Ah.

"Irrelevant."

🙄

Sleeping all day at an inn, so that he may be up all night with a harp.

“At least it's quiet here.”

"I quit this family." Except his star twins.

If you haven't yet, do follow my second Sauron.

It's been a harsh season, and I refuse to leave the warmth of this bed.

Cuts ties to people he's related to. For the love of all that is right in this world, please let him live alone.

Eye roll.

|| Perhaps I should reiterate my HCs. I have Erestor female, and as the daughter of Caranthir, a Fëanorian. I have my own lore written in a fic somewhere that fits within the canon.

⊰ ♢ ⊱ Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Nɪɴᴇ. ⊰ ♢ ⊱ ♢ Nᴇᴡ Pɪɴɴᴇᴅ Tᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ♢ Rᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅ Aᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. ♢ Tᴏʟᴋɪᴇɴ RP & Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs. ♢ Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ #Vigilante.

Ah, it's nice to be appreciated, even when he's become a doormat in Arda's current society. His appearance alone is the equivalent of a 'do not disturb' sign.

Guess who? Or rather, don't.

He's just dressed in rags, still with his harp, and some rather delightful opioids.

Hm.

“It it is disturbing that those of our line who have ever met my father, well, do not take into consideration who he truly was. To see only his 'flaming rage' is not the whole picture. It sickens me.”

He looks over at his grandson, a shrug rolling over his being. “I am, as I always have been, for centuries.”

“It is usually best I stay away.” He means it. He'd rather not affect someone's good reputation.

It's quiet and that's all that matters. Settling into his room at an inn, he manages to just hum for the hell of it.