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BROTHER get your arse in here

[ex_stardome723]

[Elrond isn't really paying attention to Maglor. Instead, every sense is straining for Elros. He's not jealous that he got to go hunting with Maedhros - okay, well, maybe a little, but they promised that he could go next time - more that Maedhros got to steal so much of his brother's time and attention. He might be sulking a tiny bit.

That doesn't stop him from sitting bolt up right as he senses his brother's presence, long before they're within sight or hearing distance. He keeps himself from rushing to the door, instead finally focusing on Maglor. Look at how much fun they're having, Elros. Look at what you missed out on. Now Maglor is the sole keeper of his attention and not you! Elrond doesn't even look over when the door finally opens, though that takes more than a little will power.]

[half_human]

[It was fun, but it would have been a lot more fun if Elrond had been with them. Too bad that their not!parents had said no to that (the reasoning was really dumb, they could be just as quiet when they were together as they could be when alone!), and even worse that they had promised to instead let only Elrond go the next time.

But going at all is better than not going, and Elros is grinning broadly as he rushes down the corridor towards where he assumes Maglor and Elrond to be and throws open the door.] We got a deer!

[Well, Maedhros did, but. Details.]

[ex_stardome723]

[Elrond doesn't look up from his book when Elros bursts in, resisting the temptation to look up and check that he's all right, to hug him, to reclaim his attention. No. He needs to make sure that Elros knows that he's annoyed that he accepted Maglor and Maedhros' deal. That it's not fair!

Let Maglor greet you, Elros, Elrond's busy studiously pretending you don't exist (while trying to peek without turning around. It's not working very well).]

BITTY. some ideas =p

[bythewaves]

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[half_human]

When Maglor tries to leave his bedroom that day, there will be an endless sea of half-filled cups and pots and bowls and whatever else might be able to hold water covering the floor, and endless sea of them. It's not really hard to figure out who did that, especially not when there are two heads poking out from behind a corner, waiting for the occupant of the room to come out.

They'll pull out of sight the moment that Maglor notices them.

LOL that whole webpage is a thing of beauty, really

[bythewaves]

Maglor opens his door and steps out only to stumble with a yelp as he knocks over several of the nearest bowls. He only has to blink down in surprise at the sea of water filled containers to understand what has happened.

"Elros! Elrond!" He looks up the corridor to see if he can spot them. Surely they will not be far (inwardly, he boggles at the sheer extent of the prank. He didn't know they had this many containers. ... Is that. Maedhros' favourite wine set? Wasn't that locked away?)

Twiiin

[immortalhalf]

He had discovered early on just how vast the library of the castle was, and that, after a time, he was permitted to read to this heart's content. Usually Elrond didn't let himself get lost among the shelves, let alone Elros letting such a thing happen, but sometimes he found something especially interesting.

And time passed. Maglor seemed to like his interest turned away from pranks - not that it didn't entirely save them of course.

But Elrond had indeed gotten himself lost among the scrolls and books tucked away, small body bent over on the floor in a corner of of one the rooms, hair tucked behind an ear.

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[half_human]

[The silence is not broken by Elros's approach - he's trying to be as quiet as possible and they've both gotten rather good at it by now - but the hands that suddenly cover the studious twin's eyes still are definitely distracting. And also an obstacle with continuing to read.

Elros has probably not come unannounced anyway, even if he was quiet - he's bringing in a scent of grass and leaves and earth into the room that carries stone and paper among it's scents.]

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[immortalhalf]

[Elrond is distracted enough that the usual brush of his twin's presence didn't alert him until those hands cover his eyes. Even the smells hadn't alerted him, judging by that jerk and slight flail before Elrond laughs and turns to launch himself at his brother, book forgotten for the moment.]

Fingon, gimmie tipsy flirting!

[orcsurfing]

[ Valinor has been nothing but kind to him so far, Legolas thought. When he wasn't out and about exploring with Gimli, he was meeting the other elves, slowly getting to know all those who have sailed far earlier before him or those who have never left. Never having seen the light of the trees, he can only but admire all those who had. Their glow such that it could almost outshine the stars, skin fair and their beauty immense.

The parties held in the various houses and courts, on the other hand, were most amusing and entertaining for him. It seems the constitution for wine that himself and his father possessed (or perhaps developed was the more accurate descriptor here) was still a rare trait among the elves, even the high elves of Aman. There he stood for the moment alone and unharassed, with a goblet of wine in one hand, perfectly sober among the many tipsy elves and smiling fondly. Some faces were already familiar, some others not quite, and yet others familiar only from the stories he had been told as an elfling, the rare times his father could sit him down and actually get him to listen. Those he had looked upon with great reverence, that is right up until he's approached by one of such.

To his credit, Legolas doesn't stutter or flush right away, he merely turns to glance behind him with a cocked eyebrow if there isn't anyone there instead and when he returns his look to the one he recognised as Fingon, he smiles politely and inclines his head in a greeting just as polite as his smile in the language commonly spoken here. He had to learn, of course, but it came easy. Much like a lot of other things. ]

A star shines on the hour of our meeting.

I'm great at going to bed apparently

[goldenplaits]

The smile is returned, though with one much more open and unguarded, warmth and a hint of amusement in his eyes and words as he offers the other elf a plate with snacks - tiny, elegant affairs, that probably can be found somewhere around, but most of all go well with the wine which is offered by the host. And while that is not Fingon - Findekáno again, now - he has found a plate of treats to be a very fine opener of a conversation, be it with those with whom he has not spoken in a long time, be it with those whom he has never met.

"May it shine only upon joy and gladness, on a fine evening such as this. ...Or so it seems to me. I hope it has been to your liking as well?" If he steps just a bit too close and his eyes rest on Legolas just a bit too firmly, searching for something, he at least doesn't mention it. It's as if he is subtly searching, semi-stealthily (the wine isn't particularly nice on true stealth) trying to find an answer - measuring.

What he might be looking for can perhaps be assumed, by one who notices the glances which mostly go to the top of Legolas's head and both their shoulders, two or three times, before his smile widens just a bit and he relaxes some more.

[orcsurfing]

Finding himself with a plate of all sorts of delightfully looking, and as Legolas is certain most delicious in flavour, snacks is startling. Just a little. His smile widens into a grin, his eyes crinkle a little at the words. He can tell when alcohol began making its way along an elf's veins and affecting both the flesh and the mind. He had watched it happen plenty already, but he minds it little. "Of course it has," different than what they held at Mirkwood, different yet even from what they would host at either Eryn Lasgalen or Ithilien. Those were high elves here, though, fair and powerful and varied like any other elves. Some were kind, some were haughty even towards their own kin, especially such as himself: a young, Third Age elf.

Nobody was ever openly cruel, however, simply sometimes Legolas felt a little insignificant, small.

And always, always he felt small in the most literal sense. For the high elves were not only noble, but also tall and always he had to look up. Idly, he sometimes thought to Gimli and the dwarves and he realised that here and now, he at last understood how they must have felt all the time.

At least this one here, while taller, doesn't tower over him a good foot or two above. It's refreshing and Legolas helps himself to an offered snack, continuing easily to engage in conversation, "Fine food, fine wine and even finer company. 'tis all an evening requires to be pleasant. Perhaps the song could be a little more lively, and," he most certainly spent a little too much time with the dwarves in his time, because, "More motion and dance, but their lack is not enough to spoil the experience."

[force_ful]

Luke has landed hard on a strange world. Again. He's confident he'll repair his ship, or someone will come and retrieve him, before too long. For now he has taken shelter from the pouring rain, sitting and looking out at it with a heatless lamp at his side. Even though he's seen rain a thousand times before, he was raised in a desert and still finds something wonderful about it.

He's a small man, not imposing by any means. One hand is larger than the other and always kept gloved. The colors he wears are dark, his face is marked with myriad tiny scars, and there is an old sorrow to him. Surprisingly graceful and nearly tireless, he misses very little.

The Force is strong with Luke. In the past, non-Jedi sensitive to strange energies pick have experienced this as something odd about him - anything from an unpleasant buzz to a steady glow to the sense that he is fascinating.

[goldenplaits]

There is another out in the night, leading his horse by the reins, his features hidden by the dark and the hood pulled deep to shield himself from the rain. His steps are light, effortlessly so, even though he does not see to them being so as not even his horse's steps can be heard over the rain on the leaves.

It is the light of the lamp that draws him in, curiosity and the promise of another who feels more like his own kin than like one in alliance with the enemy guiding his steps. It is odd; he would think that this person is one of the Eldar, even more one of those that came with them across the sea; and one strong in spirit indeed, almost reminscent of the one who lead them here, of Fëanor.

But then... there is a strange quality to it, yet not one that marrs it, not one that would tell him to turn away.

Upon coming close enough, he calls out to the man. "Hail!" It is a short greeting, yet in the rain, no unnecesary words seem prudent.

[force_ful]

In the great motion of the rain Luke can pick up on the little movements of animals, those that aren't tucked into shelter. But there is something else, something larger... something more reflective, or rather two somethings, one of whom quite outshines the other.

Luke perceives someone's sense in the Force as almost-sound, almost-touch. It changes like a face would with emotion and realization, and just like with faces, if he is not familiar with the owner the meaning of many of these changes is opaque. He stands to get a better look at the rain-blurred figures. A humanoid and some kind of equid, that's all he can tell, and the humanoid's sense is rich and heady.

"And to you," he calls back, careful but unafraid. He knows nothing about this place, it's better to be cautious. "It's drier under here. Come in!"

Blaine or Ymir! I'm cool with either

[digophelia]

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[siesinddasessen]

She's not sure what this place that she woke up to is, but it seems safe - there are no titans; nor are there any humans, for that matter. The last abandoned cottage that she passed was days ago.

Acquiring food out in the wild is still a learning experience, but hunting has brought her quite far, and right now she put up a little fire to roast a rabbit over. The smell and smoke will give her position away from some distance away, but she really doesn't care - she's able to defend herself, there are high trees around to climb and use if attacked, and for all she knows she might be the only soul in millions of miles. Being found by something or someone may actually be interesting and give her some information on where she is.

[digophelia]

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, such lush green and vibrant colors Alice had rarely seen outside of her own hallucinations. She couldn't in London, which would always remain dingy and desaturated colors. What a difference a change in scenery makes, in both visual and for the mind.

Each and every time Alice would be subjected to a new environment, she would help herself to occupying her mind and wandering through any place that she humanely could. Humanely, of course, being in places and spots that she could easily access in her dress and boots, that didn't require that much hiking or climbing.

Even jumping. It seems a little childish for her to poke around on an empty path the way she seems to occasionally dip off. She isn't unarmed, as usual, not without her trusty knife that remains at the back of her apron for easy access.

Relocating this...

[ambarussa]

A:
[Teeny weeny elfling with an even teenier weenier other elfling clinging to his shirt. He's a bit too small for anything complicated, so someone handed him one of those tiny water pistols without any range and called it a day. But there are lot of people, so clinging to big bro's coattails is a thing.]

M:
'Rus, you okay?

[ First rule of big brotherhood: Check the bitties are okay before charging off into trouble. Of course, amme would prefer for there to be no trouble at all, but amme isn't here, is she? ]

You wanna try and get someone? [ Because big bro is totally down for this, and will even generously let you have the first shot ]

A:
Kuvo!

[Pointing over to where Celegorm and Curufin are having a rather animated fight with Aredhel and Artanis. ....Yeah, this might not be the best plan. BUT THE BIG KIDS ARE DOING THINGS HE WANTS TO GET IN ON THAT!]

M:
Kuvo? [ Hm. Okay, this one might be a little hard, but hey, they're all busy arguing right? ]

Okay, but 'Rus, you gotta be real quiet okay? [ Here, want up? ]

We can climb the tree there, see? But if we make noise, they'll see us, so... promise to be quiet?

A:
[He can do that!]

Pwiet!

/follows along

[childofthemusic]

Yep! Nice and quiet. [ Come here and let big bro piggy back you so he can shimmy up this nearby tree. Fortunately, when Aredhel and Artanis get going... they really get going - and Celegorm and Curufin give as good as they get. ]

Wo-ow, thy're really arguing hard huh 'Rus? Think we should cool them down?

will they even notice that they're hit from above?

[ambarussa]

[Holds only really hard

peers down]

Pwool down!

[And he starts to ....well, drip some water down on them, considering how tiny his water pistol is.]

TFLN cont!

[orcsurfing]

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[ He is supposed to blush! What else?! ]

Aye, in that you are very correct.
Did I not admit just that?

[goingwest]

Every time you admit something, it comes with a catch.

[Totally not blushing. RUDE.]

[orcsurfing]

What sort of a catch?
Do you accuse me of trickery, Gimli?

[ Totally is, and Legolas is betting his bow on it! ]

For uncle~

[goldenplaits]

When Arafinwë steps out of his study today, he'll find a certain nephew sitting on the porch, Aikanáro's cat in his lap and looking into the garden. He seems to be brooding - unusually so, it's not a typical expression on him - and is alone, save for the cat - even more unusual, as he tends to come over to visit his best friend or another of Arafinwë's children.

But here he is, sitting with a frown on his face and looking out at the calm greens.