Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.


She sniffled, rubbing her eyes.  ”I- I don’t know.. I don’t know, I just have a feeling that he only lets me stay here because he feels like he should.”  

"You shouldn’t feel that way, my friend. You are no burden to any of us." She smiled gently.

"Y-yes, I am,” she sobbed, trying and failing to hold back her tears.  ”Wh-why can’t you see that?”  

Laurelin slid beside Tauriel, putting her arm around her shoulder and holding her close. “Tauriel,” she whispered. “I don’t see it because it’s not there. You aren’t a burden. You are my closest friend and you mean the world to me. Do not feel so guilty when you have no reason to.”

"But.."  She shook her head, leaning into the hug.  "But I do.. I shouldn’t need to be taken care of by anybody except my parents, a-and now they can’t and I’m just making things worse for everybody!”  

"You aren’t." She insisted, rubbing soothing circles over her back. "But I understand, I’ve lost my parents as well. You see, when I was young - though not nearly as young as you - I had to leave my mother behind in Valinor. My father was killed, along with most of my brothers. At that time, I was old enough to care for myself, but I was sure any parental figure I had thought I was a burden. They never did, you understand, because they truly cared about me, which was why I looked up to them. Thranduil cares about you, Tauriel. I am sure of this."


Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.


She sniffled, rubbing her eyes.  ”I- I don’t know.. I don’t know, I just have a feeling that he only lets me stay here because he feels like he should.”  

"You shouldn’t feel that way, my friend. You are no burden to any of us." She smiled gently.

"Y-yes, I am,” she sobbed, trying and failing to hold back her tears.  ”Wh-why can’t you see that?”  

Laurelin slid beside Tauriel, putting her arm around her shoulder and holding her close. “Tauriel,” she whispered. “I don’t see it because it’s not there. You aren’t a burden. You are my closest friend and you mean the world to me. Do not feel so guilty when you have no reason to.”

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Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.


She sniffled, rubbing her eyes.  ”I- I don’t know.. I don’t know, I just have a feeling that he only lets me stay here because he feels like he should.”  

"You shouldn’t feel that way, my friend. You are no burden to any of us." She smiled gently.


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Argon laughed and rolled his eyes at his cousin. “I’ve always told you that you were the most beautiful of all of us,” he told her fondly. “Need I even respond? Of course.”

feanors-daughter ((Don’t be.))

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She nodded and gave a small smile before groaning again in pleasure as his fingers moved within her. “More than well… You need not apologize.” The muscles of her legs tensed and sent a shudder up her spine. “I am simply… inexperienced.”

Argon froze and tipped his head to the side. But…Laurelin was older than him. Surely that didn’t mean…

"Have you done this before?" he asked, careful to keep his voice very neutral and matter-of-fact so that she would not feel pressured to answer one way or the other.

Laurelin bit her lip and shrugged. “I have kissed before, but I have not…” she paused. “No.” She admitted reluctantly, her freckled cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. It was true, she had never laid with another before. Not by her own choice, but because she had never even considered it.

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Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.

-

"B-but you can’t know that," she muttered, shaking her head.  "A-and he won’t miss me.."  

"I have been to many feasts and dances like this before. Though they may seem dreadful, they are often far more entertaining than you would expect." She placed a hand on the elleth’s knee and smiled reassuringly. "I am sure he would miss you if you were not there."

"Laurelin…"  She sighed, but finally looked up.  "How do you know he would?  A-and how do you know for sure that I won’t make a fool of myself?”  

"Because, my friend, I know you, and you are not someone who makes a fool of herself. Besides, even if you did no one would mind. If they do, well they will have me to deal with first."

"Hmp," she huffed, crossing her arms.  "Then it doesn’t seem like you know me very well.. a-and even if someone doesn’t say anything!  I don’t want them thinking bad things, especially not about Thranduil!  But if I go there and I do something stupid, then that might reflect badly on him.  It’s bad enough that he has to take care of me..”  

"Tauriel," She said, her voice firm but not unkind. "You are a mature and beautiful young elleth, and there is nothing to be so nervous about. I cannot tell you for sure if you will do something stupid, but I do not think you will. I think you will be just fine." Laurelin sighed. "Thranduil is not required to take care of you, he does because he cares for you. As who you are. Any little mistake you make will not matter a century or even a year from now, and it certainly will not make a difference to him.”

"L-Laurelin.."  She whimpered, looking down so that her face was hidden by her hair.  "B-but if I do do something stupid, then I’m going to wish I had never gone at all.  A-and Thranduil doesn’t have to take care of me, but he said he would before he got to know me better.  So what if he only does because he feels like he has to?!”  

"I cannot speak for Thranduil, my friend." She replied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and tilting her chin back up. "But I do not think he would have taken you in if he did not wish to. You are no burden. As for anything you may say or do, what can really be so terrible that you would make him wish he had never volunteered to care for you?"


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Argon laughed and rolled his eyes at his cousin. “I’ve always told you that you were the most beautiful of all of us,” he told her fondly. “Need I even respond? Of course.”

feanors-daughter ((Don’t be.))

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She gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers inside of her, involuntarily tightening around them. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she let out a groan. This was strange and new to her, her knowledge of love making limited, but this was pleasure she had never before experienced. “Argon,” she murmured, leaning her head back in the cool, shaded sand.

"Is this well with you?" Argon asked nervously, moving his fingers about inside her, trying to rub her in a way that would bring her the most pleasure. "Forgive me, I should have asked about your experiences and preferences fist. I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself in my excitement."

She nodded and gave a small smile before groaning again in pleasure as his fingers moved within her. “More than well… You need not apologize.” The muscles of her legs tensed and sent a shudder up her spine. “I am simply… inexperienced.”

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Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.

-

"B-but you can’t know that," she muttered, shaking her head.  "A-and he won’t miss me.."  

"I have been to many feasts and dances like this before. Though they may seem dreadful, they are often far more entertaining than you would expect." She placed a hand on the elleth’s knee and smiled reassuringly. "I am sure he would miss you if you were not there."

"Laurelin…"  She sighed, but finally looked up.  "How do you know he would?  A-and how do you know for sure that I won’t make a fool of myself?”  

"Because, my friend, I know you, and you are not someone who makes a fool of herself. Besides, even if you did no one would mind. If they do, well they will have me to deal with first."

"Hmp," she huffed, crossing her arms.  "Then it doesn’t seem like you know me very well.. a-and even if someone doesn’t say anything!  I don’t want them thinking bad things, especially not about Thranduil!  But if I go there and I do something stupid, then that might reflect badly on him.  It’s bad enough that he has to take care of me..”  

"Tauriel," She said, her voice firm but not unkind. "You are a mature and beautiful young elleth, and there is nothing to be so nervous about. I cannot tell you for sure if you will do something stupid, but I do not think you will. I think you will be just fine." Laurelin sighed. "Thranduil is not required to take care of you, he does because he cares for you. As who you are. Any little mistake you make will not matter a century or even a year from now, and it certainly will not make a difference to him.”


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Argon laughed and rolled his eyes at his cousin. “I’ve always told you that you were the most beautiful of all of us,” he told her fondly. “Need I even respond? Of course.”

feanors-daughter ((Don’t be.))

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She blinked when he pulled away from the kiss, as if questioning why, her arms remaining around his neck as she stared up at him, waiting to see what he would do next. When soft hands trailed down the sensitive skin of her sides and hips, she sighed. Just his touch alone was intoxicating. She brought her head up, enough that her lips brushed against his, wordlessly allowing him to do as he pleased.

Taking the kiss as permission to continue, Argon hitched up his cousin’s skirt and hooked his thumbs in her undergarments, shimmying them down her thighs. He smiled, pleased by the sight of her glistening cunt - proof that she desired him as much as he desired her. Pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh, he pressed two fingers together and, carefully, slowly, slid them inside her.

She gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers inside of her, involuntarily tightening around them. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair and she let out a groan. This was strange and new to her, her knowledge of love making limited, but this was pleasure she had never before experienced. “Argon,” she murmured, leaning her head back in the cool, shaded sand.

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do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would


Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.

-

"B-but you can’t know that," she muttered, shaking her head.  "A-and he won’t miss me.."  

"I have been to many feasts and dances like this before. Though they may seem dreadful, they are often far more entertaining than you would expect." She placed a hand on the elleth’s knee and smiled reassuringly. "I am sure he would miss you if you were not there."

"Laurelin…"  She sighed, but finally looked up.  "How do you know he would?  A-and how do you know for sure that I won’t make a fool of myself?”  

"Because, my friend, I know you, and you are not someone who makes a fool of herself. Besides, even if you did no one would mind. If they do, well they will have me to deal with first."


Tauriel hesitantly stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible in case her friend was busy. She had most of her head covered in a blanket, which trailed behind her and had earned her some strange looks from some servants in the halls, but she'd ignored them. "L-Laurelin? Are you in here?" ((is this okay?))

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Laurelin was lounged back in a chair by her window, her sketchbook sitting in her lap. She looked up as Tauriel entered, giving a warm smile. “I am here, my friend.” She replied, standing up. Staring at the blanket wrapped around her head, she raised an eyebrow. “What is that for?” She asked.

-

"B-but you can’t know that," she muttered, shaking her head.  "A-and he won’t miss me.."  

"I have been to many feasts and dances like this before. Though they may seem dreadful, they are often far more entertaining than you would expect." She placed a hand on the elleth’s knee and smiled reassuringly. "I am sure he would miss you if you were not there."

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The silver haired elleth walked out of her tent and stared up at the beautiful moon and the shining stars of Varda. It was the night before battle and fear started to spread through Calaeril’s heart, for she knew that it might be her…

"I… I am nervous" Calaeril confessed "I fear that I might not succeed" .
The silver haired elleth sat down and looked down at the dusty moonlit ground in guilt.

"Succeed in what?" She asked, tilting her head to the side in questioning as she sat down in front of the elleth. She rested her elbows on her knees and placed her chin in her hands, watching her with undivided attention. "We are all nervous, there is no need to be ashamed."

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Argon laughed and rolled his eyes at his cousin. “I’ve always told you that you were the most beautiful of all of us,” he told her fondly. “Need I even respond? Of course.”

feanors-daughter ((Don’t be.))

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She parted her lips to allow him entrance, her kiss slowly becoming more confident. Pale arms slipped around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His lips were warm and inviting, making her yearn for more. Her heart still fluttered nervously, but she ignored it and tangled her fingers in his dark hair.

Feeling Laurelin respond to his attentions, Argon slowly lifted her up so that they were both kneeling in the sand. Then, he laid her gently down upon her back, his lips never leaving hers, his hands cupping her face as though they held a precious gem. When they broke apart finally, he stared into her eyes, searching one last time for confirmation that this was indeed what she wanted. All the while, his hands crept down her neck, down her sides, to tease her thighs. So easily, he could pull up the hem of her dress and have it over her head. So easily…

She blinked when he pulled away from the kiss, as if questioning why, her arms remaining around his neck as she stared up at him, waiting to see what he would do next. When soft hands trailed down the sensitive skin of her sides and hips, she sighed. Just his touch alone was intoxicating. She brought her head up, enough that her lips brushed against his, wordlessly allowing him to do as he pleased.

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