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DUCKWORTH

DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

No, he's a very good boy. Though I think it more just not being inclined to things elves consider criminal than any respect for law. He has his own moral code.

#answered #askrossiel #headcanon

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"Yes," His voice lingered softly on the word a moment. Finest raiment in the world indeed. So very fair were the Children of Eru's thought; elves were beautiful, but the aura of the ainur was something more than just beauty. It was divinity.

"You chose well. Your face is just... so yours, as if you were born to it as I was mine."

"I cannot imagine you otherwise." Mablung tried to picture it; hair dark like his own, or pale like Thingol's. But in his mind's eye he could only see her as she was.

"Was it hard to choose your own face? I cannot imagine having to decide such fundamental things about myself."

#helreginn

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"Damn the jewel." he wiped a trail of blood from his face, stumbling to his feet. He did not yet feel himself, but he did not want to wait when so many were in danger.

"Damn the wretched thing. We must secure the city. The Girdle is gone. Everyone is in danger."

"Not all."

Her arms held him tightly, soothing back his hair as the battle raged on around them. All that protected them was a thin veil of magic, enough to ward away direct threats as Mablung regained himself.

"You still have me and we have Luthien and Beren still. We can still reclaim the jewel for them."

#sashaofravenlock

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"Aside from finish me off?" Beleg commented dryly, "I will manage. I just need to rest. That is all I can do."

"The whole world thinks you're dead, isn't that great?"

"I think you and I might have different definitions of great."

Beleg groaned and tried to roll onto his side, only to wince and lie back. Everything hurt.

#strengthandvigour

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"Persistent too." Beleg agreed, his smile soft as the morning sun. In his mind, she was brave, to suffer such slow torment. It was not a battlefield, but it was its own trial, and Finduilas faced it boldly.

"Good idea," On horseback, they could cover more ground. Beleg would not be relaxed until they were within the Girdle; the thought of Finduilas having to return after being so close to freedom dismayed him. "Make sure they are well rested. It is a long ride in the dark."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. You are one of the most courageous people I know."

How she had held together under such circumstances, here, where grief and stress seemed to seek her like a moth sought a flame. In Doriath, he hoped she would be safer from grief.

#🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 #notyetfixed

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"Things about holes?" he leaned forward to look at the creature, curious. A pity about his leg. He could hardly play the proper host from his sickbed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Rune. Did you see any of the holes yourself?"

❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜

[Meme]

“They’re mushrooms.” Past their prime, too. What was Beleg going to do, fight a cluster of elderly fungi? Not if Nyk had anything to say about it. He wasn’t foraging for the poisonous sort anyway. A reproachful glance betrayed that the topic had changed unawares, Beleg’s posture and focus fixed elsewhere.

He followed the elf’s gaze, and saw…something, little more than a flitting movement. Beleg’s keen senses had bested him again.

“What is it?”

#nykrose

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Beleg relaxed in the grass and closed his eyes, relieved to feeling the morning sun on his face.

He surrendered his spirit to Mandos at last, much to the misfortune of said keeper of the dead.

The morning was cool, the sun trickling down through the clouds and the birds softly whistling. Beleg chose a patch of soft grass to settle down on.

"Stay here."

#nykrose

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PRIDE and BLOOD, for Beleg :>

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

He's had it all - broken bones, torture, severe stab wounds, poison etc. Worst is naturally the wound from Anglachel, which was fatal. Whoops.

PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

He is very stubborn. He will always do what he thinks he should do, no matter who warns him against it or how dangerous or stupid it seems.

#answered #dragxnsfire #headcanon

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Ow. It may not have felled Mablung, but it certainly hurt, and he didn't quite manage to hide his wince.

Sensing Nolya's discouragement, he struck again, missing deliberately.

"Do not give up yet! The battle is not decided."

Ñolya ducked low to avoid losing his stick, bringing it around hard to hit Mablung in the back of his legs.

Yet it was like whacking his father with the training sword. There was a satisfying sound as the strike hit home, but the larger warrior did not in fact fall.

“How disappointing.” He muttered, his frown serious and discouraged. “That should have felled you…. You fiend!”

#nolyafinwe

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"You have my agreement there. I cannot think of anything worse than the waves closing in..." he shuddered. "I can barely stomach a boat."

"It does," Dravor agreed, "But Ulmo's waters are dangerous and deceiving. To drown is not a nice way to die, I would say,"

#ossoraca

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"Any time. He had it coming."

A smear of blood from the man’s nose was left across his knuckles and Beleg wiped it on his shirt before following after Maedhros, keeping pace despite his smaller stride.

"It's fine." he shook out his fingers and then placed his hand over Maedhros', a smile tugging at his lips. "But you can still kiss it better, just in case."

@thegreatstrongbow ;;  ‘ protec, attac ‘    (For Mae)

The silence that passed in those moments after the man hit the floor felt like an eternity, finally broken by Maedhros’ low whistle as his arms folded loose to his chest.

“… Good hit.”

His ears shifted slightly, looking down at the stranger as his lips pressed thin. His gaze wandered across the limp form, pushing his shoulder up with the tip of his boot— letting out a huff and quickly pulling away to let the stranger fall back into the ground. A metallic click echoed with each step as dragon scales rattled against each other, his stride easily clearing a body, a thin smirk just beginning to be visible,

“An arrow would have been impressive.”

Maedhros waved away the words, his laugh low in his chest,

“I know, I know— we’d best keep the peace. But I can dream.”

As he grew quiet, the Noldo offered his hand, expression setting into more of a frown. More thoughtful, the light behind his eyes almost turning and mulling with thought.

“How’s your hand? Hitting a shot like that wrong can do some damage.”

#gezelligheiid #i mean it is a very cool sword it could be worth something #unfortunately for anyone who wants it they will die trying

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LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

Beleg is loyal to Thingol, to Doriath, to his friends. While he will almost always defend Doriath itself, his will would falter if forced to chose between defending Doriath and following the path of someone he loved.

Mablung is the opposite: he puts his loyalty to Doriath even above his personal loyalty to Thingol.

#answered #Anonymous #headcanon

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"Well, you are back here now. And you know I will not stop you getting into mischief."

The smile faded.

"He tried both. Neither worked. I was glad to leave,"

#ossoraca

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“i choose violence.”

"Is it worth it? What do we gain, in the end, when all our foes are slain?"

Beleg shook his head. It was hard to picture Thranduil, always so youthful and bright in his memory, hardened by violence and grief. It seemed a different lifetime.

#answered #antleredthrone

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"They're all in one piece. That is all anyone needs." Mablung laughed softly, bowing his head a moment in a polite gesture, and then stepped out of the way of the next group of dancers.

"You should come to more of our celebrations. I like seeing you here."

"I hope that you do," She replied, slowly letting her hand fall apart from his as the music became a diminuendo. Her smile was not as cunning as it had been moments prior. Her ill intent seemed to be lost in their playful motions on the floor. His attempt to embarass her... not forgotten but.. momentarily given less priority.

"You are a fine dancer, Mablung. Thank you for granting me this opportunity to lay such slanderous rumour to rest." She gestured with flared fingers to his feet, "I trust your toes are much relieved to have survived this encounter?"

#helreginn

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"I... It does not sound so bad, if you put it that way." Beleg admitted. If he had his old friends with him... that would make things easier.

"I want to go. But... will we ever come back, here? To Beleriand? Surely, it must not be impossible..."

"I understand. That's very normal," she replied softly. "I know my words can do little, but I promise it will be pleasant." She smiled knowingly at her dear friend. It was exciting, being able to tell him about her home, knowing he would soon see it for himself.

"You will blink and Mablung will be there with you." The words stung her heart as they slid off her tongue but.. she hoped it would assure him. That at the very least he would be in good company. "Elwë too. You do not fear battle with them. I am certain you all will brave Mandos the same."

#helreginn

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“   I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. ” from tyelko for beleg <3

“It isn’t you.”

Denial, some would call it. Tyelko had done terrible things; the wildness of the hunt dwelt in him. But that was what drew Beleg in. He closed his eyes to all else, for the sake of his heart.

“You are stronger than it. You will overcome it. I know it.”

#answered #curufiin