It’s fine! I can’t remember word for word what I said (which is a bit sad, because I phrased it better), but I wondered if the elves’ dancing in Midwinter would be considered interpretive dance, like Isadora Duncan performed? And I also was curious why, if Thranduil trained Laerophen and Laindawar, did Laerophen end up being the one to teach Legolas? Was it just coincidence, or is there a more angsty reason? Sorry, it sounded a lot better the first time :( But I’m always up for dancing convos :)

Hey Nonnie – sorry I took so long to get to this. Been taking a little break. 

Yes, interpretive dance! Isadora Duncan was part of the inspiration behind the idea – in particular, her Water Study. It feels amazingly Elvish, to me. 

Thranduil will train Legolas to dance the seasons, most certainly… but our green leaf is just a tiny tiny wee Elfling at the time of ‘Midwinter’, and so Thranduil hasn’t gotten around to it yet! Legolas is impatient and doesn’t feel like waiting until he is ‘ready’, and is bothering his big brother about it, basically. 

*hugs* 

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them ❤️

bless you, Erina, ily beautiful. *hugs*

Hello! Answer this with five things that make you happy, then send it to the last ten people in your notifications.

1. The torrential outpouring of compassion, caring, understanding, community and togetherness that is building to a storm everywhere I look. The solidarity. The strength. The refusal to be brushed aside or made irrelevant. The defiance. The protectiveness. The resolution. The bravery. The insistence on what is right. 

2, 3, 4 and 5: see above. 

so…I may have spent the morning depressed and unable to get out of bed, and generally sobbing over the American political system. the obvious solution is to reread some of my fave fics, (not Yours, Faithfully this time) and come up with fun headcanons. Bc I adore your fic, I’ve got a few I’d like to share: Thranduil made the mistake of asking Gimizh about his uncle. He thoroughly regrets that mistake. He eventually bribes Gimizh to stop talking by feeding him sweets. Gimris is livid.

*hugs you very, very, VERY tightly*

also: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHOOPS, bad move Thranduil! He would completely regret that mistake! AHH HOW DO I MAKE HIM STOP TALKING ABOUT HIS UNCLE GIMLI, OH ELBERETH HELP ME IT NEVER ENDS…

lmao Gimris adds it to the (ever-lengthening) list of things to smack Gimli for, when he finally gets his arse home. 

that lullaby is so beautiful

Imagine that someone who loves you dearly is stroking your hair back from your forehead as you hear it. Slowly, gently. Your head feels heavy. Your hair whispers beneath a warm, dry palm. 

That’s one of the enduring images of that song, for me: my mother stroking my hair. It’s a touchstone of peace when things get terrible. 

I hope it helps you too.