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Nefarious, solitary, and loveless...

(Independent Tolkien RP account for Queen Berúthiel of Gondor. Multiship/multiverse. Of age, NSFW friendly. Please read rules first. )

Tracking: beruthielthequeen.
FC: Liya Kebede
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Queen of Cats
Berúthiel

((Still mostly on hiatus here, by the by. I’m letting Beru have a well-deserved rest and trying not to force things. I’ll be replying to stuff as the inspiration strikes, rather than hammering out replies I’m not really feeling. Sorry for the delay, those who are waiting on me! And thank you for your patience and understanding!

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(In the meantime I’ve been spending time elsewhere.)

#ooc
posted 3 days ago @ 19 Aug 2014 with 7 notes

sharpglance:

Calling it a joy of battle had some truth to it, if Maeglin had to be honest with himself. It was more joy in the exertion and the challenge of proving himself more worthy than his opponents - but what challenge was there in besting highwaymen? Nonetheless, he’d laughed at their fear and cowardice, even though they chose the wisest path and fled while they still had their lives.

Some of his energy faded as his heart calmed, and it faded further when she likened him to a demon. Tending to his own blade, Maeglin turned towards her and scanned her for injury. He had learned that sometimes the heat of battle made it easy to not feel slices in the skin and muscle or the warmth of blood until the excitement ebbed away. Berúthiel was bloodied, but none of it seemed to be her own.

"I have seen demons of fire fight before, and I have only known one of my kind to fight with any ferocity as they do." The sword in his hand was clean now, and shone in the pale moonlight. The sheath was back in the tent, he realized while looking back to it. He sighed, and laughed quietly under his breath. "There is no returning to sleep like this." Maeglin looked back over his shoulder to where she stood, dirtied and bloodied. "The smell of blood will draw more creatures from the wild than I am willing to wake up to. Is there a river nearby?"

Berúthiel laughed a little and moved closer to him, checking to see that he, too, was uninjured. He seemed to be well; there was blood on him, and sweat, and dirt, and yet somehow he had never looked so beautiful. She grinned and stretched way up on her toes to kiss him lightly; since that first time, not so very long ago, she had taken great delight in the new freedom to kiss Maeglin whenever she pleased.

"You are fiercer than any demon, then," she murmured against his mouth. Dropping back to her feet she tilted her chin and smirked. "Almost as fierce as a cat!”

As if on cue, her cats began filtering back into the clearing from where they had fought and pursued the last few bandits. Morog padded up to her and pushed his heavy head into her hand; Berúthiel scratched behind his ears as he spoke to her silently, assuring her that none of the pride were injured and that the attackers had been routed and run off, leaving the camp safe for the while. The other cats lounged about, beginning to lick at their bloodied fur and set it all to rights.

She straightened back up and grinned at Maeglin again, still feeling that fey energy coursing through her in the battle’s aftermath. “They say there’s a stream not too far away which should be deep enough. They’ll stay here and, uh, clean up a bit?” she said, gesturing idly to the bandit corpses still laying at their feet. “And we can go clean up a bit, as well!”

Laughing, she turned and headed out into the greying night, following the directions Morog had put into her mind. She noticed all at once that she was still barefoot and clad in only the lightest of garb; well, less to remove at the stream’s edge.

"Coming?" she asked over her shoulder, a wicked gleam in her eye.

wardenofthewood:

askrossiel replied to your post: sharpglance replied to your post: //So…

//Do you draw any particular distinction between telepathy and cruder/more rudimentary forms of sanwë-latya?

//I’m not familiar with the term, so I had to google it really quickly, but if it’s what I thinking of, then yes. 

The tolkiengateway article mentions that it fell out of usage pretty early on, (as soon as elves developed spoken language) but I think it was still used in some form in the golden years of the elves, because the LoTR mentions the elves “teaching the trees of Fangorn to speak.”

My own speculation is that such a skill has mostly been forgotten in the Third Age, and tends to be more of a wood elf thing. Even then, I like to think it as a vague and abstract exchange of emotions, rather than a concrete conversation in your head, in English (Sindarin, whatever) like the way it’s portrayed in the film. 

As much of a line in the sand it may be, to answer your question, yes.

((*leaps in, 15 minutes late without even Starbucks*

Hey hey hey this is a thing I actually know a bunch about!  Okay, so here’s the quote, direct from the source (the Osanwe-Kenta) about spoken language vs ósanwe (interchange of thought.)

Note: tengwesta means language itself; lambe refers specifically to speaking aloud.

Lastly, tengwesta has also become an impediment. It is in Incarnates clearer and more precise than their direct reception of thought. By it also they can communicate easily with others, when no strength is added to their thought: as, for example, when strangers first meet. And, as we have seen, the use of “language” soon becomes habitual, so that the practice of ósanwe (interchange of thought) is neglected and becomes more difficult. Thus we see that the Incarnate tend more and more to use or to endeavour to use ósanwe only in great need and urgency, and especially when lambe is unavailing. As when the voice cannot be heard, which comes most often because of distance. For distance in itself offers no impediment whatever to ósanwe. But those who by affinity might well use ósanwe will use lambe when in proximity, by habit or preference. Yet we may mark also how the “affine” may more quickly understand the lambe that they use between them, and indeed all that they would say is not put into words. With fewer words they come swifter to a better understanding. There can be no doubt that here ósanwe is also often taking place; for the will to converse in lambe is a will to communicate thought, and lays the minds open. It may be, of course, that the two that converse know already part of the matter and the thought of the other upon it, so that only allusions dark to the stranger need be made; but this is not always so. The affine will reach an understanding more swiftly than strangers upon matters that neither have before discussed, and they will more quickly perceive the import of words that, however numerous, well-chosen, and precise, must remain inadequate. (emphasis mine)

Basically, the essay talks about thought-transmission, or ósanwe, as being something that all Incarnate minds are capable of doing, from Valar right on down the line. But the interference of the hröa makes it more difficult, and any mind can of its own will close itself off utterly such that no strength can ever avail to open it to be read without permission. 

But despite the limitations of the hröa and the more common use of lambe, there are three ways to strengthen the ability to conduct ósanwe.

Affinity (kinship, love, friendship); Urgency (great need, or the inability to communicate in any other way; an emergency, basically); and Authority (as one who has natural authority over another can rightfully command them).  In the quote above, it discusses how in cases where there is affinity, there is often ósanwe taking place at some level even when they are speaking aloud. 

In the First Age, Finrod used the principles of Affinity and Urgency, as I see it, to very quickly learn to speak the tongue of Bëor by listening to their thoughts as they spoke. (Note: this ability to learn a new tengwesta through ósanwe is even referred to in the Osanwe-kenta.)

I have tended to interpret this essay to mean that yes, all elves are in fact “telepathic” for some value of the term, but that in practice, this is more of an empathic “extra” sense. They don’t all go around having silent conversations in their heads like Galadriel is shown as doing in the movie (though if they wanted to, they should all be capable of learning to do so! it would only take practice, seems like!), but there is likely some extra, unspoken awareness of the moods and general thoughts of those around them, especially those to whom they are quite close.

And First Age elves, like Galadriel herself, and likely Cirdan, and possibly Elrond, are much more likely to have developed and/or retained more of a high-level skill with “conversational” ósanwe than latter-day elves, indeed.

reblogged 6 days ago @ 16 Aug 2014 with 3 notes via/source
valiantfindekano:

A year ago, I was excited to have 200 people follow me. And over the last year, that number has tripled—it’s by no means the largest sum of followers an RPer has ever acquired, but considering that Fingon is a) not recognisable from a film; b) not directly related to a character in a film; and c) nearly indistinguishable in name from his father, uncle, and cousin, I think it’s extraordinary. Thank you to all of you, whether a recent follow, someone from day one, or even one of the people I’ve dropped along the way. You’ve all been inspirational. 
The biggest shoutouts belong to the people who have stuck with me even when I’ve had bad days (and as always, apologies for those). Follow-forevers aren’t my style, but these people deserve extra special thanks: 

beruthielthequeen - curufinwefeanaro - doegred - eldochflamma - likes-drawing-elves - maire-annatari - sarafinwe

A giveaway post this is, however, and information is as follows: 
Requirements 
          + Must be following me; it’s a show of appreciation for my followers!           + Likes and reblogs will both count, but don’t be a spammer.           + Open to roleplay blogs and personal blogs, though prizes differ           + Winners will be selected by random number generator.           + Will end on 15 September 2014. 
Prizes
Two first place winners will receive….
          + A graphic promo;          + a handwritten letter from me, can be sent anywhere in the world;           + Either 25 static icons of a faceclaim           + or a 1000-word fic with characters/setting/topic of their choice; 
Three second place winners will receive…
          + A graphic promo;           + Either 15 static icons of a faceclaim          + or a 500-word fic with character/setting/topic of their choice;
Five third place winners will receive…
          + A group promo;
Additionally, one personal blog will receive…
          + A graphic promo;           + A 1000 word fic with characters/setting/topic of their choice
original artwork belongs to Jenny Dolfen/gold-seven. 

valiantfindekano:

A year ago, I was excited to have 200 people follow me. And over the last year, that number has tripled—it’s by no means the largest sum of followers an RPer has ever acquired, but considering that Fingon is a) not recognisable from a film; b) not directly related to a character in a film; and c) nearly indistinguishable in name from his father, uncle, and cousin, I think it’s extraordinary. Thank you to all of you, whether a recent follow, someone from day one, or even one of the people I’ve dropped along the way. You’ve all been inspirational. 

The biggest shoutouts belong to the people who have stuck with me even when I’ve had bad days (and as always, apologies for those). Follow-forevers aren’t my style, but these people deserve extra special thanks: 

beruthielthequeencurufinwefeanarodoegredeldochflammalikes-drawing-elves - maire-annatarisarafinwe

A giveaway post this is, however, and information is as follows: 

Requirements 

          + Must be following me; it’s a show of appreciation for my followers! 
          + Likes and reblogs will both count, but don’t be a spammer. 
          + Open to roleplay blogs and personal blogs, though prizes differ 
          + Winners will be selected by random number generator
          + Will end on 15 September 2014

Prizes

Two first place winners will receive….

          + A graphic promo;
          + a handwritten letter from me, can be sent anywhere in the world; 
          + Either 25 static icons of a faceclaim 
          + or a 1000-word fic with characters/setting/topic of their choice; 

Three second place winners will receive…

          + A graphic promo; 
          + Either 15 static icons of a faceclaim
          + or a 500-word fic with character/setting/topic of their choice;

Five third place winners will receive…

          + A group promo;

Additionally, one personal blog will receive…

          + A graphic promo; 
          + A 1000 word fic with characters/setting/topic of their choice

original artwork belongs to Jenny Dolfen/gold-seven. 

reblogged 6 days ago @ 16 Aug 2014 with 75 notes via/source
underoakandbeech:

I’ve had this blog for a year and seven months. I was so nervous when I started it, and never ever in my wildest dreams did I think that I would have over a thousand followers. This is most definitely one of the most welcoming roleplay communities that I’ve ever been a part of. Things haven’t been all sunshine and roses (they never are in fandom, let’s face it) and there have been big changes in my life this past year, but you all have been so wonderful and supportive.
I’d like to give a shout out to some of the people who have been with me through thick and thin, the good times and the bad, who helped me stick with this when I thought of quitting, who I’ve become such good friends with.
                                       My Precious Buns 
taralasse § wardenofthewood § smokinshield § inpainandregret 
And now for the rest of you cutie buns. Bold are friends and people i speak to frequently or admire, italics are those I stalk and watch from afar, and regular are cutie patoots I adore.
                                           Tolkien Buns 
adunada § anoldwarrior § askrossiel § beruthielthequeen § bloodclovengold § bluemountainbofur § bowofthegaladhrim § cleverindeed § curufinwefeanaro § deepintheenemycouncil § earmires § edhelernil § goldberry-riverdaughter § ithilast § leavenowandnevercomeback § lordofthewood § maethor-od-eryn-lasgalen § maidenofnanelmoth § malgalad § masteroftheseas § namelessterror § nerdxnel § nikxrym § oblivioushotdad § prideofdurin § quicktoanger § ringmasterofmordor § saelbeth § shadowofthelonglake § sharpglance § servantofthegreenwood § servantofthesecretfire § sindxrin § sonofthearrow § tenebrouscrown § theshipwright § thesummerbloom § thewildhuntsman § thuragal § vaenxel
                                            Marvel Buns 
accxser § frigidsobriquet § sovereignofdeceit § starxdouche § wasthatnotprocedure § vekkja
                                       Other Fandom Buns 
ambrorussa § constantquibbling § faceofabotticelliangel § flifforia § incissam § melancholxa § palegrace 

underoakandbeech:

I’ve had this blog for a year and seven months. I was so nervous when I started it, and never ever in my wildest dreams did I think that I would have over a thousand followers. This is most definitely one of the most welcoming roleplay communities that I’ve ever been a part of. Things haven’t been all sunshine and roses (they never are in fandom, let’s face it) and there have been big changes in my life this past year, but you all have been so wonderful and supportive.

I’d like to give a shout out to some of the people who have been with me through thick and thin, the good times and the bad, who helped me stick with this when I thought of quitting, who I’ve become such good friends with.

                                       My Precious Buns 

taralasse § wardenofthewood § smokinshield § inpainandregret 

And now for the rest of you cutie buns. Bold are friends and people i speak to frequently or admire, italics are those I stalk and watch from afar, and regular are cutie patoots I adore.

                                           Tolkien Buns 

adunada § anoldwarrior § askrossiel § beruthielthequeen § bloodclovengold § bluemountainbofur § bowofthegaladhrim § cleverindeed § curufinwefeanaro § deepintheenemycouncil § earmires § edhelernil § goldberry-riverdaughter § ithilast § leavenowandnevercomeback § lordofthewood § maethor-od-eryn-lasgalen § maidenofnanelmoth § malgalad § masteroftheseas § namelessterror § nerdxnel § nikxrym § oblivioushotdad § prideofdurin § quicktoanger § ringmasterofmordor § saelbeth § shadowofthelonglake § sharpglance § servantofthegreenwood § servantofthesecretfire § sindxrin § sonofthearrow § tenebrouscrown § theshipwright § thesummerbloom § thewildhuntsman § thuragal § vaenxel

                                            Marvel Buns 

accxser § frigidsobriquet § sovereignofdeceit § starxdouche § wasthatnotprocedure § vekkja

                                       Other Fandom Buns 

ambrorussa § constantquibbling § faceofabotticelliangel § flifforia § incissam § melancholxa § palegrace 

reblogged 6 days ago @ 16 Aug 2014 with 48 notes via/source

((I gotted mah hairs did! Undercuuuut!

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posted 6 days ago @ 15 Aug 2014 with 10 notes
Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain

Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain

posted 1 week ago @ 15 Aug 2014 with 50 notes

My queue is empty. My motivation is, too. I’m just going to let this account…rest, for a while.

Still around. Still watching. Just…regrouping a bit.

#ooc
posted 1 week ago @ 12 Aug 2014 with 4 notes