❝That is the path of despair. OF FOLLY, I would say, if the long wisdom of Elrond did not forbid me.❞
Eʀᴇsᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ Iᴍʟᴀᴅʀɪs;
⊱ chief councilor of elrond.
#TolkienRP#LOTRRP
『 #Vɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ. 』
// I guess you can say I HC Erestor taking some part in helping raise Elrond after Maedhros and Maglor stopped.
;^)
A Noldor Loremaster, wife of a son of Fëanor, Gil-Galad wine uncle, and Celebrimbor who fell for a forge maia. That's your fam now.
@silvernbijou i would not expect him to. caranthir was too harsh at times. he was never a great diplomat. . . a financial advisor, yes. it is why thargelion was so comfortable to live in.
[ the subtle change for serious to tender is noted in her eyes.]
it depends on the day.
to love the house of fëanor, does not mean i absolve their actions.
i simply do not think their actions mean they should only remembered by them.
i loved my husband fiercely. proudly. and even more so with his temper. i loved my in laws. through thick and thin.
@silvernbijou journals, with the emblem of your grandfather's house. written records. the account of your uncle's great distaste for my husband's words.
[ smirks, looking over the valley. briefly a hand touches that fëanorian star pendant on her neck. ]
family memories.
naturally. ah, yes.
then you will have to help me find an outfit for the mirkwood gathering. i simply cannot choose, and need you to narrow down my options.
caranthir, before he fell, had always given me the option of moving on.
i had not thought i needed to.
and then glorfindel offered to help me alphabetize manuscripts.
he did it incorrectly.
[ she is blushing. ]
// I feel like I should reintroduce my Erestor rq. Same Erestor in LotR books.
I just ( with the help of friends and other rp partners ), gave the Silmarillion twist.
Wife of Caranthir, 4th son of Fëanor.
Daughter of Rúmil of Tirion.
Loremaster, Historian, Chief Councilor. :)
@duskreigns — She would not judge immediately.
She would simply watch, and listen.
For now? A smile. A greeting. It was time to meet this established guest her nephew had seemed so interested in.
@duskreigns — She suspected there were be work on her own desk because Celebrimbor was busy with their established guest ( or just busy trying to surpass his grandfather, typical ).
The horses hault. The one with the golden hair, fair in face. That, she assumed, was the 'emissary.' —