The Middle-earth "Meme" meme AKA the "What Do?" meme

[arrowpoint]

I HEARD YOU LIKE MEMES.
SO I PUT SOME MEMES IN YOUR MEME.
SO YOU CAN MEME WHILE YOU MEME.

How to play
✦ Post a blank comment with your character. This is the "my character" role. Be sure to mark your preferences
✦ Respond with "your character" with a scenario (using a random number generator, or whichever one you want.)


Prompts:

1. My character has suddenly become de-aged, and you're responsible for them. What do?

2. My character shows up on your doorstep soaking wet from rain and hungry. What do?

3. Your character sees / overhears my character having a nightmare. What do?

4. Your character walks in on mine in the nude and / or having some "alone time." What do?

5. My character is sick / injured / poisoned and needs help. Your character is the only one around. What do?

6. My character is on a murderous rampage and has cornered yours. What do?

7. My character suddenly gets amnesia. What do?

8. Your character finds my character standing over a dead body, having obviously been killed by their hands. What do?

9. My character suddenly / magically changes sex / genders. What do?

10. My character only has a few minutes to live. What do?

11. My character just saved your character's life. What do?

12. My character has just given yours a heartfelt gift, unfortunately you hate it. What do?

13. My character and yours have just magically switched clothing. What do?

14. My character plays a prank on yours that has gone horribly wrong. What do?

15. My character and your character have been trapped in a cave-in or avalanche What do?

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Comments

[silverfist]

[ the last child tyelpe had looked after had been celebrian, and that was a long time ago. he had protested this quite strongly-- time in the halls or not, not everything broken about him can be healed, and he's in no place to be looking after little ones.

still.. as his cousin had pointed out.. who else would truly take maeglin? celebrimbor had known him, at least, and if his betrayal had been a bitter one, well.. celebrimbor also knows just what methods sauron uses to persuade people. he doesn't hate the boy-- he doesn't even particularly dislike him. they'd both been outsiders in their own ways. if anything, he understands him a little too well.

and thus he'd found himself with a small boy at his side in the forge. celebrimbor is a strange one, most people would agree. he keeps his hair scandalously short and dwarven-braided, his ears are cuffed and pierced, he has tattoos.. he rarely speaks to even his family (and no wonder, perhaps). even so, he's gentle enough, and non-threatening even with his odd looks and personality. --at the moment, he has maeglin seated on his lap in his work-shop, sketchbook spread out over the bench. he lightly presses a piece of charcoal into the boy's fingers, and though he doesn't smile at him, his pale eyes are warm. ]

Sketch what you like. Your mother would like a piece you'd designed, do you not think?

[tiny_mole]

[He considers this for a bit. He knows that his mother wants him around just as much as he knows that he makes her sad, because she can either be with him or with other people, or the atmosphere will turn unpleasant. He knows, he has watched her from around corners and almost-closed doors when she was with other people, and the atmosphere at these times is much happier and easier. And he knows why; he's too young to remember but old enough to have been told, too young to fully understand or make sense of it for himself but old enough to know that they have every right to not like him and point fingers at him. He's not entirely sure why his mother doesn't feel the same (he's not sure why Celebrimbor doesn't feel the same, apparently) but that only makes him want to be a good son more if that is even possible.

So he nods and takes the charcoal, starting to a simple pattern. It's way too geometrical to be elven, but he doesn't quite realize - he really only has two ideas here, and the other feels... like it wouldn't make his mother happy at all. It's from the area of half-formed memories that he has learned to associate with the man who sired him, and while he doesn't understand what happened there, it is a bad territory.

The drawing, when it is done, is crude and not quite workable, but it is clearly heavily inspired by dwarvish designs. And the young boy is covered in charcoal, his face half black from where little fingers rubbed over it while working and his fingers and arms rather covered in it as well.

He picks the sketchbook up with smudged hands, offering it up for Celebrimbor to see, obviously waiting for a judgement.]

[silverfist]

[ celebrimbor takes the sketchbook with all the gravity it's being offered to him, and finds his mouth quirking faintly at the sight of it despite himself. ] This is a good first draft, Maeglin. [ he sets it back down, gently taking the charcoal up and sketching to strengthen some of the lines, pointing them out as he does so. ]

You see what I'm doing here? This will balance the piece better. And here? This is a more realistic element to add.

[ he sets it back down again. ]

Do you approve? [ after all, it's ultimately the boy's design. and celebrimbor will have him helping him to make it in his shop. --he picks up a cloth, gently swiping it over maeglin's cheek to remove some of the charcoal. ] This is a very dwarvish design, did you know?

[tiny_mole]

[He follows the changes closely, bright eyes watching attentively, his forehead creased with all the gravity that the moment requires. After all drafts are important if something will come from them. And he likes learning when it comes to things that he is interested in, a lot, and always feels that he needs to memorize everything perfectly in case it cannot be asked about again later.

He ponders the finished piece for a long moment before nodding. Yes, it has his approval, and while he flinches in surprise at the cloth on his face, his eyes don't leave the drawing.]

How is it Dwarvish? [He knows what Dwarves are, his mother told him (he asked, because they showed up in stories that a bard at a festivity that she took him to sang about - he liked listening to the bard, because that way he didn't have to talk to anyone and didn't have to sit alone either, and could pretend that he didn't see how people avoided him and looked over at them), but that is pretty much it.]