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Galadriel: I passed the test and shall go to the west
Me: that means their going to Valinor - like heaven
DM: so like thier version of “we sent it to a farm”
Writing Prompt: #2 Pinky Promise are Serious
Thranduil: What’s wrong sweetheart?
Tilda: “cry” Josh an I “cry” promised to be friends forever “cry” but “cry”
Thranduil: Tilda it’s alright sometimes people grow apart, you’re kids you have plenty time to make new friends
Tilda: But we pinky promised!
Thranduil: Well then.... I don’t see why you can’t be friends again? Surly you can work things out.
Tilda: “cry” his parents don’t want him to see me anymore “cry” because I’m a ‘bad influence’
Thranduil:.... I will be right back......
Writing Prompt: #1
As far as the other races are concerned “pinky promises” are super serious.
Tilda was crying, clinging to Thranduil’s robes.
Tilda: No! Your not allowed to leave!
Thranduil: Tilda please don’t cry I -
Tilda: But what if you die! What if you leave and never comeback!
Thranduil: Tilda sweetheart I promise to do all in my power to return as quickly as I can.
She extended her little finger out to him: Pinky promise
Thranduil: A what?
Tilda grabbed his hand gently wrapping her finger around his then shaking it: Now promise and it has to come true!
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And Thranduil returned within the month.
Writing Prompt
Elrond misunderstands a cultural story dear to Lindirs heart and ends up gifting Lindir a chicken.
Lindir accepts the chicken thinking it’s a part of Elronds culture.
Comedy ensues.
Lindir discreetly try’s to get rid of the chicken by saying that the chicken should get to live with other chickens- Elrond buys him a second chicken.
Writing Prompt
Elves don’t get headaches- but Elrond is half man so...
The elves in Rivendell walking on eggshells whenever Elrond complains that his head hurts.
Lindir babying Elrond whenever he has a bad headache. Cutting his food, organizing his paperwork, making sure everyone keeps quite, playing soothing songs Ect.
Elrond secretly loves it.
Lindir (signing up for the Musican Guild and being a nervous mess): Can I bring a friend during tryouts?
Elf in charge: Of course! After all it looks like you need all the emotional support you can get!
Next Day -
Elf in charge: Lord Elrond are you here to evaluate the tryouts ?
Elrond (sitting in the front row): Oh no I’m just here for my friend.
Elf in charge (expecting someone really important): who?
Elrond: Lindir
Elf in charge: Wait What?!?!
Lindir (goes on stage)
Elrond: Your doing great sweetie!!!
Elves have heighten senses right, so they probably never had a need for hunting dogs. So they probably never had dogs as pets. So...
Bard: These are my children!
Thranduil (points at dog): what is that
Bard: that’s my son!
Thranduil: Bard what the fuck?!?!?