amusement lurking in his tone but he tried to keep it as bland as he could. He truly smirked when his cousin asked him if it was in poor taste to repeat what they discussed. ”When has something being in poor taste stopped you before, mellon?”

Of course, while he did continue the conversation, he did wish that Thranduil would leave him peace and let him pine after Artanis while he did...whatever Thranduil did late at night. He gave his friend another sharp, yet curious look as the thought occurred to him. ”Why are you up so late, Thranduil? I doubt you have my excuse of tormented love keeping you awake.” This last was said with a self-deprecating quirk of his lips. Then Thranduil's words about Artanis' brother made him give a bark of laughter. ”I'm sure you would say that about nearly everyone.” Of course, whether he was referring to the noble part or the height, he keep purposefully ambiguous.

If Thranduil was trying for a reaction, Celeborn gave it him as he he started and stared at Thranduil in a mix of miserable, annoyed, and perhaps a bit chagrined. ”I have spoken to her, briefly, though not of this.” His gaze yet again went to the tree beside him and he leaned his head gently against the trunk, closing his eyes, though whether out of pain or something else, Celeborn wouldn't be able to tell you. ”Have you ever felt as though you couldn't live without someone even though you just met them? It...it is like that with her.” He squeezed his eyes tighter. ”I am afraid to tell her, Thranduil. I'm not sure I could survive if she did not return my feelings.” He opened his eyes and craned his head to peer at his companion while keeping his head pressed against the tree, almost as if it was providing him physical comfort. ”What do I do?' His voice was tight with emotion, though he wasn't entirely sure which one or ones.

Thranduil

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Whitney
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #5 on: August 29, 2018, 03:24:02 AM »
At the use of the word ‘gossip,’ Thranduil cast a scolding look at his kinsman, who did not seem to understand that such a word could rightly be seen as an insult (the truth of the matter notwithstanding).  And as much as he pretended to be unabashedly crass, he knew very well which lines should never be crossed, even in jest.  It was simply a part of his charm, the carefully cultivated arrogance, the jokes that were just barely this side of inappropriate, the type that would make his father shake his head and scold, but that he would laugh about later when they were alone.   He was certain Celeborn could never quite understand his particular brand of charm, but then again, he had no need to. Celeborn’s charms came from different strengths.

“No, I am not awake from lovesick longing,” he acknowledged, taking up his own position, back leaned against Celeborn’s tree so that his own gaze was directed away from his poor cousin in the hopes that it might encourage him to speak more freely.  No need to be an oppressive presence when Celeborn was doing an excellent job of working himself into a state.  “Nor can I say I have ever felt such an affection before.  You are made more for love than I am, I fear.”  No, Thranduil was far from ready to settle down and tend to such important things as love and family. Nor was he eager for it. Settling down meant responsibility, meant becoming a better man than he was now, and he was still having far too much fun being who he was!

He gave that pleading question the thought it deserved, though. Whatever his kinsman may have thought of him, Thranduil was no more experienced in this than he was.  Certainly there were better opinions to seek out in this, but unfortunately for Celeborn, Thranduil was the one he was stuck with for the moment.

“Write her a letter,” he suggested, his words turning more earnest than they had been before. His head turned, where it still rested against the bark of the tree, and he cast a smile that was far more sincere than was his usual. As much as he might tease, Thranduil saw well the truth in Celeborn’s longing, and he did want to help, if such help would do any good.  Just as likely, Celeborn would see him as a rival and reject those efforts, but his cousin could not be blamed for feeling a bit insecure. 

“I will even deliver it for you, if you’d like,” he offered. “And I’ll not say a word that might suggest I am the far better catch between the two of us.”  So much for earnest…

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #6 on: October 02, 2018, 02:40:42 AM »
His lips curled into a semi-amused smirk when Thranduil cast him a scolding look. It seemed his guess had hit the mark since otherwise his kinsman would have come up with a quip about it otherwise. Celeborn knew Thranduil well enough to know many of his looks, especially in conjunction to his own words. When the two of them were truly at it, they played off each other beautifully. But this conversation was not the sort that he wanted to play at. If he was telling the truth, he wanted it to be over so he could brood in peace. But he still muttered, ”So I am correct then?” His smirk grew when he said this.

He inclined his head at acknowledging that Thranduil’s reason was not his but he raised an eyebrow at not being giving an answer. ”But that does not answer my question, cousin.” His companion then went onto say, which they both already knew, that he had never felt such affection before. Celeborn’s eyes widened in surprise at hearing that Thranduil thought he was made for love, or at least more than Thranduil himself. ”Are we not all made for love, my friend, even you, by Eru? I believe it is in our very natures as Elves to love, even if it is not romantically.” He gave him a side-glance. ”I’m sure you can convince some unsuspecting Elleth that you are worth putting up with. Though I do feel sorry for whoever she is.” His smirk was even more pronounced than before at this jab at his friend.

Celeborn cocked his head a little like an owl at Thranduil’s suggestion to write Artanis a letter. The idea did have merit. He didn’t need to formulate his words on the spot, instead taking his time to craft his words the best way. ”I’m surprised in you, Thranduil. You actually have a good idea.” He gave his kinsman a side-eye at hearing that he would deliver the letter for Celeborn if he wished. ”I shall think on your offer to be my delivery boy.” Thranduil’s words at not letting on that he was better catch than Doriath’s prince were met with a snort. ”Much appreciated but somehow I doubt that she would agree with you. I am of course the Prince of Doriath and you are not.” He was feeling rather smug and in general a little bit better. Yes, a love letter to Artanis Nerwen and he supposed he would let Thranduil deliver it for him.

Thranduil

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Whitney
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #7 on: October 24, 2019, 06:47:30 AM »
At the suggestion that he’d had a good idea, Thranduil replied only with the questioning arching of a brow, a pointed look that questioned the compliment. Perhaps it had been a good idea, but it had not been a great idea, and there was a distinct difference.  Perhaps Artanis would warm to a letter, but a part of him worried that his poor, dear kinsman would write something all together too cloyingly sweet… or worse…  poetry!  And not the clever, interesting kind of poetry, either. 

That more sincere side of himself considered offering a bit more advice, thoughts on how best to pique her interest or excite her curiosity, but that last comment…   He wasn’t fond of this smug, competitive side of his dear cousin, and he was half amused, half irritated at the suggestion that Artanis would put any weight at all in silly things like royal title, even if it had only been said in jest.  And as if he didn’t have all the charm of a prince and then some! 

“Careful, cousin,” he teased, making exactly no effort to hide the glint of mischief behind his eyes.  “You don’t want to tempt me into proving just how wrong you are.”  It was simply a tease, entirely empty of any of the cunning malice that lurked deep beneath all the humor and charm.  No matter how his dear cousin’s words might have riled his irritation, Thranduil could never bring himself to be truly cruel… even if it were only cruelty by omission.

With a heavy sigh, a hand lifted to rub at his temples, soothing away what were likely the beginnings of a headache.  “If you do intend to write a letter, do try not to be completely hopeless.  You won’t woo her with empty words.”  He didn’t meet Celeborn’s gaze as he spoke, rather turning his eyes to some point far above, focusing there so that he might gather his more honest thoughts.  Sincerity was not his strong suit, and it took more effort to be perfectly, necessarily honest.

“And though I would be glad to deliver it for you, I would advise you to find your courage and do it yourself.”  And it was not for any teasing reason he had suggested before. There was no danger of Artanis turning her eyes on Thranduil instead. He did wonder, for only a moment, if he ought to feign interest in the hopes it might ignite some fire in Celeborn that would help him overcome whatever fears kept him from simply speaking to her. But he’d have never been able to keep up the facade, and so the idea was abandoned in favor of a bit more truth.

“But why would you ever fear she would turn you away?”
he finally asked, trying instead to be perfectly blunt.  Perhaps it would help.  “You are more than worthy of her love. You should act like it!”

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #8 on: February 08, 2020, 07:34:51 PM »
Celeborn had to admit that he was rather disappointed that Thranduil refused to rise to his bait. One of his main sources of entertainment was trying to goad people into certain reactions. And those he knew best were often the easiest since he knew exactly which buttons to press. Though to be totally honest, Thranduil knew exactly what buttons to press on him to get him to react. That was the nature of their friendship, each goading the other into certain reactions without any lingering hard feelings beyond perhaps a perpetual sense of annoyance.

Ah, he finally got some sort of reaction to from his friend at the half-joking suggestion that he was a better potential husband since he had a royal title whereas Thranduil did not. ”And how exactly would you prove me wrong?” He was half-curious about what Thranduil might do to prove him wrong and half-terrified that Artanis might actually prefer his kinsman to himself. And if he was entirely honest with himself, the latter idea was stronger than the former.

He did snort at Thranduil’s advice about how he should write. ”I am pleased to know just how highly you think of my ability to write, mellon.” He rarely spoke empty words, unless it was to mock or idle chatter, though he generally disliked most idle chatter. No, when Celeborn wanted to flatter someone, he spoke the absolute truth, even if that truth was not always the kindest, which might often get him in trouble. He nodded a bit absently at Thranduil’s advice to deliver it himself, mind more on what words he might use to woo her.

His friend’s next line of questions about why he should be afraid had the silver-haired prince shrug rather hopelessly. He was not entirely sure why he was so terrified of her rejection. ”What makes you so sure I am truly worthy of her love, Thranduil?” He had meant to be an angry snap to get Thranduil to shut up but it came out more as a despondent whine, not exactly his usual tone of voice but his inner anguish was over-ruling his usually good sense and self-confidence.

Thranduil

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Whitney
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #9 on: April 09, 2020, 07:25:36 AM »
Still rather impressively avoiding any bait that Celeborn might be offering (even though it was easy enough to detail all his good qualities and every other reason why any woman might prefer him to his less interesting cousin), Thranduil maintained his focus on the task at hand.  He’d been fully prepared to elaborate on his perceived insult to Celeborn’s writing when his cousin spoke again. 

A brow arched skyward and he leveled the other elf with a look that was part shock and part amusement.  Had his cousin just whined at him?  This was serious.  He was becoming an absolute mess!  It was enough to completely jarr Thranduil out of his typical bravado, leaving behind an all too rare glimpse of his more genuine self. The expression he wore was almost one of sincere concern.  ‘Almost’ because even in that moment, his expression never fully lost that incredulous arched brow. 

“You’re worthy of her love because you love her,” he explained.  Gone was the humor and the teasing and the near ever present air of superiority.  This was Thranduil devoid of all the color that often painted his words as vain or boastful or insincere. And Thranduil was not at all comfortable with this kinder side of sincerity!

He rejected the sincerity with a shake of his head and a clearing of his throat.  Really, what had come over him? “And now that you’ve got me spouting that sentimental nonsense, we know things have gone too far!”

Faced with the absolute necessity of regaining what power he had lost in being so damned sincere, Thranduil put back on his bravado before Celeborn could even have the chance to notice he’d been almost kind for a moment.  “She and I are alike in many ways,” he observed, feigning helpfulness through honestly, but only in order to set up the punchline. “So what would you say if you wanted to woo me?” The grin broke through and he was off, plunging forward with every intention of causing his friend to become completely flustered.

“Go on.  I’m almost as pretty as she is, so it won’t be hard to pretend.”

Celeborn

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Becca
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: And I Love Her
« Reply #10 on: May 28, 2020, 04:42:40 AM »
What in Eru’s name was going on with Thranduil? The two of them rarely missed a chance to trade barbs and needle one another relentlessly? And was that concern that Celeborn saw and heard from his kinsman? Thranduil didn’t even have his excuse of being lovesick and besotted. The world seemed to have been turned completely upside down by the arrival of the Noldor. He could still hear his king complain about it to both the queen and Celeborn himself. But he wasn’t sure their arrival was a bad thing at all.

At his friend’s words about why exactly he was worthy of her love, Celeborn gave him an odd look. How was it that Thranduil could go on about something he really had no personal experience with and be so right about what he said? Celeborn was honestly a little impressed and jealous by that skill. But he mostly just gave his friend a rather non-committal grunt. It would not do to inflate Thranduil’s ego to tell him that he was probably right in the matters of the heart.

He snorted in amusement at Thranduil’s dropping of his over-sentimental side, which Celeborn was almost certain the real Thranduil, and shook his head at him. The comment about Thranduil and Artanis being alike was met with a droll, ”Oh, really.” But he gaped at the suggestion that he pretend that his friend was Artanis and he should practice wooing her. ”No, Thranduil. Is it not enough that I am letting you read what I decide to write to the lady? You are being ridiculous.” No, if his kinsman thought he was going to fake woo him, pretending he was Artanis, then Thranduil was absolutely mad.

 


* Tagbox

Refresh History
  • Becca: Open thread during LOTR (specifically after War of the Ring) with Sam [link]
    May 28, 2020, 04:25:06 AM
  • Nauroval: Open thread for assistance from any in Rohan/Near Fangorn! Removing an arrow from the wing of a Great Eagle and getting to possibly speak to her and meet Shadowfax due to it! :smile: [link]
    May 22, 2020, 12:08:54 AM
  • Nienna: Open thread for LotR time line, for Sahib: [link]
    May 20, 2020, 02:44:11 AM
  • Nienna: Oh la la, a post! [link]
    May 20, 2020, 02:38:53 AM
  • Sauron: Reply for Saruman [link]
    May 12, 2020, 09:02:52 AM
  • Estel/Aragorn: Starter for Trenardir [link]
    May 09, 2020, 07:46:26 AM
  • Estel/Aragorn: Starter for Elrond [link]
    May 09, 2020, 05:04:57 AM
  • Bard: Don't feel disheartened. The thread is open to anyone, including Bain. I've also made a slight change to the last paragraph. I hope it helps you in joining the thread.
    May 06, 2020, 08:34:45 AM
  • Nienna: Oh! Was about to toss Bain at Pappa, but after reading the last paragraph... hmmm...
    May 06, 2020, 03:32:31 AM
  • Bard: Open thread at Laketown for anyone with a reason to be there during a cold winter night
    May 01, 2020, 01:40:22 AM
  • Saruman: Starter for Sauron [[link]]
    April 30, 2020, 06:27:20 AM
  • Gandalf: Open thread at the Shire for any and all Hobbits
    April 29, 2020, 09:20:22 PM
  • Faramir: Reply for Éomer! [link]
    April 23, 2020, 03:40:13 PM
  • Faramir: Starter for Boromir! [link]
    April 22, 2020, 12:47:38 PM
  • Nienna: [link] open thread!
    January 14, 2020, 04:33:41 AM
  • Nienna: [link] @Ihsan @Reis
    November 24, 2019, 03:32:06 AM
  • Lothíriel: [link] Eorik as well
    November 12, 2019, 07:52:07 PM
  • Meren: Reply for Faramir (finally after a million years) [link]
    November 12, 2019, 07:33:42 PM
  • Legolas: [link] @Thranduil
    November 09, 2019, 01:38:45 AM
  • Galadriel: i give up i keep hitting the wrong account here xD
    October 29, 2019, 05:52:34 AM