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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Adventures of Theodred, Son of Eomer, ch 18-19 posted, 6-24-23)

Theodred's adventures as he travels with Freahelm, trying to find a direction for his life. (Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Humor) (19 chapter story)

Chapter 18 - (Sept, 45 IV)

Anbarad was not home when Esgalmir returned to change her clothes before going to the shop, but she thought it best to wash quickly and depart in hopes of avoiding him if at all possible. She felt certain he would want to question her about the morning, and she truly was not inclined to spoil a perfectly lovely time with his insinuations and attempts at twisting matters to his benefit.

She wasn’t quick enough. A brief knock signaled his arrival an instant before he rudely opened her door without being summoned. Fortunately, she was at least dressed before he made his entrance and demanded, “Well, what happened?”

“Nothing of consequence.” She busied herself about the room to avoid meeting his gaze. “He took me to the stable to meet the mare, just as he said.”

“What do you mean ‘meet’ the mare?” Anbarad asked incredulously.

“I mean ‘meet’, brother. I told you before. The Rohirrim take their horses very seriously, and for them a ride is not a simple matter. One must become acquainted with one’s mount first. All we did was stand in the stall and get to know this mare that he wishes me to ride, while he told me about her. He will return another day and expect me to actually get up on the animal. I am still hoping to persuade him that I am not physically up to this, but he is most persistent.”

“I see,” Anbarad replied slowly, and Esgalmir didn’t like the considering note in his voice, but didn’t dare look at him or ask any questions.

continue reading Ch. 18 on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46771651/chapters/121335865

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Chapter 19 - (Sept, 45 IV)

“You wished to see me, Uncle?” Freahelm asked, poking his head into Faramir’s study.

Although there was no familial connection between the young man and the Steward, after all the time he had spent in Faramir’s household, neither Faramir nor Eowyn had wished for him to continue calling them “my lord” and “my lady”. Freahelm was not comfortable becoming completely informal with them, and so they had managed to reach a compromise. Calling them simply “Uncle” and “Aunt” was formal enough for Freahelm, and informal enough for them, as well as satisfactory to them all.

“Yes, Freahelm. Come in.” Faramir waved him to a chair. “I hear you have good tidings – Belwen has consented to be your wife.”

Freahelm blushed and nodded. “I meant to tell you, but in the hustle and bustle of everyone returning all at once, I guess it got overlooked. We have not yet fixed a date, but I am to work with Gimilzor in the bakery, and will continue living here in Minas Tirith. I went home last month to tell my family, and King Eomer was good enough to release me from my place in the army, and as Theodred’s guard.”

Faramir nodded, and then commented, “Surprisingly enough, Theodred does not so have his head in the clouds over his own lady that he has neglected to tell me about some of your difficulties. I am assuming he has not broken any confidences in doing so, and I think perhaps I may be of some assistance to you.”

continue reading Ch. 19 on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46771651/chapters/121336045

#Eomer #Lothiriel #Lord of the Rings #Elfwine Chronicles #LOTR #Theodred son of Eomer #Freahelm son of Eothain #original characters

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glorfindels-archive · 3 years

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MERRY CHRISTMAS ASHLEIGH !! ✧*:･ﾟ ☆彡 for @shiremaiden

‘éowyn, éowyn, white lady of rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!’ and he stooped and kissed her brow. and so they stood on the walls of the city of gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air. and the shadow departed, and the sun was unveiled, and light leaped forth; and the waters of anduin shone like silver, and in all the houses of the city men sang for the joy that welled up in their hearts from what source they could not tell.

#lord of the rings #lotredit #tolkienedit #oneringnet #shiremaiden #usersansa #thcrin #legoilas #my edit #ch: eowyn #ch: faramir #s: farawyn #anyways this is a bit random but i know you like them and i wanted to do something a little more personal #than just a plain gifset so i just HAD to go with led zeppelin lyrics !!!#(also please excuse the black and white gifs i couldn't make the colouring work for that scene but i did add some #very random leaves from a william morris design to make up for it)#alright i'm done rambling in the tags #but basically i hope you like it and that you'll have a brilliant christmas !!!!

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dearemma · 5 years

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HELGA && SALAZAR AS TOLD BY ARI && LIVIA

@zmassani

#okay so i gotta be honest #when i came up with this gifset idea #i was like 'oh nice i'm gonna plot it all and never actually make it like most of my gifset ideas'#i even downloaded a bunch of stuff from my harddrive which is usually a sign i'll not do something #(does this make sense? no. but histoy tells me the better prepared i am for a gifset #the less likely i am of completing it)#SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS #and really quickly actually #this must have taken me one hour and a half tops??#30 minutes was just me skimming lord of the rings and yelling WHERE IS EOWYN #ch: helga hufflepuff #opp: salazar slytherin #otp: forge me

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colmfahey-archive · 7 years

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character posters ✯ ÉOWYN

My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.

#tolkienedit #lotredit #litedit #eowynedit #eowyn #tolkien #lord of the rings #multifandomsociety #moviesnet #tolkien ladies #ch p #*mine #*tolkien #*100 #*200

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fuckyeahfantasies · 7 years

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My lord, your son, he is dead. My lord? Uncle?

#lotredit #tolkienedit #eowynedit #eowyn #fantasyedit #series: the lord of the rings #author: jrr tolkien #ch: eowyn #*1k

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roamingbadger · 2 years

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Steadfast by roamingbadger No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: M Relationship: Eowyn/Faramir Other tags: Pregnancy, Light misunderstandings, Established relationship Summary: Seventeen years after their marriage, Eowyn fears Faramir is withdrawing from her. After all, both of them are getting older. An unexpected invitation to Minas Tirith for the midwinter festival brings Eowyn's fears to the forefront. Will they resolve their misunderstandings by the midwinter solstice, or will this visit divide them forever? Ch 1 / 5

#eowyn/faramir #farawyn #farawyn fic #my fic #my fanfiction #fic: steadfast #I made this instead of writing it lololol #but never fear it is almost finished and it's also going to be two chapters longer than I first intended #(whispers it's because I had so much fun writing the makeup scene)#anne of ingleside vibes for you AOGG fans out there

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unnamedelement · 3 years

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Please enjoy this promo for our 2021 @tolkienrsb collab, with art moodboard by @stormxpadme and fic by @unnamedelement. You can find the fic and art in the TRSB 2021 collection on AO3 (link to fic HERE). You can see the art on Stormxpadme’s page here.

Summary, warnings, characters, and video credits listed below the cut.

Rating: Teen Words: 11k Characters: Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Arwen, Eowyn, Faramir, Elladan, Elrohir, Elboron, Eldarion, Thranduil, OCs Ithildim & Gloreg Warnings: Implied, non-graphic sexual content in one chapter (PG-13), blood in Ch 3, grief and mourning, canonical major character death(s) off-screen, OC character death Summary: After the war, the stories say that Legolas son of Thranduil restored Ithilien to the "fairest country in all the westlands." But what was lost in its making, and what was gained? For Legolas, those things that haunt him are the very ones he holds closest. Those things that drain also sustain. These are the moments of beauty and despair that pinprick the patchwork quilt of Legolas' life in the Fourth Age: a handful of stories that, woven together, paint a picture, frozen in a moment of time: a world in a grain of sand. Vid credits: Video made on Canva with images provided by their Free Media License Agreement. (Except for the Tolkien map and images from Stormxpadme’s art.)

#trsb #tolkien reverse summer bang #trsb21 #trsb2021 #stormxpadme #unnamedelement #my fanfiction #legolas #gimli #thranduil #aragorn #arwen #lotr fanfiction #after the war

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

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Chapters: 17/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf, but that's more in the background/subtle, Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Boromir Lives, Fix-It, everyone has their issues but it's nothing worse than in My Land is Bare, Boromir pOV, Grima POV, Grima lives, Family Issues, (it's Denethor guys), Grima is a little more grounded, Boromir is ready to set everything on fire Series: Part 3 of swimming through fire Summary:

The latest installment of the Boromir-Lives LOTR rewrite. Helm's Deep has concluded and we are on to the Return of the King.

Boromir and Gandalf are off to Gondor to see what they can do to help. Aragorn, because he likes to take the most whack routes possible, is to drag the remainder Fellowship through the paths of the dead. No one signed up for this.

With our Rohan compatriots: Grima continues to be a hot wreck who is actually managing himself not half-bad, all things considered. Eowyn just wants to really, really fight the baddies. Theoden thinks everyone needs to cool it for ten seconds. Eomer has never heard the word "chill" in his life.

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‘Oh, yes. Didn’t he say? We knew each other, many years ago. He appeared one day out of the mist like an elf from a fable. My father, your grandfather, was fond of him,’ Denethor turns derisive. ‘Had far more time for the darling of Mithrandir than anyone else.’

Well this explains a lot, Boromir doesn’t think.

Denethor peers at Boromir for a long moment, looking at and through. ‘You are convinced of his legitimacy? That he is truly the heir.’

‘Well, he has the sword and a ring.’

‘That is immaterial, such things can be forged. What means a sword? Nothing. It means only what we allow it to mean.’

Boromir sighs. ‘Yes, father, I do think he is the heir.’

We have some more sieges, a nazgul arrival, and Lord Denethor "strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government" Son of Ecthelion at your service.

#Denethor isn't wrong #Boromir #lord of the rings #LOTR #denethor #aragorn #cycles of song #writing #swimming through fire #LOTR fic #aragorn x boromir

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shadowed-dawn-blog · 7 years

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Alone || Liam & Eowyn

Here she was, after Owle’s kind invitation to come to this tower. Her daughter in tow after their devastating lost. She hated it. She hated being here. She hated having to need help most of all. But she did need help so she took it.

She sat in one of the gardens her jaw tight as she explained to her daughter why they were and before long she understood and ran off to play somewhere in the tower. Eowyn still hated it. Her stayed set as she focused on the horizon, worrying the inside of her cheek with her teeth. This was never going to work. With her husband gone and a young daughter to raise she had no idea how on earth she was going to do this alone. Even if she had been told otherwise she still felt it and she definitely didn’t care to try to make friends right now. Who would want to sit and listen to her grieve?

She inhaled and exhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as her head bowed into her hands. Her elbows resting on her knees, but soon her ears were twitching at the sound of foot steps in the fallen leaves. “This bench is occupied.” She sounded, never lifting her head to see who it was.

He’d spotted the empty seat by the somber elf and moved to take it. His mind was a wash of other issues. Cases piling up on his desk, his partners spot empty, leaving him and only him to take on the grueling caseload. He was never around anymore. It was so bad he couldn’t be sure what his pack even looked like anymore. He wanted to check in with Talon and Damion but Julian and Phaedra had been the only ones he’d had the ability to reached lately. They all had lives apart from the pack despite living in the same large home in the community.

As he turned to sit he paused, realizing the woman had just told him off. That wasn’t typical, though perhaps she was saving the seat for someone. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, moving to stand again. “I didn’t mean to intrude I can find somewhere else to sit.”

@lydiyapxxrhiannons

#lydiyapxxrhiannons #ch: Liam Ainsley #opp: eowyn #thread: alone

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theivorytower-rp-blog · 7 years

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#taken fc #species: fae #ch: eowyn shatrov #fc: gal gadot

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dalleyan · 11 months

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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Adventures of Theodred, Son of Eomer, ch 14 posted, 6-10-23)

Theodred's adventures as he travels with Freahelm, trying to find a direction for his life. (Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Humor) (19 chapter story)

Chapter 14 - (begins March, 45 IV)

“Well, at least I suppose we may assume they have resolved their differences,” Freahelm commented, biting into some toast at breakfast.

Arawine and Theodred had disappeared into Arawine’s room at the King’s House after their reunion in the street the previous day, and not been seen since. Servants had taken them supper, but Theodred had not returned to the Steward’s house, and Freahelm was willing to bet the two had stayed up all night talking. He had considered taking some fresh clothing to his friend, but he had known the twins too long to think Theodred wouldn’t just turn up wearing something of Arawine’s, so he didn’t bother with it.

Faramir glanced up at the comment and smiled. “Yes, I think that much is true, and I am very pleased to see it. Boromir and I were that close, and I know what anguish it would have brought me to be at odds with him for so long a time.”

As Freahelm excused himself from the table, Eowyn teased, “You did not eat very much.”

The young man grinned. “Perhaps I will seek more later!”

Eowyn let out a hearty laugh, knowing full well exactly what he had in mind. “Well, if you do, give my regards to Gimilzor and Belwen!”

Freahelm tossed off a salute of affirmation and jauntily strolled from the room to the sound of the Steward’s chuckles. Once outside, he paused briefly to breathe deeply of the spring air, then turned eagerly toward the gate to the lower levels and a certain bakery of which he was particularly fond.

Freahelm’s assessment had been accurate – the twins had stayed up most of the night talking and clearing the air between them. In the wee hours, they had at last fallen asleep, not to awaken until late morning, when they finally washed and ventured forth. As it was really almost dinnertime anyway, they decided to combine both breakfast and dinner into one meal, and since Theodred was eager to introduce Arawine to Esgalmir, he suggested taking her to dinner with them.

Because he had slept in his own clothes, which were also rather stale, he borrowed something from Arawine and the two set out for the Fourth Level and Anbarad’s stationery shop. Elbragol greeted them as they entered, but knew that Theodred preferred conducting business with Esgalmir and summoned her from the back.

Whenever he was in the shop, Esgalmir always maintained a very reserved manner with him, which Theodred was careful to emulate, so he couched the invitation to dinner in formal terms. “Lady Esgalmir, as our business yesterday was interrupted by the arrival of my nephew, I was wondering if you might be available to discuss matters further over dinner today? I will be leaving the city to travel to Edoras soon, so I am rather short on time.”

She paused ever so slightly, then nodded. “Of course, my lord. Reaching behind the counter for a tablet of paper and pencil, she moved to get her cloak, though Theodred hastened to assist her with it, and offered his arm as they made their way to the door which Arawine was holding. Glancing back, Esgalmir said, “Elbragol, I may be a little longer than usual over dinner, depending on how much time our business takes to conclude.”

continue reading on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46771651/chapters/120469990

#Eomer #Lothiriel #Lord of the Rings #elfwine chronicles #LOTR #Theodred son of Eomer #Freahelm son of Eothain #original characters

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serasvictoria · 3 years

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10 tags, 10 characters, 10 fandoms

Thanks for the tag @tvserie-s-world!

1. Hvitserk Lothbrok (Vikings)

2. Chuck Grant (Band of Brothers)

3. River Tam (Firefly)

4. Ned (Pushing Daisies)

5. Monica Rambeau (WandaVision)

6. Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

7. Harley Quinn (DC Universe/Birds of Prey)

8. Darth Vader (Star Wars)

9. Ellen Ripley (Alien)

10. Eowyn (Lord of the Rings)

Tagging @captainkilly @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @quantumlocked310 @penguinated @howunexpectedlyso @bitchofdarkness and everyone else that wants to do it!

#tag game

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lostinfantasies38 · 3 years

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Ten Favorite Dialogues from 2020

I picked 10 dialogue exchanges that I loved from the stories I posted this year. A few of them are from the same stories, since I spent a good chunk of the year working on long fics instead of one shots or shorter stories. Under the cut bc they are lengthy.

I also realized that most of my zingers tend to be in my descriptions and don’t always make it into my character’s dialogue. I might have to change that.

In no particular order:

Dorian chuckled. “Honestly, you two are disgraceful. You can’t come to a club looking like sex on legs when you aren’t single. You’re going to give people a heart attack.”

“Jealous, Dorian?” Alistair needled.

“Insanely,” he replied smoothly. “Aside from myself and Zevran,”—he saluted the elf who shot him a saucy wink—“you’re the most attractive men here. And to add insult to injury, you’re together,” he sighed dramatically.

Accidental Alliance, a oneshot modern Cullistair AU

“Step two of the pie liberation was to avoid suspicion of the adults.” Evan giggled at Connor’s phrasing and thought he heard Alex snort in amusement, too. “Zoe’s job was to act as a distraction, which wasn’t hard to accomplish because Cynthia decked her out in this frilly monstrosity that every woman within a five-mile radius oohed and aahed over. She fucking hated it, of course, but it worked in our favor for The Plan. And yes, those are honest to God capitals, babe. Think Mission Impossible: Thanksgiving 2010.”

“Alternate title: Pie Larceny,” Evan quipped, overjoyed by Connor’s rich laughter. Alex definitely chuckled at that.

“Yes! Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m totally renaming it Pie Larceny.”

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

“It makes me want to wrap you in blankets and bubble wrap and smother you with attention until you’re sick of looking at me, though.”

A broken laugh tumbled out of Evan’s mouth. “Well, there’s a mental picture. What are you gonna do? Roll me down the street?”

“I’m working out the logistics, but rolling you around does sound kinda fun,” Connor teased.

Snorting, Evan retorted, “I mean, you do have practice rolling joints. Guess a bundled up boyfriend isn’t much difference.”

Connor’s borderline hysterical laughter almost drowned out Evan’s airy chuckles. “Jesus Christ, Evan,” he wheezed, shakily wiping away tears.

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

Returning his head to the shadows, he hissed, “Sister Agnes is milling around. I need a distraction so I can reach our room.”

Kai grinned and pulled a dehydrated pepper from his pocket. “Down the hatch.”

Gavin stopped him with a concern expression. “Are you sure about this?”

He snorted softly. “Please, I grew up eating these. My mum sends them because she knows I love them. They’re like candy. I’ll be shitting fire for a week, but they don’t hurt my mouth. I’ll burn hot and sweat like crazy though. Trust me, it’ll work.”

The redhead arched an eyebrow. “So you carry them in your pocket at all times?”

“No,” Kai answered irritably. “That’s why I needed Easton earlier. To act as a distraction for me so I could get it out of my room.”

Gavin sighed. “If you’re sure. I mean, we could brawl in the hallway, that would work, too.”

Alistair glanced around the corner. “Hurry up and choose. I’m not waiting forever.” Kai smirked and popped the pepper in his mouth.

“Well, that decides it,” Gavin groaned. Alistair tried not to laugh as over the course of a few minutes, Kai’s face visibly flushed in response to the spicy heat and sweat pooled under his hair, running in rivulets across his face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like you’ve got the sweat,” Gavin replied sardonically.

“Perfect,” he retorted. “Right, good luck, Alistair. If I fail to distract everyone, Gavin’s got you covered.”

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic - excerpt from Ch 11 featuring a few of my OCs and Alistair

Wrapping his arms around her as she hummed at the stove, he said, “Sirra and Alistair either just left my apartment or she only now deigned to tell me they’re gone.”

Eowyn grinned wickedly at him, checking the clock on the dining room wall. “My, my! Four hours later! Scandalous.”

“I wish you could have seen them. The magnetism! It was instant.”

She giggled. “I saw the photos. That’s more of Alistair’s almost-O face than I ever want to see again, thanks very much.”

He snorted. “Fair enough.” After a pause, Zevran chuckled, “I give them a month.”

Rounding on him in horror, Eowyn stared at him with wide mossy eyes. “You just said they were perfect together! Do you think we made a mistake?”

“No, amore mio. I mean, I give them a month before they elope. I might have been party to their engagement shoot today.”

She blinked slowly as the giggles built until she was clutching the kitchen counter in a fit of uncontrolled mirth. “Okay, that may be accurate knowing Alistair!”

“I’m thinking of changing my business cards. Should I add ‘Matchmaker Extraordinaire’ or ‘Signor Soulmate’?” he asked cheekily.

Shot In The Dark - Sirra Brosca/Alistair modern AU oneshot [dialogue shown is between Zevran/OC]

Cullen grinned with him. “Me either. Maybe we can improve your chess skills enough for you to graduate from mediocre.”

“Oh, ha ha. You and the others can have fun with that, thanks very much. Here I was hoping we could spend more time in bed,” he teased, sliding a hand into his curls.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the blonde retorted, “Of course, count on you to think how often we can sleep together instead of improving our skills.”

“That is how we improve our skills.”

“Training skills, you fiend.”

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, Alistair quipped, “Well, one of us has to be the boring one in the relationship. Glad it’s not me.” Cullen elbowed him gently in the ribs, chuckling along with his lover’s bright laughter.

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic, excerpt from Ch 12

“You’re not worthless,” Alistair whispered. The breath she’d been holding passed her lips with a tiny mewl of surprise. Still unable to look at one other, Alistair kept his hand on her wrist and she resisted the urge to scoot further away.

Sirra murmured, “You don’t know me, Alistair. You can’t say that.”

“I can,” he insisted firmly, his fingers pressing just a bit harder on her flesh. “It doesn’t matter who you were. When you join the Grey Wardens, all that matters is who you are. I may not know who you used to be in Orzammar, but I have a pretty good idea who you are in the sun.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 4

“I’m sorry, Alistair, I wanted to surprise you. Most dwarves in Orzammar, caste and casteless alike, have genital piercings. It’s cultural and unrelated to murder.”

His eyebrows climbed into his hair. “Even the men? How in the Maker’s name does that work?” Sirra opened her mouth to explain, but he hastily held up a hand and shivered. “Rhetorical question. Please do not answer that.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 14

“I love you, too,” she murmured, gracing him with a watery smile. “If I had known you were up here, I would have left Orzammar years ago and tracked you down,” Sirra mused, only half joking.

“Oh, really?” he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I can just imagine you sneaking into the droll monastery and breaking me out. I would have assumed you were a figment of my imagination, a desire demon, or Maker-sent. Regardless, I doubt I could have resisted the mischievous glint in your eyes as you crept in to find me in my smalls, surrounded by thirty other recruits, and told me to run away with you.”

Laughing, Sirra raked her short nails down his toned chest. “A naked teenage version of you? I would have taken you on the spot, letting the recruits feast their eyes on us, before dashing out the front door with your bare ass in tow.”

He closed his eyes with a lusty moan, and swallowed hard, his voice strained when he replied. “Definitely Maker-sent then. To think, we could have been on the lam for the last few years, making mad love wherever we went.”

Sighing melodramatically, Alistair smirked and playfully bopped the tip of her nose with his. “Ah, well, at least I have you now and that’s all that matters.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 17

10.

“Stop it,” Morrigan mumbled irritably.

Alistair feigned innocence. “Stop what? I’m sitting here like a good patient. I wasn’t even talking until right now.”

Yellow eyes bored into hazel as the subtle light faded around them, his shoulder apparently healed. “You know very well what. Stop staring at my hands. ‘Tis most distracting.”

“And here I thought it was my hands distracting you during the fight,” he smirked. “Not where my eyes happened to land. How could you have known that I might have been paying attention, if you weren’t observing me, too, hmm?”

Scoffing, Morrigan took a large step back and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest. “You are insufferable.”

Sheathing his sword, Alistair shrugged with affected boredom. “I may be insufferable, Morrigan, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.”

Snagging his shield from where it fell on the ground, he slung it over his back and murmured for her ears alone. “Besides, for a cranky witch who grew up in a swamp, they’re surprisingly soft and gentle… when they want to be, that is.”

You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’ - ch 2. Part 1 of 3 of Morristair written for @scharoux 14 Days of DA Lovers

#tag game #fave dialogues #my ocs #my writing #lostinfantasies38 #Sun Touched #FMWWYG #find me well #14 days of DA lovers #deh #dear evan hansen #dragon age #cullistair #sirrastair #morristair #evan x connor

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