The Relationship Table Meme!

[fairbrook]

the *:･ﾟRELATIONSHIP TABLE･ﾟ:* meme

♡ Get together all the characters your character may consider dating. (Or possibly befriending, allying with, etc.)
♡ Put their names together for organizational purposes.
♡ List all the PROS and CONS of dating/allying/befriending.
♡ Post them here and watch the travesty unfold.
♡ Check back later to see if you're datable. No one is late. (✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ

<table width="100%" cellspacing="5" cellpadding="1" border="0"><tbody><tr bgcolor="#bbbbff"><td width="20%">NAME</td><td width="40%">PROS</td><td width="40%">CONS</td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#ffffff"><td>Character one!</td><td>Pros</td><td>Cons</td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#cccccc"><td>Character two!</td><td>Pros</td><td>Cons</td></tr></tbody></table>

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[orcsurfing]

NAME	PROS	CONS
Fili	Almost as charming as Gimli himself.	Mortal.
Kili	Mutual love for archery, most endearing.	Mortal.
Thorin	Because he would not expect it and he would hate to know it.	Mortal.
John	A strong man with a big heart.	Mortal? Immortal? He does not hail from Arda.
Hermione	A beautiful, caring and strong lady with beautiful hair.	Mortal. Too young. She does not hail from Arda.
Tauriel	Competent, attractive, beautiful hair, best friend.	She is too much like a little sister to me.
Celegorm	Attractive, intelligent, strong...	I do not know.
Thranduil	Greatest dad, elf, friend ever.	Greatest dad ever.

Mortal is shorthand for dad would not approve.

[chromosomes]

Technically remains have been found of... people like me.

But jury's out on what it takes to actually kill. Uh. One of us.

[ Him, really. ]

[orcsurfing]

I see. So you are the first of your kind after a period in which all has been forgotten... about your kind?

[ He doesn't even know what's going on himself, really. ]

[chromosomes]

Yeah, basically.

[orcsurfing]

[ He would not wish on John an immortal life, being human he deserves the gift of freedom. ]

I should hope whatever it is the jury decides, [ Yes, he's aware it's figurative. ] will not be a cause of further suffering for you.

[avisionofwar]

[ omg omg omg omg heart racing panic elation fuck ]

You keep a hunting-knife.

[ Not a question. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ His nerves still fry when they talk, and not quite in a good way. There is this very very physical response of no, while at the same time an odd sense of sympathy. ]

Always, 'tis a matter of comfort and it comes in use at times.

[ Not a question, yet still it gets a confirmation. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ Oh, there's a tremble in his voice, just a little; less of shyness than conviction and passion. He means every word he speaks. ]

I took your beauty once. But I... I'd let you take mine. In turn, and in faith.

I'd trust your hand on the blade and let you shear my locks to the scalp without fear, or worry, or grief. You looked upon me once, when we rode for safety in the forest, and I--

Whatever comeliness is mine is yours, Legolas. As I live and breathe, I think I will never be more bright than I was through your eyes.

[orcsurfing]

[ It frightens him, this intensity, and so Legolas looks a deer cornered and lost, staring in the eyes of a predator that instead of readying for the last attack... nearly prostrates itself for him. He stares, eyes widening in an instant, lips parted, slender, long fingers curling and uncurling. Such passion as he had never known before directed at him, such intensity in feelings and conviction that washes over him like a great wave in the sea, leaving him gasping for breath.

While his nerves choke him up.

Certain of those words filter through with such ease as they never ought to have had.

As I live and breathe, I think I will never be more bright than I was through your eyes.

Impossible to think, staggering to think it true, genuine the way Celegorm most certainly sounds to his ears.

Other words crash against the steady wall of his very nature that, no matter the suffering thrown at him, it seems to stand tall and proud. Legolas has not an ounce of cruelty in him, not even a smallest of seed or the sort of soil on which it could grow. ]

I could never... not now, not in a thousand years.

[ Is all he manages to respond with, in truth, his gaze shifting from Celegorm's face to the long strands, richer in colour than his own, so bright and long and so much like threads of finest silk. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ Celegorm misunderstands the refusal, a sudden, wounded hurt blossoming in his pale eyes, the confident set of his jaw slackening while he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, at a very real and visible loss. His hands flex at his sides, his pulse panicked, and the very eyes he was so eager to appeal to a moment ago he finds he cannot meet.

His flush is one of shame, and he ducks his head, bowing as one taking leave of another, mumbling an excuse of himself so swiftly that the words smear unintelligibly together.

He's gone in a blink, so quick that the leaves and grass don't even rustle. ]

[amplified]

( WOW HER FEELINGS ARE REALLY HURT )

[orcsurfing]

NAME	PROS	CONS
Lydia	A beautiful and intelligent on top of being a true lady.	Mortal. Too young.

[ :)? ]

[amplified]

I'm a Banshee, though! Maybe I'll live forever. You don't know.

[orcsurfing]

You still hail from a place far too different to my own home. [ He'd tap her nose if she were here. ] Grieving for loved ones can be difficult on the elves, you see.

[amplified]

You're afraid of loss. ( SHE WANTS TO LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU )

[inafadingcrown]

[Resists handing him a page long booklet of cons on Celegorm]

[orcsurfing]

[ He could use it, and he could see all of them himself too, but... things happened, things are happening, everything is a mess. ]

[caditquaestio]

[ ........................baby. What is this? Was asking you to open your mouth for extensive periods of time too much for a first date? ]

[orcsurfing]

NAME	PROS	CONS
The nameless charming gentleman!	Great charm and love of his voice.	Mortal. He has no name nor face to go along with that charm just yet.

[ :) ?? ]

[rues]

(Good thing she's not mortal. Technically. But she also did just start a minor war so... oops.)

[orcsurfing]

( IT DOES KINDA PUT A DAMPNER ON THINGS, CLARISSE, but you are still a great fighter with fabulous hair which is A+ in his books )

[brainiest]

... How old are you, Legolas?

[orcsurfing]

By now it is ninety years past one thousand.

[ Ahahahahahahah. Ask him how old his dad is. ]

[brainiest]

... A little bit older than twenty, then.

[ SHE'S SCARED TO FIND OUT........... ]

[orcsurfing]

[ Okay, he has to chuckle a bit at that. ]

A little bit, indeed. At actual twenty I was still barely as tall as my father's knees.

[ Elves grow up slower!! ]