#OFLORIEN   is   an   independent,   highly   selective   and   private   portrayal   of   LADY   CELEBRÍAN   of   tolkien's   legendarium.   headcanon-based,   plot-driven,   low   to   medium   activity.   this   blog   is   20+   for   the   sake   of   content.   EXPLORING   THEMES   OF;     softness   made   of   stars.   an   iron   tempered   by   tenderness.   the  only  child,  a  golden  legacy,  chasing  unattainable  greatness,  carving  one's  own  path,  a  vessel  for  peace  sought  by  the  living  and  the  dead,  a  silver  maiden,  a  lover,  a  minstrel,  a  mother,  an  archer,  do  not  mistake  honeyed-  kindness  for  weakness,  a  spirit  of  silver  and  gold.  Sister of @amroth

  AFFILIATED WITH: @muutos/@uruuk , @elr0nds , @menmyth, @scion-of-kings

CARRD. PLAYLIST.

what if like….you liked this and over the next few days in my wind down time, I make us some like aesthetics or web weaves or edits or all of those things for our dynamics ??

Before I sleep thoughts ( I have to finish my carrd properly lmao ) but I view celebrían as politically sound minded. she’s incredibly clever and well studied. She is an extension of her parents and is essentially an emissary and representative of Lorien. she isn’t just frolicking in trees all day, she goes there to hide and read of course. But she can debate, plan, plot, develop with the best of them. I firmly believe in many circumstances during rop she would have been extremely beneficial to major events. she’s active as a noble and diplomat, very involved in community, very well liked and level headed. She might be the only member of her family not giving the high king headaches if I’m being honest.

we wanna talk about the correlation of only children and the way they over apologize for having emotions and being people pleasers cause all their parents eggs are in one basket orrrrrrr

LONGING  PROVOKES  ALONG  THE  BORDERS  OF  MADNESS.  it's  all-encompassing,  worn  as  a  suffocating  shroud  in  hues  of  lavender  and  adorning  silver.  she  had  thought,  perhaps  she  had  been  so  clear  in  intentions.  how  ichor  beheld  him  above  the  stars  and  ethereal  lights  of  valinor,  flush  tinged  upon  her  cheeks,  smile  radiant  and  aching.  ❛ how? ❜  celebrían  has  never  been  the  sort  that  riles  to  anger,  every  building  sort  of  frustration  is  swallowed  down  for  her  part.  violence  has  never  consumed  her,  at  once  in  youth  she  stumbled  across  a  fallen  doe  and  wept  for  three  days  hence.  ire  does  not  settle  so  easily  in  her  bones  yet,  STARVATION  manifested  by  the  cruellest  hand  of  yearning  has  unfastened  the  ties  of  desperation.

❛ how  am  i  to  know  if  you  do  not  tell  me?  ❜  a  step  towards  him,  delicate  hands  wrung  together,  threadbare  nerves  trembling  to  the  surface  of  parted  lips.  the  songbird  would  sort  through  the  wreckage  of  guilt  when  lamentations  were  through.  could  he  not  know?  did  he  not  understand?  could  he  not  see  the  starlight  reflected  in  her  eyes  every  time  she  lingered  upon  him?  DEVOTED  PATRON  TO  THE  TEMPLE  OF  HIS  FËA.  spring's  fervent  storm  catches  in  her  throat,  it  colours  her  tone  in  anguish,  and  it  glistens  in  gilded  gaze.  ❛ elrond.  please.  ❜  piety  ignited  on  a  pyre,  his  beauty  which  haunts  endless  nights  of  fitful  sleep.

celebrían  soothes  along  the  juncture  of  her  collar  and  throat  to  no  reprieve.  jagged  hitch  to  every  breath.  ❛  i  think  of  nothing  and  no  one  else.  i  am  beyond  how  any  poet  has  ever  compared  what  it  means  or  feels  to  love  someone.  ❜  barely  scratched  upon  the  surface  of  her  psyche.  ❛  if  you  do  not  feel  the  same-  ❜  she  fractures  there  at  the  mere  notion.  overwhelmed  and  cradled  palm  to  sternum,  heart  upon  her  sleeve  plunging  to  the  ground  and  landing  at  her  herald's  feet.  silver  veil  of  hair  turns  with  her  frame,  away  from  him,  composing  the  urge  to  crumble  to  the  marbled  floor.  her  nails  notched  into  the  carved  edge  of  a  mallorn  desk.

❛ forgive  me.  ❜

i dunnno but it makes me feel feral???

okay, well, tried to decorate at work and literally everything went wrong and fell apart so I’m hanging onto some semblance of my sanity here. I’m also going to make a blog for all the oc kiddos that have taken life in my brain and I might either put eowyn on there and leave Arthur as a single g blog. Or pop him on there too not sure. all I know is cel owns like 85% of my brain cell rn.

celebrían would like to draw attention to the fact that the high king is so so soooooo fucking fine.

A  LOOK  LESS  SOFTLY  SPUN.  not  of  springs  gentle  breeze  but  the  quiet  anger  of  its  storms,  every  tidal  wave  and  roiling  thunder  festers  so  silently  beneath  her  flesh.  a  deep  breath  taken,  teeth  grit  behind  full  lips.  golden  brother  made  of  too  much  fire  and  ever  drop  of  her  own  frustration  stems  from  a  place  of  love.  of  worry.  and  what  a  ferocious  little  thing  she  was;  silver  crown  and  lavender  adorned  stalking  after  amroth.  ❛ one  of  us  ought  to  carry  some  semblance  of  wisdom,  brother.  ❜  a  sharp  reasoning,  fixed  upon  him  with  ichor  and  gentle  ire.  beneath  the  fall  of  gilded  leaves,  as  they  rot,  as  they  turn  to  naught  but  decay  and  dust.  EVIL  THAT  LINGERS  IN  SUCH  SACRED  PLACE,  ONE  THAT  WILL  SURELY  SPREAD  TO  THEIR  HOME.

home.  where  their  mother  toils  over  the  loss  of  their  father  and  still  remains  entirely  burdened  by  her  duty.  and  here  celebrían  stands,  locked  between  grief  and  fury  likely  enough  to  be  the  demise  of  one.  ❛ you  remain  in  open  defiance  to  the  high  king  and  continue  to  put  his  herald  in  danger.  ❜  of  that  notion,  she  takes  pause.  reflection  like  a  warm  ray  of  summer  between  the  devastation  ahead.  her  hands  remain  animated,  her  voice  locked  in  stubbornness  that  still  binds  them  all  in  a  hereditary  curse.  had  she  skill  beyond  archery  and  the  heart  to  wield  a  blade,  she  would  likely  stand  in  his  place.  BUT  ONE  OF  THEM  NEEDED  SOUND  MIND.

❛ not  even  father  would  be  so  reckless,  even  in  his  youth.  ❜

she doesn’t ever wear white (an intentional choice ) and the only time she ever really wears gold is in her au where she’s gil-galad’s queen. her hair is pale silver blonde, most of the hues she wears are pastels that compliment that. think lavenders, blush, sage, ice blue, and silver floral stitching details. nothing over the top, always subdued but no less lovely. she only ever wears black in mourning because it makes her look terribly haunting. floral crowns, sometimes circlets, always accenting her partner in that case. really, her hair looks best adorned in wildflowers or laurels.

this is so very sweet of you ! thank you! please know i appreciate this, even though i cannot for the life of me accept compliments without being so awkward. AESGRHTDRYJF SO THANK YOU