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“Every time I think I can move forward, there’s this force bringing me back into darkness.”
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@Midnight Stars. People have a life outside of the site and will unfortunately disappear when emergencies strike. Not everyone has the time to be online every day/all the time.
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"Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery."
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"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."
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WolfLover here, I am 27 year of female writer. Has been writing for over 5 years, so has lots of experience in the roleplaying/writing field :) I live in the Uk.
My interest check and My Character Storage for anyone interested :)
I am currently unemployed. (Lots of personal reasons, some of you may know, some don't). Last year had been bad for me, and my mental health. Still trying to recover and try to battle my problems. Muse has been slow, but slowly trying to get back into writing. If anyone's interested in rping, send me a message and we can work something out together :) Happy writing dear people.


The Witches and Warlocks of Tanner (Active) GM'S: @Hedgehawk@HaleyTheRandom@SouffleGirl123


Rhodes (Active) With @Jones Sparrow
The Mystery (Active) with @Fetzen

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The young she-elf resembled her elder sister greatly. The only noticeable difference between Arwen and her little sister Yavanna besides the difference in age. Were the eyes. Arwen had crystal blue eyes. Many also said, that the two young elves, looked a lot like their mother; Lady Celebrian. The beauty, the grace, the perfectly pale, flawless, beautiful creamy skin. As for Yavanna, she had her mother's eyes. The same soulful, beautiful Emerald color.

Yavanna rose a slight eyebrow, hearing Saeril. "Yes." she said softly. Yavanna had been fortunate enough, to pic out a sword in Erebor before their departure. Kili had helped her pick it out. It had been a while, since Yavanna had a sword, since her own had been taken by the Elven Guards; back in Mirkwood during her arrest. As she went to reach for it..her eyes widened when she heard Saeril.

"What? Are you crazy?" Yavanna breathed out. Why would she ask such a question? "I can't...just attack you. That's madness."
Oh there will be an incident. *smiles micheviously*
Well basically, after Gandalf breaks the hold Saruman and Grima had on King Theoden. Grima takes matters into his own hands. He knows about Yavanna, via Saruman. Being whom she is and whom she is related to...makes her a target of certain enemies.
The spell he would cast, would be a slow torturous spell. Kili would feel the affects first...before Yavanna would feel it. But she'd find an inner strength and with her knowledge of Elven Magic. She would fight him off. Her powers are still growing; she would tap into a very potent magic in that moment. But she would be rather weak from both his spell and the strength of her own magic, used to fight him off..Kili would need some recovery himself, just like Yavanna.
The scene would kind of replace/add to his banishment scene.
It seemed like everyone was silent; stuck in the abyss of their own thoughts. The Darkness and loss of Fili and Thorin's death, had affected all of them. In different ways. Kili had lost his big-brother, best-friend, protector and uncle. Yavanna had lost her best-friend, someone she had considered a brother. And a dear-friend, that did not know, how dear he was to her. Saeril had lost a good friend as well as her God-son, someone Yavanna had seen her view; almost like a son. It felt strange...having to get used to a new way of life...without the eldest Heir. The absence of Fili was clear. Yavanna wasn't used to being without Fili. He was missing...she was missing him. Even Kili hated being without his elder brother...it felt...incomplete.

But it seemed, like any good memories. Any distraction was good for the young Dwarf and the elf-Princess. Anything to stop thinking about the loss and sadness.

Yavanna was sitting by the fire, after she had washed her face in the little river near by. Her cloak was around Kili to help keep him warm. Her silver-blue outfit had been exposed. She didn't mind the evening breeze. Her raven hair was free, almost dancing in the wind, as each new gush of the air ruffled it. Kili was eating some of the Elvish bread...whilst Yavanna had been staring into the fire. Watching the red, orange and yellow colors of the sparks dancing.

Hearing Saeril's voice, Yavanna looked up. "Yes? What is it?" she asked softly. Standing up, the young she-elf walked over to the elder.
Added Quinn, JD and Honey to Layla's relationship charts :)

Prince Lucian Auclair of Abhainn


Location; Abhainn Ballroom.
Interacting With; Lady Alice Allaire@Lionhearted



Fireworks. People Chatting, laughing. Glorious music. Dancing. All the best food Abhainn had to offer. That was the typical festivities in Abhainn.

Only tonight, it was more posh. More bigger, than anything Lucian had yet seen. It was a rather important night. Not just for the royals of Sliabh. Especially his future sister-in-law. She would get to know his brother; his quirks, his faults, how he was like. Lucian was sure, Lady Julianna would pick up on it quiet easily. The one of many nights, where his brother was supposed to set a good example. Be a good host. But of course, Maddox was late as usual. In his brother's words. 'He was fashionably late' But it was not very fashionable. It was quite embarrassing. Maybe regrading towards their guests.

As Always, many guests. Important nobles kept asking about him his elder brother. Lucian had always got used to people asking him questions about Maddox. As always, he had to answer with one of the many not-so-favorites. "I am sure, he'll be here soon." Or "He's fashionably late as always." then came the; "We all know, he likes to make an entrance." Yep...how true those words were. At least, to Lucian it was. Maddox always somehow made a spectacle of his entrance. Especially the way, Lucian viewed it. Being his little brother. It was embarrassing for him.

The young Prince kept glancing around. Clearly, he was on the look-out for his elder brother. Trying to see if Maddox was among the guests. Flirting with someone he shouldn't. But there was no sign of him. "This is getting ridiculous!" he muttered to himself. His jaw clenched in annoyance. Lucian's eyes automatically rolled into the back of his head. He felt like he was getting close to scoffing. This long wait for his brother...was getting on his nerves.

It seemed, everyone else was antsy too. Of course people, would say; In many ways Lucian was like his elder brother. But also not. Lucian was more proper; on time, respectful, kind and wouldn't show up late with guests in the Kingdom. As he glanced around the ball-room. He spotted his future sister in law. Giving her an apologetic look. He saw, she was quiet busy talking to her niece and nephew, along with her Lady-in-Waiting Lady Amara. He didn't want to get in the way, of their conversation. Lucian would find time to apologize, for his brother's lateness a bit later on...when she would be alone.

Among the crowds, he spotted a very familiar face. Lady Alice Allaire. Someone, Lucian thought very highly off. She was a family friend and his mentor. Young Lucian had always admired her skills and beauty, from a-far and at times, from up close. Despite their age difference. He was very fond of her. But of course, she didn't seem to notice his crush on her. Walking over towards her, with his warm smile. Lucian bowed to her in greeting. "Good evening, Lady Alice." he greeted her. "You haven't, by any chance spotted my brother yet have you?" He asked her. A few nobles near by rose a slight eyebrow at young Lucian, hearing his words..."I mean his majesty." Lucian abruptly, corrected himself in their presence. Lucian figured, with Alice being so close to the family. She was a good person to ask, about his brother.
After Bilbo's departure. The rest of the late afternoon into the evening seemed to fly by rather quickly. Kili's request came true, the young Dwarf witnessed the survivors of Lake Town; getting what they were promised. Yavanna too was glad, that they got what was promised to them. So they could rebuild their lives, and have some plenty more for the future. Bard had been named the King, of New Dale. It was quite an honnor for him, Yavanna gathered. But he deserved it, for what he had done. The company then said goodbye to each other, over a nice dinner.

After the trio had eaten, and had everything they would need. They had began to their journey to The Blue Mountains. Yavanna would miss the company of the Dwarves..they were a merry bunch. But hopefully, they'd meet again some day.

Both Yavanna and Kili were silent, as they walked with Saeril. Kili's thoughts lingered on his brother and beloved Uncle Thorin. His mind searching for ways, how he should...would need to break the sad news to his mother. But nothing seemed, right in his mind. It was going to be the most difficult thing ever; having to tell his mother the heart-breaking news. Kili didn't feel ready for it. Not mentally, emotionally...or physically. He was still trying to come to terms with the deaths himself.

The young Dwarf tried to think of happier things. Something that would allow to his mind and memories sane.

Yavanna's mind kept swimming with various different thoughts. From when she first met the Dwarves, that instant bond of friendship she had with Fili and Kili. To Fili's support, when she had met Legolas. His encouragement to stay with the Elven Prince, was still replying in her mind. The last words, he had ever spoken to her. The many memories, and thoughts of Legolas were ever present in her mind. Thoughts of Legolas seemed to keep her sane. Kept her strong enough, to not fall into the darkness of pure sorrow and grief. But she also missed him. His blue eyes, the way he'd comfort her. Those brief smiles, that made her heart skip a beat. Whatever the fate of their world was too be, she hoped he was safe.

For a while, the young she-elf even began to think about her elder sister. Yavanna and Arwen had always been close. And alike in so many ways. Whilst Yavanna loved her elder brothers...of course she did. She just found it hard to trust them, and be close to them...after the lies they told her. She did miss her elder sister, wondering where Arwen's fate and destiny, had taken her too.

Next followed memories of her childhood, that she spent in Lothlorien. Yavanna was loved by the Elves of Lorien. The pride and joy to her grand-parents. She owed them a lot. They were a big...huge...important part of her life. Both Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel had given her so much...taught her so much. From History of Middle Earth, to the History of their Kind...to teaching her how to handle her powers/elven magic. They had also just opened that wonderful world, where she met so many people; that was in their realm. One Particular person, she had always been close to was Haldir.
The Marchwarden...he was one of her closest friends and her mentor. He pretty much taught her almost everything, she knew when it came to combat and fighting with weapons. A few of her father's best warriors taught her back in Rivendell growing up, when she got bit older..
@HushedWhispers Lol, you silly :)
I personally think it's a little to early for a time-skip. Not sure what others think
Awesome tribute :) feel free to add more tributes to both sections
Added more Tributes to the Zeroth post :)
Including for Yavanna...For her;Ignore some people/scenes lol...as Reign as the best tv show for me to work with, when looking for a video for her.
It's added :)
Along with a few more tributes, that I fell in love with when looking for more tribute videos on Youtube. :)
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