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hadriel_logs2017-01-21 10:30 pm
handofsilver) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-01-21 10:30 pm
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Who: Celebrimbor & Maedhros!
What: They are moving into a new home and rebuilding old bonds.
Where: Their new house (specific, right?) and then Celebrimbor's forge.
When: Right now.
Warnings: Maybe some mention of dark pasts. They have plenty! Tolkien is known for kinslaying, torture, battle etc. etc..
His heart was healing alongside his body thanks to his father's encouragement. Daily Celebrimbor was becoming the young, vibrant Elf he used to be; aside from a faint limp and some scarring that was usually hid beneath his clothes (unless he happened to be working in his Forge). He was wearing a softer tunic, pants and boots on this day and his dark hair - which was regrowing - was drawn back into a ponytail. It was uncommon for Elves to sport pierced ears, but his were and ornamented with silver studs. Additionally he had a few necklaces around his neck and a ring or two on his fingers. All pieces had been made by him, but his true pride was the sword at his hip; he never went anywhere without it.
In the new house that his father and uncle had agreed upon, he was seeing to minor repairs, ensuring everything was fit for his family. As he worked, there was a small smile on his lips and his silver eyes glowed with contentment. Thoughts of Sauron were far, far away and he was happy being amongst family and working with his hands.
When he finished one round of hammering, he heard a creak and wondered if either Curufin or Maedhros had come home...
"Father? Uncle?" he peered down the steps, body tensing as if he was preparing for an attack. Such a reaction was second nature and only time would be able to ease it.
What: They are moving into a new home and rebuilding old bonds.
Where: Their new house (specific, right?) and then Celebrimbor's forge.
When: Right now.
Warnings: Maybe some mention of dark pasts. They have plenty! Tolkien is known for kinslaying, torture, battle etc. etc..
His heart was healing alongside his body thanks to his father's encouragement. Daily Celebrimbor was becoming the young, vibrant Elf he used to be; aside from a faint limp and some scarring that was usually hid beneath his clothes (unless he happened to be working in his Forge). He was wearing a softer tunic, pants and boots on this day and his dark hair - which was regrowing - was drawn back into a ponytail. It was uncommon for Elves to sport pierced ears, but his were and ornamented with silver studs. Additionally he had a few necklaces around his neck and a ring or two on his fingers. All pieces had been made by him, but his true pride was the sword at his hip; he never went anywhere without it.
In the new house that his father and uncle had agreed upon, he was seeing to minor repairs, ensuring everything was fit for his family. As he worked, there was a small smile on his lips and his silver eyes glowed with contentment. Thoughts of Sauron were far, far away and he was happy being amongst family and working with his hands.
When he finished one round of hammering, he heard a creak and wondered if either Curufin or Maedhros had come home...
"Father? Uncle?" he peered down the steps, body tensing as if he was preparing for an attack. Such a reaction was second nature and only time would be able to ease it.