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moony-artnstuff · 3 years

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Matchup Commission @yunohawkeye

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Lord of the Rings: I ship you with Legolas!

The height difference is adorable.

He loves your hair, and he’s surprised when you tell him how you actually want it because that’s not something you really see in Middle-Earth, least of all his own culture. Still he’d be happy to help you find the supplies you need for cutting and dying it the way you want it.

You like stealing his tunics, as they look like oversized t-shirts on you and they smell like him. The first time he saw you wearing his clothes he almost died from cuteness.

He loved how you were a bit shy when you first met and then gradually became more comfortable around him. He saw it as an achievement whenever you shared something new with him, and he loved getting to know you more.

He’s a curious ball of sunshine and when you get excited about something he gets excited about it too. He’s so supportive of the things you do and likes learning more about them. He’d also be really happy if you took an interest in his hobbies such as archery.

Legolas enjoys being with people (this is also expected of him because he’s a prince) but he also loves quiet moments with you. He’s happy you can entertain yourself when he has to do his duties as prince of Greenwood the great, as he wouldn’t want you to be bored or lonely while he’s away.

Don’t worry about shopping he will get you all the clothes you could ever wish for and he lets them tailor exactly to your size (benefit of being a prince). He quickly takes notice of your style and orders clothing accordingly.

This ellon is clingy as fuck and would love nothing more than to be in your presence at all times, so no worrying about that. He’s also extremely cuddly. Good luck trying to get to the bathroom at night, he won’t let you out of his grip.

He likes your random moments, as he has a lot of them himself. I imagine him as a kind of oddball amongst elves. The two of you keep each other on your toes, and you can often be found laughing about something the other said.

Legolas adores both your tomboyish personality as well as your tomboy looks. Legolas is a warrior and works with both ellons and elliths who are all badasses but all look quite feminine with their long hair and stuff, meaning your personality is familiar yet your looks are refreshing and he likes it.

Introduce him to video games, he’d be fascinated by them. I can totally see him getting fully absorbed in a fight scene, whether he is playing himself or encouraging you.

Loves to dance with you, he does it all the time. You’re relaxing on the sofa doing nothing in particular? Dancing. He sees you walking past in the halfway? Let’s twirl around together for a moment. He’s been away from you for some time and now finally gets to see you again? He picks you up and spins you around, so happy he is to see you again.

Like I said before, Legolas is a bit of an oddball amongst elves, so he would never judge you for being your weird and quirky self because really, he’s the same. It makes him so happy that you’re comfortable enough to be yourself around him, and it encourages him to do the same as well.

Legolas is a ray of sunshine and finds joy in almost everything in life, but he has seen dark things and lost loved ones as well. He is the perfect person to talk to when life is weighing you down or when you just want to talk about some heavier topics, as he knows what it feels like, while at the same time he’s also capable of making you smile again in mere seconds.

Your dark humor catches him off guard at first but he catches on quite quickly.

Legolas is all for having a good connection and good communication. He often talks with you about how he feels about something and asks your opinion. He also frequently compliments you and genuinely can’t understand how you can’t see how amazing you are. Will stubbornly continue with giving you compliments, all the while looking at you as if you are denying simple facts such as the sky is blue, because he means every word he says.

Teasing him will be a challenge as he can be quite the oblivious one (for example if you were to rile him up during the day with lingering touches and then play dumb he would get frustrated because he’d believe you’d genuinely didn’t know what you were doing when in reality you were teasing him), and he will probably take the things you say too literal (“Legolas, is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” “Why would I have a banana in my pants?”). It’s best to just give him straightforward compliments when trying to flirt with him.

Legolas is a bottom. Like yeah, sure, he can take the lead if you want him to but he prefers to be the submissive one, and he loves the way you take the lead and how good you make him feel.

Just like with Thorin you’ll be introducing him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. At first he’s a bit shy about the concept of dirty thoughts and talking about sex, but his curiousity and your openness to talk about it makes him more comfortable.

Loves it when you tie him up and have your way with him, especially when you peg and edge him.

You met at the counsel of lord Elrond where you volunteered to be part of the fellowship. Legolas was curious as to why a human woman would offer herself to such a task, and he started a conversation with you. He quickly came to like your company and often seeked out your company during the journey. You comforted each other after Gandalf’s death and while you are in Lothlorien he tells you about his home and the dangers it’s facing. He needs a bit of help from Aragorn and Gimli, but he eventually realizes he has feelings for you and he doesn’t hesitate to confess, because why would he? He loves you and wants to be with you, and if you feel the same then he wants to start courting immediately since your time together is already short with you being human and him being an elf.

The Hobbit: I ship you with Thorin!

He likes you being blunt. Thorin does not have the best social skills and though he is by no means stupid he can be a bit thickheaded sometimes. That’s why he likes that you’re not afraid to tell him how it is without beating around the bush.

Whenever you get bubbly or excited about something he gets this soft, fond smile while looking at you. He just thinks you’re so precious and he makes a mental note to often talk about your interests to see that spark in your eyes.

The teasing will get to him. God this dwarrow just can’t handle it, he might act all tough and stoic on the outside but he really is just one big softie on the inside who becomes a flustered mess the second you give him that look alone.

Just like you, Thorin is an introvert. He prefers to spend his time with close friends and family, such as the company and you. His favorite moments are spent with you, in your shared bedroom where you do your writing and he hums in front of the fire next to you, just enjoying each other’s presence.

You both tend to keep problems to yourself, so you help each other with opening up. It was a bit of a struggle in the beginning, with the both of you wanting to be there for each other but refusing to open up about your own problems. Slowly though, Thorin started to tell you about his past and the loss he felt when he lost his grandfather, his father and his brother in the war against the goblins. This made you open up about your feelings as well and the two of you learned to reach out to each other whenever something’s bothering you.

He’ll hold your hand when you have to be in a big crowd. As king and queen under the mountain it is expected of you to attend council meetings and grand parties alike, but Thorin always makes sure to stay close to you and offer you comfort until the two of you can retreat to your chambers again.

He loves your ‘randomness’, it refreshes him. He’s always been so focused on leading his people, reclaiming Erebor and then rebuilding it that he’s never really had any time for fun. You saying and doing random things gets him out of that cycle of endless responsibilities and to him it feels like a fresh breath of air.

Please play music with him! He feels a lot of pride in having such a talented and musical s/o. He would be so happy if you let him accompany you in your music with his harp.

Don’t worry about not having spotify or youtube in Middle-Earth, Thorin’s voice will definitely make up for it (we all heard him sing in Bag-end *chills*). He often hums to himself when doing a mundane task, and if you asked it of him he would be happy to sing for you.

He’s honored if you show him your writing.

Despite knowing you can handle yourself perfectly well he’s still very protective over you. He’s just so afraid to lose you, but he tries to tone it down for you as much as he can.

After the mountain is reclaimed he becomes much more loose and free spirited, he’ll be both your partner and your best friend for life

Although he can be a bit oblivious sometimes he makes an effort to see what your likes and dislikes are, for example your movie preferences, and he keeps them in mind when getting you gifts

Like I said before, you’ll have to help him with being open/vulnerable with you. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just not used to being vulnerable with someone, so he needs to take it slow. You’ll also have to teach him to stay calm and talk when the two of you have an argument. Thorin is used to leading his people and has always been put under a lot of pressure because of it, but you quickly showed him that getting angry and barking orders was not the way to handle a fight with you, and with time he becomes better and better at talking things out with you.

Your openness to sexual talk and constantly having dirty thought caught him off guard at first, as people usually don’t talk so easily about such concepts in Middle-Earth. He tends to get a bit bashful/shy when he hears you talk about it, but slowly becomes more comfortable to listen and maybe add some of his own thoughts.

Will sit you down and tell you in a very serious way that you are amazing when you turn down a compliment. For example, he’ll compliment you for your writing and you say something along the lines of “I’m really not that good, I’m actually quite bad at it.” and he’d just get this serious face and be like “Amrâlime, you are one of the most talented people I’ve met, don’t talk about yourself like that.” Que him starting a whole rant about how beautiful and amazing and skilled you are and genuinely not understanding how you can’t see it too. Thorin has never been good with words, but he sure as hell is going to make sure you know how amazing he thinks you are.

He’s never thought much about sex or having a spouse, untill you came along. He first imagined himself topping, but when the moment finally arrived and you took the lead, he did not mind at all (he’s a switch).

You’re gonna have so much fun tying him up in bed and edging him. He’s not one to beg, or even ask for something in general, so it’s gonna be delicious when he finally does break

You introduce him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. Thorin loves to experience all kinds of things with you and eventually settles on his own preferences and dislikes. He likes it that you’re a dom, it makes him feel taken care of. Being able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you was something he never knew he needed.

You met when the company stopped in Rivendell, where the company found you playing the piano. You had heard about the arrival of the dwarves and started a conversation with them. Soon you hit it off with Fili, Kili and Nori (for some reason I imagine him liking sex jokes and also being open to nsfw talk) and before you knew it you were part of the company. At first Thorin was against letting you join them, as he didn’t understand what business you could have with dwarves trying to reclaim their homeland, but during the quest you became closer and closer with him, talking about what Erebor was like before Smaug took over and what life was like for him and his family when Thorin had to lead his people to the blue mountains. Eventually the two of you started courting and Thorin asked you to marry him after Erebor was reclaimed, making you queen under the mountain.

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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 3 years

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The Arrangement pt4

“I think we’re lost.” “We’re not lost..” “If you give me ‘we’re misguided ‘ as a response one more time, I’m going to ‘misguide’ my foot up your arse.” You said. Aragorn pondered for a moment, debating on if he wanted to mess with you and tell you that again. “...Alright, fine, We’re lost.” He said. “Great. Give me a moment to get us back on track then.” you said, sitting down.

Your ability to “hear and listen” to nature was stronger now. Arwen pointed that out to Aragorn the last time he found himself in Rivendell. When asked “What do you mean by stronger?” Arwen explained that when elves “listen” to nature, it is quiet and barely audible, usually requiring some form of silence to really hear. Most elves hear whispers. You, for some reason as of late, were hearing full voices. Something was making your connection to nature stronger, amplifying it. Aragorn had no idea what it was though, and that alone confused him.

The answer was being kept from him. Two years had gone by now, since the two started traveling. One year had gone by since you came to the realization that you were in love with the man. You made a choice, one that would probably worry Aragorn if he knew. You gave up your immortality. Why this was amplifying your ability to speak to nature and listen, was odd. When elves die, they can be reborn, it’s what makes them immortal. However since you made the decision to sever such a connection, if you died, you would rejoin the earth, thus making your connection to the earth stronger. Elrond and Arwen both heavily discouraged you from your decision to do this but there was no stopping you.

“We need to go east.” you said, getting up and walking. “Alright.” He nodded, waiting for you to take the lead. You guided him and you to the roads, finally making your way to Bree. You walked through the woods, closing your eyes and just listening. Aragorn noticed you seemed at peace, the sun shining on your beautiful skin. You were more quiet as of late. It was odd to have this sudden lack of silence during your travels. When it first started occurring, Aragorn thought he did something to make you upset. When he asked why you were so quiet, you simply told him “I have a lot on my mind. Listening to nature helps with the overthinking.” And just continued in silence. You seemed to get lost in thought more and more lately.

It didn’t take long to make it to the Prancing Pony, a place where both of you had been so many times that the inn keeper kept a room with two beds on standby. You walked in, Barliman looking up. “Elfie!” He said excitedly. A nickname given to you by the inn keeper. At first it annoyed you, now it’s more of a endearing nickname. “Evening, Barli.” you said with a smile. Aragorn smiled at you. “The room’s already prepared.” He said to Aragorn. “Thank you.” He nodded. You handed Barliman two rabbits that you had caught and he nodded as a thank you, handing you shillings. You handed them to Aragorn seeing as you didn't find use of them, who took them with a small smile

Aragorn and you walked into your room, you sitting by the window and fiddling with your necklace, the silver emblem having that glow. It was the only sign on you that you were royalty seeing as you never wore your circlet outside of Rivendell. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Aragorn asked, sitting across from you. You looked at him and then out the window. “Something is going on.” you said. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I keep hearing... Orcs. The trees keep talking of Orcs.” You said looking at him. “Orcs are never a good sign.” Aragorn said. “Something is happening. I don’t know what it is but there is something happening.” You said. Aragorn noticed your worried eyes. “Y/n... Do you wish to return home now? We could make it back in the morning if we leave now.” Aragorn asked. You shook your head. “No... You need your rest, I’m sure I’m just overthinking this.” you said softly. He noticed the hidden anxieties behind your eyes but nodded slowly. “Alright.” He said.

You weren’t over thinking this. It was around two in the morning when the trees kicked into full swing of trying to alert you.

Attack. Brothers. Danger. Rivendell.

You shifted in your sleep, immediately waking Aragorn. You were so still when you slept, the room was usually silent. This was unusual for you to be moving, even slightly. He watched you, seeing your sleeping figure, still after a little bit.

Brothers. Danger. Attack. Rivendell.

Again, those words, but a different order. What did it mean? Nature was trying to alert you, but you didn't know why. The message became clearer as you listened.

Your brothers are in danger. Attack near Rivendell.

You bolted up with a gasp, Aragorn leaning up. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked. “The orcs are on a route to Rivendell-- my brothers are in danger.” you said, a panicked look falling over you. He got up, sliding his boots on. “We will make it.” He assured. You nodded, grabbing your pack. You ran down the stairs, Aragorn running with you as you sprinted to your horses.

You were terrified as you rode, not saying a word outside of prayer, praying to any divine being that your family was safe. You rode through the woods, listening to the trees for context.

Sister.

Arwen was trying to communicate. “Nimeár- mime seler ni'm símen. “ You whispered, your voice traveling through the leaves as you rode. Aragorn rode next to you, watching your eyes. You would close them, clearly communing with nature as you rode. You rode quickly, trying to find one of your brothers on the outskirts of Rivendell. “ Which otorno? Where na- so?” You whispered. The direction of the breeze changed and you immediately got off your horse, sprinting in the direction. Aragorn followed, you finding no sign of your brothers. “Fucking hell-- where are they?” you said, panic rising in your voice. “HALT!” A voice yelled. “Who are-- Aragorn?” Elladan stopped. You let out a relieved sigh. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “Orcs are coming, where is Elrohir?” You asked. “Here!” Elrohir said, making you turn. “We made it.” you said relieved. “We need to alert father of a potential attack.” Elrohir said. “I’m not letting you go on your own.” you said. “We can’t leave the outside unguarded, what do you suggest we do?” Elladan asked. “Aragorn stay with Elladan--" "Aragorn?" Elladan asked, recognition of the name and face suddenly hitting both of your brothers. "I’ll go with Elrohir.” You said, disregarding their amazement to the man. “Y/n--” You looked at Aragorn with a pleading look. “Stay safe.” He said.

You ran through the woods, sprinting next to your brother. “Have a good time on your trip?” Elrohir asked as you ran. “I always do.” you muttered. You looked behind you and frowned. “They’re here!” you said. An arrow whizzed past your head. “They’re dividing and conquering.” Elrohir noticed as small groups seemed to split up. You ran through the gates, booking it to the library. “We’re under attack.” You said. Elrond put his book down and Arwen looked up. “What?” He asked.

He will fall.

Your head turned. “Get the soldiers. NOW!” you said before running. Elrohir rallied the soldiers as they all charged, you running as fast as you could back to Elladan and Aragorn. You fought your way through orcs to see Aragorn and Elladan fighting off the creatures. Aragorn looked over, you cutting someone down next to him. “The soldiers are doing their jobs, we should try to make it back to the city.” Elladan yelled as he cut down a orc. You nodded, trying to guide the group to safety.

An arrow whizzed through the air, hitting Aragorn in the chest, along with another hitting his leg. sound drowning out. “ARAGORN!” you screamed with a terrified look. You ran to him, blocking any attacks as he fell. You removed the arrows, looking him in the eyes. He seemed to struggle to even form words in the moment. "I-I--" he coughed. "I-I'm sorry." He muttered, his vision getting hazy. He seemed almost delirious in his words. “We need to get him home Y/n, there’s nothing we can do here!” Elladan said, you whistling loudly and Elrohir rode over. “What happened?” He asked, Elladan lifting Aragorn slightly. “It- it was-- it was an arrow, it hit him-- It’s bad Elrohir.” you said. Elrohir dismounted the horse. “Take him, we will fight here.” Elrohir said. “But--” “Go!” He said. You pulled Aragorn up, him leaning against you.

His consciousness was fading too quickly, you riding at full speed. You rode through the square, Aragorn muttering incoherently “Stay with me Aragorn...” you whispered as you reached the medical wing. Medics rushed and Arwen ran over. “What happened?” she asked. You seemed to be in a state of shock, shaking as the medics took him, running with him on a transportable cot. She frowned, looking at the blood on your cloak and then watching medics run all over the place. “The-the men need me-- I-I should--” “Y/n, they will be fine without you.” She said softly, putting a soothing hand on your shoulder. “His face... I can’t stop thinking of his face when he was shot.” you whispered. “Y/n...” “He looked like he had seen death.” you said softly. Arwen sat you down on a bench, kneeling in front of you. “I can’t lose him Arwen-- not when he doesn’t know..” You whimpered. “Know what dear?” she asked. “That I...” you put your face in your hands and Arwen wrapped her arms around you. "What-what I've done... What I've sacrificed..." You muttered in your hands, tears falling. "What I feel." You whimpered. Arwen pulled you to her, resting her head on yours as you sobbed.

Hours went by as the soldiers returned. There was a clear victor as your brothers both found you asleep on the bench, your cloak as a blanket with your head resting on Arwen’s lap. “How is he?” Elladan asked. “It doesn’t look good.” She whispered. “He’s been unconscious for a while, they’re not sure he’ll make it through the night.” She explained. Elrohir caressed your head, closing his eyes. “She will kill herself thinking about this...” He muttered. Arwen knew that those words could be more literal now that you gave up your immortality. She and Elrond were the only ones who knew. You were exhausted when you came with Aragorn which was already a horrible sign. Elves do not feel exhaustion. If we’re being honest, they don’t need sleep and usually use it as a tool for foresight. It was most likely that your brothers assumed you were seeking answers through sleep. Arwen knew better though. You were already hurting from a broken heart.

“How are the soldiers?” Elrond asked, walking over. “They’re fine. A few injured, none dead thanks to her warning...” Elrohir assured. “And Aragorn?” He asked Arwen. She looked at you and then Elrond. “It... Does not look good.” she said. “How long has she been like this?” Elrond asked. “Two hours.” she admitted. Elrond hated seeing you in this pain, seeing you heartbroken. “...Fenrald!” He called. An elven man ran over. “Yes sire?” He asked. “Send for Legolas.” Elrond said. The man nodded, running off. “Why Legolas?” Elladan asked. “She needs her friend.” Elrond said softly, looking at your tear stained sleeping face.

More hours passed, Legolas arriving. He found you still asleep on the bench. Arwen had left you there, knowing damn well you wouldn’t move from the closest available location to Aragorn. Legolas kneeled, tapping you gently. Your eyes slowly opened and you leaned up. “Legolas?” You asked. “Your father said you needed me.” He said. You hugged his neck and something just... It broke you. Legolas held you close, rubbing your back in a soothing manner. “I-I failed him Legolas-- If he dies I--” “Y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Legolas said. “I-If I hadn’t been so persistent to-to come back, he would be fine” You whimpered. “and how many soldiers would’ve died had you not come back to warn them?” He asked. You nodded sadly, understanding he was right. “I still failed him.” you said. “No, you didn’t--” “My one job when I am with him is to keep him safe, I failed him.” You said. Legolas knew there was no fighting you on this.

“Have you eaten?” He asked. You shook your head. “Drank anything?” He asked. Again, you shook your head. “How much of a struggle are you going to put up if I move you?” Legolas asked. “A very large one.” you replied, wiping your eyes. Legolas sighed but nodded. “I’ll get us some food.” He said, walking away. You got up, noticing the open door. You walked through, seeing him. He was unconscious, his face so peaceful, his breaths barely audible. You pulled up a chair next to his bed, holding his hand. It was calloused, very rough but you didn’t mind. In fact you found comfort with it.

“ Please Aragorn. Termáre- as me, termáre- coile. (Please Aragorn... Stay with me, stay alive)” You whispered. “ Ni pole-'t lose tye. Vamme sí.(I cannot lost you. Not now.)” You sobbed.

Please. Stay with me.

Please.

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xxbyimm · 4 years

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A king’s crown - Thorin x reader

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A king’s crown – Thorin x reader

Summary: The reader is just fucking adorable and makes Thorin a flowercrown every night, but our oaf doesn’t… get it.

Warnings: Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.

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Now this happened. Again!

Thorin had just opened his eyes after a long needed sleep, only to be greeted by a bright bunch of colors appearing right in front of him. He wouldn’t say that he knew everything there was to know about life, but he was sure that this object hadn’t been there when he finally had closed his eyes to rest. This was the third time in a row and he was starting to feel ridiculous.

Thorin sat upright and carefully held the flower crown that had been placed on his bedroll. He had to admit that the blossoms did smell nice and it was a pretty thing, but somehow he couldn’t shake off this feeling that someone was mocking him. And the only sensible conclusion in the valley of the Imladris, was that the pointy ears were behind it.

The king in exile huffed. If they thought that Thorin, son of Thraín, son of Thrór would play their games, they were mistaking! He’d never wear something they regarded as pretty. If one wasn’t careful enough, one might end up looking exactly like those self-righteous immortal bastards.

He quickly glanced around (no one seemed to be there, excellent!) and cast the crown into the thick bushes a few meters away from his bedroll, a place where hopefully their hosts didn’t even care to look. Then he got up and strolled in the direction of the group (or that is, the direction he guessed he had to go). Luckily Bofur’s laughter and Kíli’s excited chatters were quite distinctive, so it proved to be not a task too difficult this time.

Thorin rubbed his hands together. He really hoped that Bombur would offer something else for breakfast than the green food he had to endure yesterday during dinner, and the night before that. He wasn’t sure he could stomach more leaves.

The cooking smells were surely promising. The king followed his nose and it led him to a small clearing, where the others were enjoying a splendid breakfast. Thorin smiled faintly as his comrades greeted their leader with joyful cheers and friendly banter. Bombur grinned while handing his king a bowl filled with a variety of delicious meats.

‘Here you go, my king. I’d say this meal is a lot tastier than the elves have arranged us in days!’

‘I know it will be.’ Thorin agreed. ‘Thank you, Bombur.’

He moved throughout the group, holding his bowl carefully against him like it was some precious gem. Fíli saw him coming and shoved his brother aside to clear a spot on the bench for their favorite uncle. Kíli, who was just about to reveal the punch line of some grand joke, did not expect his brother’s move and it caused the youngest brother to fall flat on his face. The comical effect was huge and everyone was roaring with laughter, though this was hardly what the youngest Durin had aimed for in the first place.

‘Oi!’ Kíli snapped, while scrambling himself together. ‘Did you have to do that?!’

Fíli chuckled. ‘You had to make room for uncle, brother.’

The youngest Durin muttered something under his breath and disappeared in the forest.

‘Don’t be so hard on him.’ Thorin told his eldest nephew, though with a grin. ‘He still hasn’t recovered from the fact he did fancy an elven lad.’

Fíli smirked. ‘Nor have we.’

The king shook his head and turned his attention towards his meal again. His stomach churned and the smell of meat was mouthwatering. Before anyone could disturb him, Thorin quickly took a bite.

‘Good morning to you all!’ You announced yourself to the group with your usual excited chirp.

If Thorin had been paying attention, he would have noticed that your bright smile was especially directed to him, but as the king was too engrossed in his breakfast he didn’t even notice you were there anyway. He did nod vaguely in your direction, indicating that he didn’t give a rats’ arse who was there, not even if lord Elrond himself was standing before him.

Others did see your smile though- first beaming, then slowly dying away as the dwarf you cared for ignored your presence. A few in the group exchanged looks and wondered in silence how long this could go on. Thorin usually was quite perceptive, but figuring out that a lady was madly in love with him proved to be a challenge. They glanced over at their leader who was enjoying his mealtime, blissfully unaware of the things around him.

He would figure it out some day, wouldn’t he?

After breakfast, members of the company disappeared slowly, going about their business in the valley and enjoying the last of their spare time before they would leave for the road tomorrow. Before the king knew it, it was just you and him who were left.

Thorin suppressed a sigh as he watched you rummage through your bag. You, the latest addition to his company, were the cutest thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. You had all the curves in the right places, knew your way around swords and your sweet, though sassy temperament made everyone smile. Even Dwalin was delighted to have you as part of the group, and that said something.

It had begun so slowly that Thorin didn’t even notice it was there. With every day that passed, he admired you more, to the point where he had become quite attached to you as well. Though your lovely smile and your distracting backside should get some credit, it was all of you that melted his bones. You were simply the whole package, the partner he had longed for most of his life. Sometimes he even wondered what would happen if he’d ask you to be his.

But for now, you were unaware of his affections and thus the king watched you curiously as you opened your sketch book and started to work. Thorin got out his pipe and searched for tobacco in his pocket.

‘It’s in your left pocket.’ You said quietly without looking up and Thorin reached his hand in there. Huh. He furrowed his brows together when you proved to be right. How did you know that?

‘Thank you.’ He replied. ‘How did you-’

‘It’s where you last left it.’

‘You have an excellent memory.’ The king said. ‘I don’t remember putting it there.’

You merely shrugged.

‘How did you know?’ he pressed, but he was met with silence. You were hunched over your work as if you were trying to shut him out. Thorin busied himself with cleaning and filling his pipe, all while keeping an eye on you. You on the other hand made no inclination that you were aware of presence.

The king cleared his throat. This was nothing compared to the usual, joyous interactions the two of you shared and this silence didn’t sit well with him. Had he done something wrong?

‘Is something bothering you?’ he inquired while he lit his pipe.

‘Nothing special.’ Your reply was soft, but he heard you. ‘Can’t wait to be on the road again.’

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘I’ve had enough of elves for a few years.’

You shrugged again and continued working on your sketch. Your hands were smudged from the charcoal you liked to use. Absentmindedly, you brushed a lock of hair from your face. It left a black smear on your forehead.

Thorin stood up and with his pipe in one hand, he reached the other forward to gently brush the stain away. You did look up this time and your E/C locked with his sapphire ones. He always had known that you possessed the most beautiful eyes in the entire universe and it was easy to get lost in them, but nothing could have prepared him for the pain displayed in there. It shot straight to his heart, leaving a dull ache which surely was nothing compared to your agony. He could see you were holding back tears as best as you could.

It was not enough, but all too much. Thorin couldn’t bear to lose his composure in front of you, nor did he want to embarrass you. He broke away and shifted his attention on your sketch book instead. You were drawing flowers that were almost as breathtaking as you.

‘Love.’

The phrase gushed from his mouth before he could control himself and he clenched his hands into fists. The last thing you needed was a love confession right now. ‘I mean- Would you mind telling me what’s going on?’

You shook your head.

‘You don’t have to.’ He carefully took a seat next to you and gestured at your drawing. ‘This looks amazing.’ He breathed slowly, but his voice was still too shook for his liking. ‘It looks like a real bouquet.’

‘Thank you.’ You murmured. ‘But it’s more a-’ You hesitated and stared at your sketch instead.

‘More like a what?’ The king encouraged.

‘A crown.’ You whispered.

Silence.

‘Will you excuse me, my king?’ you said abruptly, jumping from your seat and causing the book to fall from your lap. Before Thorin could stop you, you had disappeared in the forest. The king blinked a few times before picking up the book. When he eyed the drawing a second time, it daunted on him.

Oh mahal.

He had been an idiot. A total idiot. How could he be so stupid, so oblivious to the fact that you were the one who had left him these flower crowns each morning? If he hadn’t been so obsessed with the elves’ presence, he could have seen that- Thorin groaned. No matter now. The damage had been done and there was no taking it back. A better question was: how was he going to make this up to you?

‘Good morning.’ He grunted and glanced around the group. He saved his special glare for his nephews, to warn them for the hell they would have to pay if they dared to make fun of their uncle. So far, it worked. Fíli shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked away. Though Kíli’s face was distorted in an awful grin, the lad was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

‘New attire?’ Dwalin smirked and Thorin roughly pushed him aside so he could be seated.

‘Make way for your king.’ He rebuked.

His eldest friend laughed. ‘Ye’re suddenly the king of foliage now, huh?’

‘What can I say…’ Thorin grinned. ‘A mountain isn’t enough.’

Dwalin shook his head. ‘Those pointy idiots are rubbing off on ye, I tell ye.’

‘Hello everyone!’

They both looked up and Thorin’s heart missed a beat. You were standing before the group. Your hair was still a bit frizzy from bathing, the untamed locks roaming freely over your shoulders. You were wearing his favorite breeches, the ones that supported your excellent ass. You clasped your hand over your mouth when you noticed the king’s new crown.

‘You made this?’ you said breathlessly as you made your way towards him.

‘I did my best.’ Thorin acknowledged ruefully. ‘But I can’t get it quite right like you do.’

A giggle escaped you and you reached out to inspect his work. ‘There’s leaves in it, Thorin. And… branches.’

The king heaved a sigh. ‘Guess I need your help, my lady.’

You bit your lip and held out your hand. ‘Fine, let me help you fix this mess…’

The cheers of the company followed you and the king into the forest. There, you showed him how a proper flower crown is made. Amongst other things…

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ARAGORN X FEMALE HUMAN READER: “Your past does not define you.”

Requested: No, but ya gal was hella inspired.

SPOILERS FOR THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN BELOW! ONLY HIT KEEP READING IF YOU EITHER:

HAVE READ THE SILMARILLION/THE CHILDREN OF HURIN

DO NOT CARE AT ALL AND JUST WANT TO READ THIS

A/N: Reader is HEAVILY based on Turin Turambar, that’s why you have an OP sword and a somewhat tragic past. There are some changes though, Beleg, who was sadly unintentionally killed by Turin, doesn’t exist here. A character based on Nienor doesn’t exist here, so you won’t get involved in incest, don’t worry. Sorry for the lack of originality.

This is a female reader, I’m really sorry to any male readers out there, but I find that I relate to Turin personality wise, so I just inserted myself in this. Still, anyone can read this if you wish, gender and race is just specified.

This is a favorite of mine, so I hope you feel the same, or at least enjoy reading this. I’ve been having writer’s block for days now.

Everywhere you went, danger followed.

It was a complete surprise to you when after weeks being in the Fellowship, you still haven’t done any harm to them, intentional or not. If anyone knew who you truly were, then they have certainly heard of your deeds, both great and evil.

During the council, you were the third to join, assuring Frodo he has your sword. The sword you wielded served you well ever since you kept it in your possession. It was a unique sword, not like the others, not even Narsil, which was almost nothing more than an ordinary sword, or in the words of Boromir, a broken blade, if you come to think of it, could compete.

The sword of yours has done amazing and terrible things. It was a black sword that could cut through iron, glowed at the most random times, it really stood out whenever you unsheathed it. It also spoke when needed, which terrified you at first, but you dealt with it, luckily the sword only spoke to you whenever everyone else was asleep or you were alone.

You saw joining the Fellowship as a good chance to possibly redeem yourself and run away from the past. However, after arriving in Lothlorien, Galadriel looked into your eyes and forced you to relive all of your horrible deeds. You had realized you could not ignore your past, no matter how much you desperately wanted to, but you wanted to abandon it, to prove that you are no longer the unbearable impulsive person you once were.

Those memories were what kept you up at night. And if you were able to get some sleep, it was filled with nightmares that only repeated what happened during that fateful day.

One particular night, you refused to sleep, blankly staring down at the glowing black sword of yours. It was not always yours, it once belonged to your brother then it eventually came to you.

It was the same sword that claimed your brother’s life.

Your younger brother that you swore to protect with your own life. Ever since your home was overrun by orcs, your father was captured and killed. Your mother sent you far away from home, promising she would follow, but she never came, that was the last time you had seen her.

As the oldest, and with no one else around, you took it upon yourself to take care of yourselves, putting your brother first, always saving his life and even risking your life when necessary. You defended him from anyone who dared to cross him, to the point that your devotion cost someone’s life.

From a distance, Aragorn stood, keenly watching you. In your stoic expression, he noticed a faint hint of sorrow. Wanting to comfort you, he made his way to you.

“What troubles your mind?” Aragorn sat beside you, interrupting your thoughts, making you glance at him. “You are barely getting any sleep. Something is keeping you up.” He was trying to make sure he wasn’t pressuring you into telling him in case it was personal.

You shook your head at him. “It’s nothing.” But he saw right through you. The slight shaking of your hands that suddenly gripped tightly on your sword, it betrayed you. He correctly deduced that the sword had to do with it, but he wasn’t sure what about it could make you so upset.

“That sword of yours, it is more than just a black sword. It holds malice in it, does it not?” Aragorn asked. All his assumptions were correct. He could rarely be fooled, not even you, the most closed off person in the Fellowship, could hide secrets from him for long.

Maybe letting out all of your feelings and opening up to someone was actually what you needed to do all along. You couldn’t keep everything a secret anymore, you have been desperately wanting to tell someone, but you were afraid of the backlash you would get for everything you have done, that was the last thing you needed at the moment.

“This sword does have malice in it. It was forged by a Dark Elf long ago. You may or may not believe me, but I am not lying by telling you, this sword speaks to me occasionally.” Much to your relief, you noticed Aragorn was listening word by word.

“This sword was not always black, nor was it always mine. It belonged to my brother once. It was passed down to me when he died.”

Aragorn saw the expression of yours drastically change as you spoke of your brother, and he thought he shouldn’t have brought it up, it was getting personal already. “There is no need to tell me if-”

But you interrupted him. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but I want to. I can’t keep this to myself, I have been shutting everyone out who has been asking me my own past or the history of this sword I now own. And you are the only one that is willing to listen.” Aragorn nodded as you sighed, preparing yourself to confess every evil deed you have brought upon either yourself or others.

“When I was 9 years old, my father had been captured by orcs and tortured to death. We knew instantly, because when we slept that night, all of us had seen what happened in our dreams. I suppose my mother figured out the orcs were making their way to our home, maybe to end our bloodline, as she sent me and my brother away. That was the last time I ever saw her. She told us she would follow us, but she never came.”

“Ever since, I swore to myself to protect my brother from absolutely any harm that could get in our way. He was younger than I am, he couldn’t take care of himself as well back then. It only grew when years passed, I was still as protective of him as I was the day I took on the responsibility to care for him.”

“Little things such as mockery were not tolerated by me. I had a temper then, which I eventually learned to control, but I used to have a difficult time handling it. One day, an elf had compared my brother and I, who were humans, to animals. I saw in the eyes of my brother how hurt he was, in a rage, I threw a glass right at the elf, and injured him. My brother and I left as quickly as we could before the elf could do anything else.”

“The next day, while I was alone in the woods, the elf had attempted to ambush me. But I was faster than he could ever wish to be, and I caught him. My anger from the previous day had not fully diminished, so I thought it would be a great idea to humiliate him by stripping him off of his clothes. I had threatened him, and in embarrassment, he fled, unaware of his senses, he ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, then fell to his death.”

“That was when I began to realize how much of a monster I really was. I ran far away, not letting anyone know where I went, so I was deemed missing by those who knew me. But I had gone to a place filled with orcs, and fell right into a trap. I was ambushed and badly wounded, and bound me to leave me to my death. I had fallen unconscious from my injuries.”

“My brother traveled far to look for me. He’s not ready to lose his sister, his only family left. It took a while, but he did eventually find me. He tried to untie with his own hands, but saw that the orcs tied the ropes too tight, so he used his sword to remove the bounds.”

“Unfortunately, the sword slipped off his hands and cut my flesh. I awoke in an instant, but my vision was poor at that moment, I felt a presence right by me. I thought it was orcs executing me, so in an instant, I grabbed something closest to me, the sword that cut me, then swung at whoever was right in front of me. I heard the figure fall to the floor, so I knew it was dead.”

“I rubbed my eyes after that, then my vision became clear. I looked at the ground trying to see the orc, but to my horror, it was not an orc at all. It was my brother, who was trying to save me, and I murdered him in response. I noticed the sword was feeling weird, so I looked at it only to see it gradually turning black, as its previous owner had just been slain by the sword. I remember crawling over to his body and holding him close to me, mumbling broken apologies, begging him to come back, but all of it was useless. He was dead, nothing could change that.”

“I buried him myself, in a more peaceful place somewhere. I was defenseless, my own sword had broken when I was ambushed by the orcs, so I took my brother’s sword for myself. It was too powerful to be left without an owner. Just owning it reminds me of what I had done, I don’t want to think about it because I carried a heavy guilt, it was my biggest regret, my worst mistake.”

Not bearing to look at the sword, you let go of the sword, allowing it to fall to the floor, making a loud noise that would’ve woke everyone up had they been in the place where you and Aragorn were. You broke down, not caring if anyone else was watching, you were grieving over the death of your brother, which you haven’t done in a long time. You were covering your face with your hand as tears ran down, then you looked down in shame.

Aragorn was stunned. He felt ridiculous because he related to you when it came to hiding from something, but the reasons were different. He was running away from his lineage, trying to ensure he would never have to rule Gondor as the king, something Elrond used to reprimand him for. His relation to Isildur made him very hesitant, he knew very well what his ancestor had done, failing to destroy the One Ring when he got the chance.

But you? You were going through something completely different. You were running away from your past. You were a different person then, you knew very well the Fellowship wouldn’t like you at all if you never tried to change into a better person. You had led someone to their death, and even committed kinslaying.

His own story was absolutely nothing compared to yours. He had never committed anything as terrible as you have, fearing his own bloodline seemed like a joke.

You felt a hand land softly on your shoulder. Slowly, you pulled your hand away and looked up at Aragorn. You were expecting to be judged by him, but instead, you saw his face was full of pity. Your jaw dropped, it was not the reaction you were expecting at all, however, you appreciated it as he was listening to everything and remained calm to the end.

“I do not think you are a monster,” said Aragorn, “you may have done horrible things, but you are genuinely trying to become a better person. That is more than enough, and your attempts are working, you are a different person than you once were, you have changed for the better. But your dark thoughts are what makes you think different.”

“I was horrible then, and I still have the potential to be during this journey,” you said looking away from Aragorn, “I made someone jump off a cliff, and worst of all, I am a kinslayer. I am not called a kinslayer by others for nothing.”

“You are not who you think you are.”

At those words, you turned to look at Aragorn again, who was beginning to speak again. “Your past does not define you. It is a fact that not everyone will take your confession as well as I did, nonetheless I am glad that you chose to open up about this, even if it is just to me only, it is a sign of trust. I will be with you if you need if you wish to tell someone else, and I will even stand up for you if any of our companions belittle you for your past mistakes.”

For the first time in Lothlorien, you smiled. Those words touched you, you were grateful to have Aragorn by your side, and you made sure you were going to do the same, to be there for him whenever he begins to feel insecure about his bloodline, his relation to Isildur, or when he doubts his leadership abilities for becoming a king.

“Thank you, Aragorn. I did not know it until now, but I needed those words of comfort. I thank you again for your compassion.”

In that moment, Aragorn began to realize that if your past does not define you, then his own bloodline definitely doesn’t define him as well. He also realized that he had overlooked the great achievements Isildur accomplished in his lifetime, even if he failed to destroy the One Ring, he was the one who cut Sauron’s fingers off which was enough for Sauron’s defeat in the Second Age.

Then eventually, the unthinkable happened. Aragorn was proud to have the same blood as his ancestor’s run through his veins.

He was proud to be Isildur’s heir.

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Rain

Kili x reader

Imagine just sitting in the rain until someone interrupts your alone time.

Word count:2086

Gandalf had asked you to accompany the company on reclaiming erebor, he hadn't found you long before the journey. As a child you family had been slaughtered to death, this led you to live a life on your own in the shadows. Alone. That was like that until you were 13 then Gandalf sorta adopted you, he had introduced you to Elrond ,and lady Galadriel. Sometimes-you would stay with either of them while Gandalf went and did something dangerous, you always begged him to allow you to come. He never allowed you.

You taught basic fighting skills, not gonna lie you were uncoordinated , so those fighting skills where a little shit. However you had other skills : potato cooking, saucepan defences( samwise much?) ,some what sewing skills,plus you were taught by the elves to basic braid. Pretty lame skills but they could come in handy. You were still young ,only 18 but you mind set was completely different to another human girl in middle earth. You remember your parents, but it hurt so bad , you didn't get to live out your childhood. You felt like you were losing memories of what they looked like every day, and it was horrible. Soon the only thing would be left was the face of their killer.

Bilbo had joined the company a few days ago, so you were on your way to erebor. You kept to yourself , you didn't make an effort to talk to anyone. Bilbo talked often and Thorin would snap at him, he would with you because you didn't do anything. You a very emotional person you got upset if someone shouted at you..

Now you sat upon a brunette pony with you , secured on the back with ropes. Gandalf had went ahead to scout; an danger. Leaving you alone to your thoughts, that was until it started pouring down. The smell of the rain , was comforting, the rain was your favourite. The rain against your skin was like a fresh piece of fruit. You used to dance or just in the rain when you were younger, and now you were already sitting. It was amazing.

You pull off your coat and tunic leaving you in your vest, shoving it into your bag. Free shower; you hadn't washed in a while. The company around you look at you in shock as a smile slipped on your face slightly, you rarely smiled. Okay okay so maybe revealing your body also caught their attention. Your hair stuck to your face , dipping wet. You body was developedish , still growing, you had acne. Your breasts weren't noticeable with your thick coat , and tunic but now yes they were.

The water had soaked into your vest sagging it down, making it stick to your skin, defining your bust. It was/wasn't much to show in honesty. The Durin brothers couldn't help but glance your way multiply times. "M-miss what are you doing?" Fili had questioned you from beside his brother, Kili.

" I don't know, I just like the rain." You spoke quietly, barely anyone had heard you talk only to Gandalf. You were surprised he even knew name. "Are going to get sick with no clothes on lassy." Bofur had spoken up behind you. "If I didn't I think there would be less protests." Kili laughed at you with his brother, shocked at your outburst even if it was quiet.

After that Kili had brought his pony to walk next to you with fili the other side if you, and Thorin called to stop for the night. As it stopped raining.

Gandalf had came back shaking his head at you, in disappointment this wasn't the first time. You always got sick after, but yet you still did it. You had laid your bed roll under a tree , in hopes the ground would be dry. Wrapping your other thin blanket around your waist like a towel , so you could remove your trousers without anyone seeing. Standing in your socks on the bedroll, with your boots next to the tree. Kili had been watching your actions, only for Fili to nudge him teasingly on the log infront of the fire.

Once you had removed your trousers , you had hung them on a branch on the tree to dry overnight. You whipped the blanket off and infront of you like a wall so you could lay in your roll. The floor was freezing, as was your vest. You had reached into your bad for your tunic , placing it over the wet vest. Then you had secretly, taken the vest off, with that trick where you pull the straps through the arm holes of your tunic. Allowing you to pull the vest down and over the tunic and off.

You groan realising you would have to get up and hang the vest. Also FYI the company had already dealt with the trolls the other night, you weren't involved because you had went to pee. Anyways you had just groaned before someone stood beside you , "do you want me to hang that up for you?" A stern voice had spoke from that position , you look up to see Kili. your face reddens in embarrassment, yet you nod yes,holding the vest for him to take. In which he does gently ,turning swiftly to hang it on the branch next to your pants, before turning back to you.

"God you must be freezing." He commented after feeling your vest, "oh uh .. well it's my own fault ." You sat against the tree , fiddling with your hands while Kili stared down at you. "its going to rain plenty on this journey , we don't want you getting sick , I can't allow you to freeze. " he spoke before rushing back to his brother , as they whispered to each other. You may have not known them long but you knew they were never ones to whisper, they were always loud and obnoxious.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing them to transfer thermal energy.

Lost in focus of warming up you don't notice someone dropping their bedroll next you with their rest of their stuff before leaving again. That is until , they come back getting in their bedroll, leaning against the tree with you , so close your shoulders are touching.

You quickly move your hands to your lap, Kili holds a bowl of hot stew infront of you gesturing for you to take it. You take it with both hands , smiling up at him, making him grin, before diving into his own stew.

Before you know it your stomach is warmed by the stew slightly. And you fall asleep still freezing , but you wake up warm. You didn't know kili would wrap his arms around you , transferring his body heat. Kili would give you your stew and set his bedroll next to , with his brother next to him. Fili would tease kili endlessly when you weren't around about him being whipped for you.

The next time your friendship turned into more was when you had saved him at lake town. Okay so you had learnt more from the elves than you let on. Which led you to saying kilis life then Smaug had attacked so you all hoped on a boat. Bards children too and Bain had left for his father even with your pleads for him not too.

You had sat next to kili in the boat as Fili and Bofur paddled the boat. You didn't v know what it was called. You had given Tilda and Sigrid your coat as they were freezing to death in their dresses. Leaving you just in your Tunic and trousers, you rubbed your arms yet again, only for kili to pull you into his lap, causing you to gasp quietly. You tried to not sit on his wound as he pulled you into his chest wrapping in his coat with him. "B-but kili your l-" he had cut you off pressing a kiss to your forehead, causing bards daughters to giggle.

"I'm fine, plus you saved me." He smirked Down at you, a blush washed your face still from his kiss. "It was beautiful." He spoke to you quietly. "W-what?" You couldnt deny kili was very attractive and you had grown a huge crush on him, you stuttered around him no one else. He made butterflies bloom inn b your stomach. "When you were healing me. I had never heard you speak so clearly before. Your voice is truly beautiful." You had looked him in awe , he really made your stomach flip.

"T-thank you." He brought one hand to your chin , turning your face to him, causing you to look deeply into your eyes.

"There's no need to be nervous around me. I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered so only you could hear, his tone was full of love , obviously you just thought he was being nice. "Okay,kili." You gulped before speaking , he continued to gaze at you now smiling widely. Before he does anything there's a huge crash , and Smaug had been killed, in which we took the girls to shore.

Sigrid offered your coat back you ushered her to keep it, but she grabbed you hand ushering you out of kilis lap. She smiled at you excitedly "that dwarf he truly likes you. " you blush at the girl who's sister is telling kili the same thing. "Really?" It was hard to believe anyone would like you, you felt as if you were made not be loved. She nodded excitedly before wishing you luck bringing you into a hug , and looks at kili smirk to kili , mouth 'she likes you.' After that she waves goodbye with her sister to find her father.

You walk back to sit down next to kili but before you could he guides your butt into his lap, wrapping you into his coat with him against. You sat side on so you weren't facing away from kili. His strong arms secured you in place safety. " what was that about?" He questioned smirking.

"Uhh, just a question about female thAngs." You knew that was the worst lie, he chuckled "oh I bet."

Soon the boat took off, and you all began walking to erebor. Kili had forced you to take his coat, as dwarves didn't feel the cold as much as human or some shit. Before you knew it you were at erebor, you had met with bilbo , saying Thorin had changed you had quickly shrugged off Kilis coat passing it to him roughly.

He looked at you confused. "No you keep it , you will be cold." You shook your head ," if Thorin sees he will assume things and have my head. I don't like being shouted at kili." You whimpered slightly at the end, Kili had brought you away from the others and Thorin.

"I wouldn't allow that to happen. What would he assume?y/n?" He smirked at you, you face flashed with red. "That we are uh together." You avoided eye contact, with the dwarf.

" maybe I wish for him to." He had whispered to you, sending chills down your spin. "W-what? Why?" You look at him in surprise. "I have admired you for a long time. I thought my flirtatious gestures presented my feelings for you." You heart was leaping out of your throat as he cupped your cheeks, leaning towards your lips pressing his soft lips to yours briefly.

"Now wear my coat, I expect I will be wearing you one night, if you get me?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Oi." You whispered shouted , as he put his coat on you securely. He smirked at you pressing another short kiss to your lips, pulling away from you afterwards.

"You made it kili ,and miss y/n. Hello." Thorin slides into view , his eyes now taking in your appearance raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah y/n saved me with some elvish healing thang." Thorin hummed in response.

"So, you and miss y/n ?" Kili nodded , grabbing your hand in his.

"Very well." You gasp in shock at Thorins calm words as Bilbo jumps out .

"Haha I knew it." Bilbo approaches you two,

"Like you aren't begging for Thorin, dildo gaggins." You whisper to the hobbit , blushed hard , Thorin eyes the situation suspiciously, before leaving.

"I am not!" He had protested.

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Thorin and the Gem Carver (Part 12)

Balin and Galadriel arrive with you in the wheeled chair and you all are greeted by a chorus of “Welcome!” Thorin, once again is stunned speechless by how lovely you look in the golden gown. Kili and Fili are giggling and watch their Amad elbow Thorin to snap him out of it. She chuckles and gives him a nudge towards you.

He comes over to you and kisses your forehead, then rests his on it for a moment. “My kidhuzurâl (golden one), how are you today?” he asks as he stands back up. You blush at his greeting and look up to Balin. He chuckles and tells Thorin, “She has asked me to adopt her as my Nâthuê kurdu (daughter of my heart).” He says quietly, but beaming.

Thorin gets a huge grin and pats Balin on the shoulder. “I am happy for you, Bâhaê ‘ugmul (my oldest friend). You have waited a long time for a child, and now Mahal blesses you with a daughter who’s hair matches yours!” he teases.

Balin guffaws and nods. “Aye, that it does, aside from the lovely blue.” He says, caressing your head lovingly. You tilt your head into his hand and enjoy his attentions. Thorin glances down at you and notices his courting braids near your face. He squats down and tilts your head to see how you got them so short. “How is it that your courting braids got so short, Gehyith (Little Dove)?” he inquires.

You tell him how your maid used the braid to make the diamond patterns on either side of your head with them so that the braids and beads could be seen and appreciated.” Thorin caresses the beautiful diamond patterns on the side of your head. “It is a clever maid you have. I approve of her design.” He says and stands. “Come, let us eat and celebrate Balin gaining a daughter!” he exclaims happy for his friend.

You giggle and Balin pushes you over to sit on Thorin’s right side. Fili is once again next to you and gives you a grin. “You look lovely, once again!” he tells you. “What is this?” he says, noticing his Uncle’s braids and beads hanging from your temples. “You didn’t notice them before?” you tease.

He shakes his head. “No, I guess I didn’t. When did he put them in your hair?” he asks. You laugh quietly, nearly a week ago! But the beads were all the way down by my feet and wouldn’t be seen by anyone. I was afraid of losing them, so Galadriel asked my maids to find a way to shorten the braids without cutting them or undoing them. This is what they came up with for today.” You explain.

He gazes at the diamond pattern she made with the courting braid. “I’ve never seen such a thing done with courting braids before! It makes such a pretty pattern in your hair like that! He exclaims quietly. Kee, look at what Jade’s maid did with Uncle’s courting braids in her hair!” he elbows his brother. Kili looks over and his eyes get wide, “Oooh! That looks neat! You should use that design for your royal border when you and Uncle marry!” he suggests. Thorin smirks at hearing his nephew say, ‘when’. Balin chuckles too.

You blush deeply and Thorin grins. Just then, your Aunt and Dwalin come into the Dining hall arm in arm and join you all at the table across from you. She notices your hair and comments on it, telling you it looks beautiful. You blush again and she grins. Thorin tells everyone he’d like their attention. The room quiets and he stands.

“Balin just informed me when he arrived with our dear Jade, that she has asked him to formally adopt her, wanting him to take over the role of Adad for her.” He announces. “Balin has agreed and so Jade will now be known as his Nâthuê kurdu (daughter of my heart).” Everyone looks at the two of you and cheers. Your face is beet red with embarrassment and you grin and duck your head. Everyone congratulates you both and Bombur brings out the best wine and mead and ale for everyone to celebrate with.

Thorin sits and takes your hand. “I am happy for you, Amrâlimê.” He tells you. “Balin is a wise and kind Dwarf and will make a wonderful Father figure for you.” He adds. “Aye, welcome to the family, Lass!” Dwalin says to you with a huge grin and holds up his mug of ale to you. You look at Thorin and he grins and helps you hold up your goblet of mead to his mug. Then he helps you to take a drink. “Thank you.” You tell them both.

Dwalin winks and chuckles. “So what did you do this morning while we were in council with a bunch of crabby old Dwarves?” Dwalin asks you. You sigh and reply, “I got bored being stuck in my room, so Galadriel asked the guard to find someone to show me around Erebor for a few hours. He went and got Bofur and Kili since you all were in council meetings.

We went to see the Hobbit’s garden, and the Library. Ori gave us a tour and he actually had one of my Mother’s journals that she had kept her drawings and designs for various projects she was working on. He gave it to me, and he also had some of my Poppa’s maps, which I told him to keep for the library. I didn’t have any use for them now that it seems that my traveling days are done.” You say sadly.

“Don’t say that, Jade.” I’m sure you’ll be able to travel again, it’ll just be a while until you’ve regained enough strength to do so.” Fili tells you.

You sigh. “It’s hard for me to just sit and not be doing something. It’s hard for me to need SO much help. I feel like a caged beast thanks to these injuries.” You say quietly. “You all have been so kind and generous to me, and I truly am grateful, but I just feel like I don’t fit in here. I’m used to leather and cotton and traveling from place to place, never settling down anyplace for too long. I’m used to the simple life roughing it. Being in luxury and fine dresses and jewelry like I am is foreign to me. I don’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror now.” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you trail off and look down into your lap, feeling embarrassed.”

Thorin and Dwalin look at each other, puzzled. They look down to Balin and he sees the puzzled expressions. Galadrial notices and asks them in their minds what the problem is. They tell her and she sighs. “She has been like this all morning.” She tells them. “She is struggling to come to terms with her losses and her new lifestyle. Just be patient and give her time to adjust.” She tells them.

Thorin reaches over to you and takes your hand. “Gehyith (Little Dove), I know you’re having a hard time adjusting. I understand. You did not grow up in this environment like we did. It will take time to adjust. We will do what we can to make it easier for you. If you need a break from things, let us know. If you wish for a change of scenery, we can arrange for you to visit friends in Dale or take you to see Lake Town. I do not recommend you go into the Greenwood though until you are wed. Thranduril may not let you leave if he catches you in his wooded realm.” He warns you. You nod.

“Come now, what would you like to eat for lunch?” he asks gesturing to the food on the table that Bombur and his family are setting down. You tell him what you’d like, and Fili takes your plate and puts the food on it and cuts it up for you so you can work on eating. He sets your plate in front of you and asks if there’s anything else you would like. You shake your head and he goes to fill his plate.

Thorin helps you stab the food with your fork and you can get it almost to your mouth now after using the new cutlery he gave you with the gem handles that are easier for you to hang onto. He helps you when you need it and helps you drink when you are thirsty. He eats between helping you and visiting with you and Dwalin and your Aunt.

Dis asks you how you liked the Library. “Oh! It’s lovely! I told Ori he should give lessons to the librarians in the White City! Their library is a huge mess! I don’t know how they can find anything in their library! It’s SO unorganized!!!” you giggle. Ori has done an amazing job in Erebor’s library and I look forward to spending more time exploring it when I am finally able to move on my own without needing help.” You tell her.

She grins and nods. “He has done a LOT of work cataloging and cleaning and organizing it. Balin tells me your Aunt is learning to read and write our language and will be helping him in the library once she is proficient in it!” Dis exclaims.

Julia nods. “Yes, Balin is teaching me and Dwalin is helping me practice reading and writing Khuzdul.” Julia confirms. “I’m enjoying learning to read stories and tales and can’t wait to be able to read the books in the library and go on my own adventures through them.” She giggles excitedly.

Dis just smiles warmly at seeing her excitement.

“Jade, did you have any other hobbies besides carving wood and gems?” Kili asks after a while. You frown. “Not really. Carving was all I ever seemed to do, aside from sketching out plans and designs like Poppa showed me to do. He never let me carve anything until I had drawn it out so it could be easily visualized by both me and the person I was making the piece for. That way they could make changes to it before I began to carve.” You explain.

“Did you have a book you drew your sketches in?” Kili asks. You shrug. “Not really. I just used whatever was available. Theoden had scraps of parchment that were saved and used for making first drafts of documents, they’d use both sides of the parchments before burning them.” You explain. “I’d make my drawings on those, once the job was completed, the drawings would be burned since they were not needed any longer.” You explain.

“Bummer!” Kili says, “I was hoping to see the different sketches of the things you had carved. All we’ve seen is the sapphire horse you carved for Eowyn.” He says. You frown. “Most of the items I carved were either for Theoden or for Elrond and Galadriel. I did most of the carvings in the great hall for Theoden, along with his throne and the various bed chambers they had for both the royal family and guests.” You say quietly.

Thorin’s, Dwalin’s, Kili’s, Fili’s and Dis’ eyes all get huge. “YOU carved those?!?” they all exclaim! We wondered who did such fine carvings!” Dwalin exclaimed. You duck your head and blush. “Really, Jade? You carved all those?” Fili asks you. You nod. “It took me several years to do them all.

Theoden had me start out in the guest chambers. Told me I could carve whatever I liked in them since I had been traveling through the kingdoms and lands of men and elves and a few dwarves for several decades. He trusted me to carve things that would appeal to them all. Once I had finished those rooms, he examined each one and approved, then he let me carve for their private chambers, giving me instructions as to what each chamber’s owner wanted carved. I drew up designs for them and the owner of the chamber and I would work together to come up with a design they liked. Then I’d carve in that room until it was finished, and then move on to the next room.

I started with Eowyn’s room, then her brother, Eomer’s, then their cousin, Théodred’s. Once they all attested to my skills, Theoden allowed me to carve in his room and then when he saw my skills and ability to carve in great detail, he gave me permission to carve in his great halls. Theoden had little in the way of treasure of gems, but he did allow me to carve a few of the ones he did possess. I made a signet ring for Theodred and for Eomer, and carved the sapphire horses for Eowyn that you have already seen.” You explain between bites of dessert. “I never thought to keep the drawings I did. I never thought anyone else would want to see them when they can go to the places to see the actual results for themselves.” You explain.

Thorin listens to you explaining your process for how you did carvings for Theoden, he decided to get you a journal that you can do your sketch designs in and keep them for future references. He decides to give it to you as a second courting gift. (The cutlery set didn’t count since it was a combined gift from him, Galadriel and Celeborn.)

Once everyone was done eating, you were wheeled back from the table by Fili and Kili. You sigh and look around. You see a carving of a beautiful raven off in the corner by the fireplace and ask Fili to push you over to it so you could look at it. He and Kili push you over to the statue and you sigh. “Can you help me to stand so I can see it?” you ask.

They look unsure. “I don’t know, Jade. Are you supposed to be standing yet?” Fili asks. “No.” a voice from behind them says. “But if you both support her weight, I will allow it.” Thorin rumbles. “Just be careful.” He adds.

They nod. Fili comes and stands in front of you. “Hook your arms around my neck, Jade.” He says. He puts his hands under your arms to lift you up. Kili is behind you and holds your hips, helping to lift you. Once they get you standing, Thorin moves the wheeled chair out from behind you.

Kili supports your weight by wrapping his arms around your middle and holds you flush against his chest. Your legs tingle like they are waking up from being asleep. You try to ignore the sensations and let go of Fili’s neck as he steps around next to you. “You got her okay, Kee?” he asks. Kili nods. “She doesn’t weigh much, Fee.” He giggles. You ask Fili to tuck the end of your dress into your belt so Kili doesn’t step on it and tear it. He blushes as it reveals your legs up to your knees, but does what you ask.

Fili moves closer to the statue so you can examine it better. You are amazed at the amount of fine detail. Each feather’s veining is carved into the black obsidian stone. Thorin, Balin and Dwalin stand off to the side near the fireplace and watch you.

Kili is holding you so that your feet just barely rest on the floor. When he moves, he hooks your feet on top of his, so your legs move in time with his like when a young dwarrowdam stands on her Adad’s feet to learn to dance. Balin chuckles and comments on it. Thorin and Dis chuckle as she joins them by the fire to watch you with her sons. “I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing that.” Dis says with a grin.

Galadriel comes over and stands by them watching you. You’re completely engrossed in examining the statue and the two young dwarves are telling you about the great Raven who chose to serve their ancestor, Durin the Deathless. They explain to you that the Raven was the inspiration for this piece and it is supposed to be Durin the Deathless’ Raven and that all the Ravens who serve the line of Durin are descended from that original Raven.

You are caressing the feathers and enjoying the feeling of the cool stone and the subtle engravings under your fingers. You turn slightly to examine the feet of the bird when your leg moves on it’s own as if you were trying to shift from one leg to the other. Kili’s eyes get huge. “Hey! You moved your leg all on your own, Jade!” he exclaims.

“Huh?” you say, confused. “When you turned to examine the Raven’s feet, your body weight shifted and your leg moved on it’s own as if you were going to put your weight onto it.” he tells you. You look down and sure enough, it’s moved from where it had been resting on top of Kili’s boot.

“Huh!” you say, puzzled. ‘I don’t know how I did it!” you reply. “Try to move it again, Jade.” Fili says excitedly. You look down at it and nothing happens. You look up at Fili and frown. “Nothing’s happening.” You say, puzzled.

“Hmmm.” Fili says, rubbing his beard and playing with his mustache braids. “Try picturing yourself walking to me.” He says and takes a couple steps away. Kili turns you so you’re facing Fili. You close your eyes and picture yourself walking to Fili. You feel tingling in your legs and feet. You concentrate on the feeling now and you feel your foot twitch.

Your eyes are still closed so you don’t see the Dwarves’ reaction to the two brothers encouraging you to try to move your legs again. Their eyes open wide with surprise when your left foot twitches forward a half step then stops. Galadriel grins and encourages you in your mind. “Good, keep doing that Jade. Whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it. Your foot moved forward a half step.” She tells you silently.

You continue to focus and this time on your other foot. You feel the tingle build in your muscles then feel it twitch and hear a small gasp come from your right. You want to look, but Kili keeps encouraging you. “Great job, Jade. Do it again!” he tells you.

You spend the next few minutes focusing on the tingles in your legs, feeling them build and then release in a twitch of your muscles, making you take a half step forward each time. Kili and Fili are absolutely ecstatic and are excited to see you moving your legs. The adult Dwarves stand there stunned, watching you ever so slowly make your way a few feet across the floor to where Fili was standing.

You get about half-way to Fili and then say, “Kee, I’m tired. Can I please sit again?” “Sure, Jade. You did great! I’m proud of you!” he tells you. “Yeah, Jade. That was awesome to see! We’ll have to keep practicing that with you.” Fili tells you as he brings the wheeled chair over to you. He helps Kili lower you into the chair and you rub your legs. “Are your legs hurting, Lass?” Balin asks as he comes over to make sure you’re okay.

“Just tingly.” You reply. “I’m proud of you, ‘Ibinê (My gem). You did very good for a first time!” He praises you. “I think we should have Oin take a look at your spine again and see if he is okay with you practicing like this though. “How did it feel? Any pain anywhere?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No, it just tingled. The tingling sensation would build up and then feel like it explodes or releases and makes the muscles twitch. Then builds up again and repeats when I try to move my legs.” You try to explain what you’re feeling, unsure if you’re getting across to him what you are feeling.” Galadriel grins.

“That is a good sign, Jade. It means the nerves are starting to reconnect and communicate with your brain again.” She tells you and the other Dwarrow. “Just don’t over do it. A little at a time, until you don’t feel exhausted any longer.” She suggests.

You all nod. “I think you should go lie down for a while. Sweetheart. You’re looking pretty tired.” Balin tells you. You nod and yawn, making them all chuckle.

“I’ll take you back to your room.” He tells you. “Your Aunt and Dwalin left to get her back to the Library to help Ori with a project, so I’ll have the maids come help you get ready for your nap, and I’ll come sit with you once you’re ready to sleep. If you need anything, I’ll be right by the fireplace.” He tells you.

“Mind if I join you?” Thorin asks Balin. Balin looks down to you. You shrug. “I guess it would be alright, since the two of you are not being left alone and are chaperoned.” Balin teases. Thorin rolls his eyes and chuckles.

You thank Kili and Fili for helping you and for telling you about the ravens. They grin and nod. “Get some rest, Jade.” They say, “Hurun ganat.”(rest well)

Thorin walks with you as Balin pushes you in the wheeled chair down the hall and back to your room. You look at the carvings on the wall directing the inhabitants to different areas of the mountain. “Adad, you said that guests sometimes stay in the royal wing?” you ask.

Balin grins, hearing you call him Adad. “Yes, Lass, why do you ask?” he inquires, pausing as you look over at another of the carvings on the wall. “How do they know where to go in the mountain when they can not read these carvings?” you ask.

Balin and Thorin look at each other, then down at you. “They ask the guards.” Thorin tells you.

You frown. “Wouldn’t it show them more hospitality if there were additional engravings in the common tongue directing them how to navigate the mountain like the khuzdul engravings do for the dwarrow?” you inquire.

They both look at you in surprise. Then Balin chuckles. “Yes, Lass, I suppose it would be more hospitable for them to not constantly have to ask a guard for directions if they could just read them on the walls in common tongue. I guess no one ever thought to do it till now.” he says patting your shoulder.

Thorin smiles, appreciating your thoughtful gesture to guests in the mountain who could not read Khuzdul.

They arrive back at your suite and Thorin sends a guard to go fetch your maids so they can help you get ready for a nap.

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warrioreowynofrohan · 4 years

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Finarfin, Elrond, Gil-galad for the character thoughts meme, if you still want to do it?

Absolutely! I enjoy doing these; it helps me pull together my thoughts on characters without really needing any sort of unifying theme. I’ll do them one post at a time.

Finarfin

I get the impression that Finarfin is deeply conflict-averse. He’s by nature a mediator and concilator, and he believes in thinking things through and not making hasty decisions; all of which are excellent traits for his later kingship. (The Noldor really should have listened to him. One of the things that stands out to me most about the Return is the way in which Fëanor is trying to drive things along as fast as possible and prevent anyone from stopping and thinking - going by their lack of intel on Morgoth or anything about Beleriand, they don’t even think to bring along a couple palantír, which would be invaluble in war both for surveillance and communications! - and that after the initial rush to Middle-earth, the death of Fëanor, and the capture of Maedhros, they spend about 20 years sitting around doing pretty much nothing until Fingolfin shows up and bails them out. Just think if they had all spent those 20 years in Valinor building their own boats instead.)

It’s striking just how devastating the Return must have been for Finarfin. In the space of a couple days, he loses almost all of his family - his father is dead; his brothers have both left; all his children have all left; and his relationship with Eärwen must have been severely damaged for at least some time.

And in some ways leaving the Return right in the middle of it is the worst of both worlds. He’s separated from all his family by his decision to stay, but he’s still not innocent; prior to the Doom, he had been willing to use the ships stolen from Alqualondë, despite the murder of his wife’s people. Once you’ve gone that far, it takes a great deal of moral courage to change your mind, turn back, and say I was wrong - all the more so when you’re doing it alone. (In contast, I’m somewhat amused by The Silmarillion describing Fingon and Turgon as “loath to abandon any task to which they had put their hands until the bitter end” as if it was an inherently good quality. ‘We may not always make good decisions, but at least we stick to them!’)

Romantic relationship: Finarfin/Eärwen. I think they met because he spent quite a lot of time in Alqualondë, trying to avoid the family drama in Tirion. And Finwë would doubtless have wanted his sons to become friends with the family of his friend Olwë; Finwë must have been delighted by their wedding.

Favourite non-romantic relationship: I think the one that interests me most is his relationship with Finrod. I really like the way Philosopher at Large portrays it in The Leithian Script, with Finrod’s departure during the Return (with a large part of the House of Arafinwë behind him) driving a serious breach between them; there’s an amazing scene in the later part of that fic where they talk/argue things out. It works well precisely because there’s such a strong instinct to regard both characters as very nice people without a lot of sharp edges or interpersonal conflict, so looking at that divide adds a lot of dimensions to both their personalities.

In my own head, I don’t regard the conflict as being quite as sharp, but it would virtually impossible for Finarfin not to feel betrayed and abandoned by all his sons and a large part of his people leaving him to go with the Kinslayers. And all the emotions wrapped up with that would only become more conflicted and painful as he learned of the deaths of his brothers and his sons - the complex web of I loved them and They betrayed me and I was angry, I’m still angry, but I never wanted it to end like this. And it would give him a real ability to empathize with Finrod, later, when Finrod was feeling very much those same emotions over the Fall of Nargothrond.

Unpopular opinion: I think that, at least from the Second Age onward, being King of the Noldor in Valinor didn’t involve doing a great deal. Valinor is, the overwhelming majority of the time, a world with no danger and no scarcity, which removes the necessity for most of the functions of government. I don’t even see it as really having any kind of economic structure that we would recognize - people do what they enjoy, and they give what they produce freely because they enjoy doing it, and there’s always enough. If food is needed, Yavanna creates food.[1] Everyone has projects, but no one has a job in the sense of something you need to do in order to earn a living whether you want to or not, and there’s nothing that could be recognized as economic class.

That doesn’t mean that Finarfin’s kingship is all presiding at banquets - there would be various issues to mediate or coordinate at various times - but on the whole it would have more in common with Mayor of the Shire than, say, King of Gondor.

(This vision is partially influenced by Tolkien’s description of his idea government as being a sort of monarchist anarchism, where you have a king but he doesn’t really do very much.)

Something I wish had/did happen with them in canon: I think he and Eärwen would develop a good relationship with Thingol (Eärwen’s uncle!), once they’d gotten a profuse apology for the whole “getting Finrod killed” thing.

[1] Also, from the fact that the Noldor were able to survive a multi-year journey across the Helcaraxë at all, despite packing very little in the way of provisions, I get the impression that elves don’t need to eat as much or as often as Men do.

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arianaofimladris · 5 years

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For Arafinwean Week, Day 7 - legacy. Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir,

The outside world

Chapter I

“It’s so beautiful here!” Exclaimed Arwen as they stopped by Durin’s stone.

Elladan and Elrohir exchanged knowing glances. They could remember their own awe when Celebrian had brought them to Kheled-Zâram for the first time, the deep waters mirroring the mountains, the dark blue colour they wished they could capture in jewellery.

“Can we go and see what’s on the other side?” Arwen turned around and looked up pleadingly.

Elladan smiled. He had thought that their sister’s enthusiasm would have burned down a bit by now, but Arwen still seemed to enjoy every moment of her trip. She had reached the age of ten and their parents allowed her to join the twins on their journey to Lothlorien to meet her grandparents.

It was the first time she left Rivendell and the outside world seemed to be a constant wonder. She wanted to look into every corner in Lorien, and was about to leave with Celeborn on a trip around the forest, when Galadriel asked the twins to run a small errand with the dwarves. As soon as Arwen heard about it, she insisted on going with them, still amazed by the underground kingdom. Galadriel thought it would be a good practice for Elrond’s sons and they didn’t mind taking their little sister with them. At first Arwen was enthusiastic, but she grew bored before they were finished, so to make it up for her, Elrohir promised her she would be able to pick the place for their camp on their way back.

“I don’t see why not,” Elladan shrugged. “We can go along the water and make a camp there, then return to Lorien tomorrow.”

“It’s not like we’re in a hurry,” agreed Elrohir. “Lead the way, my lady,” he mocked a bow.

***

They reached the other side of the lake and decided to stay there for the night. Arwen chose a spot by the shore that allowed an easy access, and so they swam in the warm water, washing all the dust from their journey. They spent quite some time splashing and laughing, but then Elrohir reminded Arwen that they needed to prepare their camp for the night and since she was responsible for it, she should appoint the tasks. The girl needed not to be asked twice and soon both of the brothers were sent to collect the wood for the fire, while she went to hunt for food. They had enough provisions to prepare a supper, but the twins let Arwen collect whatever she could find, as long as she stayed within their sight.

“Ro, help me! It caught me!”

Elrohir looked up from the fire he was preparing and laughed as he saw Arwen’s foe. His sister was trying to reach for raspberries she had found, but the biggest and sweetest fruits were way beyond her reach. In her eagerness to get them all, she ended up tangled in the bushes.

“The lady is in distress and needs a rescue,” he called to Elladan, who went the other way to collect more wood than the sticks Arwen had brought.

“Don’t keep her waiting then!” Came a merry reply.

“Elrohir!”

“Coming, my lady!” Despite his valiant pose of a knight rescuing a dame, Elrohir did not resolve to drawing his weapons against the deadly foes of raspberry branches. Besides, the sword he carried laid along with his bag and cloak by the lake.

Arwen giggled as he freed her from raspberries and put her on his hip, trying in vain to smoothen her braids. “Look! There is more!” She cried in delight when she spotted another bushes. “We’ll have raspberries for dinner.”

“Raspberries are NOT dinner,” objected Elrohir, but he put her down and let her drag him towards the bushes she saw. “But we can have them for dessert, if you manage to spare some.”

“Of course I will!” The girl pouted and reached for the fruits.

Elrohir intended to follow her when he sensed his twin’s alert. The warning Elladan sent him was unclear, but it seemed grave. Wondering if his brother had spotted some animal they wouldn’t want to disturb, Elrohir leaned towards his sister.

“Be quiet, Arwen,” he whispered. “I’m serious.”

The girl nodded solemnly and grasped his hand, her other one clenching and squeezing the raspberries she was holding. Elrohir heard what must have alarmed his brother and he immediately understood why Elladan tensed so much. The noise wasn’t that of an animal, but of a group travelling through the forest. Whoever it was, Elladan clearly didn’t want to meet them.

“Arwen. Whatever it is, we don’t want to attract it, right?” whispered Elrohir. “Come.” Slowly he headed away, leading his sister on the soft moss, but a sudden bustle of noises made them both stop. They could hear voices, harsh, ugly voices, though the words were foreign.

“Shhh,” repeated Elrohir, feeling Arwen’s hand trembling in his grasp. He wanted to go on, but spotted Elladan sneaking towards them, his sword bare in his hand.

“Orcs!” He breathed and Elrohir paled as he realised that his own weapon was by the lake. Judging by the noises, the orcs had just discovered their camp. “Move!”

“We may not be able to escape.” Elrohir looked at his brother with despair. Between them, Arwen stood obediently silent and distressed, threatening to burst into tears at moment’s notice. The chances of escaping with a child were small.

Elladan glanced at the girl, then at his brother and nodded grimly. Decision made, Elrohir knelt and placed his hands on Arwen’s shoulders. “Listen to me. I need you to run, just like you do when we play. But you have to keep quiet, alright?”

“Why?” Arwen stared at him wide-eyed, her lip trembling.

“I’ll explain it later. We’ll follow you. Run along the lake up to the Durin’s stone. There,” Elrohir pointed between the bushes at the stone visible at the other side of the deep water. “Go! Don’t stop, don’t look back. We’ll follow you!” He pushed the girl and she broke into run.

As soon as she did, the brothers moved as well, picking the direction that would take the threat away from their sister, should they be spotted. Elladan kept his sword ready. Having no other option, Elrohir picked a thick branch that looked solid enough to withstand a few blows. He had a knife by his belt, but it would be useless against a sword or whatever weapons the orcs used.

The orcs must have picked their trail, as the brothers heard a sudden burst of voices that neared. It seemed that all of them were following the twins, meaning that Arwen should be safe. The orcs were much smaller, and Elladan and Elrohir were swift. Chances were that they would manage to escape without picking a fight.

They ran into a clearing and halted at the sight of more orcs. Elrohir grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him backwards, but it was too late; they had been spotted. Suddenly the two elves found themselves surrounded.

‘When you’re outnumbered, never split up,’ Glorfindel used to say. Elladan found it hard to follow. They did try to stay together, but soon they got separated and once it happened, there was no way to get to one another among the orcs. There were many of them. Too many. Elladan was aware that the one sword he had and the thick stick Elrohir had picked were not enough. A few opponents, perhaps they would have managed, but not two dozen.

The stick broke and the bludgeon hit Elrohir’s arm. The impact was already slowed by the stick, but it made him lose his footing and that was all the orcs needed. Another attacker struck with his weapon and a heavy head of a cudgel hit the elf in the ribs, sending him on the ground.

“No!” Elladan rushed towards his fallen brother. He was too far away to block any attack that would come...

But none came. Instead of striking a final blow, an orc grabbed Elrohir by the hair and dragged him up, heedless to the fact that the elf was gasping and struggling to breathe. He barked something Elladan didn’t understand, but the gesture of a knife pressed against Elrohir’s throat was plain enough.

“Ru-“ air was yet again blown off Elrohir before he could finish, but it would have changed nothing. Elladan froze in horror. It was enough for the orcs, two, three, Elladan didn’t know, to overwhelm him. The next few moments were all a blur. He fell, he struggled, he fought to keep his sword. It was taken from him. There was Elrohir there, near, the knife threatening to take his life, but the instincts told him to struggle, to try.

He had no chance. He was pushed down again and had his hands twisted behind his back. We’ll die, he thought desperately and tried with new energy to wriggle himself out the foul grasp. The orcs had other plans. Elladan screamed as his right shoulder gave in with a nauseating pop. Pain blinded him and before he could help it, his hands were tied tightly. His dislocated arm hurt as if it was about to be ripped out completely and the ropes prevented him from even trying to find a more comfortable position.

Two orcs pulled at his arms and Elladan bit back a scream. Grasping what they wanted of him, he scrambled on his feet. The orcs were small, but they could easily stab him in the stomach, should he resist, he knew this much. Elladan turned as much as he could and saw his brother being treated in a similar way, though he was still kneeling. There was no knife by his throat now, only a rope binding his hands behind his back. At least two orcs held the longer end of the rope and Elladan suspected he was being held on a similar kind of lash. For a moment disgust was stronger than fright, but it was easily forgotten as he was pushed forwards.

The orc that looked like a commander of the group poked Elrohir, motioning him to stand as well. The elf yelped and obeyed, swaying a little, his expression pained.

“Ro?!” Elladan called in alarm.

“Broken. Ribs,” hissed the other twin. He stood a little bent over, his arms curled as much as the rope allowed him. His breathing was quick and shallow. “Arrgh!”

“Don’t!” Protested Elladan, seeing that the orc holding his brother’s rope intended to poke him with his cudgel again.

The orc made a gurgling noise and only after a moment did Elladan realise it was laughter. Mortified, he found his brother’s eyes. What would become of them now?

It didn’t look like the orcs intended to kill them; at least not now, otherwise they would have not bound them so. Instead, they pushed them roughly forwards, the whole group forming a more or less organized column. There was no way the twins could resist.

The orcs headed towards the mountains, away from the lake and the path. And from Arwen.

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Elrohir told her to run and so she did. She ran and ran, too frightened to look back. She was swift and her brothers often chased her along Bruinen at home, but eventually they always got her. But now... Arwen stopped as she realised the twins were not chasing her like Elrohir had said. She had a vague idea what was going on, but she knew one thing for sure – they were not playing. her brothers never let her out of their sight, even when she tried to hide from them. They were always there, near.

But they were nowhere near now. Arwen hid in the bushes by the lake and waited, watching the path she had come through and listening. No one came. No one was nearing.

Arwen sniffled. She had always wanted to hide successfully from her brothers, but now that it had finally happened, she suddenly felt very small and very alone. The sun had already disappeared behind the mountains and the night was coming, but Elladan and Elrohir did not come.

A tear rolled down her cheek, then another one. Once they started, there was no stopping them. Arwen dragged her knees up to her chest and curled, her tunic muffling her desperate sobs. Elladan would probably tease her for crying, but she didn’t care. She just wanted them to come. Or mum and dad. Surely they would come...

The story is also here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19897702/chapters/47128591

#Elladan #Elrohir #Arwen #arafinweanweek #Day 7 legacy #my fic #The Lord of the Rings

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sweetteaanddragons · 6 years

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Because I Walked Away from Death

Happy Halloween everyone!

Sadly, this isn’t particularly spooky, though it does start out very depressing. Maedhros is not a happy camper. Please keep that in mind.

He means to die. He steps to the very edge of the crack, looks into the magma below, and means to jump. It cannot possibly hurt worse than the Silmaril burning through his hand.

But Maglor sees him, and Maglor runs forward, and Maglor shoves him to safety -

And then Maglor - Maglor -

It is not, it turns out, a very stable piece of land, that edge.

Maedhros springs forward with a cry, but his last living brother slips through his fingers, and the last he hears of his brother’s beautiful voice is a scream as bad as any in Angband.

Maedhros stares down at the magma and there is no reason in the world not to join him.

No reason save that Maglor has just - just -

Maglor is gone because he didn’t want Maedhros to do that. All of his other brothers have died for nothing. He cannot let Maglor do the same.

That’s what he reasons out later.

The moment it happens he just stands there and can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t -

Can’t.

He wanders. He doesn’t care where he goes. It doesn’t matter.

He puts the Silmaril in a pouch at his waist.

In his dreams, it still burns.

He hears scraps of news sometimes. Tyelpe still lives and is building a city. Elros is mortal and sailing to build a new kingdom. Elrond is serving under Gil-Galad.

There is other news too, but it falls out of his head like water through a sieve, like hope from the Noldor, like Maglor from his outstretched hand.

It’s hard to survive on his own with just one badly scarred hand.

When the Silmaril falls from its pouch and he reaches out unthinkingly to catch it, hard becomes impossible. The fresh burn on top of the scar makes nearly everything unmanageable.

In a hand curled like a claw, he manages to scoop the Silmaril back into its pouch. He doesn’t bother looking for water to soak his hand in.

He just turns his face to Tyelpe’s city. Possibly he will be cut down at the gates, but it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is getting the Silmaril somewhere safe. He cannot just hold onto it until some poor traveler pries it from his corpse and accidentally starts another war. Tyelpe will know what to do with it.

And then Maedhros can go back to the wilderness and walk until he cannot walk anymore, and it will not be his fault when he falls.

Or at least no more his fault than everything is.

He has a dozen stories planned to get through the gates. He doesn’t end up using any of them because absolutely no one tries to stop him from strolling right in.

Maedhros frowns and thinks that perhaps before he goes he should talk to Tyelpe about his security.

He is not sure where to find his nephew, and he doesn’t dare draw attention to himself by asking, so he just heads toward the forges and hopes for the best.

It works. He hears a familiar voice ranting passionately inside the largest one, and he slips inside. Tyelpe is there, project momentarily set aside to debate some point with his companion.

“Tyelpe,” Maedhros calls, and his voice breaks. “Celebrimbor,” he corrects because that’s what his nephew prefers now, isn’t it?

Celebrimbor turns, eyes going wide. His companion turns too, and Maedhros stumbles back when he sees those eyes.

“Gorthaur,” he chokes out in horror. A thousand remembered pains return.

Celebrimbor tenses, but the monster just frowns in concern. “I am called Annatar, my friend. Are you quite well?”

“Do not try your tricks on me,” Maedhros spits. “I learned to see through them all by the end.”

“By the - Then you were a thrall! I assure you, you are safe here. Perhaps a healer - “ He stops when Celebrimbor draws back towards Maedhros. “Surely you are not taking these ravings seriously!”

Celebrimbor says nothing, just looks grimly between them, and Maedhros -

Maedhros is desperate and has nothing left to lose save his nephew, so he puts his ruined hand into the pouch and draws forth the Silmaril with its condemning light.

It does not burn.

In the amazement over that, he almost misses Sauron’s flinch.

Celebrimbor does not, and Sauron knows it. He immediately changes tactics.

“I did warn you that not all in my past was to the good,” he says mournfully. “I have changed, Celebrimbor. I desire a new start. Surely you of all people can understand that?”

Celebrimbor hesitates.

Sauron presses. “Think of all the good we could still do together, the things we could build, the power we could share - “

Celebrimbor’s face shuts down instantly. “As my grandfather once said: Get thee gone from my gate, thou jail-crow of Mandos.”

Sauron’s face becomes terrible in its wrath. “And how will you make me, least and weakest of a failed line?” he hisses. “Your mightiest elders could not vanquish me, and you think you will? With what? The sword you leave carelessly in your room? The Silmaril you know not how to wield? The aid of an uncle who can no longer even grasp a weapon?”

He’s not entirely wrong. Maedhros does the only thing he can think of.

He is already far beyond his father’s forgiveness in any case for letting his brothers die, and the Oath is given up for lost.

He throws the Silmaril directly at Sauron’s face.

Only Feanor and the Valar may know how to properly wield its magic, but its burning properties are straightforward enough.

Sauron screams.

And Celebrimbor reaches into his pocket, and when he pulls his hand out, he’s wearing three blindingly bright rings. He clenches his hand into a fist and repeats, “Get. Thee. Gone.”

The wave of power is so immense that Maedhros stumbles back.

Sauron howls in wounded fury and vanishes.

“He’ll be back,” Maedhros says wearily and plods his way towards the Silmaril. He probably ought to scoop it up again. He’s not sure if the non-burning trend will continue when he’s not in direct opposition to the greatest evil remaining in this world.

“Of course he will be,” Celebrimbor says and sits down rather hard on the nearest available surface in order to better laugh rather hysterically. “Sauron. In my city.”

“You dismissed him well,” Maedhros offers. “Though I don’t think he was technically ever a prisoner of Mandos.”

“Yes. Well. You try thinking of something nicely witty in the moment. I don’t know how Grandfather did it.”

Maedhros squints at the rings still on Celebrimbor’s hand. Their glow is dimming now. “Speaking of Father,” he says cautiously, “I thought you were foreswearing our mistakes, not reliving them.”

Celebrimbor looks down at them ruefully. “I’m not a complete fool,” he says. “I knew something was off. These were just . . . a backup plan of sorts. Although I don’t think I’d admitted that even to myself.”

“Right,” Maedhros says, still more tired than anything. And who is he to lecture Celebrimbor? “While we’re on the topic of our family’s mistakes, I want you to have that one.” He nods to the Silmaril still on the floor. “It’s why I came, actually.”

“And I’m very glad you did,” Celebrimbor says. Maedhros tries not to dwell on the undeserved warmth the words summon. “But are your sure? The Oath won’t . . . “

“Won’t matter in a few months,” Maedhros says dismissively. “I can hold it for that long even if the Oath doesn’t recognize you as a legitimate holder of it.”

Celebrimbor freezes.

Maedhros holds up his ruined hand. “He was wrong about many things,” he says, “but not when he said I couldn’t hold a sword.”

Celebrimbor is by his side in an instant. “You need to see a healer for this. Elrond is coming for a visit soon, I’m sure he can help, and until then there are many talented healers in the city - “

“I did not come to impose upon your hospitality,” Maedhros interrupts.

Celebrimbor glares at him. “No, you came so you could die in peace. Surely you don’t still mean to do that after what we’ve just discovered.”

He ought to stay, Maedhros realizes. Celebrimbor never fought on the front lines of the war. Maedhros could help.

“I’m very tired,” he says quietly.

“Please, uncle,” Tyelpe begs.

Maedhros’s shoulders slump in defeat. “We keep my identity quiet for as long as we can.”

“If you like,” his nephew agrees instantly. “Although some of your old followers would be very glad to see you.”

Maedhros ignores this. “If my being here starts to cause trouble, I leave immediately.”

Celebrimbor begins to steer him towards the door, probably with the intention of getting him to a healer. “I’m sure we can resolve it peacefully.”

“And we are not bothering Elrond with my hand.”

“Whatever you say, Uncle Maedhros. Whatever you say.”

Maedhros doesn’t trust that tone, but he’s tired.

If this is the outcome, perhaps for just a moment it will be alright not to fight.

#alternate universe #canon divergence #maedhros #celebrimbor #sauron #maglor #character death #suicidal thoughts #fic #happy ending #hopeful ending at least

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threehoursfromtroy · 7 years

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March of Process - Pt 7

Part 6

A dark and somber turn in the Spirit World flashbacks signals a dark and somber turn in the main plot. Korra talking about contemplating suicide? We saw her on the cliff at the end of Book 1, looking over the side; she went to the same cliff again during Korra Alone, ostensibly to practice, but the subtext is hard to ignore. So much of Korra's sense of self-worth, through most of the show, was centered on being the Avatar; her darkest moments are when she thinks she can't be what she's 'supposed' to be, and then what good is she?

Obviously, she's an amazing and strong person, Avatar or no, but its hard to see that yourself, when you're standing on the edge. And harder still, sometimes, to talk about it with people you care about. Especially when the one you care about most has lost everything else she holds dear...

Back to the plot proper, foreboding has built and we get... a meeting with the president. Or first, a drive to a meeting with the president. I write too many 'going from place to place' scenes. Its a crutch. It's a way to get two characters talking alone, but I can impart a lot of this information without having to explain to readers how characters change locations. Probably.

Point is, I could've started this chapter with the kiss on the steps—and boy, isn't it a good one?—without losing anything. That's my editor talking, and were this a novel I was submitting for publication, that's what I'd do, picking what material out of that conversation I NEED the audience to know and sneaking it in elsewhere. But I never wear my editor hat while writing. That's a surefire recipe to bogging yourself down. Write as a writer, edit as an editor, but don't do both at once.

After that, the big meeting scene... I have a special loathing for these, haha. Too many characters in a room means you have to spend a lot of time passing the conversation from one to another, and you can't ever forget which characters are there. Everybody in the room has to have their own agenda, and it's tiring to keep them all in mind, making these scenes complicated to write AND generally just piles of exposition. Sometimes it can't be helped, you just gotta Council of Elrond that shit, but they're tricky to make work well.

At least here, I've got several plotlines/character threads to tic off. Eska learning how to be a better person, with Tonraq's help especially. Raiko's pettiness. Asami thinking tactically, which comes into play later. The situations in Zaofu and Kuodan both. Iroh's relationship with his mom. But the crux of the matter is the plot separating Korra and Asami.

Honestly, my original plans were to make this situation even more complicated. If Progress and increasing complexity were the overarching problems Korra is dealing with, then creating not one but several critical, Avatar-level situations at the same time goes to show how tenuous things have become. One woman isn't enough to police the whole world, no matter how amazing she is; having two crises makes this point well enough. The other issues perhaps acted as enough distraction to allow these problems to grow large. After all, eight or ten chapters ago, who could've known which development was barreling toward disaster and which could be worked out by a precocious teenage girl?

Of course, Eska isn't that much older, and as much as she's grown, she still manages to set of Raiko. Of course, he's an infant, so... (The insult to his authority is just enough to get him to go off and do a stupid thing, which plays into a lot of plots in the final act. The guns involved in the plot in Ba Sing Se all get there because of what Raiko does at the end of this chapter. Decision. Consequence. Gotta have consequence.)

The emotional meat of the chapter, though, is Asami's conversation with Korra, being asked to stay behind while Korra goes into danger. Again. Can't Korra understand how terrified of abandonment Asami is? Can't Korra see she's still questioning her own judgment, after trying to kill the man that killed her mother? Of course, Korra can. Korra knows that. And Asami knows that Korra knows, but emotionally... emotionally, these things are a lot more complicated. Asami collects herself—the setup makes sense—and we set our trajectories.

Finally, after how many chapters away? I get back to Kuodan. (Three. It was three chapters.) I may have stayed away a little too long—the intent was to build up foreboding, but you can go too far with it, to the point that readers begin to disinvest. That might not be as bad a problem if you can read straight through, now, but posting once a week makes that more pronounced. (Yes, once a week; up until this point, I'd been posting weekly, but then, everything changed when grad school attacked. I did some math, and realized that, the amount of material I had written ahead would get me through to winter break if I switched to biweekly. Better to be steady than have large gaps in posting I thought! But I also thought that the story was gonna clock in at 28 or so chapters at that point, so more the fool me.)

Given that time away, I focus entirely on this plotline, and further, I made the decision to use entirely my original characters for POVs—to further put the fate of Tenzin and Zuko in doubt, as well as to add more tension to the narrative. Readers may be less immediately attached to Caluqtiq and Nuktik, though the strength they show here in spite of their terror helps invest them. But because these aren't series regulars, there's also a greater perceived chance that they could be hurt or killed—at least, such was the theory.

I'd say this is their chapter to shine, and they do, but I think this is more their chapter to really prove themselves, whereas their arc in the last third of the story really takes them above and beyond. But given that I made Nuktik a transgender character, having this establishing plot have no bearing whatsoever upon his gender, save perhaps for appreciating Zuko as something of a father figure in this scary time, is exactly the kind of representation we need to have out there. Nuktik is a Northerner, a waterbender, a young man, a fan of Katara, transgender... these are all aspects of his character, but no single one of them defines him. Too often, when a transgender character is written, 'transgender' is all they're allowed to be. We can be so much more. The chapter, though, ends much like it began—with Tenzin and the others in peril, but hopefully with the tension raised. We know how far the company in the town will go to cover this up, and yeah there's a bit of anti-anarcho-capitalism going on here. There's a bit of dipping into the Pullman strike and other early labor actions here, but more I just let it play out.

Speaking of playing out... is it really two more chapters before the characters get to Kuodan? Gosh my pacing was worse than I thought! :/ Here's another 'showing every step' problem like I have, where chapter 15 and 16 BOTH deal with plot setup that largely could've been skipped. I was focused more on character moments, I think, and when you're writing a cast of roughly nine million characters, that takes a while. Lemme go through and see what would be worth keeping or not... Well the flashback in 15 was me explaining my relative lack of spirits in the Spirit World in a cute way, and not at all because I just didn't think to include them and wanted to focus more on Korrasami fluff. As a classic turning a weakness into a strength, it works.

Korra and Asami have a sweet moment on the boat. Asami's still unpacking the fact that she shot somebody with intent to kill. Having Asami accidentally say 'married yet,' showing this nice close scene with Tonraq... probably had to have at least one more fluffy, supportive thing before Everything Goes To Shit. Not a great scene but could be salvaged. Bolin, too, is unpacking what he saw Asami do, and Opal provides some fairly unique insight, as a former non-bender. Tensions between the groups are something that book 1 squandered a golden opportunity to explore, and while I don't get fully into it in this story, it is an undercurrent that I like to touch on when it makes sense. Cute scene, overall not super necessary other than to perhaps add perspective to Asami's actions. If Bolin weren't part of Team Avatar, honestly, he could probably be cut from the story entirely? I'll say more on that in a minute.

Mako and his crew are still driving (too much transit, again), but this scene is mostly just to touch base with that plotline because it had been a while and still would be. It's short, probably okay. Asami and Pema... okay I really love this scene. I wanted a scene with Asami and Korra's parents, probably the one scene I never could find a way to put in, but it's so like Asami to think of the one person everyone else always seems to take for granted. Have I said yet how much I admire all the moms in this show? I'm sure Pema has mothered Asami a little here and there, and you know Miss Sato appreciated every moment of it. Good short scene, good character moment, keep it. Jinora finally gets back into the plot! I hadn't intended to sideline her as I had, but it became a convenient way to draw out tension, as she's the easiest way to get information from Kuodan, and the reader knows it. Now she's back, and gonna be blaming herself unfairly. Hopefully Big Sister Korra can explain to her why that's a bad plan. Plot-relevant, character moment, probably could trim it a little but it would stay.

Kuvira—she's still in this! But her plot is still tertiary; like the Mako plot, this is here mostly to keep the readers up to speed, and set up later stuff. Her plot is in holding position, though it rumbles just a bit as it's revealed at the end that it's not her army around Zaofu. Shorten perhaps, but keep. Lin—I really love this Lin scene, furious at herself for daring to have a good time with Kya, but the moment she hears what's going on, that all vanishes, and Kya is the first person she thinks of. Then Raiko calls and gets her all mad again. Kyalin becomes more prominent in the last third in particular, and this is just some wonderful Beifong material, so I think mostly keep it. Ugh, so in the end, with one pass, I haven't changed much. Bridge chapters are tough. Some of this, I could've found other ways to handle, particularly if I'd done the next chapter another way. But alas... I considered not having a flashback in chapter 16, just because it has a single pov for the rest of the chapter, the only one in the world to do so (and it's neither Korra nor Asami). In the end, however, the moment in the flashback—Korra's trauma episode, Asami helping her through it and helping her confidence—are important to show, given what's coming up. I knew there wouldn't be another chance for fluff in the present for quite some time, so as much in the flashbacks as possible would be important. And finally, a structural change in the story like leaving the flashback out would have made a statement, and this wasn't the place where that statement would've meant anything. The chapter itself:

Hey, Shannon, Bolin really hasn't gotten to do much in a while! That's true, Shannon. Why don't I give him an ENTIRE chapter from his perspective? That'll make up for it, right? Splendid! <Half a chapter later> Bolin isn't doing anything in this chapter to justify being the perspective it's told through. Shannon, help! Well, Shannon, it is at least interesting to see the perspective of a background character as all this critical stuff is happening around him. That's a valid thing to do. I suppose, Shannon, I suppose... but it still doesn't fix the problem of Bolin BEING a background character. All he's doing is follow people around and going with the flow. That's all Bolin EVER does, Shannon! That's kinda his character!

AAAAHHHH

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH WAIT

What?

Wait wait wait I have it! What?! Bolin and Opal have been together like, three years at this point, right?

Yeah so—oh I see it now too!!!

That would totally justify putting the whole chapter from his perspective—

—so long as all the little snippets he sees involve supportive and loving relationships and help him realize how much Opal means to him—

—thus creating an arc in the chapter that's not even apparent to the moment he pops the question!

YES I'M LOVING IT! GREAT JOB SHANNON!

IT'S LIKE I PLANNED IT ALL ALONG! AHAHAHA!

*cough*

Yeah basically that.

As for the side stories... this is also the chapter where I realized that a lot of queerness had cropped up in the story (this is not a complaint, merely and observation), and so had a little fun at Kai's expense. Brought back the famous airbender girlfriends, maybe somethings going on with Eska and Somi, the radio lady, Lin and Kya are not used to these feelings and crap but they don't have time to deal with it right now... just a ton of little quiet lovely moments. Was it worth the scenes I lost? No chance for Korrasami with Korra's parents, primary among them? That, I'm not sure. But Bolin's surprise (and surprisingly smooth) proposal gave me another lever to pull later in the story, and heck if that one didn't work out!

Part 8

#writing #march of progress #korrasami fanfiction #legend of korra fanfiction #korrasami

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berjhawn · 7 years

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Elastic Heart - Part 5 - Thunder Battle

Warnings: Fighting, arguments, ETC

Pairings: LOTR X OFC ; HOBBIT X OFC ; Thranduil X OFC ; Fili X OFC

Parts:

Prologue

Part 1 - An Unexpected Journey

Part 2 - The Beginning

Part 3 - Trolls

Part 4 - Rivendell

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A couple days pass and I could tell the elves were getting tired of the dwarves. One night, the Dwarves are having a late night party in our quarters. They roast sausages over a fire made by burning the Elvish furniture. Bofur, seeing a heavy Bombur sitting on a bench and eating a large bowl of food, looks at his sausage thoughtfully. “Bombur!” Bofur calls to his brother and as Bombur looks up, Bofur throws him the sausage. Bombur catches it; the weight of the sausage is just too much for the bench, and the bench breaks; Bombur, shrieking, falls to the floor, along with all his food. The dwarves laugh uproariously.

I smile as I follow Bilbo up the stairs to look out over Rivendell, when I hear Gandalf say, “Of course I was going to tell you I was waiting for a chance. I think you can trust that I know what I’m doing.” I follow his voice and see him and Elrond walk up a flight of stairs toward a pavilion.

“Do you? That dragon has slept for sixty years. What would you happen should your plan fail? If you wake the beast-”

“But if we succeed? If the dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the east will be strengthened.”

“It is a dangerous move Gandalf,”

“It is also dangerous to do nothing, the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright; what is he to fear?”

“Have you forgotten a strain of madness runs thick in that family; his grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness? Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall? Gandalf these decisions do not fall to us alone, it is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle Earth.”

“With or without our help these dwarves will march on the mountain. They’re determined to reclaim their homeland. I do not feel that Thorin Oakenshield is answerable to anyone. Nor for that matter am I.”

By this time I realize that Thorin has joined Bilbo and me. I open my mouth to offer words of encouragement but find that none come. I watch him turn and walk away and I mentally kick myself. I follow after him and as we reach the rest of our group I hear him tell the rest that we leave in the morning without Gandalf. I walk over to my pallet and throwing myself down stare up into the night sky. I heave a heavy sigh as I slowly turn my head to the side to find Fili glancing over in my direction at the same time. As our eyes meet I give him a reassuring smile before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

The next morning I stand at the edge of the path next to Bilbo as we stare back at Rivendell. I had the sudden feeling that leaving without Gandalf was a bad idea but I quickly shake my head and pulling my hood up follow after the dwarves. “Be on your guard; we’re about to step over the edge of the Wild. Randír, you know these paths; lead on.” Thorin says and I nod as I quickly make my way to the front of the group.

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We hike through the wilderness of Middle Earth, over ranges, mountains, and plains. As we are crossing the Misty Mountains; the trail is narrow and dangerous, with a cliff on one side and a sheer drop on the other. There is a fierce storm in the air, with lightning and rain all around. “Hold on!” Thorin calls as we climb along. As Bilbo walks, the stone beneath his feet gives away, and he starts falling into the chasm; Dwalin manages to pull him back in time. “We must find shelter!”

“Watch out!” Dwalin yells out and we all look up to see a massive boulder hurtling through the air; it hits the mountainside above us, causing rocks to fall all around us as we press ourselves against the mountain. “This is no thunderstorm; it’s a thunder battle! Look!” Balin calls out as a stone giant rears up from a nearby mountain; it rips off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain. “Well bless me, the legends are true. Giants; Stone Giants!” Bofur says and I smile in amazement.

“Take cover: you’ll fall!” Thorin calls out causing Kili to say, “What’s happening?” The Giant throws the boulder far in the air; suddenly another stone giant, appears from behind us, and is hit in the head. The dwarves yell at each other to brace and hold on, and the rocks beneath our feet begin to give way from all the vibrations and from the impact of the falling rocks. The ground between some of dwarves splits; part of the group is on one side, and part on the other.

“Kili! Grab my hand! Ki…” Fili cries out as he reaches for his brother. As the two stone giants fight with their fists, we hold on tight as we are flung around. One of the groups manages to jump to a different spot. A third stone giant appears, and it throws a boulder at the head of one of the first two. That one falls over; as the first group watches, it appears to us that the other group of dwarves has been smashed to bits. The hurt stone giant loses its footing and falls down the chasm. My heart drops and my eyes widen as I think the worst. “No! No! Kili!” Thorin yells as we rush over to the spot where the others appeared to have been crushed. I feel my heart relax as I see that they are safe.

“We’re all right! We’re alive!” Balin cries out as they all pull themselves to their feet.

“Where’s Bilbo? Where’s the Hobbit?” Bofur cries out and my eyes instantly start look over the edge.

“There!” Ori cries out and Dwalin yells, “Get him!” I try to make my way over to him but I can’t maneuver my way through the dwarves. Bilbo is hanging onto the edge of the cliff with just his fingertips. Ori dives onto the ground and tries to grab Bilbo’s arm, but Bilbo slips and falls another few feet before he catches another handhold.

As the dwarves try to pull him up unsuccessfully, Thorin swings down on the cliff next to Bilbo and boost him up, where the others pull him to safety. Dwalin tries to lift Thorin back up too, but Thorin loses his grip and begins falling too; however, Dwalin, with much effort, is able to pull him back up. “I thought we’d lost our burglar.” Dwalin says catching his breath. “He’s been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us. Dwalin!” Thorin says and I instantly feel sorry for Bilbo.

We trudge on until we find a cave. “It looks safe enough.” Dwalin says when we reach it.

“Search to the back; caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied.” Thorin says and Dwalin searches the cave with a lantern.

“There’s nothing here.” He replies as Gloin drops a bundle of wood on the floor, rubs his hands, and says, “Right then! Let’s get a fire started.”

“No, No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light.” Thorin replies and I throw my pack onto the floor of the cave. “We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan.” Balin says and I glance out the corner of my eye at him and Thorin as he says, “Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch.”

Placing my hands on my hips I turn toward our leader and say, “Can I speak to you in private for a moment?” He stares at me for a moment before he nods and walks to the front of the cave with me close behind. “What did you want to say?” He asks and I take a deep breath before I say, “Why must you be so hard on Bilbo? He’s doing this for you so you all can go home, why must you be so mean?” He stares at me for a moment not sure how to react before saying, “What business is it of yours?” I narrow my eyes as I say, “He’s my friend, just because he makes one mistake that was an accident does not give you the right to belittle him in front of the whole group.”

“You wouldn’t understand, you’re an Elf.” He says the word Elf like it is a word most foul and it hits my heart like a knife. I gulp down a breath of air to keep my anger down as I say, “You’re right I am an Elf, but at least I have more compassion for those around me than a selfish Dwarf.” I turn from him and walk back to the very back of the cave far away from him. My anger flowed through me and even when I tried to forget it, it would appear again.

I understand he is upset but to just focus his anger on Bilbo was childish. “Randir?” I hear a familiar voice say and turn to see Fili looking at me with concern. “Yes Fili?”

He points to my back and says, “Your shirt ripped.” I feel my anger disappear as a feeling of fear and worry replace it. I look behind me trying to see where the rip is but don’t find it. “Here,” he says as he walks up and gently touches my back making me freeze in place my face blanching. I feel the coarseness of his hand as it gently touches one of the many scars on my back. I intake a sharp breath and he instantly pulls his hand back thinking he had hurt me in some way.

“I have many scars, both visible and not.” I say as I pull my hood off my head so that it covers the newly ripped hole. As my hands fall back to my sides I feel his hand gently touch mine and I turn to see him giving me a reassuring smile as he says, “If you want, you can tell me about them.”

I return his smile as I follow him over to where he had made himself a pallet and as I sit down beside him I tell him about my scars both visible and mental. Before I know it I have fallen asleep next to him, my head resting on his shoulder as he leans against the cave wall.

Will Continue in - The Goblin King

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