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Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game - SotWK Answers

Link to game is HERE,

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was in 4th grade and my friends and I really wanted to date the Backstreet Boys. We discovered fanfiction was the most fun way to do it. We would write our lil’ self-insert love stories in notebooks that we would pass around and share. 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Pumped Up Pop. I’m a 90s kid and Pop runs deep in me. 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t think anything can be considered weird for a writer doing research anymore. But one thing I remember working extra hard on was researching how to pilot a jet for a Marvel action fic. That’s why I admire and commiserate with @scyllas-revenge for her helicopter piloting scene in BLCI. 

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Mix of both. Reader Inserts to make others happy, OC fics to make myself happy. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I would write an entire essay explaining this one, but in the SotWK AU, Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth are metaphorical avatars for the Valar couple Oromë and Vána, and were destined to be such (as they were destined for each other). The qualities they each possess which make them similar to these Valar--Thranduil's strength and skill as a protector/warrior and Maereth's gifts for nurturing and fertility--are what safeguard and sustain Eryn Galen for thousands of years, holding their people fast even against Sauron.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 

@talesfuzzy is constantly on my notifs since she likes so many of my posts on a daily basis. She also reblogs some of the best Tolkien content, which I often put into my own queue. We don't really talk, but she's like that friendly person you see on your daily commute whose name you might not know but you smile and nod to each other till they've become a comfortingly reliable part of daily life.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would LOVE a thrilling action fic where Thranduil and all five Thranduilion Princes march into battle at the same time and completely crush the enemy because there is possibly no greater or more fearsome fighting team left in Middle-earth. However, such a plot would violate my own AU’s headcanon, because in Thranduil’s family, there is a hard rule that the Thranduilions can never all be fighting in the same battle at once; Thranduil simply refuses to risk his family that way. 

I would hire/nominate/beg @ass-deep-in-demons to write it. If you’ve read her fic, “Under Our Darkening Skies”, you’ll know she’s the top pick for incredible and cinematic battle scenes. 

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I find myself reusing a lot of the same lines and expressions, especially when describing character emotions and actions. Sometimes I feel my writing is pedestrian and boring, especially compared to many other writers in the Tolkien fandom who have such eloquent, sophisticated styles and brilliant, creative word choices. I'm quite soppy and sentimental too, but that's just my thing. 

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Sadly, I have not had a pet since my early 20s. I had plenty of them growing up, though, including my beloved yellow Lab. Once my kids are old enough to share in pet care duties, we are definitely getting a dog. 

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talk to me about my Thranduilion Princes, pretty please! (There are many easy ways to be Moots with me, but this is a guarantee and the fastest way!)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I am lucky and grateful to have a solid band of supporters, but I want to grab this chance to send a special shout out to @achromaticerebus. She has been a big supporter of my Thranduilion Princes since she discovered them early on, she comments on ALL my Thranduil/Thranduilion stories, she gushes about them to me and with me, and her enthusiasm just keeps me motivated. She is not herself a writer, and it's so rare to find a friend so willing to just be a reader and supporter, when there's really no way to “pay back” her kindness.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Point out even just one specific detail or line of dialogue and tell me how it made you feel, your thoughts about it, or even ask a follow up question! I am most impressed when a Reader points out an Easter egg or interesting tidbit/headcanon/lore I included. I am over the moon when their comments show they are familiar with my other fics or my SotWK AU as a whole… it means they've really invested in my stuff.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I enjoy being wholly surprised (good surprises, of course), but I don't like being told “a surprise is coming” and having to then think about it or stress out until its arrival. 

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A work-related reminder, which is boring. So I'm gonna answer this question by sharing something I wrote in my “Scratch Dump” document that I use for my headcanon drafting: Inscribed on the blade of the sword was Mirion’s personal oath to his people, written in Silvan: “Until my last breath, I will serve.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

It’s probably because I’m fairly new to it (and because I enjoy the song/video), but the concept of internet friends Rickrolling each other as a prank seems so funny and wholesome to me.  

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I made a separate post answering this HERE.

Thank you to all my awesome friends who jumped in to send me these Asks! This was fun and made me feel good about myself as a writer. Love you guys! 

@lady-of-imladris @erathene @unethicallypleistocene @fishing4stars @Hobbitwrangler @quillofspirit @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niennawept @malzenn @melpomaenofimladris and that one Anon friend!

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The wonderful art of Kinko-White

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Thranduil, son of Oropher, the prince of the Great Wood.

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Daily Thranduil Project group

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Day 3: Making your own shade.

For the Summer Thranduil Bash August 6th-12th.

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Commissions are Open

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HAPPY BIRTDAY HUGO WEAVING

@dailythranduilproject

A very Happy Birthday to Hugo Weaving April 4, 1960. The brilliant actor who played our beloved elven lord of Imladris, Lord Elrond. *King Thranduil paid a visit to Lord Elrond in Rivendell after the cleansing of the dark forces out of Mirkwood. The elves were more laid back and merrier than before after their victory. Lord Elrond strive to play his part as a good host to everyone who visited Imladris. As such, he made it his duty to make everyone happy. It is already widely known that it's not easy feat to make the Elvenking laugh. But Lord Elrond succeeded in it (and he certainly took prode in it). And yes King   Thranduil and Lindir could be seen laughing heartily at Lord Elrond's joke.

*I came up with this story for this particular edit and this did not appear in any of the books, movies, etc.

Story by Narbeleth Elenath

For anyone who wishes to share my picture anywhere on social media, please include the link where you've found the pictures. Don't use anypart of them without permission Also, don't change anything ..

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Arthur, at your service! [6/8]

PART 1 // ... // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // ...

Relationships: Thorin x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth)

Content: Fluff, angst, rated T

Summary: You come from our world and arrive just before the quest for Erebor. You will accompany the company pretending to be a boy, yell at Thorin and all of Durin’s heirs will survive.

On AO3    -    Version française

Chapter 6: Journey to Dale

The festivities over, Erebor resumes its usual rhythm. Days pass then months. Still in the service of Erebor, you participate in several projects aiding or enhancing the mountain's reconstruction and often keep in touch with former members of Thorin's company. Fíli and Kíli still find time to annoy you. Princess Dís regularly invites you for tea or dinner with her, alone or with her friends. Thus, you gradually have acquaintances and even friends. Tauriel has become a friend of yours and she seems to have integrated Erebor. Especially since Thorin gets to deal with Thranduil properly.

Living under the mountain now for several months, you have your habits and your daily routine. However, one day, one of your projects asks you to go to Dale for a few days. Together with your colleagues, you organize a week-long stay in Dale with them. You are glad to go get some fresh air and see Bard and his children again. You let Dís know you are leaving in case someone asks you and you leave the next day.

The week gradually turns into two. The project is longer than you thought but you take the opportunity to visit Dale, partially rebuilt, with Sigrid and Tilda.

.

Departing in the morning, you and your colleagues return to Erebor at the end of the day. It was a pleasant trip, but you are happy to find your room.

You start by going to the room you are working in to drop off your things. As you enter, you see Kíli around your desk. Is he playing a joke on you again?

Kíli sighs and suddenly releases you. He rushes to get out. You don't understand what is happening to him, but it isn’t the first time he has been running around Erebor for one of his harebrained ideas. After putting down your things, you go back to your room.

- “Kíli!” you shout, making him jump. “Don't touch my stuff!”

- “(Y/N)!” he yells, rushing over to you and grabbing your shoulders like he is afraid you are an illusion. It's you? Are you doing well?!”

- “What?” you ask, grimacing. “Yes, I'm fine. It’s been a long trip, but I’ve seen worse.”

Arriving a few meters from your bedroom door, you hear noisy footsteps running towards you. Someone calls out your name and you turn around. Most of the former company is in front of you, breathless, even Thorin. You are more than surprised, especially seeing their shocked and worried looks. What happened while you were away?

You don't have time to say anything as Thorin walks up to you and hugs you. As strong, even stronger, than the hug he gave Bilbo after the eagles. You are also very happy to see him, but not to the point of hugging him. You close your arms around Thorin's back, patting on it to reassure him.

- “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you ask, breathing hardly because of the king's hug.

- “Are you hurt?” Thorin says, stepping back without letting you go.

- “Hurt? Not at all. I-”

- “Have you been kidnapped?” Dori asks.

- “Did you get lost?” Bofur asks.

- “When did you come back?” Fíli asks.

- “W-wait a minute. Let me breathe first.”

- “She's right. She's fine, leave us now,” Thorin orders curtly, turning the dwarves around.

The fire lit and your belongings put away, you can sit down on the two chairs near the fireplace. You were about to sit down when Thorin took your hands and squeezed them. As he still can’t make up his mind to speak, you begin.

The dwarves hesitate, surprised at the angry behavior of the king, then end up leaving, letting you alone with him while he still holds both of your arms. When everyone is gone, he turns to you and his gaze changes. His anger turns to worry. You look at him with a questioning eyebrow raised.

Since he doesn't tell you anything, you open the door of your room and invite him inside. He hesitates a moment before following you. You close the door behind him and invite him to sit in a chair while you light the fire in your hearth. But he gets ahead of you and orders you to put your things down while he takes care of the fire.

Thorin slowly releases you. He sighs and runs his hand over his face. You find it hard to believe that the troubled dwarf in front of you could be Thorin. He finally looks you in the eye. Despite the darkness of the room, you see dark circles under his eyes. All this fatigue you can see on his face is your fault? If he is in this condition because you've been away for two weeks, what will it be the day you go to the Shire to see Bilbo?

- “What is going on? Why were you all in panic? Thorin, tell me what's going on before-”

- “Mahal, where have you been?” he begins in a curt but sad voice. “We've been looking for you all over Erebor! At first, we thought you had been kidnapped and then we thought you were gone …”

- “I was in Dale for a project with other colleagues. I had told Dís about the trip. Didn't she tell you?”

You slowly approach him and put your hand on one of his forearms to try to reassure him.

- “Thorin, do you really think I would be gone overnight without telling you? I thought you trusted me more than that …”

You don't have time to continue as he pulls you into his arms again. You feel your cheeks heat up as Thorin buries his head in your neck. He strokes your hair affectionately with one of his hands. His other hand is on your back so that he squeezes you closer to him.

His scent envelops you and you stay in his arms for a while, not daring to move. Your heart is pounding, but you can feel his beating even harder through his clothes.

- “I was so worried about you,” he begins, still in your neck. “No one could find you. Your personal items were no longer there. Amrâlimê [my love], I even believed you had left or returned to your world. Next time, let me know before leaving for several days!”

It is the first time since the coronation you have found yourself so close to him. All the time you spent distancing yourself from him to bury your feelings is now wasted. You just want to hug him back, confess your feelings and kiss him ...

But as you gently close your arms around him, you can feel his royal clothes with the tips of your fingers; thick, silky, and adorned with gold. This electroshock reminds you who he is and who you are. You have no time to step back as Thorin begins to speak.

You stiffen up at his words. Does he realize what he just said?! Wait a minute. You may have misheard. No, it's impossible. He must think you don't know what that means ...

Thorin continues to stroke your hair as if nothing had happened. Oh. He strokes your hair ...

"Did you hear me?” he asks, slowly pulling away from you. Putting one of his hands on your cheek, he turns your head so that you are looking at him. He waits for an answer.

You have just returned from your trip. Everything is going too fast! You don't dare look at him and dodge his gaze.

- “A-amrâlimê ...?” you articulate with difficulty.

- “T-this is khuzdul,” he stammers, realizing what he just said. “Don't worry about it. Promise me not to leave without warning me.”

- “I-I promise you …”

Your eyes eventually meet Thorin's. Your answer makes him smile. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and his face gradually relaxes. Even his dark circles seem to be softening.

You wanted to play the idiot who doesn't understand Khuzdul, but your words go faster than your thoughts.

- “Thorin, w-wait a minute. Do you really think I came to this world knowing what was going to happen without knowing what “Amrâlimê” means?”

- “So you now understand what you mean to me?”

For a moment, you get carried away by his kisses. You totally melt and your legs slowly weaken. You forget everything around you, until one of his hands comes down to your buttocks and he squeezes them so that you are glued to him.

He continues to stroke your cheek and hold his gaze as if waiting for an answer. You mustn't give in! You just have to dodge his beautiful blue eyes full of tenderness, step back, tell him you don't feel anything for him and ask him to come out of your room.

Except that you can't take your eyes off him already. So when he comes closer to you and puts his lips on yours, you don't react. Well, actually you let him do it. And when he slides his hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss, you kiss him back.

You suddenly pull yourself together. You have to stop everything before it is too late, and you both regret it. You reluctantly part from his lips. You let go of his jacket, which you held firmly in your hands without realizing it.

However, Thorin doesn’t let you go. His hand goes up to your back and the other stays on your cheek. He smiles until you speak.

You catch your breath and dare not look at him. After everything you have told him, you don't have the strength to face his eyes. His hands let go of you little by little.

- “We have to stop this,” you whisper.

- “Stop what, Amrâlimê? I couldn't stop my feelings for you. I love you and from what I just saw, it’s the same for you.”

- “Thorin...,” you start by stepping back a little. “A few months ago, you thought I was a man. How can you say that now? But it’s not the problem. Thorin, I am human. I have between forty and sixty years to live, at the most. You will be alone for many years when I am no longer there.”

- “So what? I am already old. I have fewer years in front of me than behind.”

- “You must find a dwarrowdam who will stay by your side until the end of your days,” you continue without considering his answer.

- “(Y/N), if you know Dwarves so well then you know we only love one person our entire lives. So understand that I won't love anyone other than you,” he said, moving closer to you. “Give me the chance to court you and I-”

- “N-no,” you whisper, lowering your head. “I don't believe in one love that lasts a lifetime. This idea is ridiculous! Don't waste time with me. I'm not your One, Thorin. I'm not even from this world. We can’t be together. You must find a queen who will be of the same race and level as you ...

- “ ‘Ridiculous’, ‘Wasting time’?” Thorin says, gritting his teeth. “Even if you don’t feel anything towards me, know that my feelings for you are sincere. So don't tell me it's a waste of time!”

Well done, you made him angry ... Thorin takes a few steps back and turns his back to you. You look up at him and see him heading for the door.

- “What are you still doing here in Erebor if you don't want to waste time?” he shouts. “If a dwarf like me is a waste of time, maybe you should go to Dale or Bree, where you will be surrounded by humans!”

- “D-do you chase me out of Erebor?” you articulate with difficulty, feeling your tears rising to your eyes.

- “Do what you want.”

.

Thorin ends with that sentence and leaves the room, slamming the door so hard you wonder how it still stands. Sound echoes throughout your room and the entire corridor.

You didn't want it to be that way. It was all way too fast!

You don't even unpack your things. If you have to leave tomorrow or the day after, you might as well leave them as they are ... You lay down in your bed and despite everything that has just happened, the fatigue of your trip catches up with you and you fall asleep.

The next day, you don't work. Perfect timing! You start by taking a long, soaking-up bath until your fingers wrinkle. You then go to your room to pick up a book. Going through the kitchens, you prepare a hot drink and then you head for the ramparts. The fresh air will do you good.

You go to the small, quiet place where you go regularly when you need to calm down, for example, to avoid strangling Fíli and Kíli. Even if Thorin and Dwalin have already found your refuge once, you would be surprised if they came looking for you today.

Reading your previously purchased book in Dale, the day goes by faster than you thought. If the nights weren't so cold, you would be fine staying here all night. However, the sun begins to set, and you hear a voice saying your name. A female voice.

Dís smiles and sits down next to you.

You can't help but smile and Dís laughs lightly. You stay a little while staring at the horizon until she speaks again.

- “I often hid here when I was younger, when I quarreled with my brothers.”

- “If they were like Fíli and Kíli, I can easily imagine …”

You look at her as surprised as she is. Why did she come if not to tell you about your departure? Dís takes a deep breath before starting to speak again.

- “Since when are you here?”

- “Um, Durin's day is coming up, so I guess I've been in Erebor for almost a year. Why this question? Oh I see. Is that in relation to what Thorin told me yesterday? Don't worry, I'll be leaving in a few days. Just give me time to-”

- “Leave?” Dís shouts louder than she thought. “Wait a minute, did my brother tell you to go?”

You don't know what to say to her. First, you now understand the state of the company upon your return. Second, how does she know about you and Thorin. You thought you were discreet …

- “My brother has been unbearable since this morning. Even Balin and Dwalin prefer to leave him alone in his office.”

- “Oh, um, it's my fault. I-”

- “No. Well, yes. Let me apologize first,” she says, taking your hands. “I didn't tell Thorin you went to Dale. I know what's going on between the two of you and I wanted to force him to realize and react. It was very hard to deal with during those two weeks that you weren't here. But that's nothing compared to today!”

- “I know my brother well,” she says as if she could read your thoughts. “It’s not that hard to understand him once you know how he works. And I can see your gaze clearly when Thorin is near you. What happened yesterday?”

Lying to her would do you no good. You squeeze her hands in yours and tell her about the dispute you had with Thorin. She doesn't cut you off and lets you talk at your own pace. Once you are done, she strokes your hands and smiles at you.

You can't speak any longer. Your throat tightens. Now you know your feelings for Thorin are mutual, but you can't be together, it's even harder than before. He may be right finally. Maybe it would be better for you and him if you leave. Bree looked nice. And Bilbo is not far away ...

- "The problem, (Y/N), is that you hurt him," she says softly.

- “I didn't want it, but I had no choice. I’m a human, from another world, and he’s a dwarf. A King! I-”

- “No, I was talking about the fact you rejected his request to court you brutally and took his feelings lightly.”

- “But I don’t have-”

- “You told him the idea of One was ridiculous when I have known my brother for years. If he loves you, trust me, he will love you until the end of his life.”

- “That's the problem. We don't have the same longevity! When I'm no longer there …”

Dís lets you think and slowly lets go of your hands. Thanks to her, you understand Thorin's anger and regret what you said to him. You didn't have to reject his declaration like that and criticize One's idea. The princess's gaze is drawn to the horizon.

- “Even though my husband is no longer by my side, I was happy to have met him,” she begins softly. “He courted me. We got married and I never regretted having my two children. Even if I had known he wouldn't stay by my side until the end of my life, I would still have married him. What I mean, (Y/N), is that even if you're only together for a short while, you should enjoy it as much as possible.”

Her words totally troubled you. You weren't ready for her to tell you about her husband. After everything she has been through, she is able to stay strong and help you.

- “It's too late now,” you sigh. “He must be mad at me. He must want me to leave as quickly as possible.”

- "Considering his reaction when you left for two weeks, I don't think he'll let you go anytime soon," she says, laughing lightly.

- “But he said-”

- “He said that because he was angry. He won't let his One go,” she says seriously. “Possessive as he is …”

- “I'm not even from this world. I am not his One,” you retort.

- “By Mahal, of course you are,” she confirms, smiling at you.

Your cheeks start to blush. You didn’t believe this One matter at all, but Dís' words make you hesitate. No, no, no, pull yourself together!

Dís gets up during your reflection and invites you to follow her to dinner. You haven't eaten anything since this morning, and your stomach growl leaves you with no choice. You even get a little dizzy when you get up.

Dís and you wanted to walk discreetly in front of the door. But being wide open, Thorin sees his sister and leaves the room suddenly.

You follow the princess through the Erebor’s corridor. You know you are going to walk near the King's office, but you don't say anything. You will walk without stopping and without looking inside.

Except once you are a few feet from the office, you and Dís jump up at the yellings coming from the King's office, about incomplete papers and lying elves. The yellings are obviously coming from Thorin and a young dwarf comes running out and leaves without further ado. Under other circumstances, you would have burst out laughing but not now…

- “Dís, perfect timing. I can’t find Fíli and-”

When he sees you behind his sister, he loses words. His anger changes to surprise. Oh, he must be wondering why you are still in Erebor!

Dís' harsh, stern tone has cooled you as much as Thorin. The dwarrowdam's face is as harsh as her voice. Your gaze goes from Dís to Thorin. You haven't seen him yet and he looks even worse than yesterday. Oh boy, you have to sleep at night! He runs his hand over his face to calm himself.

- “I-I will leave you,” you start embarrassed, lowering your head. “I will go and prepare my departure for tomorrow.”

- “Your departure for tomorrow?” he articulates, catching your wrist.

- “Yes, yesterday you asked her to leave Erebor. Do you remember or was it the anger that spoke for you?”

All of this is giving you a headache. You start to feel dizzy, but Thorin is still holding your hand. You don't have time to hold on to something that your legs let go and you end up squatting on the floor. Thorin and Dís rush towards you.

- “I-it's nothing. I just got dizzy. I'll go eat something and I'll get better.”

Thorin's face finally turns to you. He is so close to you that you can smell his scent enveloping you. You freeze for a few moments until you realize where you are and in what position!

You try to get up slowly, but Thorin is still holding your wrist. Like he doesn't want you to run away. This isn’t in this state you could!

With just a few gestures, Thorin lifts you up like you are as light as a feather and carries you like a princess. Your eyes meet and you see his formerly angry and dull face soften. Still worried but calm. He quickly turns to Dís to ask her to find someone who could bring two dinners into his office. She nods with a smile and heads for the kitchens.

- “Y-your Majesty, we're still in the corridor. Can you put me back on the ground?”

- “No,” he said firmly. “We need to talk. Are you staying with me for dinner?”

- “Do I have a choice?” you ask, grimacing.

- “No,” he answers, carrying you to his office.

He puts you on a couch, ordering you not to move. How can he be so calm with yesterday's dispute?

Once the door is closed, he comes back to you and sits across from you in an armchair and serves you a glass of water. Only a small table separates you from him. You don't dare look at him, but you hear him clear his throat.

Has the king's office become the apology room? Neither of you dare say anything more afterwards this discussion. Fatigue and hunger make you yawn. Thorin sees it and stands up.

- “Please excuse me for yesterday. The anger made me lose my temper and my words clearly exceeded my thoughts.”

- “So you don’t feel anything for me?” you dare to ask.

- “No, this part is true. My feelings for you are real and whether you think it or not, they won’t change. However, I hadn't planned to tell you about it. Not right away, if truth be told,” he said with a long sigh. “It all happened quickly and when you rejected me I… lost control. Excuse me.”

- “Um, I have to apologize too ... I talked to your sister, and she made me realize I shouldn't have talked to you like I did yesterday. I never meant to disrespect you. Even if I don't understand your feelings towards me, I shouldn't have doubted you. And it's the same with the One’s concept.”

- “No, I was the one who didn't take your culture into consideration. I should never have raised my voice like this …”

- “I still have some papers to finish before they bring us our dinner. You can sleep on this couch, and I will wake you up when the time is right.

.....

You nod, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You are glad you got to chat calmly with Thorin. You are even more so that he has not sought to resume the discussion of your feelings.

The couch is comfortable, and you fall asleep to the sound of Thorin's handwriting and the papers’ rustling.

>>> PART 7

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[samayla]

I’ve really enjoyed seeing your thoughts on writing! Would you mind diving into how you get to know your characters? I have an idea for a story but am struggling to connect and get to know these new characters. (Which usually isn’t a problem I have so this is new territory!)

Ugh - been there! It always feels a little bit awkward trying to get to know brand new characters. 

One of the first things I do, no matter what project I’m working on, is retell the story from each major character’s point of view. Heroes, sidekicks, love interests, villains... Imagine for a minute or two that this is their story. Just start with a three-sentence summary, then keep writing if inspiration strikes. Why is that sidekick hanging around? What is the Big Bad’s beef with your hero? What does the love interest even see in this person? Remember that everyone thinks of themselves as the hero of the story. Take a minute to tell it that way.

You can go into as much detail as you like here, depending on how much you know about your plot. I go through this process several times during plot development, just checking in with all my characters, making sure they still have a reason to be invested. As my awareness of the plot increases, I’m always shocked at how my characters grow.

If you’re into this sort of thing, you could try doing a tarot reading for your characters. A quick Google search will show you all kinds of tarot spreads for writers, but I like to do simple, three-card spreads most of the time. I pull cards to represent three character traits. Or emotional/inner want, physical/outer want, need. Or I pull cards to explore the relationships between characters, or their feelings about one another or their circumstances. A simple question-answer format works great, and sometimes a single card is all I need to get the creative juices flowing.

Sometimes playing around with clothing helps me get a feel for new characters as well. There are plenty of online doll makers for you to explore. Doll Divine and Azaleas Dolls are a couple of my favorites, and they both have very diverse options for character creation. I go with my gut first for picking initial outfits, but then I take a minute to stop and figure out what that says about the characters. You’ll be surprised about what you find out. Is the clothing practical? Flashy or nondescript? Overly complicated? Are they always cold, or showing all sorts of skin? If it’s not very practical for what they do in their daily life, why would they choose it anyway? Are there cultural rules at play here? Is it an act of rebellion? Pay attention to how you feel when you wear certain outfits, and how other people treat you as well. Clothing is a surprisingly big deal.

My final - and arguably weirdest - tip for character development is to use placeholder characters. If you know a couple of things about a character, but haven’t fully fleshed them out yet, pick an existing character to work as a stand-in for now. Treat it like an audition of sorts. Sometimes you won’t know what you want in a character until you’ve tried several on for size. And in the meantime, using a character you know will help you stay at least consistent with their actions and reactions, you know?

When I started writing Magpie Grace, all I knew about one of my fairy lords was that he was male, very powerful, and unfathomably old. Not exactly a complete image, is it? I pretended he was Thranduil from The Hobbit for a while - even used his name in my earliest outlines, just to keep his characterization straight in my head - until I decided he was too cold and distant. This guy raised my main character, is her closest friend and confidante. I couldn’t see anyone getting that close to Thranduil, let alone turning out as spunky and empathetic as my MC did. I’m embarrassed to say that my next stop was at Carlisle Cullen, but he was too fakey. No one would believe he was humanity’s great benefactor. Also, Carlisle creeps me out, which is the opposite of the vibe I needed for my character. He’s the fairy who makes you forget that fairies are dangerous.

 I ran through half a dozen characters, ricocheting around and discovering what worked and what didn’t. In the end I needed a character you wanted to invite to be part of every situation, but who still stood out as exceptional, no matter where you put him. My fairy lord ended up being a combination of RuPaul (too out-there if left undiluted), Magneto (too holier-than-thou), Stanley Tucci (too soft and friendly) and a viking warlord (too chaotic and outright aggressive). I don’t even know, but somehow the combination works. He’s charismatic and flamboyant and self-assured and tattooed and dangerous and he does forehead kisses and pet names with the best of them. Everyone wants to be near him, and no one dares to cross him. I do this with characters all the time. The key to writing, especially during events like NaNoWriMo, is forward momentum. So hire a stand-in until you figure some stuff out. 

I hope some of that helps you out! Or it’s at least fun to try!!

Good luck!

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…

Again you sat at the dinner table, you had a semester left in school and then you were free, that is all you kept telling yourself. Each night you would sit, silently at the table eating until your father was done and then not a bite more. King’s rule, ‘No one eats unless the King does’, so when he would binge drink and pass out there was no lunch, no dinner and while he fought his hangover with an egg, Tabasco sauce and some juice you would sit at the table waiting until he got up to head to work. You would think he was in some dead end job, but he was the head of a multi billion dollar company, not the owner, but the head. Merely a very replaceable cog in the machine, and you were made to know that, daily.

.

With five half siblings you would assume that there were enough children to keep his eyes off you, boy was that wrong. The only child of his second, now deceased wife, a daughter after his oldest son and twin daughters, after you there was another boy, his joyous surprise with another mystery pair on the way. In the group of fiery straight haired Elves you were the oddball with pitch black hair always curled and knotting, pooling into your face hiding your bright purple eyes.

The rules, it would seem, were only for you and no one else. Naoi, your older brother got what he wanted when he wanted it, and always seemed to have a problem with you. His other sisters went ignored and his baby brother, who wanted to be just like him was adored, and since you were three you could remember always, anything precious to you was taken. All you had was a single female friend, Nellie, and when you reached your sophomore year she caught Naoi’s eye, not because she was his type, no, she was far too short, overweight and was completely far too considerate to even take the last napkin in a diner coated in sauce in case another person would need it later.

But all that changed on a dime. Even with her knowing exactly who they were she went with a twisted take on the old adage, “Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.” So she joined them, cold and distant she spilled all you had said to your brother and now there was hell to pay. It used to just be an ‘accidental’ shove here, and a subtle elbow there between routine trippings and Eru help you if you tried to tell your father.

You got perfect grades because he made it clear what would happen if you didn’t, five broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder spelled it out quite plainly, a lesson a nine year old should never have to learn. Silence was key, be attentive, but silent and unseen unless called and nights were not safe for you in that house. Beaten and broken you sat huddled in the library trying not to cry when an odd blonde boy approached you, without a word he saw your bag and picked it up. A nod of his head later and you followed him back to his house. Anywhere was safer than home.

Legolas Greenleaf, the glimmer of hope in your life, a new transfer student who had seen how your siblings treated you and how you would jump into the car as soon as it pulled up, knowing what would happen if you took too long. He put two and two together and was determined to help, after that day he not so subtly stalked you and found that day as his day to pounce. It was already set up, a spare room was all prepped for you, and in the lavish home with ten to spare with a busy Grandpa and Father both working on tv out in Greenwood, leaving him to his Grandmother’s care he had the time and ability to sneak you in. With a portion of dinner he had saved heated up he sat you on the bed sharing you were welcome here each night whenever you needed it. Eventually after five reaffirmations you stayed a second night eventually finding yourself there nightly, sneaking the meals Legolas had set aside for you.

But your new friend, at least with family, was far from sneaky. Taule, his grandmother, on the second night spotted Legolas and you in the kitchen and the black hand print on your arms made it clear why he was sneaking you in. You were clearly identifiable from her picking him up from school and she could see who he was hiding you from. A secret soon shared with her husband and son, who both ensured there was always a surplus of food to share and the spare room was never occupied by anyone but you and fully stocked for anything. Holding to the illusion until Legolas or you slipped up or felt the urge to share.

.

Tearfully you sat at the dinner table, eyes down, while the Teacher who had assumed your continuous late or mostly completed assignments were due to not caring got a front row seat into just who you were dealing with at home. His first glimpse of the current project he had assigned, clay busts of mythological creatures, was clear through the open door to the garage, nearly complete and a week early. The dinner went well, in theory.

But the usually argumentative student aiming to point out the vagueness of his questions and slides always stirring another argumentative student, Legolas, who was all too eager to plead for your case in extensions or expansions on the project’s ordered prompt. Now he knew why, all dinner Naoi was presented as the prodigal son and student when your teacher had heard from his former teachers he had cheated his way into tolerable grades and had been bribed into the best school in Lindon.

Each question he aimed at you found you cut off and looking back at your plate instantly making him reroute his plan to discuss your behaviour in class to praising you, praise that stirred a look in your father’s eyes while your step mother sneered at you in bragging about her own son. All while Nellie watched saying nothing. His exit only added to another revelation, Naoi had gone into the garage to your workplace, and after a trip to the guest bath by the door, your teacher saw him muttering on of your compliments as he swung away with a baseball bat destroying your workstation and project.

That night was your last straw, with the destruction of the project being half your grade. Your plan with Legolas of sneaking out what you could each day for him to carry home with him you had only the school bag you carried with you left there. For the rapid redos on your projects you had learned to make doubles, one for there to not arouse suspicion and another to be hidden in Legolas’ home in your now shared workshop above the garage he was assured his family would not disturb.

Bag in hand you snuck out once again, determined never to return to ‘fail’ them again. Outside the library again you stood smiling at your friend pulling up on his scooter to drive you home, grinning widely at the fact you weren’t having to go back and forth anymore. Set up in the spare room, now fully yours, you left your bag and snuck down the hall to Legolas’ slipping into his bed at his suggestion to hold you if you needed it.

An early flight home brought his father to the door with a grin, eager to surprise his son, only to stop hearing Legolas clearly consoling you as you wept into his chest. Painfully as it was he stepped back, respecting your space and waiting to surprise him. By his usual loud patterns of awakening his son had finally realized were deliberate, along with his avoidance of where Legolas had hinted you were hiding. All he wanted was to help, and if this was how they had to do it, so be it, for them at least they could spare you for holidays by planning trips and telling him to bring a friend ‘to keep him company’ through the years, knowing he would pick you.

…

Graduation came along with a proposition. Around the breakfast table Thranduil, on another of his surprise visits back home grinned at his son and readied to share the story about the ‘Sold’ sign out in the front yard. Legolas shifted in his seat knowing you were quietly standing in the pantry while Thranduil cleared his throat. “I know you might have noticed the for sale sign in the yard,”

Legolas nodded, “I didn’t know we were selling it.”

Thranduil grinned, “Well you got into Greenwood. I thought it was time you and your Gran moved in with us full time. It’s just an hour from the campus. Half that if you take the train in and they have great rates for students.”

Legolas lowered his eyes nodding, “I suppose. Since you’ve got it all planned.”

With a smirk Thranduil said, “Don’t worry, we’ve set up a small trip out to Gondor. You can bring Jaqi.” Legolas raised his eyes when he added, “It would give the builders a chance to finish the remodel her bathroom.”

Legolas’ lips parted and Thranduil stood, leaving the table to pull your hidden plate out of an always oddly empty cupboard to set beside Legolas in your former seat with the glass beside it while he filled another plate and glass for Taule, hearing her on her path down after her late night of writing. “You didn’t think we’d forget about you, did you?” His eyes on the slitted folding door to the pantry you were watching them through on his way to set up Taule’s place.

You slipped out of the pantry closing the door behind you to ease into your seat timidly only to lock eyes with the kindhearted and impossible handsome Elf determined to keep you safe. “We thought silver and teal would be a good color palette for your room, and since you’re both attending together it would make things easier.” Another smile eased onto his face, a warm comforting one making your heart skip as you nodded and reclaimed your fork to start eating again, folding the excess material on the sleeve of your baggy sweater in your free hand trying to figure out how long he knew you had been hiding through his breakfasts.

…

Jaqiearae Feren no more! You had taken your maternal grandmother’s birth name, she had been married twice and adopted before that, hoping it was far too obscure for any of your siblings or father to find you even half of Middle Earth away. “Jaqiearae Pear. I like it.” With a giggle from you Legolas eased his arm around your back drawing you closer in a congratulatory half hug on your way into the train to school. Finally you were free and able to do as you wished without worry of a shadow following you, though quite unknown to you the man you admired and not too minorly had a crush on was beginning to crack in his revealing he felt the same.

But age was a big factor, still barely sixty, same as his son, not to mention it would be a violation. You were to be protected, the role he had join in taking up, not to be ogled or thought of in a carnal way by any, and yet here he was, seeing your already matured figure and world stopping smile with a heart and humor far past any other woman he’d met before. Fifty eight was the legal age so it was publicly acceptable, but he did not want to damage what he had earned already of your heart. But that thought was about to be tested in a way he didn’t expect.

…

“Oh no…” Groggily you propped yourself up on the bed realizing fully just how far you had gone. It was your last week in Greenwood as you’d been accepted to a writing internship in Rohan, and to send the year off well you had attended ‘the biggest party ever’ alongside your best friend. Going easy on the alcohol was the plan, key word, was, but one jello shot and the buzz from the blue raspberry concoction later you both were head to head against the object of Legolas’ affection. However unrequited the blonde pined over the captain of the rugby team, Gimli Durin, while he endlessly teased and hinted your eagerness to stay home had a lot more to do with his father’s spike in lounging about after long days at work.

A pained chuckle came from your right as you also obviously naked best friend rolled over to look at you from under the hair over his face, “You know, I’m glad.” Your eyes widened and fell on him when your head turned seeing him sit up, “Think of it this way. We’re best friends, we trust one another, look out for one another, and honestly there’s no one I’d trust more to have my first time with.” He paused for a moment, “And my second through fourth.”

“You’re gay though.”

He shrugged chuckling, “I don’t know if I can technically still say that. I mean, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought. I mean Eli said he was just flat out ‘no’ when he tried having a girlfriend, and I don’t know if it’s just cuz it’s you or not, but it wasn’t anywhere close to bad. I mean, we’re both far from perfect, so, practice needed,” He chuckled seeing your still puzzled expression, making him scoot closer to cup your hand resting on your lap, “What I’m saying is, I’m glad it was with you.”

You blinked a couple times then said, “You called me Gimli.”

He nodded and grinned wider, “And I distinctly remember you calling out my Ada’s name.”

Your face flushed and you inhaled and blurted out, “We were drunk.”

“Clearly you’re just upset you woke up with the wrong blonde.” He joked.

“For the love of Eagles.” You mumbled and climbed out of bed wiggling on your underwear and grabbed your jeans to bounce into, “Seriously, he’s your dad! And, we just spent the night together!”

Legolas shook his head, “Ah, like it’s ever gonna happen again. Besides, he loves you. Heartbroken about your move.”

You shook your head, tugging your shirt on with a pointed glare on your way to the door where he said, “Jaqi, I love you, you’re my best friend. Nothing is gonna change that. Not even a drunken one nighter. It’s not a ‘we’re never gonna talk about it, never gonna see one another again’, I’d like to be able to talk and joke about this in the future. So we can get back to bantering about our crushes and terrible dates.”

You sighed, “I know. But hopefully this ends the teasing about your dad, I doubt he’d appreciate it.” You said before slipping out of the room leaving him chuckling until his curtains on a timer opened making him groan at it worsening his already throbbing headache.

Freshly showered and changed you readied to head off to school again, taking your seat with your simple and quick breakfast that ended when Legolas and Thranduil joined the table noting Oropher’s amused expression looking you over as you left your dishes in the sink and fled. Waiting until you had left the house Oropher asked, “Alright, what did she do last night and why is she avoiding you? Drunken tiff?”

Legolas shook his head and wet his lips choosing now to plainly say it and just let it breathe without it coming out later, “No, we sort of slept together.”

They both lowered their cups looking at him in shock as Oropher asked, “What? I thought-.”

Legolas, “Apparently we got so drunk we thought we were off to bed with other people.”

Thranduil, “I don’t-,”

Legolas smirked filling his fork again, “I thought she was Gimli and apparently she had another blonde in mind.” The men both stared at him while Thranduil’s heart began to race wondering just who you had intended to sleep with. “All in all I love and trust her. And I am assuming for a first time I couldn’t have chosen better. I think she’s just a bit stunned still by who she knew I thought I’d brought home and who I woke up with and how I’m comfortable with it.”

Oropher, “You are comfortable with this?”

Legolas nodded, “I mean, we’re not going to date.” Thranduil’s hand gripped his knee tighter under the table, “We love each other, we’re not going anywhere and hopefully we can joke about it and still talk how we do. It was our first times, we’re not going to just vanish. It’s a bit odd and a weird turn, still a drunken one nighter, but it’s a lot better than us waking up in stranger’s houses for a highly unspeakable first time, right?”

Oropher’s head tilted, “You do have a point.” His eyes lowering to see Thranduil releasing his knee and smoothing his hand a bit higher on his lap before grabbing his coffee cup again for a calming sip.

Thranduil, “Does Jaqi feel that way?”

Legolas, “She didn’t argue with it. I think she just needs a bit to let it settle.”

Oropher asked, “I have to ask, you used protection?”

Legolas nodded, “Yes. We were very safe.”

At Thranduil’s stifled irritation Oropher let it sit and asked more about school, wondering how he would take you leaving and how you were actually feeling about this.

… A couple days later …

Classes were through and you were back at the house again making sure you were fully packed but still you needed a few more things. Legolas was busy with his own final presentations and club meetings freeing you to think about what had happened. It truly wasn’t terrible, quite enjoyable, though mainly due to who you had wished it to be. The thoughts you had imagined having of being a terrible person for taking your best friend to bed only for how much he looked like his father while you were plastered.

That was entirely muffled by the knowledge that he had imagined you to somehow be Gimli, the massive fiery haired bushy bearded rugby player. That, all together puzzled you and the longer you thought on it the more you knew it was true, you wouldn’t have preferred some stranger to have your first with, you just wished your friend was right that it wouldn’t be a problem to the amazing father you had imagined him to be.

Down the stairs you trotted then froze coming face to face with the man himself. Smiling at you with a hopeful glint in his eye he’d always had for you lately after looking you over in your lopsided t shirt and jeans over your heeled boots. “Hi” you squeaked out trying not to focus on his flexing muscles in his tight t shirt and jeans with sneakers poking out.

Thranduil, “I was needing to pick out some things at the store, knew you’d need some things for your travels, care to join me?”

Timidly you nodded and he nodded his head to the side and guided you to the garage and into his sports car. Quietly you sat wetting your lips and buckled up folding your hands together on your lap, for most of the ride he tried chatting about the holiday trip he was planning for your first time back again until you paused looking over his face catching the same expression again then groaned rubbing your face making him ask, “What?”

Lowering your hands you looked at him, “He told you?!”

Thranduil couldn’t help but smirk at your befuddled expression, “Legolas might have mentioned why you have been a bit distant with him since the party.”

Your hands rose then plopped back on your lap making you shake your head, “Go ahead and ask.”

“Ask what?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, you’re bound to have a question in that head of yours.”

He chuckled lowly then wet his lips, an action not missed by you making your fingers curl together, “Are you ok? With it, I mean.”

“I, he’s my best friend. It’s weird.” He glanced at you, “How could I be mistaken for Gimli?! What the hell did he drink when my back was turned that I looked like Gimli. That made me grow a foot and a hundred pounds?!”

“I think it was more of, who he was thinking of, while you were together.”

“Ya, not comforting at all.” Making him chortle.

“Alright fine then, how far off were you then? He mentioned you were thinking he was someone else too. Another blonde?”

“That-, not telling.” He chuckled again at your creeping blush as you looked out the window trying to mask, “Never gonna happen.”

Unwilling to push the issue he skipped to a more puzzling question, “He, he was nice, I mean, he didn’t hurt you?”

You glanced at him shaking your head, “No. It, um, you really want to talk about this?”

He nodded, “Sex shouldn’t be a taboo topic. You can talk to me about anything.”

You wet your lips again then nodded, “Ok. Um, well, it was mainly focused on him. It wasn’t actually, there-, we focused on him mostly.”

“You,” he paused wetting his lips, “enjoyed it?”

With a playful grin you asked him, “Are you actually asking if your son was good in bed?”

He let out an awkward chuckle, “Um, I, I can’t help but be curious about it?”

You weakly chuckled saying, “Well, not really a great judge. It wasn’t bad like most first time stories are. He didn’t make any absurd faces or noises or shout out ‘boom goes the canon’ or anything,”

Thranduil chuckled again, “Boom goes the canon?!”

“It, you hear things in college. Harven Glikkon in the Drama club shouted that at the party after he got a blow job.” Making Thranduil chuckle again, “But ya, he’s pretty good and he wasn’t, completely off on the, giving side.”

In another glance at you he asked, “Giving side?”

“Um, he, tried, to reciprocate.” Thranduil nodded through his creeping grin, “I mean, you think about it, oral on guys is a lot easier of a concept, so I mean first try for a guy not even supposedly on the team,”

Thranduil chuckled out, “Quite an accomplishment then.”

You nodded unable to help but giggle, “Yes. Exactly.” You wet your lips and glanced at him, “I think the main thing is, he said he didn’t mind it.”

Thranduil’s brows pressed together, “Didn’t mind it?”

“That’s what he said. Like he’s heard stories about gay men being repulsed by the thought of being intimate with a woman. And he said he wasn’t sure if it was because it was he’s so comfortable with me, or if he might, I don’t know, be, bi, or, I don’t know.”

Thranduil nodded, “Hmm. You still comfortable with him?”

You nodded, “I love him, that won’t change. When I think about him I don’t think about having sex with him. He is attractive, just, he’s not my, guy..”

Thranduil smirked, “I get it. He sort of said the same thing.”

“Ah. He say if I make any weird faces?”

He chuckled again, “No. You will have to ask him about that.”

“Ooh, so you’re trying to get all the details from me. I see how you work. Trying to pull one of your work tricks on me.” Giggling in your glance at him, “Pretend like he spilled it all, lull me into a false sense of comfort. I see it now.” Making him chuckle again.

“I am not using tricks on you.” You caught his eye as he parked saying, “I promise.”

You nodded, “You’re right, your face is too happy to be doing your tricks.”

“Too happy?”

Moving your hand you gently pressed his brows lower, “Brows like this and your face goes all straight and your voice deepens too.”

“Ahh, you’ve been watching then?” He chuckled again, “A lot it seems.”

“Enough.” You giggled climbing out as he turned to climb out himself, almost forgetting to unbuckle first.

“Sure, downplay it.”

You walked around the back of the car as he stood holding his hand on the door smiling at you. “Keys.”

He raised a brow then turned ducking into the car, “Keys, right.” Switching off the car and pocketing the keys to stand beside the car as he locked it, “I bet you’re our biggest fan.”

Playfully you nodded, “Oh yes, I love watching you make men three times my size squirm in their suits. And that glare you give them when they’re lying, ooh, chills.” He laughed loudly at your faked shiver as you giggled.

“And it’s not even close to what Ada does.”

“Ooh, no. I can’t imagine getting into trouble with him as a kid. Just the look alone, and that brow twitch-,”

He chuckled again grabbing a cart for you both, “I have been trying to master that for decades.”

You smirked up at him, “How does it feel to be on a nationally syndicated tv show with not one, but two of, the best, interviewers in all of Greenwood?”

He chuckled again at your interview like question, “Wow.” You giggled again and he chuckled, “We are far from the best.”

“Oh stop comparing yourself to that talking moose on channel five. He can’t even find a shirt that fits let alone go an episode without saying caboose.” Making him smirk wider, “Thought he’d have a heart attack with glee on that train episode.”

“True.”

…

A couple days passed and you were taken off to the train that would carry you off to Rohan. Legolas was beside you for his own internship through the summer break in Gondor. Tightly you were hugged and he darted off, with Oropher chasing after him with his passport he’d forgotten after stealing a hug from you of his own, leaving just you and Thranduil. Anxiously he looked down at you. After your hug and pair of anxious chuckles before you said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be the holidays before you know it.”

He nodded and stole another hug making you giggle then step back, turning as you did, “Stay safe, and go kill it.” His hand accidentally patting you on the butt making him blush immediately at using his coach’s send off when he would get put into games in school.

“I, um, I’m sorry, rugby flashback.”

You giggled and shook your head, “No worries. Very motivating.” Making him let out another awkward chuckle, “See you.”

He nodded, “See you.” Watching you trot off into the crowds to head off to your gate leaving him to walk back to the car inhaling deeply, “Why..” he stared at his hand when he climbed in the car asking it again, “Why?”

It wasn’t so much of a tap at all but all the way to Rohan you could still feel where his hand had made contact, and it most certainly made your plan of focusing on your book more difficult at the thoughts it stirred up of your imagined night with him. A habit lingering until you were back again.

Pt 2

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Valentine Doodles

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by TheMirkyKing

A collection of doodles I did for Daily Thranduil Project- Valentines For Thrandy on tumblr. Hope you enjoy!.

Words: 85, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien)

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Barduil

Additional Tags: Valentine's, Line Drawing, color drawing

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Belong

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by moonofmorrigan

Written for The Daily Thranduil Project's picture book theme for this October.

Lisa is a woman who has dreamed of the same ethereal being (Thranduil) since she was a child, when she grew up her dreams became for vivid and sensual. It affects her life, and finally she must decide if her dreams are just dreams or are in fact reality.

Words: 3996, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Original Female Human Character(s)

Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Thranduil is a Fae, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Magic, Kissing

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Secret Scarves Pt 1b

Pt 1 - Pt 1a

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 … Knitting Bandit … Nearly to Christmas …

Two months after the glitter prank you found your thoughts still running to Fili several times, and the fact he was constantly keeping an eye on you made it harder for you to relax like you used to. Especially with Legolas, Ori and Nori all sharing more and more how your accidental or unintentional actions and wordings had brought out a teenage like swooning fit from one of them. All this found your knitting habit growing incredibly, that day you had finished your latest hat, a deep maroon one, that all you could imagine about it was that it would look perfect against his gold hair. In between your classes you found yourself within touching distance of him, which gave you an interesting idea.

It was another gorgeous day at Greenwood University. You spent your walk to your Physics class admiring the falling leaves around you. Feeling the crisp air around you even through your deep green sweater and your silver scarf and your leather coat on top with your long curly black hair bouncing around you with a deep green knitted hat on top, your black jeans, thick maroon knitted socks up to your knees with black high heel boots on top. Even with the five inch heels you enjoyed wearing you were still barely 5′7 leaving you nearly a foot shorter than everyone else with your heels.

You weaved through the crowd of people spotting a flash of gold in the distance. Followed by the sound of Fili and his brothers’ laughter from the other end of the courtyard making your heart beat faster followed by you feeling a bit dizzy as you spotted his smile growing as he spotted his cousin Gimli and his massive red ponytail and matching scruffy braided beard, wrapping him into a hug. Your eyes darted away as you passed them continuing to your classroom.

…

As he greeted his cousin Gimli he spotted you again, the woman plaguing his every thought and dream since you shoved him. Walking through the courtyard as the red and gold leaves surrounded you, spotting a small spark running through your eyes as you glanced at the falling leaves. He wished so greatly that you would look at him like that, he hoped one day he would see you smiling at him that way.

He snapped out of his conversation with his cousin as he spotted the time and headed for his next class, usually finding himself crossing your path once again. But this time he didn’t spot you, he continued on as his heart sank until he felt something touch his head. He reached up and grabbed it off his head, seeing the Maroon knitted hat, glancing around at the now nearly empty courtyard, he gripped it tighter placing it into his bag and heading for his class. Barely able to focus between his thoughts of you and his new hat, inspecting every inch of it. By the end of class he slipped it on and headed out for his next class with his brother in their uncle Dwalin’s class.

Kili did a double take as he spotted him, “Where’d you get the hat”

Fili, “Someone just put it on my head.”

Kili, “Hmm.” they headed into the classroom as Dwalin spotted him, walking over, “What’s with the hat? I buy you one for Christmas, and you’re too pretty for it. Now you show up with that one.”

Kili chuckled as Fili answered, “Someone slipped it on my head before my last class.”

Dwalin crossed his arms and let out in a growl, “Take your seats.” as he walked back to his desk.

…

You sat in your class and glanced at the picture of Fili you had snapped after slipping your hat on his head, smiling at the look of confusion across his face as he touched the hat. Switching the camera off as Ori sat down next to you.

Ori, “You seem happier today.”

“Just planning something.”

“Need some help?”

A smirk ran across your face, “Maybe later, I’ll let you know.” your happiness making him smile as he smiled in return at how close you two had become.

…

After the end of your classes you took Dwalin by surprise barging into his class just as he was leaving for the day. His brows rose curiously eyeing your slightly askew ponytail drooping to the side, frazzled state and the familiar jacket covering you. Stopping at his desk you pointed at the jacket, “Do you know whose coat this is?”

He nodded, “That’d be Kili’s.”

Your brows furrowed before you remembered Kili usually using that class to text his girlfriend way in the back row of that class behind you. Though today you’d sworn you’d heard him whisper something to you after you’d fallen asleep in class, contorted into an awkward shivering pile with your legs pinned against the attached desk. Your late night gym session hadn’t help you sleep at all and thankfully your last two courses were nothing but exams giving you at least a few naps before heading home to work on yet another assignment. “You wouldn’t happen to run into him after school would you?”

He nodded, “We’re neighbors, him, Fi and the two Ri’s.”

Your brow rose causing him to shift on his feet curiously, “You’re Ori’s neighbor?” The hours of admitions of you’re being perfect for his neighbor after his hearing you play the piano tucked in a corner of your library, a neighbor that plays the harp beautifully enough to make anyone cry.

He nodded, “Me and Thorin.”

After a sharp inhale you tried and failed to ask casually, “Which one of you plays the harp?”

His brows furrowed through his puzzled smirk causing his arms to cross, “Thorin.”

With a sharp exhale you blurted out, “That ass.” Then turned and went to walk to the door as Dwalin couldn’t help but laugh at your stop when Thorin entered his doorway and smirked at you.

Thorin nearly purred, “Miss Pear.”

His eyes shifted to Dwalin as he walked closer saying, “The ass himself.”

Looking down at you again Thorin’s brows raised curiously before his smile grew at your growing blush as you stammered back, “I did not call you an ass!”

Dwalin nodded with another chuckle, “Aye, ya did.”

“No, it..” you sighed, “The ass is Ori.”

Thorin crossed his arms with an amused smirk, “Really now? How’d he manage that?”

Dwalin, “Apparently it’s got something to do with you and your harp.” Earning another curious glance from Thorin which gained a confirming nod in return.

“I, am not getting into this. Bad enough with them.” You walked past Thorin as they chuckled again through your exit.

Thorin eyed your rapid walk and blindly asked his cousin, “Why’s she in Ki’s coat?”

Nearly twenty feet away you called out sharply, “Kili’s coat!” In your turn they chuckled again watching you walk through the stunned group of students heading for their cars before moving on again. Through the door you shrugged out of the coat and gripped it, eyeing Thorin, the closer of the two who turned to face you completely dropping his hand as he did. The hand you were going to pass it to was now around his thigh but that did nothing to stop your determined urge to pass it to him and flee promptly. So naturally your hand continued its former path to land firmly across his pecs widening his smile as they held in their chuckles at your deepening blush as you mumbled, “Your hand moved.”

Dwalin couldn’t help but chuckle as he fired back, “Good thing you didn’t aim lower.”

Inhaling sharply you straightened up feeling your hair shifting through your goose bumps as Thorin’s hand rose to land on the coat, brushing his fingers along the back of your hand and unclenching fingers smiling at you adoringly in your rapid turn and hurried bouncing path back to the door where Thranduil blocked your way and smiled instantly at your current pinking state. Through his amused smile he asked, “Everything alright? I heard shouting.”

Dwalin drew his eye as he responded, “She had Ki’s coat, Thorin plays the harp and Ori’s an ass.” He glanced at you with a wink when you glanced back at him, “Did I get it all?”

You forced a sarcastic smile back at him before mumbling, “I have to go” only to squeak through your crash into Thranduil’s chest when Fili and Kili stepped around him to join their Uncles waiting for a lift home again. As soon as you’d bumped into him he let out an awkward chuckle when you stepped back hearing Fili and Kili asking what was going on before Kili glanced at his coat resting over Thorin’s shoulder and cheerfully said, “My coat!” Then quickly pulled it on and smiled watching you meet Thranduil’s eye then rest your hand on his left elbow to keep him in place as you walked around him. 

Without a word you exited the room and got lost in the crowd in your path to wait for your Uncle by his car, one that was already gone reminding you of his date after his last class, signaling your turn to walk home trying to shake off your blush from first the conversation and second your obvious reaction to contact with them.

…

You spent the next week covering him in scarves and hats daily as you snuck past him, adding to his confusion, and to your collection of reaction photos. Today you had invited Ori over to finish your project, you left the room to get some snacks for you two, leaving the photos for him to choose from across the table. Ori flipped through them, stopping on one that drew his attention. Out of the endless black and white photos you had both snapped. Pulling it out seeing a bright blue scarf wrapped around his cousin’s neck, running his hand over it and smiling. You walked back in the room noticing the picture he was holding fighting the urge to pull yourself back into your box, as you smiled at him setting down the snacks.

Ori held the photo up to you, “You snapped a picture of my cousin?”

“Yes, I did.”

He nodded and his face twisted curiously, “Why?”

A smile twisted across your face, “I made the scarf. Wanted a reaction photo.”

A smile ran across his face “You’re the one whose been giving him the hats and scarves?” You nodded, “Is this payback for his glitter bombing Nori?”

“Not exactly. I knit when I get nervous, I have a mountain of hats and scarves and socks.”

“OOOH socks!!! He wears a size 9 shoe, make him socks, that will drive him crazy. I think I know where some old gloves of his are as well.” His growing on your scheme made you giggle.

After finishing your project you showed him the room full of your creations and he helped you pick your color pattern for next week.

…

Legolas, “You should do blue next.”

“Hmm?” Your head turned to find him holding one of your scarves.

“For Fili.”

You rolled your eyes laying across your bed that he happily sprawled out beside you, “Ori told you…”

“Ori knows?”

Your head turned to face him, “How’d you hear about it then?”

He chuckled softly, “Spotted it in your bag this morning. So how’d you come up with the plan?”

You shrugged, “Just had an extra hat in my bag and it popped in my head on my way to class when I was supposed to pass him again.”

After he glanced at your stack of yarn in your open chest along the wall he asked, “Any silver yarn?”

You met his gaze when he turned back spotting his plotting smirk, “Why?”

“Just wondering if you might be planning on anything, silver, for Christmas.” Your brow rose and he pulled out his phone seeing the message from his Father about their dinner plans with the Durins. He stood with a sigh pulling out a sweater from his bag he casually left on the foot of his bed after giving you a hug, “Gotta go.”

As you sat up you grabbed the sweater and followed him to the door asking, “Forgetting something?”

His eyes dropped to the sweater in your hand causing him to smirk at you, “Not mine.”

Your brow rose and you held it out and spotted Greenleaf across the back of what was obviously a rugby team sweater before you lowered it to catch his growing smile, “Leg!”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Like I said, not mine.” He winked at you, “Think about it, silver, Christmas…”

“Leg, I can’t keep this…”

He chuckled softly, “Better work fast then, it’s his favorite for lounging.”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Hold on then, I’ll draw an outline.”

He chuckled following you back to your room where you used a strip of ugly wrapping paper you had left to trace it and pass it back. “Sure you don’t want to keep it for a night or so?”

You fired back with a playful smirk of your own, “I am not snuggling in your Ada’s sweater.”

He nodded and reached over grabbing your body spray and gave it a few sprays then chuckled through your soft gasp before he winked and fled the apartment as you rolled your eyes and dropped onto your back across your bed groaning about his scheming. But sure enough by the next night you were visited by the equally as mischievous Ori and Nori. Both clutching their Uncle’s sweaters, along with pre-traced copies of them for you they left out and stole a few spritzes of their own when you were in the bathroom on their visit after having heard of the act from Legolas the night before.

… Ori managed to sneak you the gloves the next day and Fili was shocked the next day when he went home without a hat or scarf. His irritation rising as he made his way home, tossing his bag on the table next to Thorin and Dwalin locked in a hushed conversation about their favorite sweaters.

Thorin, Dwalin, “HEY!”

Fili whispered, “Sorry…” as he dropped down into his chair and Ori quietly turned on his camera on his phone to catch his reaction. He dug through his bag, stopping suddenly as his hand felt something at the bottom of it, gently pulling it out, a smile running over his face as he pulled out the purple to silver socks.

Thorin, “Why are you smiling?”

Dwalin, “Why are there socks in your bag?”

Kill ran over to inspect his present, “Ahh the Knitting Bandit struck again.”

Thorin, “Knitting Bandit?”

Dwalin, “Let me guess the person who’s been sneaking those hats and scarves on you each day?”

Fili, “Uh huh.”

Dwalin, “Still no clue who it is?”

Fili, Kili, “Nope.”

Thorin glanced over as he rubbed his neck, seeing Ori smiling at his phone as he sent you the picture. His brother Nori caught it, raising his eyebrow at him, and Ori shoot his head slightly trying not to tip off the others, Thorin fought back his smile as Dwalin caught on to his gaze, glancing at Nori and Ori then back at Thorin who shook his head slightly.

After they headed home for the night Dwalin dropped his papers on his desk and turned to his cousin, “Alright, what am I missing?”

“Ori snapped a picture of Fili.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, he knows this so called Knitting Bandit.”

A smile ran across Dwalin’s face as he crossed his arms and leaned on the table behind him, “So he’s finally getting them back then? Knew it would happen eventually, he’s certainly smart enough for it.”

…

Over the next few days he received more hats and scarves until there was another day without one, he got home and dumped out his bag out on the table, his face twisting as he didn’t find anything. He dropped into his chair and slowly shoved everything back into the bag, the obvious hurt look on his face made his cousins Kili and Nori and his Uncles looked over at him.

Kili put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “You alright Fi?”

Fili nodded and he reached up to pull of his jacket, as he did his hand grazed his pocket, feeling something made of yarn. He dug through his pocket and jerked out a pair of gloves, bright silver, Ori quietly snapped another picture which this time Dwalin spotted, as Fili’s face twisted into a bright smile as he pulled them on, “They fit perfectly.”

Dwalin mumbled, “Kind of like the pair I bought you a year ago.”

Thorin chuckled as he whispered to his cousin, “Let it go Dwalin.”

This time Nori got a good look at who his brother had sent it to smiling as the pieces slipped together, remembering the smile on your face the first day Fili got one of his gifts.

…

Nori managed to sneak it to Thorin that he had an idea about who was pranking Fili, making both of the Uncles laugh at the prank and your involvement.

The next day as you handed in your paper in Thorin’s class, he held you after informing you he had some extra credit work for you, as he had done several times before. He handed you the packet of sheets and smiled as you glanced over it, “So I hear you like to knit.” Your eyes snapped up to his and your mouth opened slightly making him chuckle again, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Shooting you a wink as you blushed turned and walked out still lost for words thinking to yourself, “How the hell did they manage to have an entire family of gorgeous men, and those eyes, those smiles”, but for Thorin, it was the voice that just melted you.

And apparently he had informed Dwalin and Thranduil as well, earning several knowing smiles and a few winks from them as well as they slipped you their extra credit as well adding to your nerves a bit and reminding you that Thranduil and his son were equally as tempting.

…

The day before a holiday break you were headed for your usual sneak attack when you spotted Fili in the parking lot from a window in the library, he was making out with the sister of a girl in your photography class, Kelli. You put your books back and quietly headed to your next class, taking your original path from before your knitting plan, feeling the air getting squeezed out of you. You managed to get through Dwalin’s class and packed your things, you nearly made it to the door until you felt it. You stopped in your tracks as your hand started shaking a bit and you let out a shaky breath, Dwalin spotted the tear running down your cheek as you continued walking to the door.

He managed to stop you as you walked out, gently grabbing your elbow, stepping in front of you, “Are you alright.”

Your lip started to shake and you covered your mouth as the tears started to fall down your cheeks, as you shook your head no, letting out a small squeak. He took in a deep breath, “You have Denethor’s next right?” You nodded, “I’ll message him, Let’s get you something to eat alright, get you calmed down, he’ll save the work for you.” He led you through a barely occupied back path to his car, then back to his place and made you a stir fry after having settled you into the softest chair he has as he messaged Denethor, who was more than willing to save you the work for you. As the food was finished cooking you had calmed down and had stopped crying.

He gave you more than a few helpings and tried to ask you about it but you simply told him, “It wasn’t important. I just over reacted. I’m better now thank you.” I’m sorry to have spoiled your lunch,” You said as he took your dishes and walked back to you.

He waved his hand and rubbed your arms, “No need to apologize, you haven’t spoiled anything.” as he wiped your cheek Thorin walked in through the door, spotting you and more importantly your tear stained cheeks, seeing a surge of rage fly over his face as he dropped his bag and walked over to you.

Thorin, “Are you alright?”

You smiled at him, “Better now. Professor Dwalin has been very kind.”

Dwalin turned to his cousin, “There’s food on the oven if you want some.” he glanced at his watch, “I have to get back, what’s your next class?”

“Photography with Professor Minnas.”

He nods and says, “I’ll let her know you’re going to miss it.”

“But..”

“No buts, you stay here and relax.” Pointing at you giving you a gentle but stern look, flashing the same smirk that made you feel your heart skip, showing his sweet side as you nodded and he turned to grab his things and leave.

Thorin came back to your side with a wet wash cloth and held it at your eye level, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” as he wiped off your cheeks and the small bit of your so called waterproof eyeliner you had smudged as you wiped your face earlier. Whispering, “Thank you.” Smiling again.

He gave you a concerned glance as he knelt before you, “What happened?”

You smiled again, “I was in the library and my heart broke a little.” He gently grabbed one of your hands as his gaze deepened into yours trying to be sympathetic for you but feeling a sting deep inside his chest, “I finished one of my favorite books, North & South. It still hurts every time I read it.” His face lightened into a small smile as he let out a quiet chuckle. “You should eat. I don’t want to spoil your lunch as well.”

A smirk ran across his face and you saw the same flash through his eyes as he spoke in the same gravely voice, “You could never spoil my lunch.” Making your heart skip again, then he stood and fixed himself a plate, glancing at you occasionally as his smile grew, sitting down at the table with a drink, as well shooting you a smile as you pulled out your homework and started to work on it, choosing to start on your art history extra credit first. Thorin’s smile grew as he saw you spinning a pen through your fingers while you thought of your best answer for the question you were stuck on.

You finally figured your answer out, noticing the attention that you were getting from the corner of your eye, as you scribbled down the start to your small paragraph of an answer. His mind remembering your handwriting, the beautiful slender cursive writing that filled your essays and assignments you had handed in.

“More extra credit?”

You looked up at him, “From Professor Thranduil.”

“So his, mine and Dwalin’s, that’s a lot of extra work for your packed schedule. Your class load is nearly double on normal first year graduate students.”

“My cousin Eomer works in a book editing company, I’m hoping to get my degree quickly so I can get started there.”

“So you’re going to edit other people’s work?”

“Part of the Company is also putting out short stories online, he needs a head writer, Most of my job is going to be the writing, he’ll also need graphic design person for ideas for possible book covers.”

He sets down his fork, turning to face you directly, “You write? I’d like to read something of yours sometime.”

You fought the blush trying to cover your cheeks, “I’m not sure I’m there yet in my writing.”

He smiled and nodded, taking his dishes to the sink adding them to yours and turning around watching you as you put your extra credit away as you noticed the time, “If you feel like that again, don’t hesitate to grab me or my cousin, you’re welcome here anytime.” You stood and nodded shooting him another smile as you pulled your bag over your shoulder, and he drove both of you back to school after letting you fix your make up, giving you a piece of paper with his and Dwalin’s numbers if you needed someplace to go or someone to talk to. You finished your last few classes, went to collect your homework and the printed sheets of notes Denethor printed out for you of his daily plans for his classes. Headed back home and boxed up your scarves and sweaters then taking them to a clothes donation site.

You went back home and boxed up your pictures of Fili and pulled out a stack of empty notebooks and decided to start practicing your writing and sketching instead of knitting choosing to start fresh. Silently hoping it would help you feel better after this unknown rejection to an offer you’d yet to make.

…

Fili had returned home yet again, though this time beating his family there, they arrived to see his furiously staring at his bag and his coat laying across the table in front of him.

Dwalin walked over to his Nephew, “No knitting Bandit?”

Fili, “No.”

Kili, “How was your rumble with Kelli?” shooting his brother a wink and a giving him a nudge.

Ori and Nori both tossed their bags down on the couch, both looking at their cousin, “Kelli?” they both asked.

Fili, “We have a class together. She’s been after me for months.”

Ori’s mouth opened and shut as he grabbed his bag and went into his room, his brother quietly following as their Uncles watched them curiously before slipping out to their apartment to speculate.

Ori set his bag down on his bed as he pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

“Are you alright, you missed class today.”

You quickly replied, “I’m better now, I wasn’t feeling well. Your Uncles helped me through it.”

“What was wrong?”

“Happened in the library, pushing myself too hard I suppose.”

“Nothing else?”

“No. What else would it be?”

He bit his lip and refused to type what he was thinking, “Nothing I can think of. Just Curious. Feel better, let me know. if you need anything.”

Nori, “Whats going on?”

Ori looked up at his brother, “Jaqi missed two classes today.”

“She alright? What happened?”

“She said she was pushing herself too hard, and that Thorin and Dwalin helped her.”

“Didn’t think she had limits on how hard she could push herself. At least she’s better.”

Pt 1c

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