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[Oh my god, shhh. I love you, and youre perfect, and definitively deserve that title a million times more than me.]

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[Thank you, sweet heart. You, and everyone, are just so supportive and wonderful, and I never expected so much love in response to this. I love you so much. <3]

//you deserve all the love you get because you are the nicest person ever

Roleplaying is done for fun. Nobody who is in their right mind gives a shit who or what our characters do. This is a work of fiction. If you are going to bash Eru-mun you’d better know what the hell you are talking about.

In fact, you’d better come through me first. Because this is out of fucking order.

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[WOOOOO PARTY HARD EAT ALL THE SUGAR]

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[BBY HUSH LET US BE PERF 2GETHER AND BASK IN OUR MUTUAL FABULOSITY FOREVER AND EVER AMEN WE ARE LADY GAGA AND BEYONCE ALWAYS.]

//YES I AGREE WITH THAT YUP TAGS I BEING BEYONCE WE ARE THE POP DIVAS OF THIS FANDOM

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[NO SHUT UP YOU ARE THE PERFECT ONE AND I JUST SIT HERE AND BASK IN YOUR PERFECTION NO ARGUMENTS I AM GOD YOU CANNOT ARGUE WITH MY LOGICS.]

//BUT YOU ARE GOD SO YOU = PERFECTION THO

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*doesnt say anything, but is ridiculously pleased to be on the list*

//YOU ARE ON THE LIST BC YOU ARE PERF OKAY

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thedivinemusic:

Softly chuckling, Eru laid Finrod’s body down on the river bank, giving him time to adjust more fully once he ceased his struggles. «I am impressed that you would recognize me, dear child,» he answered, relinquishing control of the elf’s body.

«Osgar would be dead by now, had you not come along.  I am in your debt.» Even as he spoke, there was a lilt in his tone—some twinge hinting that this would not be over so quickly. «But I am sure you have questions for me, and it is the least I can do to answer as many of them as I am able.  Rest, and let your body realize it is housing two spirits at its own pace.  No ill shall befall either you or Osgar, and it will give us time to talk safely, as well.»

A gentle warmth spread slowly through Finrod’s body as Eru sought to convince his subconscious self that his spirit was no invader.  It was no easy task, either.  Where Eru’s hosts would normally have years of meditation and preparation to withstand the full force of his strength, Finrod was unsuspecting, his body tense and heavy with the weight of fear, and Eru could not allow the fullness of his power to escape him.  In small, controlled bursts, he pressed tensions from Finrod and listened carefully for what questions the elf would ask.

How could I not? I had often wondered what it would be like to speak with you. There is nothing in Arda with light nor force more pure. Finrod did as he was told, taking in the information given to him as a small child would. To have the creator of the world in his debt… well, it was a novel experience. He relaxed, lying quietly against the stones warmed by the sun.

It was certainly a strange feeling, to suddenly and without ample warning play host to a force of nature more powerful than anything he had ever encountered. It did not hurt, to share his body like this, but it left a dizziness, a dryness in the mouth that Finrod was quite unused to.

He had questions, yes, and they filled his mind, each one of them crowding for attention, pushing to the front. But it seemed to Finrod that he had all the time in the world to ask them of Eru, and so he decided to divert his concern to the most pressing matter at hand. Your last… vessel. Is he alright? What happened? He asked, concern for the grievously injured man surpassing any existential questions that pressed for answers. Did someone try to hurt him? Or both of you? Deliberately, I mean. 

thedivinemusic:

Even through the oppressive weight of the encroaching darkness, Eru heard Finrod’s offer.  Before the words had fully left his mouth, the deity, wrapped tightly in frail mortality, reached a gloved hand up to grip the elf’s wrist, swallowing back bile to gasp in another breath—cold air burning his lungs as he drew in as much as this form would allow, gathering himself into his son’s arms before exiting Osgar in a tight sphere of white light, pressing himself into Finrod’s mind and quickly constricting his energy as much as was possible.

That the elf was in no way prepared for the power transference was the first thing Eru noticed.  His mind did not know how to cope with the sudden weight, and the deity had to coax gently its transition while keeping himself as condensed as possible, pressing his body to lie back against the smooth rocks that lined the river.

«Finrod, relax,» he murmured, his voice low and soft within the elf’s mind. «Relax, Osgar will not fade so quickly, and you must allow yourself to adjust.»

Despite his offer of aid, the strong grip of the man’s hand and the significant power behind it took Finrod by surprise. For a moment, he saw nothing but light, pure and white and unearthly, before squeezing his eyes closed and bracing himself. As the presence of something rushed into him, he gasped and instinctively tried to force it out. This was not a simple wood spirit, not at all.

He felt winded, breathless, and as the immense power now inside of him began to settle Finrod realised that what little control he had over his own body was limited. Without thinking, he began to panic, fighting for air, for control. He felt his limbs and muscles move without his direction and was seized by blind, unreasonable fear.

And then, he heard a voice. And all was calm. The presence within him was old, and unimaginably powerful, and impossibly kind, and Finrod could not believe what he was experiencing, yet it was undeniable. Eru? he asked, disbelieving, my lord? This… this cannot be…

thedivinemusic:

Lifting his head with a great effort, his bleary eyes could not focus enough to discern who had called out to him.  Eru’s chest tightened, then, and he lurched forward as blood and bile spilled from his lips, hitting the ground with a sickening noise.

“Please…” he panted, unable to raise his head a second time.  He coughed, open-mouthed and crackling wet, before continuing, “A vessel… please.”  There was more—an explanation—but between the fever-haze of Osgar’s mind (‘What’s happening?’ he begged, and Eru had not the heart to tell him he was dying, instead numbing his body and soothing that he would soon be home, not entirely a lie either way) and Eru’s tremulous connection, it was lost in bouts of choking and wheezing.

Eru did perceive, though, that the fullness of his question had not been communicated, and with a carefully controlled release of power, he tried again, “A vessel… I need you… please.”

A vessel? Finrod ran the word through his mind, confused. At first he thought the prone figure was begging for a drink, for water. Then, with a spark of recognition, the penny dropped. He had thought from the beginning that this injured man was more than… well, a man. With this gasping request, however, he was willing to stake all his gold on it. Perhaps, he thought, this was a wood spirit, or perhaps he was a Maia in need of someone to inhabit while this form was hurt. The thought that this could be a Vala, or even something more, barely crossed Finrod’s mind before it was quashed. One of such stature would never ask him, after all.

“Do you mean… me? You need me to serve as your vessel?” Finrod asked, holding the man’s head gently in his lap. Whatever he was, be he a spirit or something more, his strength was failing. Perhaps it would be best to offer his services, at least until they reached Imladris and explained to his nephew-in-law what was going on. “I will offer my services to you, my lord, if that is what you wish.”

thedivinemusic:

A young man clad in brilliant white stumbled across Bruinen at its shallows, coughing violently as he fell to his knees, Imladris in his sights.  His new vessel should have been here, but the man had been delayed in Gondor.  Certainly it was not his fault, and Eru was not angry, only worried that the vessel he now held could no longer contain him.

Another bout of hacking racked his body, and glancing down at his glove he saw spots of blood dotting the leather.  He had to get this body to Elrond, and—more than that—he needed to find a new, temporary vessel.

Finrod was riding hard for Imaldris when he saw the figure shaking and falling by the river. Reining in Arato with a gentle hand, he leaped from her back and made his way towards the man.

Despite his obviously infirm and fragile state, the man gave off a distinct feeling of grace, warmth and soothing calm that almost stopped Finrod in his tracks. He had never felt so strong a come from so mundane-looking a man, and as he neared the coughing and spluttering figure he sensed a depth of power so strong it made his ears buzz. How, he thought, could one possessing such power be unable to help himself?

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern lighting his eyes. Something inside of him told him that he should do whatever he could to help this being, and he agreed with the hunch. “Do you need help? A healer?”