First song was “Beautiful Lie” from the Batman v Superman soundtrack, which okay I adore but it has not lyrics, so next on the list:
Hozier “Someone New”. Not my favorite song of his by a long short.
Some like to imagine
The dark caress of someone else I guess any thrill will do
Very autumn-y 🙂
And because I’m me, a ten minute creation in honor of this:
Assuming a disqualification for any original fiction setting and fudging rules on fusion’ed characters and textual ghosts:
C: Can they swim well?
Very well. Not every Sindar is a great swimmer, though they love rivers and ponds even if no longer enamored of the sea. And Celeborn is someone who loves to boat, so he’d’ve have practice swimming in the rivers.
E: How are they with children?
Definitely. Celeborn for best dad. He’s patient and supportive, the dad to sits and play tea parties and it’s a gut thing, but I feel Celebrían was closer to her dad than mom. I’m not sure which parent was the disciplinarian.
L: What is their favourite board game?
Oooh, do we have any info on board games in Tolkien? I think there’s a chess metaphor in the books, but I’m not sure. So I wonder what ancient board games would fit in the universe. Would a mancala-like game be popular or something involving black and white pieces on a square board that could be as simple as checkers/draughts, the roman game of latrones, or as complex as go? Before the arrival of Morgoth’s feel wolves and monsters and later orcs, there wouldn’t be the need of a military tactics training game, so the board game model would be gambling/collecting stones/passing the other person in the model of a backgammon-like game. Which fits in nicely with the Royal Game of Ur, and isn’t that an elf-like artifact? Afterwards (and I have to believe one of these games was part of the initial strong cultural exchange between the dwarves and the elves of Doriath) such a draughts/chess game would have been very popular for princes during the First Age, and Celeborn would have played. I’m sure Galadriel introduced him to Amanyar board games and repeatedly and soundly beat him at most of them, but i can imagine him holding his own and beating her as well, fueling her interest and her competitiveness driving her to spend time with him, growing their romance. Patolli doesn’t seem like his thing. …wow i’m overthinking this without giving a definitive answer.
B: Do they have any allergies?
I don’t think elves did? Except for sensitivity to Melkor/Sauron’s evil.
O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?
Depends on how broken he was at any point in canon. but he did survive the destruction of his home -repeated. He survived the deaths of his parents, grandparents, king and great-uncle, the deaths of his cousins, his niece, his great-nephews, his home sacked twice,his king again, losing the continent of his birth and long deep attachment, being overthrown in a political coup over the land and new home he had established, having that destroyed by Sauron again, his wife living centuries under strain and the fear of losing her, losing his daughter*, etc… and still he rebuilds and endures and moves on. Only Círdan of all the elves possibly can claim to have endured and survived more than Celeborn, and no one has lost more. If he broke during any of those moments, or repeatedly, he recovered as to have hope of victory in during the War of the Ring three ages later. I don’t think even the possibility of Galadriel seizing the One Ring and going Dark Mistress of All would permanently break Celeborn inside and out.
*Not even bringing up if Amroth was Celeborn’s son or just quasi-adopted and loved as one, or here he goes to the list.
R: What are their hands like?
Large, very handsome, but scarred. Calluses from the bowstring and centuries of wielding the ax. long fingers, nails short and neat,tries and fails to clean all the dirt from under them. Doesn’t wear rings.
N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?
Whatever is normal elven breakfast- I imagine honey is part of it.
THINK OF DEADPOOL SHOPPING AT JOANN FABRICS FOR THAT COSTUME! XD
I thought of that because of your comment while watching it (and my mom loved Blind Al and the lemon/spritzer water for blood lines)
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23 🙂
As part of my fiendish plot as to write some of my original universe (but actually a Batman AU) fic, according to the timeline, here’s something from when Perry is 23 aka mostly dialogue between not!Batman/Bruce Wayne and not!Robin/Dick Grayson:
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“You’re going out to see Alis, aren’t you?” the boy asked from where he perched birdlike on the back on of a chair, poking the seat pillow with a cedar switch until Rupercht turned around to glare at him. The boy grinned when he had Rupercht’s attention and stretched up into a standing position, feet balanced carefully on the top rail. He jabbed the switch out in accusation. “You are, don’t deny it!”
“Sit properly or get down,” Rupercht grumbled.
“Ha!” The boy swung his arms out and leapt from his perch, floating across the hall until he landed with unnatural softness a foot away from where Rupercht stood. The boy beamed up at the older man with hand on a hip and chest sticking out proudly. “I could smell the rose water from way over there, and you wouldn’t be going out to spy on people with an identifying scent. Plus, you’re wearing the powder blue cotte and that fancy metal hip belt with the cats, and you only wear that if you’re trying to look all rich and impressive, but it’s not for any official court appearance or you’d be wearing your pendant chain and the tiny crown thing. Plus I know your schedule, and the council meetings aren’t for two days.”
“You have improved,” Rupercht said. “With the gravitas wood.” He pointed to the piece of treated cedar in the boy’s hand.
The boy wrinkled his nose to the side. “I haven’t had time to really practice. I should be able to float up to the ceiling or all the way across the room. And Da and Ma could do it with only wooden bracelets.”
“Practice in the main hall where you have the two story height and more space, or out in the courtyard.The skill is too useful to neglect, Richard.”
“But dangerous if the wrong person sees me,” said the boy.
Rupercht sighed. “That won’t always be true. And the power is centered in the wood you use, so I can pass the ability off as a priest-blessed charm. The talents manifest too regularly in the noble families, including most of the elector princes, for the Emperor to allow persecution. People are dependent on the items and trusting of the priesthood who use them.”
“Doesn’t stop it,” Richard muttered, and Rupercht wondered how much of that bitterness was his projection. Incantations had been chanted over most of the stone and wood of his large townhouse, and charmed objects could be found throughout the premises, not just hanging from the main altar. Yet no one in the privy council or imperial government knew of his talent.
The boy twirled the piece of reddish orange wood in his fingers. “You’re trying to deflect the conversation. That means you are going out to try and court Alis, and you don’t want the rest of the household to know.”
“Nonsense,” Rupercht snapped.
“You should change your hose, though.”
“What’s wrong with the pair I’m wearing?” Rupercht was alarmed at how defensive and loud his statement came out.
Richard frowned. It made him look like a pouting kitten. “They’re dull, and boring, and make your legs look…well, not skinny, but in the other pair you look better. Alis thinks so too. Wear the gray ones; she likes how your calves look in the gray hose.”
“You talk to Alis about how my legs look?”
“Sure,” Richard said. The wide grin was back, cheeky and infuriating. “What else do we have to talk about? She likes to tell me stories about you, and they’re almost as good as the ones from Elred. Well, nothing’s as good as the bee story.”
“You are never to mention that bee story,” Rupercht demanded.
“Too late,” Richard said, and kicked up into the air once more. He floated for a moment, the piece of cedar stirring the air above him as he slowly rotated his wrist, then descended. With another kick the boy rose in the air a little higher. “I left out the part where you got stung-”
“Don’t repeat embarrassing childhood stories to those outside the family.” His tone was stern enough to stop Richard, though the boy was still smirking and hanging suspended in the air. Out of reach, Rupercht noticed; the boy was smart. “And I don’t need fashion advice from my squire.”
“Sure you do,” Richard said.
“Not from you. You still think parti-colored motley is appropriate attire.”
“Travelling acrobats,” the boy countered with light-hearted outrage, but Rupercht watched the small tells of his face for signs of sorrow at this reminder of his murdered parents and the life he had left. There was none on that sunny mask, but Rupercht knew grief. He stared up at the boy, waiting. With a huff, Richard lowered the piece of wood and began to float like a soap bubble to the floor. “I promise not to tell Elred where you’re going. Which is silly, because he approves of Mistress Alis.”
“I know,” Rupercht said, thinking of the old servant who had raised him since he was nine. “The problem is he wants me to marry soon, and the rest of the court, and produce an heir.”
The obnoxious grin was brighter than before. “And the problem? You have enough money, and if you marry Alis it won’t matter if she steals from you because it’d belong to her anyway and then we’d have a lady of the manor so Elred doesn’t have to handle all the steward’s duties. And then you could open up the country mansion so we’re not always here in the city.”
“I need to be in-town for my duties,” Rupercht said, “both official court rulings and the other work.”
“The night work, you mean,” Richard said, “the breaking into offices and guild halls and spying on people in taverns. All the creepy night stuff.”
“Yes,” Rupercht growled, “and if you want to join me tonight you shall stay quiet.”
The boy whooped with excitement. “Ah, Sire! When you took me in as your squire, I thought I’d be stuck cleaning armour and tending your horses -not that I wasn’t stuck tending them when we travelled in the wagon- but breaking into lords’ warehouses to steal their letters and prove their conspiring against the Throne. It’s that river tariff case, right? You found which House is involved in the smuggling.”
“I have a lead,” he admitted.
“Wait, is that why you’re calling on Alis? For help sneaking into the place?” Blue eyes narrowed at the man in suspicion. “On the list of troubadour-approved courting rituals, I don’t think illegal espionage is there.”
“Richard, I’m the lord in charge of the Emperor’s spies. Even if I don’t tell him I’m his most active agent. I make it legal.”
“Wolves Without Teeth” – Of Monsters and Men
for lyric line it’s a toss-up between:
And I run from wolves / Breathing heavily / At my feet
and
You hover like a hummingbird
You bet I do! Somewhere in my tags I have my post of all my boringly het mostly canon RuroKen ships, but they’re #2 on my ‘ships for this series.
Now I’m waiting for it, if I can have the same few people I interact w/ over there and a plethora of fan content to search and track via tags that work
To be honest, I can see DW, if they so wished, updating their site to allow for a sort of LJ/Tumblr hybrid that has the best of both worlds. Because why not? Their site is pretty good. I have no problems with it. It’s like LJ without the plethora of issues it’s had over the years. I don’t see why we would be looking for a brand new platform when there’s always something that’s great and already in use (and was THE home of fandom (at least LJ was) before Tumblr and its generation of fans.) So if I could grant a wish and have it come true, it would be for DW to figure out a way to tinker with their code to make this a hybrid site that’s maybe on the simpler side but has everything you need:
• I thought Tumblr was a blogging (albeit a microblogging) site, and it’s also a social media site, and that being said I’d like to feel there is interaction between me and my friends on here. (we use Fanmail, but still!) And I want it to be with a certain number of people, people I choose. This whole thing of just tossing random posts into my dash makes me roll my eyes. I probably won’t mind some of the adds – I like the Tombstone ones and rarely some other ones, but most of the time I’d rather not have this shit. Heck, if I wanted to find more people to follow, I can look through communities, see how seems cool and nice, or participate in friending memes.
• Privacy. Because instead of having a personal blog and a fandom blog and yet another blog for that other fandom, you can have it all in one and personally control each and every post as you make, declare which group or groups can see each entry. This would help us loads. No more vagueblogging that then leads to paranoia among everyone thinking, “are you talking about me? D: ” reactions, and the person can feel a little more comforted that they’re not spied on (as much.)
• Full control of your own content. Period.
• Icons! Yeah, LJ eventually had ads, but before we voluntarily gave money for exchange for extra goodies to enjoy on the site, like more icons. I remember getting a year’s subscription for a friend who was just stoked over it. And can you imagine all the expert gif makers and photoshop experts on Tumblr getting their hands at those lovely 100×100 works of art once more. :’) (I still collect them, because I have an actual true private journal on a MacJournal program on my desktop, and I programmed it so I can have little icons with each new entry, hahahaha! But you don’t see them as much. I miss them.)
• Tags on LJ/DW are great because they are limited only to your own journal and I would like to keep them that way for sake of organization (so I can tag Maglor in fics tormenting him and not worry about fans coming at me with pitchforks.) But it would be nice to have a way to also have the entire site see that tag (such as if I drew a picture of Arwen), which again may be something one can code into the privacy settings of each individual entry. Although we do still have newsletters on LJ, it can be a hassle trying to locate every last link, and the larger fandoms will probably just lose their minds.
So that’s what I hope we can achieve. I don’t know if it is possible to merge the codes, but I would be interested to see the DW staff have a go at it. 🙂
Especially that tag on the private versus site wide – which again just having what LJ had on the private post versus visible to friends versus visible to anyone. That I miss. I have(had) a LJ account since 2004 or something I think, but I stopped using it many years back, nor was I using it for any real fandom purpose – only had three or so friends on it and followed a Capslock_community. The DW I have (also dormant) for Sims2 stuff. So if say DW was able to get the tracked open tag system so that at least for posts flagged as community open I could see and share images and gif sets without having to search everyone’s personal blogs, that would be nice.
I got excited each time LJ upped the avatar limit 😀 Annoyed that I only had those 100X100 limits to make my own icons, but I miss having the ability to switch icons, as I used that as a personal tagging system as well (and the WoT reader in my found it fun)
The picture hosting thing on DW is one of my issues, one of things I loved when first getting into tumblr. That and having the Rich Text without having to swap back to html and back and forth.
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Yes but is he the father of Gil-galad?!
My headcanon? Yep! Marries Meril, the daughter of the Mithrim Sindar leader, a beautiful and pragmatic lady who has the grace and sensibility to govern that Fingon does not have the aptitude/enjoyment for. Politically savvy, fond of her husband, but finds her father-in-law much closer to an intellectual match/better company. Meril’s first cousin is Orodreth’s wife, so after the Bragollach, Gil-galad is sent to his aunt and then both of them travel on to take refuge with Círdan. Which, let’s face it, Círdan is who Gil-galad thinks of whenever he pictures the word ‘father’, the one who raised him, the one he looks to for advice and approval and paternal affection. He remembers a little of his birth parents, but his aunt fulfills the role of mother in his life to the point that Finduilas also seems like the big sister he knows only through stories, that the cousins in Nargothrond – Orodreth and Finrod and Finduilas- are as dear to him as vague memories of Hithlum – Fingolfin, Lalwen, Fingon, Meril.
(Thematically, Gil-galad is also Fingolfin’s child in spirit)
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