Really I Dare You To Find Me A More Secretive Mf Than Halueth Eolson. Like Cmon Dude Its Been Over 50

Really I dare you to find me a more secretive mf than Halueth Eolson. Like cmon dude it’s been over 50 episodes and you’re telling me it’s still not clear who ur fucking parents are? I am frothing at the mouth here please tell me if you’re responsible for the yeeting of Eol or Maeglin.

Long after everyone else had left the beach, Erestor remained, patiently waiting for his young charge standing knee deep in the waves. The light faded from the sky and the stars rose, but he stood still as if he could see the path his brother sailed, as if he were determined to wait until Elros set foot on his new lands.

Elrond didn’t stir as he drew closer, gray eyes fixed in the horizon.

Erestor knew there was little he could say to offer comfort, so he remained silent, letting his presence speak more than his words ever could.

He had sworn to Maglor years ago that he would remain with the twins, had promised his lord that his children would be safe as long as he drew breath. It had seemed logical to remain with Elrond after Elros had made his choice. Middle-earth was still full of great peril even after Morgoth’s fall, and Elros would soon pass from the world while his brother remained behind. Elrond was the one who would need him, though he would never admit it.

“You could still go with him, if you wished.” His voice was quiet, barely audible over the rush and murmurings of the sea.

Erestor snorted at the ridiculousness of such a statement. “So could you.”

Elrond looked at him at last, his features carefully schooled into a neutral expression. “No, I’ve made my choice.”

“And so have I.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, I have. I have no wish to dwell in a realm of Men in Numenor, nor to go back to Valinor yet.”

He had no desire for Valinor, not as long as the Valar barred his lord from returning home nor as long as his young charge needed him. His place was with Elrond, to serve and protect, it was what he wanted.

Elrond’s brows furrowed, but before he could set out another attempt, Erestor shook his head.

“No, no more well meaning attempts to set me free, I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. I shall continue to nag and plague you and keep Gil-galad’s books in order until you set up a household of your own for me to manage.” Brow arching, Erestor added dryly, “You cannot be rid of me so easily.”

A blink, then Elrond laughed, the sound like starlight, and he at last turned away from the sea.

In that moment, Erestor knew he would be all right.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

So my sister wants to start sewing more, because

a. She’s 5′ 11″ and can never find pants long enough for her legs or shirts long enough for her arms.

b. She hates synthetic fibers as much as I do and it’s difficult to find natural fiber clothes that aren’t made of cotton

c. She’s a biologist and would physically fistfight microplastics if given half a chance

So her gift from mom and dad for her birthday was a sewing machine. Not a super expensive one but a good solid serviceable one.

And recently she asked “So where do I GET wool or linen and thread that isn’t polyester” and mom was like ‘go ask your sister’

And I, of course, crashed into the group text like “GET A PEN I HAVE WEBSITES FOR U” and honestly I’m thrilled about this

my bf hates sung-through musicals on principle, and i'm curious as to how common of an opinion that is. so woe, musical kinsey scale be upon ye

pls reblog for a bigger sample size i'm really curious and want decent data

Why is nobody talking about The Unpredicted Party?? I usually don't listen to RPG podcasts, but it's so fun!