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odin_allfather ([personal profile] odin_allfather) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-08-03 10:44 am

campfire meme


CAMPFIRE MEME

-Okay so you're sitting around a sweet-ass bonfire in the countryside
-or on a beach
-or under the fucking water for all I care, fuck science, it's your choice
-There's probably like, s'more making or hotdog roasting too, who the fuck cares
-And cheesy sing-a-long songs
-And possibly even underwear burning or like throwing random things into the fire
-Or even dancing naked around it like the satanic witches you are.
-Since y'all are suckers for romance the bonfire is pretty fucking romantic
-It can also be pretty fucking platonic because let's face it sometimes you want to do shit with friends
-Just roll with the scenario, have fun, and enjoy the fucking bonfire because it really looks fucking awesome
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[personal profile] outwards 2014-08-19 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yet further south I may not set my feet, and my eyes are turned east." And she will not turn back; to be firm of mind is in her blood, and though she may not be the one of her kin most fiercely set in their ways once their mind is made up, that only puts her below such figures as Fëanor and Nerdanel, and hardly makes her swayed easily.

"Yet now the shadows are falling and night is drawing close, and if you will give me your name, I shall have to ask you to spend the night." There is a smile on her lips now, inviting a positive answer.
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[personal profile] beleg 2014-08-20 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
"The offer is appreciated lady." Beleg dipper his head in both greeting and assent. He recognized the look in her eyes, seen it many times in Princess Luthien. Trying to sway their minds would be an exercise in futility at this point.

"Beleg Cuthalion I am called, one of Doriath's marchwardens. And may I now have your name?"
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[personal profile] outwards 2014-08-21 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ìreth Fingolfiniel of Gondolin, as it was, though you might know me better as Aredhel Ar-Feiniel." She inclines her head slightly in acknowledgement of the name that he has made for himself and that has travelled farther and wider even than he; many stories has she heard about his deeds, and good were all of them. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Beleg Cuthalion of Doriath."
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[personal profile] beleg 2014-08-22 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I you, my lady. I remember your brother King Turgon well." The Nírnaeth Arnoediad did not end well for anyone involved (except for Morgoth) but he remembered the forces from Gondolin and how well they fought. He took a seat by the fire opposite of her now that he was invited.

"Your destination is Himlad, is it not?"
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[personal profile] outwards 2014-08-25 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
"That is so." It's quite hard to resist the urge to pull a face and comment on how marvellous it is that anyone remembers her brother well, considering how he likes to hide, and hide all of them away (and after her return he got really ridiculous on that, to the point where she had to accuse him of wishing that her son had never been born to stop acting like she was three and he her father).

"It is quite a way, and more dangerous now than the last times that I were on this path; yet I wish to see them again while I can still reach them."

She saw Fingon briefly before the Nirnaeth, and though it was not much, it was a small piece of warmth that helped her through the word of his death. She can not protect her cousins, in the end, and all the more likely it is that they will not survive for long, exposed on a mountain rather than holed up inside rock. And if they should leave the world of the living... they have sworn, and not lightly, and though she would not say it she doubts that they can succeed. She wants, needs this piece of warmth to carry her through the darkness of having lost them when the time comes.
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[personal profile] beleg 2014-08-28 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
To see family members again, that he could understand and sympathize, though he had no 'family' to speak of himself. There were many in Doriath that had fallen and consequently gone to Mandos Halls and their relatives who longed to see and speak to them again.

He looked into the fire, considering his options. He had promised King Thingol he would be back in Doriath before year's end and the time was coming up fast. Still, he could not leave her alone to wander in the north. "If you are willing, to Arossiach I may guide you." He said finally. "No further from there may I go." He had no desire to meet go into Himlad itself and meet the sons of Feanor. It has been some time since he has gone east but the road there should not have changed beyond his recognition.