MARCH 2015

[thecanopycrew]

Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? Testing the waters? Then take them on this very first Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?

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maedhros | tolkien legendarium

[ex_discrowns53]

A

[ He sits on a branch; translucent wings fluttering behind him from beneath a long mane of red hair, Valinorean-wrought blade at his hip. Even seated, he's tall, assured of towering over most of the other new residents when upright, and if the elegantly pointed ears don't give it away, he's an elf. A very grumpy elf, who has no idea how he got from a war camp to this tree.

Eventually he does get to his feet, movements almost too graceful for his height, and helps himself to some bread and berries. No sense starving himself to make a point. And, hey, if any of the food's poisoned, he'll just wake up in the Halls. Of course, the disorientation hasn't quite worn off yet, so the redhead is having a little trouble balancing a small plate against his chest.

Probably a side effect of only having a stump where a right hand should be. ]


B

[ What's the use of having wings if you can't use them?

Maedhros is practicing with his, gradually working up from small jaunts between lower branches to larger ones further up the tree. He's shying away from the fourth floor of the tree house though. Spiders make him nervous and the elf isn't sure he won't instinctively try to slay one. ]

B

[shortesthighking]

[...This clearly isn't the Halls, if Maedhros is here.

Well. That's a relief. It doesn't explain where this is, exactly, but it does mean he can zoom past his cousin in a shower of lavender-and-gold glitter before stopping just out of reach, hovering.]

[ex_discrowns53]

[ Show off.

It's not the glitter that attracts his attention. Well, it is, but not the kind trailing from Finno's wings.

Rather, the distinct styling of his braids are what clues the eldest Feanorian in. ]

You are a sight for sore eyes.

[ No, he is not smirking. At all. ]

[shortesthighking]

[Finno laughs, unable to resist doing a flip in the air. It hadn't taken him long to adjust to his wings. He was already pretty showy, after all.]

And you a sight for sorer. It's been far too long since I last saw you, cousin. You were much taller, then.

[ex_discrowns53]

Sorer comes with the territory.

[ Which territory, now that's the question. ]

So were you, cousin. And I'm still taller than you.

[shortesthighking]

Are you?

[He flies down to hover level with Maedhros's head]

It does not seem that you are!

[ex_discrowns53]

Yes. I do believe your perception is a bit skewed.

[ He beats his wings, then rises up until his feet and more or less level with Fingon's.

And he's still taller. Now what do? ]

[shortesthighking]

[Finno frowns and shoves at Maedhros lightly.

He is a High King.]

You are terrible, cousin. [And then he smiles] I have missed you.

[ex_discrowns53]

[ So was his cousin, for all of ... five minutes, it seemed.

But, hey, Finno is now the perfect height to grab and hug. ]

Aye, that I am, little cousin. And so too have you been missed.

[shortesthighking]

[Finno laughs and returns the hug, holding Maedhros closed]

Not as sorely as you have been missed. If this is where we go before we are sent on to the Halls, I am thankful for it...though it is strange that we are given wings.

[ex_discrowns53]

[ lots of hugging is good hugging. Finno is alive and not trampled into bits and pieces and ... yeah, Maedhros is just going to hang onto him for a little bit. ]

I do not think it is. Some other Power has taken us from Arda to I know not where.

[shortesthighking]

Perhaps Eru Iluvuatar has other plans for us, then, for I doubt any power could fight him and win.

[Fine by Fingon. He has no problems being held by his cousin whatsoever]

Or perhaps this is a strange dream and nothing is real. Either way, I am happy not to be alone.

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya has flown all his life, but having his actual wings startlingly stunted into feathered arms - with clawed fingers! - and having four inflexible ones rooted less fundamentally into his back is throwing him. At least the fuzzy edges cut down on the noise when he fires them up.

The enormous fantail pigeon is working on flying in more than short one-way bursts, and steering with his tail. He goes on a long curving arc and uh... buzzes Maedhros, landing and clinging with his feet to the bark.]

Oh, sorry!

[ex_discrowns53]

[ O M G it's a pigeon the size of an eag-- oh wait. Maedhros ducks away just in time, though Yuuya's tail manages to clip one of his wings, sending the now-tiny elf careening down onto a branch.

He'll have to work on suprise!landings. ]

Be more careful!

[ :| ]

[espigeonage]

I'm sorry!

[It's a straight-line hop to reach him, so Yuuya does, spreading his wings without flapping so he can glide and land lightly. At three inches he would be much smaller than pigeon get, but compared to others here...]

Really, I didn't mean that. I seem to tend to be overconfident about my flight skills... Are you all right?

A

[dreamwalking_elf]

*It isn't every day you get shrunk and given a pair of fuzzy wings and live in a tree. Not at all. But it's even rarer to run into people of his clan. So Alundra is staring at the other elf across the room, not realizing he's being rude. Should he go introduce himself? Or should he let the other clansman be? He gets himself some food while pondering this important decision.*

B

[braavado]

[A grunt of effort, followed by the swish of a branch, is all the warning Maedhros gets before Korra lands beside him on his branch. With her green top and pants, she almost blends in among the leaves. Or she would, were it not for the delicate-looking light blue wings on her back.

She frowns down at the branch as she stumbles a little, unused to the extra pressure on her back, no matter how light they might be. Korra glances at him, realizing she's probably ended up in his personal space now.]

Sorry. Still getting used to these.

[Flying with them is a lot harder than it looks.]