So, my exams are about to begin and seeing as I am a weak human being and absolutely addicted to tumblr and RPing, I see no other choice for myself than to block myself from here completely so I can study.
So, starting tomorrow, I’m on full hiatus for at least a week. But probably two or three. I don’t know, I have to pass those damn exams.
I hope you will all still be here when I’m back because I love you so, so much! <3
ok im off to watch the road to el dorado for the first time ever
this better be good
oh it will be amazing!
and you will ship on the two of them so hard
ps. they are totally Glorfindel and Ecthelion xD
Rocheru’s house in Imladris.
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And here he was again, standing in his father’s office, looking away from the figure sitting by the beautifully carved desk. He would not raise his eyes until he was order to, nor would he clean the frown off from his face. He was to be scolded again and he already knew the words that were to come from his father’s lips. ‘You are my son, you are a prince! That comes with duties! You cannot just run about the forest with the Noldor! You have responsibilities here, obligations to your people, to me!’ He had heard it so many times already…
Why couldn’t his father just understand this was not what he was born to do? Taking care of harbour, tending to ships and mariners, sailing with his subjects, trading, writing reports… this was not his fate, not the life he could live! His place was on Laire’s back, galloping beside Orome, learning of the horses, teaching others how to ride, how to care for them, helping them… He was chosen for something else. He was gifted his powers just to do this! So why, why wouldn’t his father understand…!?
However unlike most times that Olwë had called his son to his office, this time he remained silent for a long, long while. Fingers entwined, the white-haired rested his face to his hands and kept his eyes closed as he thought. Too many times had they gotten to this discussion. And it was not like he had something against the Noldor, not at all. They were his friends and had helped him many times, in turn he had offered them pearls and such. It was just the fact that he wished his oldest son to stay with his family. However… The other never quite seemed to understand. What he desired most was to run around, jump upon Laire’s back and gallop alongside Orome.
Being with his family was not enough for his spirit.
It saddened Olwë in a way… He had always thought that when the other would grow older, he could help his father with the many duties. He could come to appreciate the beauty the sea gave to them. Yet… Taking in a deep breath, he finally rose his eyes to look at the one before him. “You already know what I wish to say, for you have heard it many times before, have you not Galdhernil.” he finally stated, staring at the other.
It would be no use denying. He really did know what his father was about to say and so he turned his gaze to him, determined and confident, and he nodded.
“I did, father.” He said, looking into his eyes. What else was there to be said? What other arguments could any of them prepare to convince the other? He didn’t think they could come to some kind of agreement for his father demanded too much of him!
Galdhernil loved his family a lot. He cared for his parents and for each of his siblings and he liked spending time with them too but… it was just not enough for him to be closed in Alqualonde like this. He liked playing with his younger brothers, he liked helping his father from time to time, he liked sailing with their lords but… His could not help the fact that his heart belonged to Laire and Nahar. To gallops, wild chases, hunting with Lord Orome. He loved training his horses, teaching others how to ride, learning new things himself… It was what he was born to do. Even if he was a Teler.
The silence between them was horrible and even though Galdhernil planned to be strong this time and firm about his convictions, he could not simply bear his father’s look for that long. No matter how much they disagreed, he still loved and respected him. He sighed, turning his eyes again, feeling defeated and bitter.
“What do you want me to say, father?” He asked quietly, shaking his head lightly.”You have also heard all I have to say many times…”
Dear Sir. Peter Jackson
At this point all I ask for is a 2 second shot of Chris Hemsworth in Riverdale (without the beard, with pointy ears, elven dress, and a sword) Is that so hard?
Namárië,
-Every Glorfindel fan on Earth