All those who wait in Mandos cry to her
         for she brings strength to the spirit 
                  & turns sorrow to wisdom.

Independent Nienna from the Silmarillion.

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              she does not weep for herself
                  & those who hearken to her learn
                          pity and hope

Independent Nienna from the Silmarillion.

       ♕; selective.
       ♕; open to most fandoms
       ♕; multiverse and multiship
       ♕; preferences include icon chats up to novella
       ♕; 10 + years of experience roleplaying
       ♕; 3 + on tumblr
       ♕; skype and kik available on request to mutuals

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          ♕; It is often spoken how life is to be mourned but there are so many other things that incite grief. The loss of a home is one she has observed that can rattle a soul as significantly as death. It is the ending of a comfort, of belonging, and though one may fight to reclaim it – it is very rarely the same.

               Fluid melodies shake with sour notes and the once such a jarring mistake has been made, the song is disheveled and off track. It is difficult to see in such times that there is good. That you may preserve through such hardships. So often she sees the crumbling of great men. Yet that is not the case here. It brings her a rare joy, halfheartedly felt.

                  «You should feel empowered. You fare well for what loss you have encountered.»


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         ♕; Her gaze is far reaching, it brings her no comfort. Animosity continues to baffle her. Forgiveness is not so hard to receive and to extend to others and yet so seldom is it often given. But there are those who rise about grief, bitterness, hatred, and war. She pays close attention to their journey and as patron of hope and resilience through difficult she swells with a sense of pride at their accomplishment.

              If only it extended to all. She does not go where there is contentment. She is not needed there. Nienna steps only where she might offer comfort to damaged beings whose tunes have become chaotic and off key.

                           «You do not sound quite like yourself.»


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       ♕;  « I find that where I reside now is adequate
                it meets my means. I can watch the world. »

                    Nienna spares a moment of silent deliberation.
                    Azure hues clouding as she observes far away
                    lands.

              «There are far too many in need of comfort
                 for all my power I can be in but one place.
                 I cannot pick just one to go to. »