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Information NAME: Merenwen AGE: 6,972 PLACE OF BIRTH: Dorthonion CURRENT RESIDENCE: Unknown Physical RACE: Ñoldor (High Elves of Gondolin) HAIR COLOR: Chestnut EYE COLOR: Blue-Grey Family MOTHER: Tarellethiel (unknown) FATHER: Calaeron (deceased) Relationships SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S): None PAST RELATIONSHIP(S): Valarion ➳ 𝓜elody ➳ Home Message Comment Photos Blogs Add Verses Tolkien - Hobbit - LOTR Obligations Owe ______ a starter Owe _________ a reply Connections vigorous spring Tireless Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name

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What weather they shall have is not ours to rule. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Txc2ugYPJJY Ne'er a day rose that was not beautiful to behold and he wished to not miss a single minute that he could spend in the waking world. Oranges and beautiful fiery reds had only just begun to kiss the darkened face of twilight, a few of the stars remained shimmering in the sky high above. Winter's chill was within the air, the kiss of crisp ice upon the fairways gave way to this knowledge, along with the subtle bite within. Ever the still he smiled, drifting joyously through the pathways in his mind, for the cold was not abrasive upon him. Oft times, he would do just as he did this newly christened late fall morn, and he would take to the tree that hugged the windowsill of his room. Just a simple leap from his balcony and he'd be upon the cusp of a large and curvaceous limb. Upon his back, he laid quite easily, with a gentle arm behind his head, up to the fading stars, he swung easily with the breeze. On those days where he wished only for the solace of the morn, before the hustle and bustle began, here is where he was to be found. A young elf, no doubt, ever the still more innocent at heart than most, for he had not seen the great battles before his time. Only the tales of his Grandfather and Father kept him rapt on the sensibility of his training, and he adhered to each word and command as studiously as all of the other Elves borne around his age did. For it would seem that the peace was suffered by great loss and some of the elders were forever frightened that the shadow might return still. He struggled with the notion of the darkness that they spoke of, for he had only ever known the light. And the joy of their fair city beneath his feet, the sun upon his skin, and the sweet fragrant winds that swept from the top of the mountains all the way through their bejeweled streets. His only regret was that they were not allowed to bridge the walls and wander the beauteous lands that existed beyond their walls. Perhaps, one day... Ever the still, upon this morning alone, he laid with his eyes cast upward, awake before all but the guard that kept watch upon the towers. He listened to the morning birds awakening, each grateful for the song of the other, and a small smile tugged the edge of his lips. Giving him a notion about the first kiss of sun over the sky, but it lightened his heart to listen to their morning song. For they were all so grateful to have another day of life that they felt the need to announce it cheerfully, to greet the sun with thanks for the warmth that it had brought. It was the springtime of his life and well he knew it, but he could not help but think of the night and the tales that he had been told. Of how a great enemy moved within the cover of night and of  the Valar who had placed the Sun and the Moon within the sky so that he might never be able to move sight unseen again. So, he too, was grateful for the morning and the songs that nature created, he envisioned it as a symphony to their creators, to the spirit of the Sun. A great and beautiful thanks for shielding them from the very root of an evil that he did not yet understand. For what does a young heart know of evil? What do the innocent know of suffering?  Grace is granted to the heart of the youthful and forgetfulness to those with childlike spirits. Even the creators would shudder to think of the purity of an innocent heart that might be marred by the blade of fell oppressors.  Perhaps, in the very end of all things, it would be those blissfully ignorant and innocent souls that saved the world. Perhaps, it would be a small twittering bird with a song in its heart and a voice brave enough to carry it that would chase away the last of his people’s sorrows. And perhaps, one day, they would be free again. And ever the still, at the same time, he fancied himself as one of those birds. Those soft feathers and light heart, beautiful song that would greet the breaking day with joyous enthusiasm. So much more to it was there than this though for truly, he wished to be as free as they were, to stand tall upon the limb that sheltered him now and take flight. To soar high above this city fair and look down upon it with wonder within his eyes, with amazement at the depths, and to go beyond the high walls that ensconced them. He dreamed first that he would soar over the high trees and then he might dive into the depths of that luscious forest. He might skitter upon the branches and inhale the scents, why even, he might see new faun and flora to enjoy. He would love to place his bare foot to the soil and scrunch his toes within it, perhaps the waterfall that he had heard, he might well climb to the top of it and inhale that crisp rush of pine fragrant air, and then dive from atop of it. To feel that crisp and cold water upon his skin, oh to dive down into the depths of what could only be a shimmering crystalline pool. What gems were there? What treasures to be told? Why even, there might be a cave to explore, there might be caverns untold, what secrets did their depths hold? Truly, he might ascend the top of the mountain peak and strain his sight to see the great ocean he had heard of, to peer upon the water and the fields, the valleys below. His heart beat stronger for the thought of it as the serenading birds grew louder with more of their companions awakening during the day. Such was were the streets below him. First came the fresh scents of morning, the mouthwatering aroma of pastries and elvish bread filled his senses, and he inhaled deeply of it. They were oft up before the dawn as well and he was quite joyous each morning to greet them, but on this particular day, he felt a bit of solitary warmth fill him. For he only wished to remain within this tree on this day, hiding away from the responsibilities that might take him away from a day of rest that he wished. For oft, his days were spent upon the barracks of the warriors, upon those training fields. His work with his blades was not quite perfected, he was not his Adar, by far, but he could rival any with a quiver and bow. The days were long and relentless and when he was not spending the first half of it with calloused hands and war strategies, he was in lesson with his Naneth. This day, however, he wished no part of it.  He only wished to drift lazily upon this wind and dream of the lands his eyes had never seen before, of the places he might never be able to see. Not when a great and terrible enemy was looking for them, hidden, were they by the wisest of those that lived among them. Those like his mother, whom had the ability to weave and spin magic like none he had ever seen. Perhaps, he would be able to hide beneath her protective wing on this day, as he had often done as a younger Elfling. One of the greatest gardens in Gondolin belonged to her, with a variance of so many herbs, exotic flowers, and plants that he had to know about each one and he was not shy about asking after them. He wanted to know what each was for, from where it had come, and when he learned it was not of a land he had ever heard of, he wanted to know what it was like. At times, those questions were the hardest and he saw the strain in her gentle eyes, even as she smiled. For she would forsake not a single answer from him, she even explained to him his grandmother's beauty. Truly, he knew not what she was like, for he had been born after her passing. This thought captured him and rushed him away for a moment, he was less than fifty years when he had asked after her, having seen other Elflings with their own grandmothers. 'Naneth? Where is I'osu? (Grandmother) Why is she not here with us?' He had asked innocently while sifting his fingers through the well tilled earth. At his back were roses, their fragrant blooms, lightening his senses. Lavender kissed the garden in front of him as he patted the earth, mounding it about the fragile neck of the flower's stem so that it would be protected from the rains that they sometimes endured. A sigh passed from his mother's lips, her golden tresses, nearly white beneath the sun's vibrant rays shone like a spider's spun silk. He had oft run his fingers through it when he was younger than he was now, but she nearly always smelled of the lavender. Warm vanilla of the roots that she played with and he fancied the changing scents of her dresses when the seasons changed. She leaned upon her knees, her gown of sea blue smudged with small bits of dirt from their digging in the soil. 'Laiqalasse. My Ivaebhin. (child filled with brightness) My beloved Ivae'ess. (Light Bringer) Your grandmother was taken from us within the great war. She loved you before you were born. She had given you your name, for she knew of your coming, before I had ever conceived you. She knew you would bring my heart great joy and she told your Adar the same. Ever a joy you are to us both. ' He smiled then, nearly leaning toward her warmly, " Amin mela lle, Naneth. " His gaze drifted thoughtfully to the dirt upon his fingers, " Can you tell me about the war, Nana? Are not others as peaceful as we are? Why do they hurt one another?" He felt the vibrant light within her eyes darken softly, he felt her sorrow, and it caused him to sigh. He peered upon her curiously though, leaning his head closer to her own, until he was nearest to her. His forehead touched her shoulder and she draped a hand around him. 'The grief is too near to my heart, Laiqalasse. Leave those tales to your grandfather and your father. To the warriors that have steel upon their chests. Come, my child, share with me the beauty of this day. For there will come a time when you must learn the lessons that weigh heavily upon us all. Grow not too fast, my little one. For I wish to cherish the sweet innocence in your eyes unto the end of my days.' The tree shook its leafy boughs as if it shivered of its own accord and he sighed, stroking the tips of his fingers through the rough bark upon the trunk of the tree. He sought to soothe the tree as much as the sting within his own heart, for the memory had come upon him, but it was not that he knew why his mother was saddened, it was only because he felt it once more. That dreaded shadow that held sway upon his father's heart, his mother's, and his grandfather's. He saw the weight of painful memories on those that would stand guard about their fair city, and it fretted his own heart. For he feared for the demons that moved within the shadows that he could see not. Silently, he listened to the others speak of the tales and the fear of the fate that would come upon them, while others glorified the Valar for allowing them to be hidden. He sent silent prayers to those very same Valar, should they hear him, to those stars, he wished upon them. That their peace might never end, that it might never see an abysmal night that they spoke of with fervor. After that day though, never again did he ask his mother about the things that might harm her heart, never again did he wish to see that hurt within her eyes, for he knew not how she knew his grandmother beyond the tethering of her heart to his father's, but she had the notion that they were close before. The tree once more shook him as a gentle wind rushed him by, the leaves rustling in discord, for when he blinked, the sun was cresting the over the mountain. He sighed and turned his gaze toward it to watch its coming, gently, he tendered the rough bark betwixt his fingers. "Aiya. You wish not my company upon this day, my old friend. Morn has come upon us and with it, you prompt my day's rising as well. " The softness of the branches that groaned and swayed in the wind, caused him to sigh, for the answer was among those nodes of notes. He would find no solace nor hidden time within this tree-friend that he had claimed before morning's light and yet he did not wish to move as of yet. With the tree's ample prompting, he finally sat up, his long legs dangling on either side of the large limb. With a faint smile of mischief, he glanced down to those that had only just awakened, they were toiling beneath him, with merry greeting, far too cheerful for this hour of morn, but he could have made a nuisance of himself. And yet, he did not, not yet anyway, for his mischievous thoughts turned to a far more suitable target. He placed both of his palms down upon the branch and slipped one arm around the large girth of it. Swiveling his head upside down, he peered toward a darkened window that was only a few balconies below his own and to the left. No light, save the sun's warm kiss, had touched from the inside, and he knew that she was in the bed still. Rolling his eyes, he slowly lifted his chin back up to peer within his own room, his door was closed, and the bed was made properly. He turned his keen ear to listen, only his grandfather stirred at this hour, but he had doubts that Elf ever rested. This would give him time to make his escape, as it were, and whispered to his tree-friend. "Fare thee well, my friend. Cover my steps and shield my path, I shall see you on the morrow, farewell!" Swinging his legs around the tree, wrapping his arm around it once more, he hanged his body upside down for a moment, before his fingertips found the notches within the bark. Holding firmly to it, he swung slightly to and fro for a moment. The old tree groaned and creaked as if to warn him of his foolish plight or flight, he knew not which, but he took a deep breath. One final swing forward and he had let go, for that brief moment in time as he soared through the air, he felt as if he were one of those merry singing birds. He expanded his arms for a moment, before he swung forth with agility only graced to the Elves and captured his balance upon a balcony above her own. He ran swiftly atop of it and when he reached the edge another soaring leap was his to make, until nearly soundlessly he landed upon her balcony. The tips of his fingers only graced the frost covered marble and he lifted his head to see if any had witnessed his acrobatics. Looking up from where he had come, he only heard the fainting groaning of the older oaken tree. He smiled brightly, but he spoke nothing, then crept to the entryway of the balcony. It was open just a fraction of an inch and he carefully slipped his fingers within the opening to push it inward. The white linen curtains swept over his face as he peered inside. Her back was turned to him and his lips twitched into a faint upward smile, his silvery hues sparkling with the mischief that he could not hide. Ever it was a joy to get the upper hand on Merenwen and this day, he seemed to have had it. With no more than a hint of a crack within the door, he slipped his lithe frame inside, and made haste silently to the side of her bed. He bent his head toward her, to see if she were sleeping, but as he found she was, he made his move. With a vibrant bounce of exuberance, he leaped onto the bed with her, skittering beneath the covers. Frigid fingers were shocked to the warmth of her back as he made a nuisance of himself. He sang to her a song of morning, bouncing upon her bed slightly, his knees to the soft mattress should he have to flee or pivot away. In a sing-song voice he sought to awaken her from her slumber "Merenwen! Merenwen! Up up with thee! Hearken to the merry birds of morn as they sing! Their song speaks of the beautiful sight of light! Be joyous in thy waking eyes! Forever your sight is a joy unto my heart! Up Up with thee, fair Merenwen! For the spirit of the sun has come with her blessing upon us! Sleep not the hours away! 'Ere the noonday comes. You must stir and soar with me!"   Luinel Aug 23rd 2015 - 10:37 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User I do not really write in blogs. I prefer one on one RP in messages and comments. Luinel mostly can be found in any of the elven Luinel Jul 2nd 2015 - 12:13 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User First please allow me to sincerely apologize �for the lateness of my reply to you. RL has sadly taken ahold of me. I am happy to say that I am back and ready to do RP. What kind of preferences do you have about the location and length? Luinel Jun 11th 2015 - 10:15 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Mae g'ovannen!. Im Luinel, and I hope to find you well on this beautiful sunny day. Would you care to discuss a RP? Add Comment