you may triumph on the field of battle for a day, but against the power that is risen in the East, there is no victory! rp account for denethor, son of ecthelion, steward of gondor from the lord of the rings. written by hallion. admin is 21+

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

The prince is sure to not allow his face to betray him, but the suspicion of his father is not something so easily swayed. “Perhaps the barge is an old thing.. it is difficult even for elves to repair something that keeps falling apart. .. I am sure Bard of Dale will make it home before his —

❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.@elven-king.bsky.social · 2mo ago

"The inconvenience of the barge was meant to be swiftly taken care of. However, I've noticed the process of its repairs have been hindered. It begs the question why..?" He looks towards his son, his eyes narrowing. "The bargeman must return home..."

Legolas doesn’t bother to look… There already lies a suspicion in his mind of what captured Thranduil’s attention so strongly. “I hope the.. inconvenience of the barge has not added to your busy thoughts.”

❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.@elven-king.bsky.social · 2mo ago

For once the Elvenking had been startled, tearing his eyes away from the sight of .. something. "There is always much on my mind, today is no different."

Intruding on the Elvenking’s silence, the prince coming to stand beside him. “Much seems to be on your mind, Ada…” Or rather, a particular thing.

❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.@elven-king.bsky.social · 2mo ago

A watchful ... longing gaze — staring off so distantly & yet his eyes are fixed to one specific spot.

The barge could wait… There’s clearly more pressing matters.

Dwarves.. aint know much about dwarves— Maybe ask Legolas or er... Gimli..

// maybe i should try an audio book

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That… was not mine..

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“Very mysterious circumstances…” Moving his wet cloak behind himself.

The elf’s cloak is quite damp… He could not leave any of his arrows there, afterall— Legolas had to retrieve them.

“…I didn’t…?” Keeping his face clear of guilt. “If it has sunk, the bowman is most fortunate to have made it all the way here…”

“..What… barge..?” Face incredibly blank. A facade of curiosity. “Has…the bowman come again?”

“…Tauriel” Not caught off guard or startled at all.

This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning.

Surely no one saw—

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Perhaps he did a little 𝘵𝘰𝘰 well… Legolas is quietly fleeing.

Elf eyes watch the bowman depart from his barge, the barrels of wine unloaded from it. Legolas waits as Bard walks on, likely to meet with the Elvenking, and once he is gone— They’ll soon find a hole in the barge.