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elijones94 · 3 months

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🌳 At the beginning of Pooh’s Grand Adventure”, it’s clear that Christopher Robin is struggling to tell Pooh the sad news that he will be starting school very soon. After a long day together, the two friends share a heart to heart talk up in a tree as the sun sets.

#Christopher Robin #Winnie the Pooh #character study #Disney fanart #Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin #forever and ever #wherever you are #a boy and a bear #Christopher Robin and Pooh #Pooh Bear #you are braver than you believe #stronger than you seem #smarter than you think #sadnees #loneliness #heartbreak #sunset #from summer to fall #The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

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lilliancdoodles · 22 days

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"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know" - AA Milne, Winnie the Pooh.

Happy (belated) Birthday to the original eggs!!

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I started this on April 3rd but im really bad at staying focused so here it is 3 days later :). I got the idea for this from an old Aphmau fanart I had saved in pintrest ages ago. It got deleted at some point and i didn't notice, but oh well.

The base idea is the one year old kid talking to their day 1 / first week self. I wasn't in the fandom at that point, but I have rough ideas on what each egg did early on and based it off of that.

Chayanne: - My first idea for this had Chayanne in the 'Smarter' position. I tried to match up the kids to what I thought was least likely. I eventually switched this. I thought Chay would fit better in the 'Braver' spot as I imagine that older Chay would encourage his younger self knowing what was coming. He was really excitable at the beginning, but over the last year, he has realized that he is braver than he thought. - I gave baby Chay an iron sword because early on diamonds weren't allowed. Older Chayanne has a diamond sword to show the growth and changes in Quesadilla island and himself.

Dapper: - Dapper was originally in the 'Braver' position. I changed them to the 'Stronger' position, but they could work for either. I imagine after having like 7(?) kidnappings Dapper wants to tell his younger self that he's strong. - Baby dapper his holding his first pet slime. I don't know what its name is, but I know that Dappers first pet was a caged Slime.

Leonard@: - Leo was originally in the 'Loved' position, this was changed cause I thought that Ramon would be better there. - baby leo is holding the camera they used a lot at the beginning of the server - I personally just really like how I drew older Leo. They give off cool older sibling energy. - Personal HC for Leo: Leos eyes change color depending on which parent they were around most recently. Foolish: Green Vegetta: Purple Both: sectoral heterochromia with both Green and Purple This is why baby Leo's eyes are both green and purple, cause they were around both of their parents at that time. While older Leos eyes are green because they've only been with Foolish for so long.

Ramon: - Ramon was originally in the 'Stronger' position. I changed this cause of how much love has to do with Ramon and his story (I am biased I apologize) - Baby Ramon is holding a Nautilus Shell. This was the first gift Fit ever gave to Ramon. - Older Ramon showing Baby Ramon a firefly because fireflies remind them of Fit. - a TINY detail that you can barely see, but older Ramon has pac-man shaped irises.

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp dapper #qsmp leonarda #qsmp ramon #LCDoodles #I tried to be more extreme with my shading for this piece #Also tried to do some weighted line but I don't know if it worked or not #I like how it turned out but I need to experiment more

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 months

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YALL I NEED SENIOR QUOTE HELP

what are your favorite quotes from this list?

YOU'RE BRAVER THAN YOU BELIEVE AND STRONGER THAN YOU SEEM, AND SMARTER THAN YOU THINK." -- WINNIE THE POOH, POOH'S MOST GRAND ADVENTURE.

A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows she has none – Marylin Monroe

True courage is pursuing your dream, even when everyone else says it’s impossible- Barbie Three Musketeers

Every star is there for a reason. They don’t have to fit in with the other stars to be important, they just have to be themselves- Barbie Mariposa

“Magic happens when you believe in yourself.” – Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale

“What makes you different just might be your greatest strength.” – Barbie In A Mermaid Tale

“The most beautiful thing you can be is yourself.” – Barbie: Mariposa

I want to be defined by the things that I love. Not the things that I’m afraid of or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I just think you are what you love. – Taylor Swift

Never be so kind, you forget to be clever. Never be so clever, you forget to be kind. -Taylor Swift

I had a marvelous time ruining everything- Taylor Swift

There were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take- Taylor Swift

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maslimanny · 5 months

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Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think and twice as beautiful as you'd ever imagined. Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

#maslimanny #feelings #life #rumi

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poohsources · 1 year

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🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺.

following my last post, i went through every single one of my templates to see which ones were having problems ( which were more than i initially thought ) and updated them all. the textbox itself might look a little more cluttered now, but i've tried to make it as readable as possible still. for those of you who want to fix the issue yourself ( in case i missed any or if it didn't update for you ) i'll leave a small guide down below on what you need to do. but first of, here's a list of all the templates i've updated:

EEYORE

LUMPY

SKULLASAURUS

KESSIE

OWL

SILLY OLD BEAR

HUNNY POT

BRAVER THAN YOU BELIEVE

STRONGER THAN YOU SEEM

SMARTER THAN YOU THINK

RUMBLY IN MY TUMBLY

BLUE BALLOON

NEW ADVENTURES

and as promised, here are the solutions for the most prominent problems i came across.

the first issue is the easier one of the two and it happens when styling a text as code and literally anything else. for me, the one i most commonly use is `**example**` and to fix that, you simply need to delete the asterisks, so instead of `**text**` you'll just have `text`. so whenever you have used the `` for code, just delete whatever other markdown formatting you've used.

the next issue is the spacing issue mentioned in the previous post. as i said, the easiest way to fix that is by including a simple dot and coloring it in whatever color is used in your highlight / background. one example of this would be ==[.]{#ababab} example text [.]{#ababab}== when doing it like this, you can even keep the bigger spaces - just make sure to place the dot right after the == in the beginning and right before the == at the end. and make sure to really change the color to whatever color you've used in your highlight / background, otherwise, it's probably gonna look weird.

another thing i noticed is that you cannot have any spacing following one of the symbols used for formatting. there needs to be some form of text so either use the dot method above again or, if you don't need the space, simply delete it.

if anyone notices i've missed anything, or has some further question, please feel free to ask! :)

#pooh speaks.#carrd #carrd templates #carrd help #( ngl i absolutely hate carrd for doing this right now )#( and i really hope they're gonna fix this in another update )#( but until then i hope this quick fix will do the trick )

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atthedugouts · 28 days

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Some Winnie the Pooh quotes that make me think of / associate with Shameless characters:

“You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.” -Ian

“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” -Liam

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like, ‘What about lunch?’” -Carl

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” -Fiona

“They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.” -Lip

“If people are upset because you’ve forgotten something, console them by letting them know you didn’t forget—you just weren’t remembering.” -Frank

“Promise you won’t forget me ever?” -Debbie

“The most important thing is, even when we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.”-Mickey

“I always get to where I'm going by walking away from where I have been.”-Mandy

“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.” -Iggy

“I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.” -Colin

“After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends.” -Kev

“It isn’t much good having anything exciting, if you can’t share it with somebody.” -V

“Some people care too much. I think it's called love.” -Svetlana

#shameless us #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallagers #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #lip gallagher #carl gallagher #mandy milkovich #winnie the pooh quotes can make you smile or cry #like shameless #milkovich siblings #colin milkovich #iggy milkovich

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derangedbutcool · 5 months

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“You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” – Christopher Robin, Winnie The Pooh

#quotes #disney #winnie the pooh #christopher robin #i love this #have a nice day #love yall #hehe

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simplypooh · 3 months

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hey! i just wanted to let you know that i love this blog, winnie the pooh has been such a comforting thing to me ever since i was a kid and it's always great to see some appreciation for it on my dash. if you don't mind me asking you a random question, what's your favorite of all the winnie the pooh movies, and why?

Omg thank you! I’m not the best at answering messages on here but this means a lot! 😊 Winnie the Pooh has always been the biggest comfort in my life too, ever since I was a baby. My favorite Pooh movie is probably Pooh’s Grand Adventure, I’ve watched it too many times to count and it’s such a sweet, precious, and comforting movie to me ☺️ And one of my favorite quotes is ‘you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think’, from the movie, it’s pretty much my daily affirmation 😄❤️ I’m so glad my blog can bring the joy of Winnie the Pooh to people that love Pooh as much as I do 🥰 ❤️❤️❤️

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elijones94 · 3 months

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🐻 As much as I have drawn Tigger, I have done a decently almost equal amount of drawings of Pooh Bear and Christopher Robin. I based this drawing on a scene at the end of the movie “Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin”. In the movie, Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Rabbit, and Eeyore embark on a journey to rescue Christopher Robin from the “skull”. In the end, it’s revealed that Christopher Robin was just at school. During their journey homeward, each of the obstacles Pooh and his friends faced were implied to be illusions created by their feelings of doubt, fear, and loneliness. Before the closing credits, Christopher Robin and Pooh share another heart to heart talk much like at the beginning of the story. 🌳🐾

#Winnie the Pooh #Christopher Robin #character study #Disney fanart #Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin #Christopher Robin and Pooh #a boy and a bear #silly old bear #Pooh Bear #you are braver than you believe #stronger than you seem #smarter than you think #The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh #Jim Cummings #Brady Bluhm #Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree #Sterling Holloway #Bruce Reitherman

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overthinkingsquared · 6 months

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“You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” – A. A. Mine

#quotes #motivating quotes #motivation #life lessons #life quotes #feelings #life quote #thinking #thoughts

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 21 days

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The Guardian—Epilogue

There was some conclusion to the story of Haldir and Mildrithe at the end of Chapter 5, but I didn’t want to leave it there because she’s only 6 years old and they have so many years left together! But I also didn’t want to be writing chapters of this until the end of time, so I did an epilogue that checks in on them at 7 different points across her life, just so we can see how they’re getting on and the ways that they still love and support each other through the undeniable challenge of raising a human in an elf’s world. (Catch up on other chapters by going to the very bottom of my pinned post.)

The seven little mini-stories take place when Mildrithe is 8, 12, 16, 20, 28, 40 and 78. If you don’t want to think about what happens to humans when they get old, then stop after the sixth story! They’re numbered in the text so you can do this easily.

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1. “Be careful there, you’ve got it the wrong way around.” Haldir reached out and gently took hold of the knife handle, turning it so that the sharp edge of the blade now faced down.

Mildrithe shrugged and grinned at him, a prominent gap in her smile where a tooth had recently fallen out. Then she sat back to watch him finish serving the dessert. “Do you really think this will be the best cake I’ve ever had?”

“I really do,” he said. “It came straight from the lord and lady’s own kitchens. Nothing but the best for your eighth birthday.” A little honeyed frosting clung to one of his fingers, and he dabbed it onto the end of her nose, making her giggle. “Ask Idhrien if you don’t believe me.”

Idhrien nodded in mock solemnity. “I’ve studied the matter thoroughly, and I can promise that you will find no better in all of Middle Earth.”

Mildrithe looked back excitedly at the pieces that Haldir was now transferring onto plates, but as she claimed her slice, her expression turned thoughtful. “You really don’t celebrate your own birthdays at all? Not even with cake?”

Haldir and Idhrien exchanged quick glances. They had discussed many times how best to address these questions that touched on differences between their kinds, but it still felt fraught to him. Mildrithe always accepted the answers she was given, but he knew the recurrence of her questions meant that she still had difficulty truly understanding what she was told and he struggled with how best to explain things in a way that was appropriate for her.

“When you’ve had as many birthdays as we have, they seem less important somehow,” he said. “We don’t really change from year to year, so there is less to celebrate. But you — you’ve grown so much. You’re even smarter and taller and stronger and braver than you were a year ago. Though you do have fewer teeth now.” He poked a finger into her ribs, and she giggled again.

“I think you have changed,” she said as the giggle subsided. “From last year.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows popped up. “How is that?”

“You’re more…” She trailed off, searching her mind for just the right word. “More like you.”

He smiled because he knew she was right. He was much more at ease now than he had been during their first fragile months together, when he knew so little of her and absolutely nothing of being a parent. But they were figuring it out together, and that was worth celebrating. “Well then perhaps I should have a party this year after all. Just a little one. Idhrien, you and my brothers.”

“That’s all?” Her brows drew together, a small crease of concern appearing between her eyes, and he reached over to give her a hug.

“That’s all I need.”

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2. “She’s going to be fine, Haldir. I promise.” Idhrien gave his arm a comforting squeeze. “Children of Men get sick all the time, and this is just a little cold. I checked with Eithoril, and she said a few days of rest are all that’s needed.”

He grimaced, and she could tell that no words of the healer were going to sway his mind.

“Alright then,” she said, putting a hand to his cheek. “I’ll go let Rúmil know that you’ll be staying home today. Give her a kiss for me when she wakes up.”

“I will, and thank you.” He walked her to the door and then went back to his place beside Mildrithe’s bed. She had been asleep all morning, a welcome respite from the constant coughing and sneezing that had dogged her all night, and he sat quietly, drawing small sketches of her resting face and ready to be on hand in case she came to need anything.

“Ada?”

He looked up from his sketchbook to find her blinking her way awake, and his heart melted, as it always did when she called him that. Dad. It had taken a few years, and he had never suggested or pushed it. But the first time the word came from her lips — part of an excited squeal when he returned from a particularly long patrol the summer she turned ten — was one of the happiest moments of his life, and he would never tire of hearing it.

“I thought you had to go?” She coughed and rolled over on her side so that she could see him better.

“I decided that it was more important to stay here with you,” he said, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Uncle Rúmil can handle everything for me until you’re feeling better.”

Her eyes drifted down to the sketchbook in his lap. “Are you drawing me again?”

“Of course. You and your mother are my favorite subjects.”

She held out her hand, and he passed the book over so that she could look at his work.

“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing the same things over and over?”

He watched as she flipped through the pages, all covered in delicate pencil sketches of Idhrien, Mildrithe or the two of them together. Laughing at a private joke. Playing in an early snowfall. Wading in the river, the hems of their dresses held above the water line. Snuggled up, side by side, reading a book. Each scene as different to him as the sun from the moon and as special as the shimmering field of stars that covered the sky above Lórien each night.

“I would draw you both forever if I could.”

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3. Mildrithe’s arrow went well wide of its mark yet again, and her shoulders slumped down in defeat.

“I’m never going to get this right. I don’t know why you even bother trying to teach me. I should just leave archery to the elves.”

Haldir wrapped an arm around her, partly to comfort and partly to straighten her spine again for another try. “I have fought alongside good archers from nearly every race in Middle Earth, including plenty of Men. It’s something that can be learned by everyone with time and practice.”

She looked up at him from the corner of her eye. “Did you ever fight alongside a Rohirrim?”

An uncomfortable little pang echoed in his chest, and he suppressed a wince. She had begun asking more questions about Rohan of late, ever since she turned sixteen. He didn’t begrudge her the knowledge and answered every question for her that he could. But while Idhrien believed the questions were a natural and expected part of growing up, a small voice in the back of his mind had begun to worry that perhaps Mildrithe was growing unhappy in Lórien. That she might eventually feel the undeniable pull of her homeland and decide to return. That he would lose his only daughter even faster than her mortal nature would dictate.

“I never had that privilege,” he said, and she mercifully accepted the answer without further discussion.

Drawing another arrow from her quiver, she fit it to the string and took careful aim.

“Check your feet,” he said. “And keep both eyes open. Even if you can aim well with one eye closed, you always want to be able to see what’s happening on all sides of you.”

She made the adjustments, blew out a long, slow breath and let the arrow fly. It hit the target, just a little left of center, with a satisfying thump, and she turned and jumped directly into his arms.

“I did it, Ada!”

He spun her around twice before setting her down and pulling back to look at her beaming smile.

“I knew that you could.”

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4. When Haldir got up to look out the window a fourth time, Idhrien closed her book and cleared her throat.

“I’m sure everything is fine, Haldir. A twenty year old girl out with her friends is going to test her limits a little.” She smiled. “We’ve all done it, even you. Orophin tells some very good stories about your younger years.”

“If Mildrithe is out now getting into the kind of trouble Orophin and I used to get into, that does not ease my mind.”

She got up from her chair and came to lean lightly against him at the window. “And yet you turned out fine.” She kissed his shoulder. “Much better than fine.”

They stood together for a few more quiet moments before they finally heard the sound of feet on the stairs and Mildrithe’s amber hair came into view below. She rushed up the steps two at a time and burst into the room, streaking past them with reddened eyes and wet cheeks.

“Mildrithe! What happened? Are you hurt?” Haldir caught her arm as she ran by.

“I’m fine,” she choked out, holding back a sob. “Though it should surprise no one if I was hurt, since I’m just a mortal. Too weak for this world.”

“Don’t say that.” Idhrien smoothed away a lock of hair that clung to Mildrithe’s dampened cheek and took her hand. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, mortal or not.”

“I didn’t say it. Gwerenor did.” The sob she fought to suppress began to force its way out. “He said it wasn’t worth making friends with me. He said I won’t be around long enough to bother with.”

“He said what?” Haldir had long suspected that Mildrithe was a little sweet on Gwerenor, and he had never thought the young elf was particularly deserving of her affection. But now he fought back the urge to go find Gwerenor and drag him across all of Caras Galadhon by the ear to give an apology for such a heartless remark. Idhrien saw the flush in his cheeks and put a calming hand on his arm.

“He’s right, though, isn’t he?” Mildrithe looked up at them through her tears. “I’ll die long before you, and even then I won’t go to Mandos as everyone else will. I’ll be alone. Forever.”

She gave up fully on trying to hold back her distress and wept openly. All of Haldir’s anger vanished in an instant, replaced only with pity, and he wrapped one arm around Mildrithe and the other around Idhrien, pulling them all together into a tight little trio.

“He’s not right,” he said. “No one knows for sure what the fate of Men is beyond this world, but elves and Men are both children of Eru. And he surely doesn’t want to separate his children from each other forever.”

“Do you really believe that?” Her voice was small and muffled, her face pressed against his chest.

“I really do.” He kissed the top of her head. “You won’t be alone. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

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5. Mildrithe snuck another look at Haldir from the corner of her eye as they walked. His face was calm, but he was often one to keep his innermost thoughts and feelings inside and she worried about what he might be hiding. Whether he felt resentment or betrayal amidst his sadness. Whether he thought she was ungrateful. The idea that she might be hurting him stung her, and she reached for his hand.

He looked down and smiled as she laced her fingers through his. “The first time you did that, your hand was barely big enough to get around mine at all.”

“And you looked so startled that I wondered if holding hands meant something very different to elves.”

He laughed. “We’re maybe not as free with our feelings as others. Me especially.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m just glad you didn’t give up on me.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled him to a stop by their joined hands. “I would never give up on you, and that’s not what’s happening now. You know that, right? This is something that I have to do for myself, but it changes nothing about my feelings for you. Or Naneth.”

“I know that.” He brushed away a tear that slid down her cheek. “I know it’s been…difficult for you here at times, being different from everyone else. And you’re old enough now to start a family of your own, and I can see how that will be easier for you outside of Lórien.”

“It has been difficult sometimes, but never because of you. You made this my home, and I’ll always love it. And I’ll be back to visit you. All the time. So much that you’ll wonder whether I even left.”

He kissed her cheek. “It will always make my heart happy to see you.”

They walked the rest of the way in silence, eventually coming to the forest’s edge, where they met the small traveling party that would ride with her to the town in Rohan’s Eastfold where she intended to start again. Haldir checked and then rechecked her saddle, her bow, her water canteen. Using his best Rohirric, he went over the planned route with the head of the party and asked a steady string of questions about the expected weather, the terrain and the security precautions they had planned. He cast a careful eye over the packed supplies carried by a small pony and added a few items of his own that he had brought in case they were needed.

Mildrithe watched him as he created task after task that required his attention before she could depart, and when he turned back to check her saddle again for a third time, she gently took hold of his arm.

“Ada, I think you’ve done that already.”

“Have I?” He laughed a little at himself even as his eyes reddened and took on a glassy sheen. “I suppose I have. So I guess that means you’re all ready to go then?”

“I guess.” She reached out and brushed away the tear that rolled down his cheek this time. “Unless… maybe you’d like to come with us a little further before you head back?”

He hesitated and then smiled. “Well, maybe just a little.”

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6. Two small pairs of feet stuck out from below the edge of the curtains, and every time Haldir walked past, furtive giggling could be heard.

“Now where have Holtwin and Seftceln gone?” he asked in a loud voice. “I can’t find them anywhere.” There was more giggling from behind the curtain. “Mildrithe, I’m sorry, but I seem to have lost your children. I’ve looked everywhere, and they’ve just vanished.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” said Mildrithe, shaking her head. “Because their grandmother was planning to take them swimming in the river, but I guess we’ll have to cancel that now.”

Holtwin and Seftceln burst from their hiding place and ran in excited loops around the room. “Grandpa couldn’t find us, but we were right there the whole time!”

“You’re very tricky,” said Haldir, smiling. “I have to stay on my toes when you two are around.” He scooped them up, one in each arm, and carried them over to the door. “Your grandmother is waiting outside. Go and enjoy the afternoon.”

They scampered happily down the stairs, and Haldir returned to sit next to Mildrithe, who had collapsed into a seat with her feet propped up on a small table in front of her. She laid her head on his shoulder as soon as he sat, and she breathed a happy, but tired, sigh.

“I don’t know where they get their energy,” she said. “From the moment they wake up until the minute they fall asleep at night, it’s non-stop for them. And then also for me.”

“Does Éathmod not help you?”

“He does. He’s a wonderful father. And you’d think two forty year old people could stay on top of a three and a five year old, but they run us ragged. Why did you never tell me parenthood was so exhausting?”

He laughed. “Because ultimately that part doesn’t matter. By the time they’re grown, you won’t even remember the tiredness. You’ll just remember how much you loved having them with you.”

She reached up to kiss his cheek. “I’m sure you’re right as always, Ada.” She snuggled her head back down on his shoulder and yawned. “I could fall asleep right here, right now.”

“Go ahead.”

“You won’t mind? I came all this way to visit with you, not to sleep.”

“It’ll only be for a little while.” He pulled a blanket from a basket at his side and spread it across her. “And besides, I love just having you with me.”

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7. The voice of his wife came into Haldir’s mind suddenly. Insistently. You need to get here quickly. There is less time than we thought. He dropped everything and ran.

He made only one stop on his way out of the city, borrowing a horse from Lady Galadriel’s household, and he raced through the forest and then across the plains of eastern Rohan on its back. With every pace, he prayed he would arrive before it was too late.

Mildrithe had been sick for several months, and he and Idhrien had taken turns traveling to Wielburg to be with her. At first, it had seemed a simple unlucky streak of normal illness, though a flu or infection was dangerous enough for a woman of nearly eighty. But as time wore on and the cures prescribed for those standard ailments had no effect, it became clear that something more serious afflicted her. Something that only steadily worsened, bringing fever, fatigue and suffering in its wake.

He arrived days later, well into the night, and jumped from the exhausted horse to rush inside. The rest of the household had all gone to sleep, spent from long days of worry and care, and Idhrien sat alone at Mildrithe’s bedside, gently holding her frail, palsied hand. The smooth, firm skin of his wife’s fingers against the thin, creased skin of his daughter’s brought a sob to his throat, which he stifled as best he could. All the years of knowing that this moment was coming had somehow done nothing to prepare him for it in the end.

He leaned down to kiss Mildrithe’s forehead, and she opened her eyes slowly when she felt his lips. It took her a moment to find his face and bring it into focus, but she smiled at him, a smile of quiet pride. “I waited for you, Ada,” she said, her voice a faint, hoarse whisper, and then her eyes drifted closed again.

He was about to implore her to keep fighting, to do whatever she could within herself to go on, when he heard her voice in his mind and it stopped him short. I am ready. It had never been easy for her to access the ability to exchange thoughts – most mortals never achieved it successfully, and only her years in Lórien had helped her along – and he knew that she had put all of her last strength into the effort.

He sank down to his knees and bowed his head. He could hear the aching rattle in her chest with each labored breath and feel the fevered heat emanating from her body. More than that, he could feel her exhaustion, her pain, her willingness to give in to the release that hovered at the edge of her consciousness. He couldn’t deny her that last relief, and so he drew a terrified breath and spoke the words he knew she had waited to hear.

“It’s alright, Mildrithe. You can go now. Remember us and how much we love you until we can find you again someday.”

Idhrien wept silently at his side and eventually stood to raise Éathmod and his children from their beds to say their own final goodbyes. People came in and out. There were more tears and embraces. Minutes ticked away, and then hours. And through it all, Haldir sat silently, safeguarding Mildrithe in sleep one last time until his watch was ended shortly before dawn.

He went out to view the sunrise alone, sitting beneath the canopy of a rowan tree in full bloom, small white flowers covering every branch and fallen petals making a carpet beneath the boughs. After a few minutes, Hýdigan, Holtwin’s youngest daughter, wandered out and came to his side. “Is Grandma gone now?”

He turned to face her, a little five year old with a head of reddish-gold curls, big hazel eyes, and a small rounded chin. She looked so much like Mildrithe as he had first seen her, decades ago that felt like only the passing of a moment to him. He made room for Hýdigan to sit in his lap.

“No, little one, she’s not gone. You won’t see her now as you’re used to seeing her, but she’s still here. No one is really gone as long as they remain in our hearts and minds.”

They watched the first rays of the sun emerge from behind the rolling hills of the horizon, bringing the start of a new day in their wake. He couldn’t count how many days he had already seen nor how many were still ahead of him, stretching off into the boundless future. But he knew that Mildrithe would live alongside him, in his own heart and mind, for every one of those days. And in this way, she would never be truly gone. He would carry her into eternity.

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Last notes: There’s a little more osanwé in the seventh mini-story. It’s very unusual for a human to be able to use it, but Tolkien did say it was possible and, if anyone is going to be able to, it would be a human raised among elves. But even then, it takes a lot of effort for Mildrithe to do it.

Mildrithe named her son Holtwin (which means “forest friend”) as a tribute to Haldir, and her daughter Seftceln (“soft breeze”) shares a name with Mildrithe’s late sister, who saved her life by hiding her during the attack on their village. Holtwin named his daughter Hýdigan (“thoughtful one” in Rohirric) after Idhrien, whose own name means “thoughtful” in Sindarin.

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #haldir #mildrithe #lórien #trying to be realistic about humans living with elves #because they’re not all aragorns with fate and the gods on their side

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kkongdakz · 1 year

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“ YOU'LL BE FINE. ” ft. kim jiwoong

jiwoong x gn!reader, genre : angsty, comfort writing, warning : crying, low self esteem, wc : 0.6k

author's note : my little mona, this one is for you 🩵 never forget how precious you are, okay? okay.

by pushing the door of his apartment after his work day, jiwoong did not expect to find the latter deprived of any light source. getting rid of his shoes and jacket, he walked in the near darkness until he reached the door of your shared room, pushing it slowly without making any noise. but when he heard sniffling in the room, and your curled up figure in the middle of the mattress, he hurried to you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder.

« love, you're okay? » — your silence and your tears redoubling in intensity, answered instantly to his question. so he pulled himself up beside you, slipping his arms around your hips to slide you into the reassuring warmth of his arms. his second hand was lost in your hair, playing gently with a few strands to help you feel better. « bad day, uh? » he whispered against the crown of your head, on which he placed a light kiss. you nodded slowly, clutching your hands to his jacket as a kind of inking, to make sure he doesn't move a millimeter away from you.

« i hate this day. » you end up saying between two sobs, hiding your puffy face in the hollow of his neck. jiwoong tighten his grip around you, as if he were wrapping you in a protective cocoon — and you felt your panicky heart calm down slightly. « you don't have to talk about it. » he said softly, letting his fingers slide gently down your spine. it was comforting, and despite the fact that you were mad at the whole world right now, jiwoong knew exactly how to calm you down.

jiwoong moved slightly away from you, placing his hands against your cheeks. he wiped the tears from your cheeks, chasing them away with his long fingers, before offering you a warm smile that made you want to cry even more, « it's okay now. you are safe. » then he continued gently, observing the smallest delicate particle of your skin, his fingers tracing the contours of your face, « you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. »

biting your lower lip, you didn't expect him to place a butterfly kiss on the tip of your red nose, « you can cry, yell, whatever.. i’m not gonna leave your side, » his tone was soft, reassuring, like the way his lips pecked your face, and his fingers danced on your skin, « just let it all out. because you don’t have to pretend to be fine with me. »

but the tears never seemed to leave your eyes, although your heart was hurting. but the softness of his words and the delicacy of his touch, made you believe that in your storm, there was a sunny spot, through which you could escape and enjoy a moment of respite.

« i’m sorry you have to go through this, my love, » he whispered against your cheek, and then the smell of his cologne tingled your nose, « but, i promise that everything will get better soon. » and you decided to believe him, at the precise moment when he closed the distance between your lips, giving you a comforting and warm kiss. one that you sorely needed.

then he slipped his arms under your knees, carrying you lightly to lay you on his legs — his face lulled by the glow of the moon, seemed to make him a marble status. little by little, your negative thoughts fade away, letting you breathe calmly and slow down the previously frantic beating of your heart. « please don’t give up now, » he added suddenly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching your eyes in the most tender way, « you'll be fine. »

and you suddenly realized that you were very lucky to have jiwoong with you, because no one else could ever find the right words to soothe you, reassure you and make your problems seem slightly less painful. jiwoong was the little fairy hand that came to remove the thorn in your heart.

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stephiethewephie · 5 months

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Twisted Wonderland Yuu: Piper Finch

First OC intro! LET'S GO!!!

What better way to start than with my own Twisted Wonderland MC! Who, if you can't tell, is twisted from the young boy who went out into the woods to have adventures with his stuffed animals, Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh.

... In a world full of villains... this should be interesting.

Art by @boopshoops

PIPER FINCH

"Even when I turn 100, I don't think I'll ever forget my time here! I especially will never forget you! No matter where I go, I'll always be with you!"

Voice claim: Sophie Hatter (dub)

Age: 17 Birthday: August 21 Height: 170cm Homeland: East Sussex, England Grade: Freshman Dorm: Ramshackle Class: 1A Club: Mountain Lovers Club Best subject: Animal Languages Hobby: DIY Arts and Crafts Likes: Soft Things Dislikes: Being misunderstood Favorite Food: Honey Cakes Least Favorite Food: The Fat on Steaks Special Skill: Active Listening Description: Upon starting her final year of boarding school, Piper suddenly found herself at NRC. While trying to find her way back home, she will learn she is braver than she believes, stronger than she seems, and smarter than she thinks. And she will pass that on to the people she befriends there.

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