Ossë it’s so beautiful everything is perfect and wonderful look at it look at the perfect wonderful patterns they keep going forever and ever and ever and ever I mean you can’t look at something like this and not be happy and filled with awe Ossë come look at it come be awe-filled with me Ossë why is the world so fantastic I love everything
His already dilated pupils go almost completely black, glittering with what might be tears. He whispers “Nature is so incredible” and lays on the floor with the 3D fractal touching his nose. He doesn’t blink for the next four hours.
The swan honks and turns away from the demanding one, unimpressed. No gifts of leaves, and multiple wishes? If the swan had its way, this one would get exactly what it didn’t want.
To be worshiped and adored, one has to be a generous and attentive ruler, not a brash conqueror. For his dreams to come true, the swan has now opened up a public courtroom for Mai to rule from, where people come endlessly, day in and day out, to present their problems for him to fix. The chickens aren’t laying enough eggs, my Lord. The crops are a bit sparse. The local notice board has a post claiming I looked at another woman but I didn’t. This is now your life.
Thankfully, not all is lost! Your big brother Curumo now dogs your every step, endlessly attentive and loving, his eyes always watching you greedily.
The swan tilted its head, staring at the Elf curiously, before turning to swim away. But from its back rolled some sort of ball, or orb, and the strange stone floated over to Thranduil’s feet.
[Somewhere, there very likely is a Rossiel pausing to have a giggle at the thought of tiny anvils, and entirely uncertain what brought the image on. There’s a song in there somewhere, she thinks, one of those bawdy sorts the tavern-going folk are fond of these days. It could become very popular…]
“Ha, yes– I have it now:
O what do you forge with an anvil so small So small that you scarcely can see it at all? Must you work with the tiniest hammer and tongs And strike to the rhythm of tiny forge-songs? O what do you forge with an anvil so small So small that you scarcely can see it at all…”
[Lazily, in the air, you might, just might be able to see the wavering image of a huge smith pondering his tiny tools. And Rossiel is pleased, for she’d never before managed the trick of doing this with her songs. Maybe she’s getting better.]
Lindethiel paused and grinned, hearing the notes of the song dancing over the shrubbery that separated them. She could nearly see the ridiculous imagery of the lyrics, and she slipped between branches to see who it was crafting such skillfully silly rhymes.
“That was charming. Great innuendo in it, too; an instant classic.”
“A song about me? It’s beautiful, I love it, thank you. I’m so happy the world is full of song and merriment and joy and GREAT FRIENDS LIKE YOU.”
sweetMahal it’s so small it’ssosmallMitsaMITSA IT’S THE SMALLEST I LOVE IT I’VE NEVER LOVED ANYTHING MORE THAN I LOVE THIS VERY SMALL ANVIL MITSA I’m GOING TO cRY
… Hold that thought.
You’ll need these too.
*he just points wordlessly at the tool set and slowly doubles over onto the floor in a puddle of quivering mirth, making a shrill sound that only dogs can hear*
sweetMahal it’s so small it’ssosmallMitsaMITSA IT’S THE SMALLEST I LOVE IT I’VE NEVER LOVED ANYTHING MORE THAN I LOVE THIS VERY SMALL ANVIL MITSA I’m GOING TO cRY
Independent OC from Tolkien’s Legendarium, Lindethiel Tindomerel / Glinneliae. Just another Elf, you’re thinking, but n o my friend prepare to be shook. Ain’t no proper ladies or Elves in this neck of the wood. She’s toured the best five star dungeons in middle earth, sung songs about Elrond’s ~hospitality~, fallen out of trees onto unsuspecting hobbits, and kissed more Orcs than recommended by five out of five physicians. You want a sassy, sarcastic, shameless, reckless Elf on your dash? Look no further bro. Like or reblog for your pickup line today.
Listen, I’ve had some good, good times with Lin in chat and I deeply regret not making those RP seshs threads for all to see. She is a delight– super irreverent, gleefully vulgar, chaotic neutral bard, but in a wholesome way not in an edgelord way… she’s like the Deadpool of adorable elf bards who make very bad decisions and go flying through life by the seat of their pants.
IDK if Lin is for everyone, but Lin has definitely given me some wild, hilarious, and sometimes emotionally devastating times in the otherwise dreary landscape of Third Age Mordor.
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