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poems about Aragorn...

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that drunken night...

Fumbling fingers, clumsy with alcohol, but that didn't matter. Fuck no, it didn't matter one bit. Those fingers were pulling at Turgon's clothing, tugging it out of the way. Soon she would get to see his skin. Skin she hadn't seen since they had swum together as boys.

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*in that neat minstrel's writing of hers*

A cello concerto. He's writing a cello concerto about me. Karimun told me so. A. Cello. Concerto. About. Me. What does this mean, that I should inspire him? Is my cause less lost than I thought? It makes me shiver from head to toe to think that he might have even a small amount of affection for me.

He does not know that I know, of course, and I shall keep my silence. Still. I'm deeply moved that he should write something about me. It scares me a little, though, that he could see my pain so easily so that it would encourage him. More than a little, perhaps.


You know, and this is truly my deepest secret: I've had sex, it's alright, but what I really want is love. The sort of love that is expressed through words and music instead of five minutes of scrambling in the dark. My body may be lovely, but I think my heart is more precious. And that's where I really want to be touched. We would make love with symphonies.



I wonder if he'll ever play his concerto for me? I would so dearly love to hear it.
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on love

*written in her clear minstrel's hand*

I have decided to keep a paper journal, as I realize that I can't always have my Turu around to speak to. And even if I did, I think there are a number of things I desire to try and work through for myself before taking to him. Such as love.

I would do all I could to be beautiful for Aragorn but he is not the type to even notice that sort of thing. But I would be foolish to think anyone would love me for anything besides my body. How can I blame him for being frightened? I am fearsome. I can't help being my father's son, but I would dearly like to be my mother's daughter if it meant I could have more time in the light of his eyes.

I'm a fool to love. Moreso because I know I'll never say a word, even if I'm going mad from it. Oh, Aragorn, why must you be so reluctant? Do I truly seem so terrible and vile to you? Am I some monster you cannot bare to see? I suppose I could destroy you so easily. Yet I fear you even more than you do me. Have you any idea what power you hold over me? There is little I wouldn't do to earn even some small amount of your affection. But you are wary, your wife was elven and she was not true. In some ways I hate her and am jealous. How could one so unfaithful deserve to feel the warmth of your arms when I cannot even earn the warmth of your eyes?

There are others, of course, who would give me their love. A child who thinks he's a man. I'll play with him for a bit but there's really nothing in him to interest me. Except maybe his gender. And my cousin, dear Turu, though I know he will never love me in that way. He could give me the physical release I seem to desire, though.

...No. I shudder even to think of doing that again. No matter how gentle his hands are or how legendary his tower is, I will not. It was a mistake the first time and allowing myself a second was nigh unforgivable. I'm filthy. No wonder Aragorn has no interest. Surely he sees how dirty I am without my needing to say a word.

Vile, vile repulsion. What can I do to be clean again?
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future me; reincarnation?

His mouth tasted of sand and sea salt and his eyes felt much of the same. Why, of all places, the Valar would choose to reincarnate him on some Eru-forsaken beach was completely beyond him. He pressed his hands, cold and slightly damp from the water he was kneeling in, against his face. Nolofinwe searched his memory in an attempt to figure out where he might be and why. It wasn't much help, unfortunately. The last thing he remembered clearly was... was his death. He cringed. That wasn't the most pleasant thing to think of. After that, his mind was blurry, he vaguely remembered standing before the Valar for some sort of judgement to be passed. Then he woke up here. Wherever here was.

Looking around, he could tell it wasn't Valinor, at least. This land was completely unfamiliar. Not Beleriand either, then? So where? And when? How long had it been since his death? In the distance, he could make out a city with walls of yellowed stone that seemed to glitter in the sunlight. His own city had had walls, as well, but they were gray. Eithel Sirion. Could he go back there? Did his tower, Barad Eithel, yet stand with it's flag of blue and silver? Blue and silver. Just like the colour that flew from the banners of this city's tower. The colours of Nolofinwe's house, though not his symbols.

Did anyone fly his silver stars anymore?


Well, sand and water certianly wouldn't give him the answers he wanted. If he wanted to know where and when he was he would have to find someone to speak to. Where better to find people than a city? Nolofinwe rose to his feet, brushing wet sand from his white shirt and tan trousers. The fabric was rough beneath his hands, not the rich cloth he had been used to as a king, but the valar had probably chosen to put him in it for a reason. They always did.

So he walked. He walked along the sand, his bare feet sinking into it, towards the city. As he drew closer he could tell it was some sort of sea-port. It was especially obvious as he passed the first fishing village full of busy men with staring eyes. Nolofinwe began to become self-concious, wishing the Valar had provided him with a hood or cape. These men spoke with dirty tongues in a language he could not understand though he could hear languages he knew reflected in it. He didn't doubt they were talking of him but there was little he could do about it, so he kept on his path towards the glimmering city that shared his colours.

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not happy D:

It's not that I don't appreciate everyone's efforts to help me, but I HATE FEELING USELESS LIKE THIS.

Seriously. When are you going to stop hurting me in interrum plots?


I want a fun plot. And I want a boyfriend. AND WHY IS ARAGORN GONE? D: I know that's not your fault, or even his mun's but it still makes me angry.


I swear to Eru, you've placed this cut in absolutely the worst place possible. It makes sex bloody painful, I'll tell you! (Shut up, Turu's hot and, sadly, the best option I have at the moment. WHICH REMINDS ME, you need to finish my story and post it here, too. D: D: D:)


When are we doing the pirate plot? I want that.

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obviously you know what this is about

Chances Are
Lyrics: BONNIE PINK
Music: BONNIE PINK

Sometimes you're right, sometimes I bite
Why is it hard to say what I want when I want?
Sometimes I love, sometimes you hate
Why does it hurt to hear what you have to say?

Chances are you'll get it when you stop wanting
Chances are you'll fall asleep when you stop trying
Just can't lie to myself

Sometimes I doubt, then you back out
Why is it hard to breathe in the same room?
Deep down we know why we can't run away
But why does it hurt to visualize the goal?

Chances are I'll regret when you say good-bye
Chances are you'll find the way home with or without me
Just don't lie to yourself

I go this way, you go that way, wherever we'll find each other
Chances are… chances are…

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Lady by Supertramp

Lady, you come across the water,
Well don't you think you oughta?
Be waiting a while,
Are you acting, on what your heart has told you,
Is nothing gonna' hold you, from flying away, a-ha
Flying away a-ha, flying away.

'Cause there's nowhere to go,
Though the road is out stretching before you,
and the farther you go,
I said,
-Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven-
I said,
-Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven-
and you know just who you are
and you know that there's something between us,
and you like what you feel, but
-I can tell that you're not gonna turn back-
-Well I can tell that you're not gonna turn back-
And don't you know I'm a little bit sad, oh-no

Oh-la-la-la-la *4 Arrgh *3

Mister, you better get a move on
You better get a fix on,
Mmm-you better walk straight.
I said Lady, oh just take me if you want me, oh,
take me as you find me,
Oh, I'm needing your love so bad *3

And there's nowhere to go,
though the road is out stretching before you,
and the farther you go,
I said,
-Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven-
I said,
-Ain't nothing gonna get you to heaven-
and you know just who you are
and you know that there's something between us, and,
you like what you feel, but,
-I can tell that you're not gonna turn back-
But,
-I can tell that you're not gonna turn back-
And don't you know I'm a little bit sad, sad, sad, sad.
(Takin' the long way, and no turning back)



These are about my An. Also? I want this icon changed to one with both of us, Gnutmun!

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WONDERLINE lyrics translation

The ceiling of the sky broke into pieces --- Tonight
The raindrops twinkled Beat Goes On
I said “Goodbye” sometime ago because darling sadness is too painful
I need the sun immediately Please Please Please

Wonderline The ferry traveling to the --- heavens
Wondergirl We only have a little Coin, it seems to be Shining
All Right! The captains wants ONCE MORE KISS
Dream of the other side until we reach the Warp point
Wonderline and Wondergirl
Freedom of Stars* depend on this floating ship

Embarrassed that the sandcastle crumbled ---Tonight
The voyage continues and we dream Life Goes On
By embracing anxiety I reveal all my --- hate
What love! Since I’ve met you I’ve seen --- all --- my --- quirks

Wonderline Connects us to the new --- heavens
Wondergirl Off the top of this rainbow --- we’ll --- go --- diving
All Right! On the edge Once More Kiss
Birds eye view WORKOUT towards the point
The chain pulling this ship is us sleeping through a long dream

Lets go down the staircase --- To anchor this chain to the spot
Relaxing for a second is good you know Lazy lazy lazy!

How meaningful to be alive! --- We never relish in our free time
Take Me To The Holiday to relax Today Today Today!

Wonderline The ferry traveling to the --- heavens
Wondergirl We only have a little Coin, it seems to be Shining
All Right! The captain wants ONCE MORE KISS
Dream of the other side until we reach the Warp point
Wonderline and Wondergirl
This song can only be heard over the rainbow

Bump And Grind Bump And Grind Bump And Grind Bump And Grind
Wonderline And Wondergirl
Grind Grind Grind Grind

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La Salle de Bain by Shiina Ringo

in a cafe just a little down the stairs
from a city shop selling cameras and things
I smelled your lighter oil mixed with coffee and cream
an odor still lingered from the lines you gave me
you said it did not you? "just do it kill me"

today is a day that in particular
I seem to be smiling and laughing quite a lot
I just had a dream and in it you had died
and I had no choice then but to love you
do not think to abandon or ever leave me

so wash me cut me I am underwater
my lungs and breathing are quite affected
please watch me closely and do check to see
I dry out completely I dry through and through
come shine me tear me I am underwater
relying completely on zero gravity
and when I do melt down entirely immediately
bon appetit

it was you who was dying there right in front of me
and I could not stop the tears I could not hold them in
all of the little things of this little world
are so very dear to me it hurts to think of them
oh do not make me have those kind of dreams again

a scent so sweet that it got me dirty
the troops to protect me were out on patrol
please watch me closely and do check to see
I dry out completely I dry through and through
a lie so big that it got me dirty
as soon as I said it a wound opened up
and when I do melt down entirely immediately
bon appetit

you said it did not you? "just do it kill me"

so wash me cut me I am underwater
my lungs and breathing are quite affected
please watch me closely and do check to see
I dry out completely I dry through and through
come shine me tear me I am underwater
relying completely on zero gravity
and when I do melt down entirely immediately
bon appetit

I am not afraid of a little boredom
why did the two of them ever chance to meet?

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