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Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

Welcome to the Chaotic RP of TTF! This is a fun, spontaneous, lighthearted, and most importantly, chaotic RP which is available to anyone who wishes to join. While our primary goal is to have fun, we have a few rules in order to keep some method to the madness.
  • Firstly, each character belongs to their respective TTF user. In other words, you can't write for a character if someone else has claimed that character. If you're new to the thread, please ask the group which characters are available before you claim one.
  • Even though this thread is chaotic and spontaneous, we do have a storyline going. If you're new to the thread, please read the most recent few pages, or more, so you're caught up on what's going on.
  • Make sure to interact with other people's characters. Don't just go off and write your own thing without interacting with anybody.
  • Don't completely ignore or change the storyline.
  • At the same time, please be flexible if someone introduces a new turn of the plot. This is not a carefully planned RP, and it needs to have flexibility for any chaotic new thing someone comes up with (within reason-- it does need to connect to the main story at least loosely).
  • If you are writing for multiple characters, use a script format to indicate which character is speaking. Use asterisks* to denote action. For example:
    • Maitimo: *tries to shake Celeraccoon off his arm* STOP BITING ME, TYELKO!
  • Try to keep spam to a minimum. I would define "spamming" in this thread as writing more than a page over the course of a few hours. (This can be a tough one to follow, I know.) But spamming makes it hard for other people to keep up.
  • At the same time, if you're going to be absent for an extended period of time, we recommend writing your character out temporarily (such as having them disappear or go somewhere) so other people can continue while you're gone.
That's all I can think of for now. If you have any questions or need any help, please feel free to ask!
 
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*winces when he says 'Amaniel' and sighs, sinking to the ground, retracting my good wing as my tattered wing falls to the side*

*glances wearily at Fingon and sighs* Have I truly changed this much? What had I been like before? How different am I now...?
 
(GOODNESS GRACIOUS YOU GUYS. EIGHT PAGES? Now I know how Maedhros feels about spam... Welcome back, Amaniel! I've heard much about thee.)

*Aulë returns from his Fautuatar duties, the fautarassë dispersed and gone for the year. He turns and sees the fallen Valië, and is stunned speechless. He glances over to Yavanna, who shrugs and nods. Missed a lot, she implies.*

Laurinalótë, waking up from her nap atop Maitimo's head: I hibernate for one night, and this happens.
 
(good afternoon Glorfy! Sorry...um...it got out of control a bit.😁)
(Just a bit, indeed. 🤌)

As if you two making kissy faces at each other wasn't enough, we have a fallen Valië and Morgoth being in love here.🤦
Aulë, holding Yavanna's hand: And what is she doing here? 🤨*Glances over at Sauron and sighs* Yes yes 'Ron, you did well helping me on Mettarë's Eve. *Glances back at Írelilta* And what opportunities for redemption have you had?

Laurinalótë: Vala Drama! Vala Drama! Why have I not known of this?

Yavanna, stage whispering to Laurinalótë: Before your creation it was.
 
(Just a bit, indeed. 🤌)
(Who are you again? I've been off TTF for a few months or so.... 😅 )
*Glances back at Írelilta* And what opportunities for redemption have you had?
Redemption? *raises eyebrow* Well, I was hoping that at least Morgoth could be redeemed first....he seems to only listen to me, for some reason...
Laurinalótë: Vala Drama! Vala Drama! Why have I not known of this?

Yavanna, stage whispering to Laurinalótë: Before your creation it was.
And....who is this Laurinalóte that you speak of, Unfallen Valie of Nature?
 
(Who are you again? I've been off TTF for a few months or so.... 😅 )
(I am Glorfindel Goldtress! Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. We've not met before, but when I lurked on this forum, I spied on this and other threads, and got to "know" everyone that way. Then I joined, and the rest is history!)

*blinks* Oh, err....like what....?
(All good stuff. You roleplay very well. *smiles*)

Redemption? *raises eyebrow* Well, I was hoping that at least Morgoth could be redeemed first....he seems to only listen to me, for some reason...
Aulë: Morgoth forsook redemption when it was offered to him. His doom is laid and cannot be undone. Yours, however...

And....who is this Laurinalóte that you speak of, Unfallen Valie of Nature?
Yavanna: These a patch of the original golden flowers I into existence sang are, sister to Celandine, whom I gave the ability to live like the Eldar.

Laurinalótë: You didn't mention it was an accident.

*Yavanna gives her a look while Aulë chuckles. Yavanna turns her look on him, and he grins sheepishly.*
 
(Hmm....I've missed....a lot, it seems....)
(All good stuff. You roleplay very well. *smiles*)
(Aww, thanks!)
Aulë: Morgoth forsook redemption when it was offered to him. His doom is laid and cannot be undone. Yours, however...
His doom is laid, and cannot be undone? *eyes flash with passionate flames as I stride towards him and gaze at him intensely* Is that so? In all my power of Desire I should revoke that, then! You are not Mandos; what reason have you to speak of Doom, as though your portion it was?

*voice drops to a small murmur* And as for my own....fate, as you constrained Valar would call it....I am yet unsure.
*glances at Yavanna* Such a loving bond, as is the one between you two, is something I eternally desire yet perhaps can never have.
 
Aulë: I may not be Námo, but I know his laws and the greater laws of Ilúvatar. *His gaze softens slightly* It is a hard lot to be in the position you are. But... you deserve better.

*voice drops to a small murmur* And as for my own....fate, as you constrained Valar would call it....I am yet unsure.
Are we constrained? The weavings of Morgoth's discord were so subtle, those he ensnared in its web by the time the themes were complete, we were naive towards. Unfortunately, you were one of them. But it does not mean you will be forever this way. *Glances over at Sauron, who is tucking away his Elf hat for next year.*

*glances at Yavanna* Such a loving bond, as is the one between you two, is something I eternally desire yet perhaps can never have.
*Yavanna, inclining her head slightly, is at a loss for words.*

Laurinalótë: So how exactly can one love the guy who caused all the corruption in Arda we see today?

Yavanna: You were listening not, were you?

Laurinalótë: I've not heard Aulë speak such profundity since the Elder Days, my lady... *Waves a petal respectfully to her other Vala.*
 
Aulë: I may not be Námo, but I know his laws and the greater laws of Ilúvatar. *His gaze softens slightly* It is a hard lot to be in the position you are. But... you deserve better.
Do I? And then what? You would let me return to Valinor? Constrain me? Rule over me? Not allow me to have my own will? *gazes at him sorrowfully*
I have been this way for long....long ago it was all of you who exiled me together from that fair city in Aman - a name of which I now speak not, for its very name pains my heart. The bitterness in my heart, the sorrows that haunt me, the ire and the passion....*narrows eyes and grasps his wrist suddenly* you are lucky that I am unarmed....*winces* Yet I should not desire to commit a Kinslaying to add to my other deeds, and warrant myself a true eternal exile. *releases him, gazing downwards in sorrow*
*Yavanna, inclining her head slightly, is at a loss for words.*

Laurinalótë: So how exactly can one love the guy who caused all the corruption in Arda we see today?
*turns to Laurinalóte* I....I do not know. It is indeed that I feel something for him, however. Lust or love, I thus know not. Melkor has forever been rather....mysterious with his emotions, and so have I.

(I will be off for a few hours....nobody spam whilst I'm away, please! Just reply to this one. 😅 )
 
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(You can still reply....just not too much at once. We don't want the drama fading for too long! 😂 )
 
Do I? And then what? You would let me return to Valinor? Constrain me? Rule over me? Not allow me to have my own will? *gazes at him sorrowfully*
Aulë: This is not for me or Yavanna alone to decide. The discord of Morgoth lies heavy on your past, and it is not something to be easily discussed.

I have been this way for long....long ago it was all of you who exiled me together. The bitterness in my heart, the sorrows that haunt me, the ire and the passion...
Yavanna: The length of time under the twines of such a weight, not entirely caused by you, has served you... And hopefully you will be stronger for it.

Yet I should not desire to commit a Kinslaying to add to my other deeds, and warrant myself a true eternal exile.
*Bows her head, continuing* Much which occurred cannot be undone... But we are wiser for the happen-stances of these past ages. You have learned, and we have learned...

*Maitimo gently pats Laurinalotë's leaves* Probably for the better that you missed it. Things were getting traumatic around here!
Laurinalótë: Ah, well, 'tis a good thing I am here now. Can't let the mood fall so fast after Mettarë! *Glances around to the many who have stored their presents safely.*

*turns to Laurinalóte* I....I do not know. It is indeed that I feel something for him, however. Lust or love, I thus know not. Melkor has forever been rather....mysterious with his emotions, and so have I.
Ai! This is why I am single forever. I do not like the idea of being bound to some other plant. *Ignores the chuckling of others in the room.* From what my Valar have said, it sounds like Morgoth tricked you into whatever feelings you have because of his discord. I am befuddled with how this is possible, but this is the one who arose in might... Who can say?
 
Aulë: This is not for me or Yavanna alone to decide. The discord of Morgoth lies heavy on your past, and it is not something to be easily discussed.
Indeed, and who shall decide? Shall you bring me to the Ring of Doom before all the Valar, as you did with Morgoth and Feanor, and make me plead guilty for the discord I had wrought in Love and Desire? Shall you?
Yavanna: The length of time under the twines of such a weight, not entirely caused by you, has served you... And hopefully you will be stronger for it.
How so? Only have I fallen, and not risen any greater. My powers have diminished, my heart is torn in confusion. How is this stronger?
Indeed....Melkor. 'Tis his true name. Yet, what if there is hope for him? Surely not all is lost, nay?
 
Aulë: No answer could I give for such a thing as this. *Glances over at the forlorn blue bag which had held the presents* My specialty is the craft of works and gifts.

Yavanna: There will be much to plead, but there will too be much to receive. *Smiles thoughtfully as she looks deeper but does not comment on what she sees.*

How so? Only have I fallen, and not risen any greater. My powers have diminished, my heart is torn in confusion. How is this stronger?
I do not believe your fall is all which defines you. Ilúvatar's ways are beyond even those of the Valar, and as He spoke once before, His weaving of the Great Music is working for His glory... and the ways in which He is using us are also of great comfort. What you have suffered was wrought by the discord of Morgoth, but even such Ilúvatar can work through and make into something beautiful, even when we cannot see it. When Aulë's Lamps were destroyed, and when my Trees, the crown of my creation..., were destroyed, I was initially unable to understand and completely lost in my sorrow. I have seen now however the workings of Ilúvatar in these ages and understand better... *She pauses and shakes her head.* I may still at times lament their loss, but through their loss, much has come which none of us could imagine. Things greater than what could come from our thought...

Indeed....Melkor. 'Tis his true name. Yet, what if there is hope for him? Surely not all is lost, nay?
Laurinalótë: If he isn't Satan, I'll give him a chance. Celandine has her theory, and so do I.

Why can’t we just have a friendly gathering, without all the unnecessary strife and drama about Valar???

Who wants milk and cookies?
I agree! This is too sorrowful for a time of rejoicing after Mettarë.

I may not be able to eat cookies... But I'm sure my Valië can create a workaround. *The center of her petals seem to form a smiley face.*
 
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