Laurelin froze in the doorway, almost unable to move when she saw him collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Mairon?" She gasped, finally forcing herself to move and kneel next to him. "Mairon, please wake up!" ((Aaaaaayyyyyy wanna do a thing))

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Consciousness came back to him in swirling fragments, carrying with it the faint familiarity of someone crying out his name. He tried to force himself to wake up and reach out to her voice, to give some sort of reply, but the most he could seem to manage was a faint groan. 

She watched him for a moment before silently climbing onto the bed beside him and wrapping her arms around his thin shoulders. “Perhaps not, but how long has it been since you last slept?” She asked, her voice gentle and soothing again. “You can’t stay awake forever, despite how pleasant that may seem.”

Mairon fell silent, trying to think of an answer for her. But for all his thoughts of the past few days, weeks even, he found he’d lost track. “I never said it was pleasant,” he muttered thoughtfully. “Maiar should need less rest than this. I have not even done anything overly strenuous in quite some time.” He blinked, focusing on the ceiling. “I don’t remember the last time I slept,” he admitted.

“Which further proves my point. I know you’re a Maia, and you shouldn’t need nearly as much rest as a mortal or even an elf, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Obviously, you need more rest considering you collapsed from exhaustion.” She sighed and looked away from him, studying the hem of the blanket that rested under them. “You can’t keep doing that. I was terrified.”

Laurelin froze in the doorway, almost unable to move when she saw him collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Mairon?" She gasped, finally forcing herself to move and kneel next to him. "Mairon, please wake up!" ((Aaaaaayyyyyy wanna do a thing))

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Consciousness came back to him in swirling fragments, carrying with it the faint familiarity of someone crying out his name. He tried to force himself to wake up and reach out to her voice, to give some sort of reply, but the most he could seem to manage was a faint groan. 

Laurelin shook her head and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked back to him. “Mairon, I’ve told you too many times that you need take care of yourself. You can’t push yourself so hard.” She replied, an almost frustrated tone to her voice. “You need rest.”

"It seems almost a foreign concept…" He closed his eye again, leaning back into the pillow as his thoughts strayed to what he’d been doing all morning. A decorative wall hanging had been polished, wire cut for the links of a chain, both ordinary and simple tasks that should not have fatigued him so. "I didn’t push myself," he said quietly.

She watched him for a moment before silently climbing onto the bed beside him and wrapping her arms around his thin shoulders. “Perhaps not, but how long has it been since you last slept?” She asked, her voice gentle and soothing again. “You can’t stay awake forever, despite how pleasant that may seem.”
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Laurelin froze in the doorway, almost unable to move when she saw him collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Mairon?" She gasped, finally forcing herself to move and kneel next to him. "Mairon, please wake up!" ((Aaaaaayyyyyy wanna do a thing))

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Consciousness came back to him in swirling fragments, carrying with it the faint familiarity of someone crying out his name. He tried to force himself to wake up and reach out to her voice, to give some sort of reply, but the most he could seem to manage was a faint groan. 

She entered her room and stepped over the sketchbooks that cluttered the floor of her chambers. Gently, she laid him down on the bed and sat down beside him, taking his hand. “Do you remember what happened?” She said softly, pressing a kiss to his brow and brushing her fingers through his hair.

He sank lightly into the mattress, feeling himself relax a little, but he missed the warmth being in her arms had given him. “I was working,” he murmured. “I had been for… A while.” He managed to open his good eye and focus it on her face, but the look in it was blank, tired.

Laurelin shook her head and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked back to him. “Mairon, I’ve told you too many times that you need take care of yourself. You can’t push yourself so hard.” She replied, an almost frustrated tone to her voice. “You need rest.”

Laurelin froze in the doorway, almost unable to move when she saw him collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Mairon?" She gasped, finally forcing herself to move and kneel next to him. "Mairon, please wake up!" ((Aaaaaayyyyyy wanna do a thing))

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Consciousness came back to him in swirling fragments, carrying with it the faint familiarity of someone crying out his name. He tried to force himself to wake up and reach out to her voice, to give some sort of reply, but the most he could seem to manage was a faint groan. 

She sighed in relief when he responded to her and leaned forward to smooth his hair away from his face. Though she had no idea what was wrong, all she could think to do at least move him off of the stone floor. Carefully, she shifted him into her arms and lifted him up. “Can you try to talk to me?” She asked softly, glancing down at him as she took a small step forward.

Clarity faded away, but then suddenly he was curled up in warm arms, leaning against a shoulder that smelled familiarly of paints and sunflowers. “Laurelin,” he said with surprise, lifting his head and instantly regretting it as his head spun. He leaned against her again, shutting his eyes.

She entered her room and stepped over the sketchbooks that cluttered the floor of her chambers. Gently, she laid him down on the bed and sat down beside him, taking his hand. “Do you remember what happened?” She said softly, pressing a kiss to his brow and brushing her fingers through his hair.
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Laurelin froze in the doorway, almost unable to move when she saw him collapsed in a heap on the floor. "Mairon?" She gasped, finally forcing herself to move and kneel next to him. "Mairon, please wake up!" ((Aaaaaayyyyyy wanna do a thing))

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Consciousness came back to him in swirling fragments, carrying with it the faint familiarity of someone crying out his name. He tried to force himself to wake up and reach out to her voice, to give some sort of reply, but the most he could seem to manage was a faint groan. 

She sighed in relief when he responded to her and leaned forward to smooth his hair away from his face. Though she had no idea what was wrong, all she could think to do at least move him off of the stone floor. Carefully, she shifted him into her arms and lifted him up. “Can you try to talk to me?” She asked softly, glancing down at him as she took a small step forward.

Ask my muse increasingly personal questions. See how far you can push them.

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Send your muse’s reaction to finding mine passed out on the floor

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imagine ur otp

doing

the forehead touch

now imagine ur otp doing the forehead touch

as one of them dies in the other’s arms

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

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Laurelin giggled and bolted down the hill as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, stumbling every so often over the steep decline. "Maglor!" She giggled happily, running towards him. ((I'M SORRY I HAD TO))

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Turning at the voice, Maglor saw her running down the slope and laughed, crouching and opening his arms invitingly, waiting to catch her and sweep her up and around. “Come on, sister!”

//SHHH DON’T BE SORRY WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR feanors-daughter

 

She gripped his hands tighter when he started walking, keeping herself steady. “We have to be really quiet, right?” She whispered softly in his ear. “So that we don’t scare them?”

"That’s right, sister," he whispered back, smiling. He slowed when  they approached. "Look up, Lau! Can you see them through the branches?"

She straightened and stared up through the thick leaves at the small nest that rested in the branches. Nodding enthusiastically, she grinned down at him. “I see it! There are little tiny baby birds in the nest!” She wiggled excitedly on his shoulders, blue eyes wide. “Do you see them, brother?”

He laughed softly. “I see them! They look about ready to start flying - what do you think? They may leave the nest soon.”

"But what if they don’t want to leave the nest yet? Do all baby birds have to leave their families?" She asked him quietly, her voice soft.

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IS ANYONE ELSE PUMPED THAT THIS ELF IS BACK


*pouts* Does that mean I'm old too?

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N-not now.. I mean, you might have been, a little bit when you were big, but.. Yeah.  A bit.  

 

*giggles* Yeah, people are hard, aren’t they?  But don’t worry about it, after all, how do you think you’ll get better at painting?  

By painting lots and lots. Are we almost there? *pokes her head up and looks around*

Yep.  My room is just around this corner here.. *sets her on the ground*

*hurries after her to her room* I get to go in your room?

*tilts head* Of course, I’d love to have you in there.  *gently nudges her aside so she can open the door, and ushers her in*  You like it?  

*nods excitedly, grinning* It’s beautiful. My room is always messy at home, and yours is nice and clean. Amme says my room looks like it was destroyed by an earthquake.

*laughs*  Well, I just can’t focus if things are too messy in here.  But it’s not all that clean, by a long shot.  I still have a bit of work in here to do, but other than that, it’s not so bad.  

It’s cleaner than my room, because I like it messy. When it’s clean, I can’t pay attention to anything.

Yeah, that makes sense.  *walks across the room, and drags a painting easel across the floor from the corner*  For me, I need to be able to know where everything is.  Like this!  

*huffs* But I know where everything in my room is! It’s just not clean, so Amme says it’s a disaster.


Laurelin ducked as an orc swung his sword over her head, hitting a tree behind her. Overall, the battle had been in their favor. Very few elves had fallen in comparison to the dead orcs. She was optimistic. But in one horrible moment, everything seemed to go wrong. A scream rang out over the battlefield, alerting Laurelin instantly. She whirled to see Tauriel clutching her abdomen as blood poured from under her fingers. "Tauriel!" She yelled, racing to the elleth’s side and falling beside her.

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By the time elf was beside her, Tauriel was on the ground, hands pressed to the wound in her side.  ”L-Laurelin!?” she cried hoarsely, holding back a scream of pain.  

 

"L-Laurelin.. look at me?" she pleaded, more a hopeful question than anything else.  "I have lived.. but.. I’m n-not your responsibility."  She tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a sob.  "I- I always said I could take care of myself… funny, right?"  

She smiled weakly in reply as she rubbed soothing circles over the back of her hand. “The people I care about are my responsibility, regardless of how well they claim to care for themselves. Too many people have died because of my failure to act, to protect them, and now I’m about to lose you as well…”

She shook her head, gritting her teeth.  ”It’s.. it’s okay.. just don’t- don’t blame yourself, alright?  Please, I’m begging you, I don’t- I can’t cause you or anybody else pain.  This is my fault and no one else’s, I wasn’t paying attention.”  

“You fought valiantly, my friend. I should have warned you, but my attention was elsewhere. I’m so sorry.” She whispered softly, eyes falling back to the blood that slipped from her wound. She knew they had little time now. Tauriel had lost too much blood, and the heavy blood flow wasn’t ceasing.

"Don’t… don’t be sorry.. Laurelin, please.."  Had she the strength, she would have held her hand more tightly, but at this point even that was beyond her ability.  "You… you’ll be okay, you’ll heal, as will everyone else."  

She closed her eyes and sighed before blinking and looking back at her. “Tauriel, you are more important to us than you know. I… What will I do without you? I will miss you, my friend.”

"I know.."  Her eyes glazed over, and her breathing slowed dramatically as blackness creeped into the edges of her vision.  "I’m sorry."  

Her heart thudded with terror as she watched her eyes go out of focus and felt her hand begin to fall limp. “Tauriel, no!” She gasped, gripping her hand tighter. “You can’t go! What will I tell Mairon? What will I tell Thranduil and Legolas? You have to stay.