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houseofhaleth:

markedasinfernal:

It kind of makes me sad to think that for all of the centuries that Huan was Celegorm’s loyal companion, never once did he speak to him. The affable little puppy that gamboled beside him in his youth, sneezing at the pollen of the long grasses. The hunter who loped beside his master, his ears pricked forward among the rolling hooves and horn blasts to track their prey. The companion that comforted his master throughout his family’s turmoil; Celegorm’s one fixed point amid the chaos of his father’s rebellion, his best friend in the entire world who followed him through the flames, through terror of battle, until their bitter parting.  

Three times Huan was permitted to talk, and through all the joys and dangers and friendship of their long journey together never once did Huan tell Celegorm that he loved him. He chose instead to save himself for Lúthien, whom he had only met for scant days, in comparison to the lifetime spent with Celegorm. And we can argue about the rightness or wrongness of that choice all day, but in the end I still find it sad that Celegorm never got to hear that his best friend loved him.

I feel you on it being sad Huan never spoke to Celegorm out loud. I think they had a good relationship in Valinor, and like other people have pointed out, I think they did talk, because Celegorm could communicate with birds and animals. But yeah, it’s a fair argument that he should have talked out loud.

I just have a thing to say about your tags though. And it’s not really positive about Celegorm, I waited until Celegorm day was over to post it, but if you don’t want to read it then please don’t click.

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No you make a fair point, and perhaps I tagged a tad hastily, and not quite using the best words. Let me try to explain my reasoning. So as not to spam dashes, under the cut.

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the-bad-wolf-victorious:

royalbloodofmirkwood:

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royalbloodofmirkwood:

the-bad-wolf-victorious:

Rose looked at the elf curiously from where she sat, and for a long moment she was silent her gold eyes studying him with curiosity before gesturing the elven guards that had surrounded him to stand down.
She let out a breath and smiled a little before speaking in a calm pleasant tone. “welcome, what brings you to my realm?”
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"You seem nervous, my lady." A wry smirk touched his lips, glancing at her own guards posted around the room, fingers tapping lightly upon their weapons. “It is almost as if you do not trust me…"

"Well, you did come on my land unannounced so it would be in your best interest to identify yourself and your intent." She answered smoothly keeping her golden gaze fixed on him.

He sighed, flicking his own eyes up to meet her stare. “Well, I suppose we must observe the formalities,” he said icily. “You know very well who I am, my lady; Thranduil, King of the Elven Realm of Mirkwood. I trust that is a sufficient introduction,” he stated haughtily. “And my intent? Do you doubt me so? I merely came to talk. I trust you are keeping well?” 

Her eyes flashed gold for a brief second before she nodded, “one can’t be to careful, how are you fairing?” She wasn’t sure what to make of his presence, but knowing now that he didn’t mean her harm and he was who he said he was, she relaxed substantially.

"It is how I, and my realm, are faring that is what I must speak to you of." He glanced around the room, eyeing her guards warily. After a small pause, he walked over to his own lieutenant, and whispered a quick string of commands in Elvish, too low and rapid for either her, or her guards to catch. His lieutenant nodded, and with a gesture signaled the rest of his guards to exit the room, the doors shutting behind them with a crash.

A quick smile played over his lips as he strode forward once more, his silver eyes gazing into her own gold. For a second he hesitated, wondering how best to phrase his next request. “My lady, the things I wish to speak of are…not for the ears of the common soldiery. There are some delicate matters at hand, and I would prefer not to discuss them in front of just anyone, despite their loyalties. Might I then request it of you to dismiss your own guard, so that we may talk freely?”    

(Source: war-cries, via war-cries)

the-bad-wolf-victorious:

royalbloodofmirkwood:

the-bad-wolf-victorious:

Rose looked at the elf curiously from where she sat, and for a long moment she was silent her gold eyes studying him with curiosity before gesturing the elven guards that had surrounded him to stand down.
She let out a breath and smiled a little before speaking in a calm pleasant tone. “welcome, what brings you to my realm?”
image

"You seem nervous, my lady." A wry smirk touched his lips, glancing at her own guards posted around the room, fingers tapping lightly upon their weapons. “It is almost as if you do not trust me…"

"Well, you did come on my land unannounced so it would be in your best interest to identify yourself and your intent." She answered smoothly keeping her golden gaze fixed on him.

He sighed, flicking his own eyes up to meet her stare. “Well, I suppose we must observe the formalities,” he said icily. “You know very well who I am, my lady; Thranduil, King of the Elven Realm of Mirkwood. I trust that is a sufficient introduction,” he stated haughtily. “And my intent? Do you doubt me so? I merely came to talk. I trust you are keeping well?” 

(Source: war-cries, via war-cries)

the-bad-wolf-victorious:

Rose looked at the elf curiously from where she sat, and for a long moment she was silent her gold eyes studying him with curiosity before gesturing the elven guards that had surrounded him to stand down.
She let out a breath and smiled a little before speaking in a calm pleasant tone. “welcome, what brings you to my realm?”
image

"You seem nervous, my lady." A wry smirk touched his lips, glancing at her own guards posted around the room, fingers tapping lightly upon their weapons. "It is almost as if you do not trust me…"

(Source: war-cries)

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We actually need this now. Like right now. Like Peter Jackson drop whatever you are doing and make this RIGHT NOW. 

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Maglor is faced with a brutal choice; to condemn his brother to Morgoth’s torments, or to abandon his oath to reclaim the Silmarils. Either way, will he be able to live with his decision?

Find out - The Forgotten King

PS. A little bit slashy. As sometimes happens when I write things.

markedasinfernal:

“You are a man of peace.”
“I am not currently a man of war, my lady. It is not the same.”
Art by m0rifinwe, quote by Patrick Ness.

markedasinfernal:

“You are a man of peace.”

“I am not currently a man of war, my lady. It is not the same.”

Art by m0rifinwe, quote by Patrick Ness.

As I put on my other blog: if you’re interested, sometimes I write things. Silmarilliony things.

Latest update is some Maedhros / Fingon drama. Check it out.