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You can tag me in things. You can tag me in the tag games if you want. I always wanted to join those.

Feel free to ask questions or give me prompts.

I also write fan fiction sometimes so any prompts are welcome. You can find me on Ao3 under Qorianth (Qorianth_Darastrix)

Posted 3/24/22

Edited 4/12/24: Added permission for tag games.

Edited 10/17/24: added fanfic info

Galadriel: Are you on drugs?

Gil-Galad, exasperated: I am not on drugs!

Elrond, gleeful: I am!

Glorfindel: *Looking disheveled.* We're going shopping because I need some new clothes.

Glorfindel: And maybe a couple of stitches.

Celebrimbor: Where's Elrond?

Celegorm: WHO'S ELROND?!

Maedhros: Have you checked the library?

Celebrimbor: Yup.

Maglor: The gardens.

Celebrimbor: Double checked.

Celegorm: SOMEONE ANSWER MY QUESTION!

Galadriel: The infirmary?

Celebrimbor: First place I looked.

Celegorm: IS HE OKAY?!

Finrod: Excited to have your favorite bro back?

Galadriel: You think you're my favorite?

Annatar: So we made these Rings. They'll help bring the world into order.

Elrond: Awesome! So how's Celebrimbor?

Annatar:

Elrond: When I die-

Gil-Galad: If

Elrond: No, when.

Celegorm: Do you ever get the urge to-

Curufin: No.

Celegorm: I didn't finish my sentence!

Curufin: My answer stands.

Gil-Galad: Can you take them back?

Maglor: Hell no.

Celebrimbor: Elrond stabbed me.

Galadriel: I'm surprised he waited this long, Celebrimbor. We've all had the urge.

Annatar: Do you dance?

Elrond: I'd rather lick a cheese grater.

Elrond & Sauron: *Trying to kill eachother*

Sauron: You're better than I thought.

Elrond: And you're entirely average.

Gil-Galad: I thought you were dead!

Elrond: Wishful thinking

Galadriel: Alrighty people! It's game day. Gil-Galad, you need to get ready so you're clear. Celeborn, distract Celebrian. Celebrimbor, you're on chaos control.

Celebrimbor: Why do I always have to be the one to watch Elrond?!

Galadriel: He actually seems to listen to you.

Elrond: It's out of pity alone.

Maedhros: Maglor, did you put the boys on the roof?

Maglor: No? Why would I put them on the roof?

Maedhros: I don't know, but they are on the roof.

Maglor: How?!

Guard: They ran up the wall like a damn beetle. Scared the living daylights out of one of the guards up on the wall.

Elrond: Erestor, you're sick. Go home.

Erestor: No, I-

Elrond: Go home.

Glorfindel: *fake coughs*

Elrond: Don't.