High King Gil-galad
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I'm literally the High King of the Noldor and the Noldor even piss ME off. (RP account run by dreadwolfknot !)
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*Gil-galad goes not armored unless to battle, and he is dressed finely, bejeweled, his famed spear not worn, nor any other weapon*

I have heard quite kind things from Elrond, but visiting Mordor would fascinate me. I would bring treats, for your Kin. ... We are kin, yes? You, once, an Elf?
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*The kiss offered in return was warm, but an Autumn's warmth, on Elrond's mouth so familiar and so sweet it may have been a candied apple*

Mordor has made you learned, and me, envious. *He quirks a brow, jeweled fingers in Elrond's curls* ... I would call it an affair, if I cared to.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
She was a martyr against the cruelty of Eöl! A martyr for my kind; your kind; what you were meant to be. I mix no signals when I speak, nor would give you, a would-be-king: a King, of Gondolin, Lord of Nan Elmoth.

*He takes a deep breath.* Let us speak of kinder things, cousin.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
Do you ever just listen to Bad Romance to feel better.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
*He may be the closest of the kin Maeglin has met, at his attitude.*

I hate the Feanoreans. Think on that: their legacies; legends: I reject them. Your mother was a martyr; Turgon, a madman for killing your father in front of you.

*He stands, robes reflecting all colors.* You are a joy to me, yet.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
*With a long suffering but kind sigh* It's called 'prose'.

Also, this is beautifully written, king of men.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
*Gil-galad has to turn away for a moment so that he doesn't scream WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR HEAD ALL ABOUT, then returns his gaze, composed as usual*

Unfortunately, Elves usually do not ferment things thus. Aged cheese, devoid of maggots, and pickled things are the best I have.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
*Gil-galad gestures for the Lady to be given garlic to her liking, and not only a glass of red wine, but a bottle she mall refill said glass from.*

It has been such a while, friend. Let us indulge. Would you prefer red-velvet cake, or pumpkin pie? 'Tis the season, or some such.
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*It is so blunt it comes out as almost a snap, without hardness behind it:* Oh, Fingon carried me. There was no surrogate: they are both my blood, and my blood, theirs.

Turgon's reaction almost reflects in your face at this news, and it brings me joy to see. You are all joys, to me, in this family.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
Elrond and Galadriel are my Kin, and two of the greatest of my kind to come to know us by. Please, eat. It is all yours.

*He chuckles at the idea of such a 'meal'.*

... I would eat it happily. When I was little, one of my cousins made me eat crickets, and... if I speak true? Not that bad.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
Easterling? Oh, most fascinating. How far East? *This man, his history, his story, has clearly gained Gil-galad's attention* My uncles, Caranthir and Ambarussa, used to rule above the East, though I fear that was long, long before you ruled.

Still! Please, tell me more. I find Men most fascinating.
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My summer. *He says it without thinking, as if Elrond startles him, and brings out that truth, that honesty he hides to maintain appearance.*

Yes, I... oh, that would be lovely. It is chilly today; I was hoping you kept warm, on a day as cool. Come, come, let us rest by the fire. How was your day?
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Then you do good work, once-ranger. *He smiles, a little too obvious this Elven-king has always had a soft spot for Men, and handsome men* I love long tales, and now that I am reborn, I welcome you to Imladris at any time you might like.
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*Sighs, refills his wine glass, PLUS grabs a cup of this ale* YES, cousin, very true. Maedhros and Fingon are lovers, happily, and raised me as happily as times allowed.

*He pauses, a darkness on his face he does not hide.* I think more our direct kin, Fingon and Aredhel, as my family, though.
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gilgadaddy.bsky.social
@adaristired.bsky.social Not to be invasive, may I offer an exchange of cultural meetings? Both Galadriel and Elrond spoke rather... curiously of you. I would come to you, if you come to Imladris, in peace, in turn. Let us know more, as my herald is fond of you. Isn't he sweet?
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
I quite like how gloomy it's been. Autumn is surely my favorite season, to sit by the fire and warm up, but... summer... *He is thinking of Elrond*... summer has its benefits, in its way.

But summer warms me always, doesn't it?
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*Quite swiftly, Gil-galad's most favored, and, of course, well-treated servants bring out a tray: fish, pig's feet, turkey, and cured, well-preserved corned beef*

It is an honor to eat alongside you, Glûg. Too long have our People been enemies, and known too little of one another. I hope you enjoy.
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Oh, yes; Fingon is my father. No wrongs.

*He smiles, and it is soft, pure, honest.*

But so is Maedhros; I am as Noldor as any Noldor could be. Bring the ale. I have yet stories to tell, as surely you do.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
I am currently staying with the Feanoreans to spend time with my father, Maedhros, but my uncle's (Celegorm's) hounds are driving me mad. Stop. BARKING. NOTHING IS THERE
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
Ah, forgive me. I assumed you related yourself closer to Thingol, and his kin. Your father himself is an odd case, yet through your mother, we are cousins still. And I would know you more, with joy.

*Gil-galad offers a rare, true smile*

Join me in Imladris, at any moment.
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Don't call me 'Gil' in public.

*He is visibly flustered, visibly annoyed at his concern, his care for Elrond. It is a rare look on the king, but Elrond, especially, catches it easily.*

... It... looks delicious. You will jave to describe the taste. When we're alone.
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
You are too kind, fair Lady.

*He has already clasped the pin to his hair, amongst many others, but he has made sure that this one shines above all*

I return a rare seed, a sapling, and I pray it grows underneath this fair Middle-earth. Join us for dinner!
gilgadaddy.bsky.social
I............think we can. Wait.

*Turns to ask one of the cooks what the FUCK 'nuggies' are, then returns to looking composed

... Your 'nuggets' will be ready soon. Please relax and enjoy the finery.