hastwyn, shieldmaiden of rohan // rp account
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still she did not blench: maiden of the rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair but terrible. // rp/parody account for hastwyn dernheort, original character for lotr. // written by hallion. admin is 21+. MDNI. #FantasyRP #LOTRRP
Then I suppose introductions may be in order. My name is Hastwyn, Dernheort's daughter. I hail from the land of Rohan. And you?
Not looking, though I appear to have found one. My home is just beyond the woods there, there the land belongs to me.
as sick as it sounds, i loved you first.
I do indeed. To both. Are you from this town, my lady? Or are you perhaps looking for an adventurer?
Your sword too, I hope. You have a camp near by?
… Thank you, my lady. I try to keep my skills sharp between adventures.
The noise caught my attention, as visitors are increasingly uncommon in these troubled times. Do not let me interrupt you. Please, continue.
“It is delicious!!” The shieldmaiden affirms again. “Next time you find a crate, you absolutely must give me some.”
"It is. No clue where it comes from but we get it plenty on raids."
Hastwyn eyes her again, trying not to betray her own fear that creeps up her spine like the branches of a tree. “You hurt her, and I will end you. Are we clear?”
“𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹’𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹’𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲… 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻.” She chuckles softly, looking into the swordswoman’s eyes.
Oh! Your pardon, I did not realize I had an audience.
Serviceable.
"Do not even think of going easy on me, you hear?"
Sparring with her, the elf's skill is exceptional.
Practicing her bladework.
// had the final interview yesterday btw but now I won’t hear until the end of next week 🙃🙃 sooooo fingers crossed still?
And a VERY merry birthday to Bilbo and Frodo Baggins!!
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Mucking out the stables today. A thankless job.
“Éomer King is indeed in, my lord,” Hastwyn smiles, bowing in return. “But I believe he is waiting for the King of Gondor, if you would be so kind. Are you of his company?”
"May I know if the nobleman in charge of the city is in his castle?"
but the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company.
"Then to a tavern we shall go," Hastwyn smiles gently. "Follow me. I shall see to it that you are safe."
Nyx shyly shrugs her shoulders, fidgeting with her sleeves. “I.. I don’t know… maybe a tavern…”
Hastwyn looks at him curiously, gently reaching out to stroke his carapace as he falls asleep. She glances out into the night, watching the stars for movement across the land.
He slightly nods and makes another tired warble. “Go… sleep….” He starts his sleep cycling, dumping all the heat in his body to cool down and then goes completely still and silent.
"Understood!" The shieldmaiden draws herself up, eyes alight with a concentrated fire. "I am ready, milady! Lead onwards!"
"I know not. It must have escaped through the mountains in blind despair to return home. It must have lost its way in its blind pain and humiliation." "Do not be fooled, though, Hastwyn. That monster is still a servant of Saruman. It can not wander further. Let the hunt begin!"
"Oh, yes," Hastwyn answers, gently hoisting up the other woman as neatly as she could. "I sometimes forget that's what the rest of the earth calls them too... but anyways, it's important to be careful, no matter what!"
She pauses, but takes the offered hand after a moment and lets the shieldmaiden help her along despite her slightly wounded pride. She really has to stop making a fool of herself in front of beautiful women. “A hobbit? That's um. That's a halfling, right?”
"You have trapped her, then," Hastwyn says in defiance, eyes gleaming. "You may not run amock, not while I am protecting this land. I will be your keeper, then. What shall I call you?"
She tilts her head, chuckling softly. “𝗦𝗵𝗵𝗵… 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴… 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲…” She taps her temple with her finger. “𝗪𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴… 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝘀𝗼… 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁… 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗸…”
⠀ ⠀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔́𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍 ⠀⠀⠀⠀Be at peace, Son of Gondor. ⠀ loved by ismere (she/her) ; semi-canon interpretation of Aragorn from Lord of the rings ; eng/spa ; mdni / lewd exclusive dni / AI dni
⠀ ⠀ ꪶ 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅! ↳ 𝖥𝖺𝗏 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 — — 𝖱𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ⠀ 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖰𝖱𝖳 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 ! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
// yall i made it to the final round of the interview process 🥹🥹🫣🫣 last interview is next week!!
// sorry I didn’t do replies ish… was playing LOTRO and had a busy weekend lol alsoooooo uhhhh im up for hopefully a big promotion at work so??? if yall could give good vibes that would be great