Thingol and Melian meet in the woods of Nan Elmoth
‘No word she spoke but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand; and straightaway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus, hand in hand, while long years were measured by the wheeling stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark ere they spoke any word to one another.’
JRR Tolkien: The Silmarillion Chapter 4: Of Thingol and Melian
Beren and Luthien meet in the woods of Doriath.
Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinuviel! Tinuviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinuviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.
Lady Sedrana Crimsonrose arched a red eyebrow at Aranya.
So, you would indeed trust your life to a pirate,” she said.
Her tone made the hairs on the back of Aranya’s neck bristle.
The redheaded lady continued, “One whose entirety is based off of… less than noble biddings. One whose loyalty would go to the highest bidder?” The arcanist could practically hear the smirk behind the noblewoman’s mask. “Quite the risk taker.”
The embers of Aranya’s eyes flashed hot.
This woman didn’t know a damn thing about Aranya, about her past and what things she had done, what she was still capable of. She didn’t know what Halenvar knew of her true nature. She didn’t understand as Blaque, Celestine, Dyna or Colpeia did, how far she could go.
And she sure as fel didn’t know what she was talking about.
Aranya turned and shot Sedrana a sharp look. “You have no idea what Kurel’s loyalty towards me or estimation of me is,” she growled. “You don’t know what he’s done, or what assurances he’s made me, in his way.”
The ivory scarab - his scarab - Kurel’s gift to her, still nestled hidden in the phoenix-mage’s boot cuff, reminding her of everything it meant; of how the Tanari captain had finally gained her trust - unasked, unbargained for - because he had shown her in his own way, he deserved it.
“And yes, I’d trust him with my life,” snarled Aranya. “Because I know that if he didn’t save it, he’d tear apart anyone guilty of taking it.”
Aranya’s glare could have burned a hole in the other woman’s head… But at length, she composed herself, taking a deep, calming breath.
The dark-haired arcanist’s final words to the ginger lady on the matter were spoken in a low, edged tone, “Sound good enough for you?”
Born and raised in the Imperial City, Vala always dreamed about joining the Arcane University. She jumped at the opportunity to help the emperor and gain access to the Mages Guild, never imagining that she would find herself fighting against forces that would destroy the world.
He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.
Taako & Ren doodles! ren’s one of my fav npcs, and I adored absolutely every moment in The 11th Hour when these two elves talked to each other. I hope they’ll see each other again in the future (and maybe cook together who knows, angus could help, that would be cute)