〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 .

⠀　⠀　⠀　 𐙚　 𝑰𝚃 　 𝑾 𝙰𝚂　 𝙰　 ➴　 𝑳𝙾𝚅𝙴　 𝑻𝙷𝙰𝚃　𝑩͟𝚄͟𝚁͟𝙽͟𝙴͟𝙳　.⠀

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

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⠀ ⠀⠀⤿ 𝑺𝙷𝙴 left you a https://t.co/2xxUtLnl2o .
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[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

so i’ll wait for you, and i’ll burn. will i ever see your sweet return?

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

the elvenqueen can be seen weaving a flower-crown.

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

“ a very pretty orc, I shall hope, ” came her light-hearted response, hand lowering as she watched a wave of relaxation take over his own body.

“ pray tell,what would an orc want so close to our borders, sweet boy? ”

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

the pads of her fingers rest gently upon the cool arrowhead, no muscle in her body tensing beyond the necessity of lifting her arm to level with the bow.

“ now, now, legolas… ”

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

https://t.co/P59yvGdjU4 twt alternative? sign me up

[ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ @DIVlNEPROWESS]

/ the way this fuckass app keeps crashing , i made a bluesky for back up . seems peaceful over there , too 🙂‍↕️

give me a follow there !

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

where is her child?
she must have a word with him.

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— than intention. circles that never quite closed. lines that led nowhere.

“ I have grown so… distant from all of this, ” she admitted, her voice quieter now, touched with something almost wistful. “ I would not even know what shape your days take anymore. ”

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— gaze.

when he offered his arm, she did not hesitate. luthiene slipped her own through it with an ease born of long familiarity, her fingers curling gently around his forearm as though they had always belonged there. she leaned into him without thought, her weight settling —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— something that lingered just beyond understanding. it was uniquely his, and it drew her in all the same.

“ how has the morrow treated you, my sweet? ” she asked softly.

her thumb began its absent tracing against his arm, slow, thoughtless patterns that spoke more of comfort —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— rediscovering something sacred—something she had once known intimately, and yet never quite managed to hold onto.

there was always something missing in recollection. some glimmer, some breath of life that could not be preserved.

but here—now—he was whole again beneath her —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

luthiene’s lips curved, soft and unguarded, as her gaze wandered across his face with a quiet sort of reverence. azure eyes moved slowly, deliberately, as though each feature deserved its own moment of attention—his brow, the line of his nose, the shape of his mouth. she had —

[ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ @DIVlNEPROWESS]

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there was a serenity she so gracefully &͟ naturally carried———one that was infectious in the most beautiful way . he seemed to ease in her presence , his voice—kind .

“ 𝒾 would enjoy
that *𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 much ,
meleth nîn . ”
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[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— seen him a thousand times over, knew every contour by heart, and yet… it never felt like enough. memory betrayed her, always. it dulled him, simplified him, stripped away the fleeting details that made him 𝒽𝒾𝓂. and so each time she looked again, it was as though she were —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— this closer vantage.

“ what is the punishment, ” she continued, her tone threading the line between curiosity and quiet reproach, “ for abandoning one’s queen in the early hours of the morrow? ”

[starter for @elfsovereign]

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

the pads of luthiene’s fingers drifted along the carved branches of the throne, tracing their winding paths as though committing each curve to memory. she circled him slowly, unhurried, her presence neither stalking nor sharp-edged. there was nothing predatory in the way she —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

— strands of his hair, catching them gently before winding one around her finger. the motion was absentminded—habit.

“ tell me, my king, ” she murmured at last.

her voice was soft, lips pressed into a thin, contemplative line as her head tilted slightly, studying him from —

[〝 𝓵𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 , 𝓮𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 . @PERFERVIDSYLPH]

https://t.co/P59yvGdjU4 I know I owe starters and replies but I have had a crazy few days, so I am going to need my time