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I hope that tomorrow is gentler to you. *hugs some more*
Tag: sansukh
How are you writing Durin’s reincarnations as working? Does he retain memories of his past lives at all, or does he only get them back in the Halls? I like to think that maybe he has access to memory and understanding from his past lives, but can only understand them at a developmentally accurate level, so like baby Durin has no sequential memories whatsoever and is just a baby, but five year old Durin has his memories but struggles with contextualizing them as not just disjointed moments. (1/2)
(2/2) This interpretation of Durin’s memories appeals to me because I like to picture him in a circle of dwarflings, all demanding to know if he remembers any swear words. Little five year old equivalent Durin looks around solemnly. ‘You want me to use my gift of immortality, one of the most sacred stories of our people, to teach you to swear?’ They nod. That is exactly what they want. Durin leans in. ‘Fuck,’ he whispers. Someone clears their throat behind him. He turns. It’s Bomfris.
THAT IS THE BEST MENTAL IMAGE OMG – oh you are in for it now boyo…!!!
I’ve speculated a little about how Durin’s reincarnations might work in this post here, Nonnie!
Cuin Innath – Part One
Cuin Innath
Alive Heart
Laindawar walked in silence. His long, blonde hair swaying with every movement. His pale, blue eyes scanning the horizon for any change or danger.
Yet, he felt conflicted. A week had passed since the night she had kissed him. What bothered him was she acted like nothing had happened. She embodied silence when it came to it. The one moment they had, had alone she did not speak. Instead she had smiled at him and remained silent.
Was she rejecting him? Was he reading too much into this? He was confused and he needed to figure this out.
His icy, blue gaze moved from the horizon to the tall, Hisildic elf. She was walking beside the cart. Her long, dark auburn hair barely moving as she walked. It had been so thick against his thigh. When it grazed his hand it had been so soft…
He looked at Mui, studying her with an appraising eye. She had such a warm-color to her. He could almost feel the radiance coming off of her. She was vibrant and full of laughter. Quick were her smiles and she loved fiercely. That much was evident with how she protected and tended to Meluiwen.
But why was she avoiding him?! A growl escaping him as he tore his gaze away from her. His eyes hard as his thoughts turned from how she was so alive to how she was avoiding him.
“Youve’ been glaring at her again.” Jeri pointed out as they looked up at Laindawar.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.“ Laindawar growled out. His gaze never wavering from the horizon.
“Yes you do.” Jeri retorted. Their own gaze going over to the elf-woman.
She was looking at Laindawar. Her smile soft and almost nervous as her silver eyes studied his profile. Yet, when she noticed Jeri watching her she smiled at him before looking away.
A exasperated sigh escaped Jeri. They were so avoiding each other. What had happened between them? That was something Jeri would like to know. They had come back disheveled and that had lead to much teasing from theirself.
Then Laindawar walked off towards the horizon and Jeri sighed. Really? Was now the time to just walk off?
“What are you doing?” Jeri called out, their voice clearly showing their exasperation.
“Scouting.”
“The markets in the court are amazing.” Kara explained. Her dark eyes gleaming as she looked up at the tall elf-maid. Her hands moving about her passionately as she talked. “And the crystalline lights are absolutely beautiful.”
Muil listened to the dwarrowdam politely. Appreciating her zeal on the matter of her home. Kara was so animated when she spoke of her home that it struck a long-buried chord with her. However, when Kara started to trail off about something Muil found herself watching Laindawar. Her eyes widening as he left the group to go, she assumed, scout ahead. Worry filling her stomach when she looked back down at Kara.
The young dwarrowdam had her eyebrow raised and she was giving Muil a look that made Muil feel rather uneasy. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this young dwarrowdam could see right through her.
It was a very unnerving feeling.
Gulping Muil continued to look down at Kara. Her eyebrows knitting together. “What is wrong Kara?” Muil asked nervously.
Kara just shook her head. Her black hair swaying around her face as she did so. It wasn’t a hard shake. Just a shake like she was clearing her head. Then she looked up at Muil again. Curiosity clearly written in her dark eyes.
“What about your home?” Kara finally asked.
“What is there to say about it?” Muil asked in a gentle yet firm tone. “I have not been there in a very long time.”
Seeing the questioning look in Kara’s eyes she looked away. But then she looked down at her hands. Her eyes tracing the intricate tattoos there.
“It became a place where I no longer felt at home at. I had changed to much and the Tinnutaur had changed as well. We are on divergent paths.”
“How so?” Kara asked. Rather curious as how Muil was able to just leave her home and never look back. That was something she could personally never do.
Smiling nervously she continued to avert her eyes. “Our stances on orcs are quite different. Mine differs greatly from the populace and in the end….it was…”
Muil stopped and continued to look at Kara. Her eyes softening as she bit her full, bottom lip. Then she sighed and looked to Meluiwen’s sleeping form.
Muil finally spoke. Her gaze going back to Kara. “I want to make a world where Meluiwen will not be considered evil because of her race.” Then Muil looked down at her tattoo-covered hands and grimaced. “Because, unlike your kind….elves are corruptible. And in our corruption we became something else, something…that did not belong.”
Then Muil looked down at Kara and smiled brightly. “ Yet, I have much hope for this world. I know that things have been filled with darkness. I have watched the darkness grow…and done all I could to stop it.”
“How old are you?” Kara blurted out.
Laughter escaped Muil at this. Her grey eyes once again growing in happiness. “I don’t know!”
“But, but…”
“Oh little laintari I am an elf keeping track of years is pointless.” Muil said with a rather unladylike shrug.
Kara narrowed her eyes for a second but then shrugged on her own. At least she got a straight answer from Muil.
As they continued to walk a soft silence carried on between them. It was not uncomfortable but instead it was rather comforting and friendly between Kara and Muil. The other members of the companionship were off doing their things. Jeri was still on point for most of the journey, Laindawar was off scouting ahead, and Meluiwen was sleeping.
Then shadows appeared on the horizon. First it was a small speck but as they moved towards it it grew bigger and bigger. Soon the shapes could be made out. One was a person and the other was large, wooly creature with two horns.
Moving quickly, before Kara or Jeri could react, Muil was waving at the silhouettes. A bright, winsome smile on her face.
“Galu Rhovan!” she called as she waved frantically.
“Gi suilon bain!” came an androgynous voice from over the steppe. The person on the horizon arm waving just as wildly in greeting.
Kara looked to Jeri and Jeri looked at Kara confusion clearly written on their faces. Who was this person? Why were they so happy to see each other? Why hadn’t Laindawar seen this person? All of these questions were unanswered.
As Muil brought the cart to a stop she started to laugh. Rhovan was running at her full speed. Their long, braided hair thumping against their back. Once they reached Muil they flung themselves at her. Pulling the taller Muil into a tight hug.
“Gi suilon Muil!” They purred into her ear. A bright giggle escaping the elf that was currently clamped onto Muil. Then she pulled back and grinned at her.
“How have you been gorgeous? Who are these people? Who was that short, surly fellow I snuck around?” Rhovan asked in quick succession.
“ I am fine Rhovan.” Muil answered with a bright smile of her own. “These are my current traveling companions Jeri, and Kara. The short fellow?….That was probably Laindawar.”
“Definitely Laindawar.” Muil suddenly added as she saw the short elf appear on the horizon.
“If possible his face has turned even sourer?” Rhovan purred. Gently running their hand down Muil’s spine. “Is it odd I find it cute?”
“Not at all.” Muil whispered. Leaning in closer to Rhovan with a chuckle. “Drin no ex.”
“Yuvo?” Rhovan asked. Slipping into the predominate language of the steppe known only as Dransta.
“ú-Ete ebbrax.” Muil sighed brushing back some of her hair as she watched
“Jenvaxtig?”
“Fide!” Muil burst out her cheeks flaming as she looked away from the Rhovan. Jeri and Kara just stared at them. They didn’t quite follow what the two elves were saying.
Making his way back to the group Laindawar stopped cold in his tracks. Who was this person Muil was talking too? What the blazes was going on?
Saying nothing he made his way back to the group and stood near Jeri. Giving Jeri a look that clearly read. ‘You will fill me in on this later’.
Sindarin
Galu – blessings
Gi Suilon Bain – Greetings beautiful
Gi Suilon Muil – Greetings Muil.
Dransta (Produced by Vulgar…go check it out!)
Drin no ex – (literally) He to me; (Derived) I agree.
Yuvo – (literally) Family.
u-Ete ebbrax – No; Up breath ; (Derived) No, but I wish.
Jenvaxtig – (literally) Heat
Fide – (Literally) Behave
Dedicated to @determamfidd. If any characterization is wrong please let me know! Goodness knows I STRUGGLED with this piece. So this, as is all my writing, in constant editing.
Flailing joyously over my lil bean Kara bein a curious cute patoot!!!!
And omg your WORLD BUILDING ❤❤❤
AHHHHH!
[The Elf walked towards the baths with a dreamy look on his face, his clothes falling like leaves. As the last piece fell, Gimli blinked, and then he made a strangled noise and turned his back. “Legolas!” he gasped.
Thorin clapped his hands over Frerin’s eyes.
“Did you see anything?” whispered Frerin.
“I have my eyes shut,” Thorin muttered.
“I’ve had my eyes shut since they walked in here,” Ori confessed from behind them.
“I haven’t,” said Bifur, with relish.]
we’ve made a game of this
my sister and me – both of us reading sansûkh, and we’ve realised that the writing is so freaking
in character
that we’re gonna just read out particularly funny lines to each other and guess who’s saying what
just the dialogue, nothing else
so far i’ve managed to identify kili, kili, thorin, thorin, oin and nori
this is better than taking shots
*BLUSHES AND ALSO WRITHES WITH HAPPINESS*
jlahsdglfjah this is one of the best compliments and one of the FUNNIEST things I have ever recieved oh my GOSHHHHHH
I MANAGED TO BULLY MY SISTER INTO REREADING SANSÛKH. SHE’S GONNA JOIN ME IN MY ANGST CORNER AND WALLOW IN MY PUDDLE OF TEARS
MISSION FUCKING ACCOMPLISHED
*waves shyly at your sister* HELLO, SORRY ABOUT ALL THE ANGST, IT DOES GET BETTER I CROSS MY HEART
*does the Will Smith pose at the ‘happy ending’ tag* WE’RE ALMOST THERE
i recently reread @determamfidd‘s Sansukh and it made me do the unthinkable…….. to draw elves
I AM UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH YOUR STYLE
it’s AMAZING
lkasdgfljh that trio of elven brothers – you have perfectly captured their personalities! THE HAUGHTY TERRIER, THE AWKWARD GIRAFFE AND THE DREAMER kjhfljhdgljs – and the colours! Are amazing! SO AMAZING!
nnnng that Tauriel pic, I am gonna weep holy heck, these are simply astonishing and I am so in awe of your shading and the detail in that pic and oh my starlight child oh OUCH
your style *grips face* IS AMAZING. Thank you, oh wow, thank you SO SO MUCH!
Sorry about the mild hiatus for a little bit. I was too busy reading @determamfidd’s wonderful beautiful simply amazing creation that is Sansukh, and I kind of forgot Tumblr existed. Whoops. (But seriously go read Sansukh if you like LOTR/TH it’s so amazing)
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THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤
Ughhh I’m just going all gooey bc of Dís II and Durin twin shenanigans and them with their parents???
oooh, this sparked some ideas, Nonnie! Thank you for the lovely prompt 🙂
All newborns are generally a tiny bundle of responses and needs, but give them a few months and they begin to show their distinct personalities…
Durin is an easy sleeper, but Dísith is a demanding cuddler. She likes to fall asleep on her father’s chest, her little fingers buried in his beard. It’s Dain’s old chair, too. The Stonehelm leans back, props up a book and holds her against his heartbeat until she stops mumbling and fussing, and finally falls asleep. It’s not unheard of for her father to fall asleep that way too, the pages of his book riffling open and neglected on his lap.
Bomfris has discovered them together this way, more than once.
Durin is a grabber. He has a strong, stubborn grip that causes Bomfris both pride and worry. He’s ENDLESSLY curious, and is most definitely that child that sticks everything in his mouth. He is also good at focusing early: he follows his mother’s finger as she waves it before him, and grabs for his toys with something a little more purposeful than the usual baby flail.
Dísith is not a wailer. She is a HOWLER. When she is upset – say, she is wet, or hungry, or sleepy – she yells blue murder. Sometimes little ones just yell at their parents, and the parent is left with the guessing-game of OH GOD WHAT IS WRONG WE JUST DON’T KNOW, WE’VE TRIED IT ALL… and Dísith will just yell and yell, red in the face, a furious little nugget of discontent.
Durin is the one who likes being carried everywhere. He is the backpack baby, the one who is chill with being worn in a sling or bundled onto Mum or Dad’s back and just watching everything happen with massive eyes (not all babies are into baby-wearing, jsyk! Some, but not all). He’ll put up with a bit of jostling if it means he’s strapped to Bomfris’ back as she goes about the Mountain.
(Dísith will put up with it for a little while… but only if she is strapped facing forward.)
Dísith sits up early. Lying on her back constantly is boring as hell, and she wants to be an active part of everything instead of observing the ceiling all the time. She was a good roller, and was happy enough on her tummy too. It was almost as though she knew she had to strengthen those neck muscles enough to sit up herself. Before she was strong and big enough to sit, however… if you didn’t prop her up with cushions and include her in the conversation, you were toast. She is not a passive lil bubba.
(Durin was decidedly NOT happy during Tummy Time).
Disith chews her feet. She also learns to pull off her nappy. She was the first to crawl, and dear Mahal below the turn of speed she has is alarming.
Durin sucks his thumb. He also is quick to begin ‘cruising’ on the furniture, using his strong little grip to haul himself upright and shuffle himself along.
The one who takes to solid food first is
Dísith. FOOD IS AWESOME, MORE PLEASE. Durin is slightly fussier, and takes longer to adjust. Dinners with Durin are very messy. The Stonehelm has gone to council with mashed cauliflower and sweet potato on his jacket more than once.
Durin smiles first, but Disith laughs first. Once they are both giggling, Bomfris develops an addiction to blowing raspberries on those lil chubby tummies, just to hear that laughter.
Teething Sucks. So. Much. For everybody involved. It’s bad enough with one, but two is nightmarish. Thira and Alris stay with the twins for a night during the ordeal, so that the Stonehelm and Bomfris can escape and grab 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. They were beginning to look sort of… haunted.
There we go, some first-year!twins ideas 🙂
Aw Yiss 