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daughteroferynlasgalen:

feanors-daughter:

"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

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She visibly winced, clearly finding it hard to believe her last statement.  ”L-Laurelin.. y-you’ve done so much for me, ever since I was an elfling, and I haven’t done anything to repay you.  P-please don’t think I’m worth anymore than you are..”  

 Laurelin closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at Tauriel. “Your friendship has been payment enough. You are one of the few friends I have ever had, and that means more to me than anything.”


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"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

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"I’m not going to get hurt!" she nearly shouted, clenching her hands into tight fists.  "I can take care of myself, and you- you don’t have to worry for me.."  Suddenly her face fell, and her voice became quieter.  "B-but if you.. if you really don’t wish for me to accompany you, then I won’t.."  

"And if you do get hurt? If you are injured protecting me? I can’t risk that, Tauriel! Not when I’ve seen so many people die. I can’t see someone else I care about so much die, and especially not to save my life.” She bowed her head, looking away. “I love having you on my travels, but I can’t allow you to come when I know that you will so easily discard your own life.”

"L-Laurelin.."  Crossing her arms, she suddenly found it nearly impossible to look the elder in the eyes.  "I.. m-my life- I hold yours above my own.  H-how could I not?  P-people need you… please, Laurelin.”  

"Tauriel, I am not someone you should look up to or value more than yourself. i am so sorry, but I can’t let you get hurt. You must understand it is only because I care about you, not because I do not want you near me." She said quietly.


"I'd die for you." ((YOU KNOW SHE WOULD))

daughteroferynlasgalen:

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"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

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"I’m not going to get hurt!" she nearly shouted, clenching her hands into tight fists.  "I can take care of myself, and you- you don’t have to worry for me.."  Suddenly her face fell, and her voice became quieter.  "B-but if you.. if you really don’t wish for me to accompany you, then I won’t.."  

"And if you do get hurt? If you are injured protecting me? I can’t risk that, Tauriel! Not when I’ve seen so many people die. I can’t see someone else I care about so much die, and especially not to save my life.” She bowed her head, looking away. “I love having you on my travels, but I can’t allow you to come when I know that you will so easily discard your own life.”


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reforgedmairon:

feanors-daughter:

reforgedmairon:

Mairon hardly looked up from the page he was covering in smudges of charcoal notes, but wordlessly reached out an arm and hugged her, careful not to let her dress touch the blackened edge of the counter he was sitting on. “What happened now?” he asked, scowling at a line of script.

She trailed her fingers down the cover, staring at the sketchbook in awe. It was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. At his comment, her eyes flickered up to him before falling back to the journal in her hands. Carefully, as if she was worried the book would be ruined if she touched it, she flipped to the inside where she found that he had spoken the truth. Her name stared back at her, burned into the cover just as he had described.

"Mairon," she breathed, running her fingers over the letters. "It’s beautiful. How could I ever thank you for this?"

He offered her a smile, absentmindedly dusting his hands off on his robe again. More gray streaks smudged across it. “You don’t need to,” he said. “It’s a gift. You don’t need to repay me, or even say thank you for it. Just use it well.”

Laurelin grinned up at him, standing suddenly and throwing her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh. She hadn’t realized how long it had been since she had truly embraced him, and she hadn’t realized how much she had missed it. “I will always cherish it.”


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"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

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She nodded slowly, backing up further.  ”B-but.. I can’t promise that, I’d- I’d rather die than let something happen to you.. I…”  

"I know, but Tauriel you have to understand. I have lived my life, and I have very little left to live for. You have so much here for you because you are young. I would never want such an innocent and valuable life lost on my account."

"I- I’m not that young, I can’t.."  Gritting her teeth, she fought back the urge to cry.  "My life isn’t worth more than yours, Laurelin!  How could I live with myself if I just stood by and let you die?!"  

Laurelin bit her lip and closed her eyes, clasping her hands behind her back and digging her nails into her palm so hard she drew blood. “I’m sorry, Tauriel.” She said quietly. She understood the younger elleth’s reasoning, but she could never live with herself if something happened. “I truly am, but I won’t let you get hurt for me.”


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daughteroferynlasgalen:

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"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

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She nodded slowly, backing up further.  ”B-but.. I can’t promise that, I’d- I’d rather die than let something happen to you.. I…”  

"I know, but Tauriel you have to understand. I have lived my life, and I have very little left to live for. You have so much here for you because you are young. I would never want such an innocent and valuable life lost on my account."


"I'd die for you"

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"Calaeril," she started, ready to give a thousand reasons why that was a bad idea. "Please, do not say that. If you were to give your life for mine I would not be able to live with myself. I am not worth that kind of generosity."

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Calaeril smiled at the red haired elleth
"You are worth every bit of my kindness"
She replied as she walked towards the palace gates ” you and your family..”

"You would extend this kindness to me… to us? After all that we have done?" She followed just behind her, hand on the sword that was sheathed at her side. "I cannot begin to express my gratitude, but I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger for me."

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"I'd die for you." ((YOU KNOW SHE WOULD))

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"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

"Laurelin.."  She sighed, glancing away.  "I can’t… I’m not your responsibility, a-and I couldn’t just stand by and watch if.."  Biting her lip, she shook her head.  "I can’t."  

"I never said it was my responsibility. You are far more valuable than I am, and I mean that. You cannot die for me, promise me this. Promise me that you will not put your life on the line for me."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she shut her eyes.  ”Laurelin, don’t…. don’t say that.  My life is of no more value than yours, and I can’t- I won’t promise that.  I can’t.”  

She closed her eyes and looked to the ground before letting out a small sigh. She had to keep Tauriel safe, no matter what the cost. “Then I can no longer allow you to accompany me on my travels. I will always return to see you and aid you if I must, but I cannot fight at your side if I know you will so easily give your life for mine. Your safety means more to me than anything.”

"L-Laurelin..?"  She shook her head, taking a half-step back.  "No, you- you can’t mean that… right?" she asked hopefully, pursing her lips.  

"I am sorry, my friend, but I would worry far too much. I care about you too much to let you die because I was too weak to protect you. If I do not have your word that you will not risk your life for mine, then I cannot allow you to endanger yourself." She murmured, pulling her hands away from the elleth’s shoulders.


"I'd die for you"

"Calaeril," she started, ready to give a thousand reasons why that was a bad idea. "Please, do not say that. If you were to give your life for mine I would not be able to live with myself. I am not worth that kind of generosity."

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"I'd die for you." ((YOU KNOW SHE WOULD))

daughteroferynlasgalen:

feanors-daughter:

daughteroferynlasgalen:

feanors-daughter:

"No," she said forcefully, standing up and looking down at Tauriel before placing her hands on her shoulders. "You won’t. I will never allow that. Think of this in a more professional point of view. You have people to protect and a long life left to live, while I have neither. My priority is to protect you. It should never be the other way around.”

"Laurelin.."  She sighed, glancing away.  "I can’t… I’m not your responsibility, a-and I couldn’t just stand by and watch if.."  Biting her lip, she shook her head.  "I can’t."  

"I never said it was my responsibility. You are far more valuable than I am, and I mean that. You cannot die for me, promise me this. Promise me that you will not put your life on the line for me."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she shut her eyes.  ”Laurelin, don’t…. don’t say that.  My life is of no more value than yours, and I can’t- I won’t promise that.  I can’t.”  

She closed her eyes and looked to the ground before letting out a small sigh. She had to keep Tauriel safe, no matter what the cost. “Then I can no longer allow you to accompany me on my travels. I will always return to see you and aid you if I must, but I cannot fight at your side if I know you will so easily give your life for mine. Your safety means more to me than anything.”


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Laurelin looked up, eyes wide as they met Tauriel’s. “I would never wish that upon anyone.” She replied softly. “Please, don’t think this way. I don’t need anyone to die on my account.”

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"I swore an oath of fealty to your brother and if the time comes where I must lay my life down for any one of blood kin, I will gladly do so for the life of one Moriquendi is worth far less than that of the blood of Noldor royalty," she said sternly yet with softness in her voice.

"I cannot allow you to forsake yourself for me. Royalty or not, your life has no less value than mine. My family is bound by oath, do not let yourself make the same mistakes, despite what my brother has said." She replied, watching the elleth carefully, her lips pressed into a thin line.


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4. Cheek Kiss

The trip exhausted her greatly for it had been long since she traveled anywhere, not to mention that her daughter was constantly on her mind since the day she left. Ithiliel trusted Laurelin, knowing how much she was fond of Milye. The elfling was growing quite attached to the red haired elleth as well, which was not a surprise consider the fact that she had Noldo blood runs in her vein after all. 

She got inside the house and figured that it was quiet, only to hear a light snoring from the living room. The Sindarin healer walked quietly and found that both of them was asleep, Miley slept soundly in the arm of her sister in law. A smiled tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched them both. They looks so alike, yet different. The light dusting of freckles upon the elfling made her look like her aunt for a moment despite their hair color. Pride and love swell deep within her as she look at them both. She leaned down and gave a soft kiss to Laurelin’s cheek and a soft pecks on the little elfling forehead. 

She was already drifting off again, but she forced her eyes open and yawned. Gently, she shifted so that Milye was now curled around a pillow instead, still asleep. Laurelin sat up and stretched, looking up at Ithiliel. “I am already awake, I can fall asleep again later. How was your trip?” She asked quietly, taking care not to wake her niece.

Ithiliel rolled her eyes. It was quite obvious that Laurelin was tired, but she knew how stubborn the Feanoreans are, so it was not that surprising to her. She went and sat down opposite of her. “I am simply tired and worn out,” she started, keeping her voice low, but just enough for the elleth to hear. “I am not quite fit to go to the court of anything.”

She yawned again, running her fingers through her tousled red hair. She was tired, and she certainly looked the part. “I can agree with you on this. As many courts and meetings as I have been to, I have never learned to enjoy or even tolerate them. Perhaps you should sleep, I can watch over Milye until you are rested. You must have traveled far.” Truthfully, she didn’t mind caring for her niece, in fact she quite enjoyed it. She smiled fondly at the sleeping elfling before looking back to Ithiliel.


"I’m surrounded by idiots."

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Mairon hardly looked up from the page he was covering in smudges of charcoal notes, but wordlessly reached out an arm and hugged her, careful not to let her dress touch the blackened edge of the counter he was sitting on. “What happened now?” he asked, scowling at a line of script.

Her eyebrows knitted together in questioning as she set the bottle aside and reached forward to accept the parcel, staring at it in confusion. She hesitated, unsure if he would really be giving it to her, and if she was permitted to open it. With shaking hands, she carefully unwrapped it, taking a deep breath when the paper was removed.

Inside lay a roughly handbound journal, its leather cover coated completely in a spiraling pattern that had been seared into the surface with a delicate hand. The pages were many and sturdy, but their surfaces were heavily textured and the edges didn’t quite align. Altogether, the book had a slight trailworn charm about it, and it would likely take quite a beating before it started to fall apart. 

"I burned your name onto the inside cover," Mairon said quietly. 

She trailed her fingers down the cover, staring at the sketchbook in awe. It was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. At his comment, her eyes flickered up to him before falling back to the journal in her hands. Carefully, as if she was worried the book would be ruined if she touched it, she flipped to the inside where she found that he had spoken the truth. Her name stared back at her, burned into the cover just as he had described.

"Mairon," she breathed, running her fingers over the letters. "It’s beautiful. How could I ever thank you for this?"

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"It's nothing, just a scratch."

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"This doesn’t look like ‘just a scratch’," Argon insisted, grabbing his cousin’s hand and holding it up to inspect her profusely-bleeding arm. "What on earth did you do to yourself? Let’s get you inside; this looks like it might need stitches."

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"I’m not angry." Laurelin murmured, ignoring his last comment about her bleeding wound. It would stop soon enough, and she didn’t want to deal with the pain that would come with more healers tending to the wound again. "I just… I hate simply remaining here and feeling so useless.”

Argon nodded in sympathy. “I know you do,” he said, “but I promise you, this is the most useful thing you can do at the moment. If you allow yourself to recover, you will be faster getting back into the action. You need not worry so.”

It was silent as she thought about what he had said. Seconds turned to minutes and she sighed, rolling onto her back and removing her hand from her arm to reveal the growing bloodstains. “Two more days.” She murmured. “Two more days at most and then we leave.”

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