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ponponsugar · 2 years

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First Blog Post!

Hello Hello! It is I...the PonPon! I thought I'd start a blog as I thought itd be a nice substitute in case I'm unable to stream on a certain day or something! That way I can still chat with you guys, give a little insight on the goings on in my life and doggo brain haha and maybe share some of my artwork or writings I've been working on these past few months... although we'll have to see haha as I'm pretty shy when it comes to sharing art and things. So today I thought I'd start my first blog entry ,sharing my thoughts and concerns on Amazon's The Rings of Power tv series. Now I know I just streamed awhile ago with me talking about it, but when I went back to check my stream I noticed my mic was on the fritz and you guys probably could barely hear me haha So I'm really sorry about that! Windows thought it'd be a good time to update the moment I started streaming! My apologies! Anyways lets get down to my thoughts on Amazons take on Middle Earth! So I first stumbled upon the news while scrolling though twitter and read Vanity Fairs update on Amazons Rings of Power. Basically to summarize it for you guys, the article went on to describe how production was going, how the creators of the show loved J.R.R. Tolkien & how they felt the tremendous pressure of living up to the amazing Peter Jackson Trilogy as well as how much Amazon wants to get this series right. Now along with this article they included pictures of the characters from the show and so far I don't really have any complaints on casting. I think...my only criticism so far, would be costume design? and maybe the special effects make up. So the first few pics the showed were of young Galadriel! the boss queen herself!

Now the article didn't really give any details on these pictures, though being a tolkien fan I know Galadriel did fight Sauron multiple times. like she kicked his butt cheeks to mordor and back XD Although whether it was physically fighting or using magic I'm not quite sure? at least I can't remember off the top of my head haha @jellycreature if you know any details please let me know haha Anyways I don't really have any gripe with this costume design, I do love the armor!! reminds me very much of the armor seen in Gondor!! and not to mention I LUV how the chest armor is accurate and barrel chested! like its not booby armor- it actually looks practical & historically accurate! I think my only gripe would be I'd love for her to wear maybe some leather fingerless gloves, similar to Aragorn's! but thats just my smol little gripe haha Other than that so far this pic of Galadriel looks ok :3 Now the next three pictures they showed was of two dwarves and an elf. What specific characters they play im not really certain.

But so far! Ioving it!! I love how the dwarves look, the make up is well done!! although again my only gripe would be, is to have the female dwarf have more luscious facial hair-as tolkien did say they had beautiful beards! Also a huge thing that I loved, that was rumored and talked about on reddit was that Amazon would include a multicultural cast and as you can see. they did just that! Unfortunately right now there's a few....shitty tolkien fans out their who are whining about how they don't like Amazons choice to have a multicultural cast how 'there are no black elves, dwarves or hobbits in middle earth ect...' and im sitting here like.....gurl...stop XD whether or not tolkien stated there are 'non white elves, dwarves or hobbits' in middle earth - it really shouldn't be up for debate? like to me... it shouldnt even be a concern? As I feel like a man who wrote about a fellowship-literally a bunch of different races of middle earth coming together to stop an evil from spreading is pretty telling in itself don't you think? So to me...Amazons choice of having a multicultural cast....Chefs kiss! haha now there were a few pictures of some characters I wasn't too thrilled about-but again that has to do with costume design and make up design.

like this elf for example...personally when I saw it I was like 'bro thats an elf from dragon age! 'haha and I think its mostly his pidgeotto hairstyle XD it just looks... too modern for me? which kinda pulls me out of believing this is indeed an elf and not some guy cosplaying his dragon age OC. Again this is just a smol gripe, I know this isn't gonna be exactly like Peter Jacksons elves -just sort of wished they went with a better hairstyle for this character- as well as have his traveling clothes look just a little be worn ,you know?

Although I suppose my biggest beef would be this characters costume design...like when I first saw it I was like...is he....wearing a t shirt? why does it look so clean and ironed out ? XD also I wished they made him look just a tad grimey-r XD like where's my sweat and dirt? overall though I feel that Amazons The Rings of Power....seems...well I don't know really haha lets just say they took on a huge film making challenge....and hopefully they didn't go with the standard hollywood studio look, where everything is cgi or green screen, every actor is clean and looks like they just walked out of a spa XD and costume design/ make design is historically inaccurate and looks half assed. here's hoping they actually cared about Tolkien's stories and made this series with love! instead of just cashing in on the fandom. And.....that's all I got to say haha OH! but before I go.... if you're hankering for an amazing fantasy tv series that's just as good as Peter Jacksons LOTR trilogy....with practical effects and made with so much love and passion... Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance. Please Please Please give it a chance! It's absolutely inspiring!

#lord of the rings #fantasy #the rings of power #the dark crytsal: age of resistance

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incorrect-lotr-trash · 3 years

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28? 46?

Thank you for the questions!! 💖

28. Funniest part about the entire franchise, movie, book, or real life? There are so many funny things I literally do not know where to begin. I’m gonna say probably the reason Legolas makes such strange facial expressions in the background of clips is because Orlando genuinely didn’t know what was going on because no one told him anything. He just shows up in full elf costume wig on bow in hand like ‘sup’ and learns what his character is doing as the shooting goes on I mean - its like one big prank that lasts the whole shoot time. Also Lee Pace & Orlando Bloom behind the scenes are fantastic. “Hello dad” “Hello son” Bless this iconic duo.

46. Last but not least, is there anything in the series that you would want to change? In Lord of the Rings, No. Its perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. *chefs kiss* In The Hobbit...... I’d take Tauriel out (I’m so sorry).

Thank you for the questions dear friend!! Please feel free to answer with your own replies to these questions! I have you are having a beautiful day! 💖

#asks #thank you!!!#get to know me

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bywandandsword · 4 years

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Twin and I are making Roz, my 2 yr old niece, a Kiki's Delivery Service costume (baby Jo is gonna be Jiji and Twin is gonna be Osono!!). Nothing fancy, basically just a flared T-tunic. We started by using one of her old dresses as a base and measured her up and across and made what became a mock up

We forgot to account for the chub on this child. She has a tummy a hobbit would be proud of and it's adorable with her proportions, but the distress on Twin's face when we tried it on her and it immediately started ripping down the back *chef's kiss* pure comedy gold

#Roz had Disney Baby proportions #and enough energy to out power the sun #but she's so sweet #the way she loves her baby sister just makes my heart melt #and the way she sort of just launches herself in a general direction and hopes for the best is just #the Best #she can't read yet but she adores books and pretending to read #I love her so much #Sword speaks

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blankdblank · 5 years

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My Pearl Pt 6

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 -

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Deeply a pleased hum came from the Dwarf holding you tightly to his chest as your nose eased along his ear, that was soon followed by another with the playful nip at the lobe that opened his eyes in a small slit. With a smirk his hand moved to slide lower to dip under your tank top, a low chuckle came from the Dwarf as your lips peppered a trail along the side of his neck between words, “I keep falling asleep on you.”

Firmly his lips met your shoulder in his roll laying you flat on your back, warmly his lips pressed across your skin as he stripped you hoping to take advantage of your late shift today. Tangled up again in your post coital peaceful settling you smiled at the slew of loving endearments that trailed off in his lips lingering on your skin, he grinned taking in the subtle shift in your pulse the longer they stayed there. A turn of your head later when his nose trailed along your jaw again he mumbled, “I love holding you. Sleep as much as you need My Dearest.”

Your eyes opened and his head rose at your soft gasp and turn over, “Almost forgot, got something.” Propping up on his elbow he watched you grab the thin paperback book in slightly worn condition past a bend in the cover from frequent reading you’d left in his room the day before then roll back into the warm pocket he kept open for you. His curious smirk grew as you propped your legs on his and you held up the book he couldn’t read the title to but recognized the logo on.

In a low hum he chuckled stating, “You have a copy of the Simarillion.”

You nodded, “Thought you might want to see Celeborn’s latest ranking.”

As you opened the book Thorin’s eyes moved to the bookmark that slipped free, he picked up and inspected the image of what he took as you with your arms around two young children behind a counter holding up a trio of small cakes with large smiles. In a near purr as you flipped through the book he asked, “You have children?”

His question made you stop then giggle shaking your head to tap your finger on the image, “That’s my Gran, me and Jay.” His eyes turned to you as you giggled again, “See she had the big dipper in freckles on her neck.”

Thorin couldn’t help but smirk, “You look just like her.”

You giggled again holding back your looming tears, “I was named after her too.” His eyes met yours and you nodded, “Same first and last name, middles are different.”

Making him smirk and look at the image again that he brought closer to his face, “Is that a silmaril plaque on the wall?”

You nodded, “Mhmm. Oh, here he is.” You wet your lips and showed him the page with Celeborn’s picture and a list of his tries for the coveted jewels. “Since last year he’s bumped up to a Sil and a half.”

Thorin’s brows furrowed and he rumbled, “They give halves?”

You nodded, “It’s one of the strictest grading scales for chefs and bakers of Elvish birth.”

Thorin tilted the image back to you, “Who’s plaque is that?”

“My Gran’s.”

He shook his head, wetting his lips, “No, I mean-.”

Your fingers let the pages fly out to the heavily creased page at the back, “No one’s been able to get over three since the First Age, and no one, has ever gotten more than five.”

Thorin’s brow rose, “Who has ever earned five?!” His eyes fell to the page and his lips parted as he eyed the name and face on the page.

“My Gran.” His eyes shifted to yours and you giggled again, “For Anvils, your Dwarven scale, they’re based on the whole crew and service, with crowns for top chef, obviously, since you’re the first in your family to get down to a single crown from five. But for Sils it’s all the chef or baker, when you’re tested they come in asking for just you, three courses whatever you choose and you can get as many as you can in your life. Doesn’t matter how small the shop is or if you sell it out of your garage, they come out in hordes when you earn one.”

Thorin’s eyes fell to the page, “Was it all in one test?”

You shook your head reading him the meals for each test, the first when the grading scale first started out under Feanor’s constant urging. “First one she got three. Last official one was five.”

Thorin smirked and purred, “So you’re a legacy too, anyone else in your family in the book?”

You nodded, “My Mother.” You flipped back another page showing him an oddly blonde haired green eyed stoic Elleth seeming almost foreign to a smile, “Dad was half Hobbit and worked in costuming with his Nana, but he could make the best scones.”

Thorin wet his lips, “She um..”

You let out a weak chuckle, “It was a drunken fling. Dad was on a holiday, Gran convinced her not to get rid of us, adopted us first day. Gran loved to cook and bake, Mother, lived to.”

Thorin, “You weren’t close?”

You wet your lips and you flipped to the last section in the book marked ‘Honorable Mentions’ where he eyed the picture of you as a teen making him smirk above the picture of Jay in the lower half of the page. “The second to last time Gran got tested Feanor came out, didn’t give the usual code word so he ended up with one of Jay’s steak concoctions and one of my custards,” making you giggle as Thorin listened to you read the descriptions of each dish, “It says he thought we showed promise. I got an honorary Sil and Jay got one and a half.”

Thorin chuckled, “How old were you?”

You giggled softly, “Forty three, oh you should have seen Feanor’s face when he heard Gran didn’t make them. Just thought she was having an off day. Got the basic elements but we just hadn’t found our own kick to it yet.” He chuckled and kissed your cheek making you giggle again.

“Did you actually get a plaque or anything?”

You nodded and folded the book leaving it on the night stand and leading him from his room through to your suite after you hastily pulled on your abandoned clothes.

Behind you he watched you reach for one of the smaller boxes from your move you set aside to pull out the small chest he wondered what you had hidden inside. The lid was opened and he knelt beside you watching you set aside worn copies of common cook books to pull out a set of rolled up socks and a folded woven blanket you set on the ground between you in your turn to face him. Carefully you folded back te blanket revealing the two plaques for your Gran before you grabbed the socks revealing the glowing statues. One with three, another with five over engraved Doriathian Runes naming your Gran and the dates before you drew out yours in a pale green and Jay’s one and a half pale green statues he chuckled eyeing ten stated, “We have to add these to the cabinet with mine.”

Your eyes met his and he nodded making you giggle and say, “We don’t have to.”

Leaning in he kissed you on the lips, “These should be up, not hidden, I swear they’ll be safe.”

You nodded through a soft blush and he smirked helping you carry them to add to his trophy cabinet in his living room along the wall where he asked, “How did your Amad take it, yours, I bet she was thrilled.”

In a glance down at you he caught the tear streak down your cheek stabbing at his heart deeply, but before he could say or do anything you’d wiped your cheek and said, “She stopped talking to us all together after Gran told her.” Thorin’s lips parted, “At 43 we weren’t kids, we were competition. We’d gotten that much so young when full grown adults rarely earn even half a Sil.”

His hands eased around you drawing you against his chest, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head and you leaned against his chest accepting his tight hug, “Some Elleths just don’t want to be Mothers.” In a cheerful yet tear filled voice you added, “You should have seen Gran though. Couldn’t stop bragging about it, even to our instructors, who just about turned purple, so furious.”

Thorin laughed, “I can imagine. How do you get tested?”

“Feanor just used to pop up. No doubt since Echo and Glori found me they’ll be sharing about it and one of the brood is bound to come say hello. Especially after Celeborn’s show airs. He’s bound to comment on the resemblance, first thing that always comes up.”

“What’ll you do if he tried to test you?”

Your head tilted back and your chin rested on his chest catching his smirk as you grinned up at him, “I’ve got some ideas.”

“I hope he shows up, Amad’s not going to believe this. Why’d you stop in at the Stone, with family like that-..”

“How easy was it for you to train out of the Stone?”

Thorin nodded, “Ah.”

You nodded and giggled leading him to the kitchen making his smirk return in helping you to pull a breakfast together. “Had to work in car shops cuz no one wanted to be the one to hire me as a dish washer. Not till I got to Orcarni and hardly anyone knew how you even get a Sil or what they mean when you are so focused on Anvils and Crowns. Besides, it did seem like a nice fit, that even if you found out you’d be able to understand and start me at the bottom.”

He smiled at you after leaning in to claim another kiss, “You certainly have earned your weekly dessert list, My Dearest.”

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Behind the counter Thorin watched as you started on the eggs as he set up the glasses and utensils in front of your seats. A click in the distance brought the opening and closing of the front door making your eyes turn to Thorin, who said, “Bilbo is bringing over the list of requirements for our next couple guests on the show.”

You nodded then eyed the Hobbit enter with a quick grin and a rapid wave to you both, “Morning.” He stated then hurried over to Thorin’s side wearing a weak smile at the news he could confirm with the other Durins of your growing bond and assumed night together if the whiff of pine coming off you in your passing to claim a paper towel could be taken as confirmation of your night close to the Dwarf beside him. “Brought over the list, nothing out of the ordinary so far, just a few extra shelves needed in the guest pantry special for Celeborn’s special ingredients.” His eyes scanned between you asking, “Sleep well? Dwalin mentioned you had a rough day.”

Your brow rose and you asked, “Dwalin-? I thought you two couldn’t stand each other. Or is it the typical Dwarf courting glare thing?”

Bilbo chuckled softly, “We’ve been locked in a stalemate in our glaring to see who earns the right to court the other. I am determined to make him cave first.”

With a smirk you nodded asking, “How long have you two been at it?”

Thorin groaned lowly stating, “Two years.” Making you giggle dishing out the eggs for you both.

A playful glimmer grew in your eyes and you said, “You know, I had a friend in this situation, you should send him flowers.”

Bilbo raised a brow as Thorin stated, “That would count as a mark of courtship.”

You nodded, “Yes, in Hobbit courting not Dwarf courting.”

Bilbo drew in a breath, “Of course! How did I not think of it before?! I’ll send him his favorite flowers and he’ll have to respond with a gift, officially caving in to the courtship! Oh you’re a genius, thank you!”

In a rush he darted over hugging you then darted out of the house mumbling about his plans while Thorin stated, “You have no idea what you’ve started. This time next month they will be engaged. Dwalin is just hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Been dying to hand over that small pen set he had made for Bilbo back in their first week together.”

The grin on your face only grew replying, “It’s been going on for two years, Thorin. Either way Dwalin will have to endure Hobbit courting to hold out enjoying his being courted or he can cave in to return his own Dwarfly affections.”

He let out a deep chuckle, “Dis will be astonished she did not think of it herself. She usually prides herself on being able to sort these matters out herself, though this predicament she has been enjoying seeing just how long Dwalin can last.”

You let out a giggle, “Surely your family can’t enjoy watching one another suffer so much.”

He chuckled, “Suffering without reason or cause, no. In traditional sense we allow it, mainly when courting. We tend to brood and flail miserably in courtships.”

Moving around the counter you passed him the sliced fruit and toast smirking as you said, “So you stick to contracts then? Because I warn you I have an impressive glare of my own.”

Thorin chuckled inching closer to you in your climb onto the stool and purred closing the distance between you, “I have no doubt your glare would have me crumbling and starting the courtship first. Besides, I do have a weakness for finely worded clauses.”

You giggled through his lips planting on yours and made him hum against your lips at your hands easing around his neck, “I’ll remember that.” Another kiss was stolen along with a teasing nip at his lower lip in a silent promise of what was coming after breakfast was cleared. Your lips broke apart and you pulled back seeing the heated gaze in his eyes still feeling his eyes on you when you turned back to your meal.

Quietly he reached out brushing your hair back and trailing his finger around your ear stating, “You know Dearest, should you wish to leave our contract we wouldn’t have to start all over again.” Leaning in he added after pressing his lips right by your ear, “I doubt I could handle losing ground with you after being yours in any sense.”

“For all the scowling and glares you Dwarves are just a bunch of snuggle bunnies aren’t you.”

He smirked at you easing his plate closer to him, purring, “You have no idea.” Making you giggle again turning to your own to eat.

Warmly Thorin’s breath skimmed across the side of your neck between another slur of unintelligible Khuzdul mutterings through his hands easing up over your sides teasingly slow making your body arch to be closer to the warm body above you. A smirk eased across his lips the closer you got to his chest between your soft moans that died and turned to a grumble at the doorbell stopping your heated moment.

Deeply he chuckled easing back after pressing his lips to yours again purring, “I’ll get rid of them.” Claiming another kiss as he lowered your legs from around his waist freeing him to ease out of bed and adjust his sweats around his waist to go answer the door. With furrowing brows he reached and opened the door only to grin at the familiar brand name on the delivery van, he signed his name on the delivery sheet and accepted the package from the star struck delivery guy that trotted away posting on his social page about his passing moment with the star.

Chuckling to himself Thorin locked the door and walked back into the bedroom nipping at his lip when he spotted you seated with legs curled in front of you eyeing the box he was holding, “What’s that?” His lip was freed allowing his grin to grow making you give him a challenging smirk asking again, “Thorin, what’s in the box?”

He chuckled setting the box down beside you to undo the securing ribbon and set the lid aside, tenderly he folded back the thin sheets and smiled at your stunned gasp eying the dark grey fur wrap he raised and eased around your shoulders admiring it on you, even without a gown under it. The soft layer all but drew a shiver from you at the heavenly silken fur folding around you as he secured the strap coated in pearl accents forming a crown making you giggle. A sharp edged price tag caught your attention, gently you eased the tag free then forgot to breathe for a moment at the price tag, $2000.

Softly you stated holding up the price tag, “Two-..”

Before you could finish the question Thorin’s lips met yours as his hands folded around your cheeks when he’d taken and flicked the offending tag away. In a low purr he stated, “I can’t wait to see your whole look together for the cooking show awards in a couple weeks.”

Again his head eased in to press another line of kisses to the side of your neck you welcomed with an easing of your head aside granting him space to sink lower onto your shoulder, “You’re sure you want me to go?”

With lips pressed to the base of your neck he murmured, “Mhmm.” Removing his lips finally when he found the spot at the base of your jaw to purr as his hands smoothed around your middle under the wrap easing you onto his lap, “I think this would look stunning over your yellow dress.”

You giggled asking, “You sure you don’t want me in the blue?”

Drawing back his head his eyes locked with yours as he shook his head, “No, you should wear the yellow. I want to show you off.” Making you giggle again as his arms tightened holding you against his chest, “My dazzling Pearl.” You nipped at your lip as he kissed your cheeks one at a time slowly then ghosted his lips against yours, “Trust me, for once, I’ll be able to pass through the line of cameras unnoticed with you on my arm.”

You rolled your eyes and melted into his kiss only to sigh at his pulling back to answer his ringing phone. Leaning in you kissed the side of his neck in his reach for the phone, earning a smirk from him before you said, “It is your show.”

He chuckled again finding the button with his finger purring, “Our.” Making you roll your eyes again and ease off his lap smirking as he smiled watching your hands stroking against the fur covering your bright blue lace layers his eyes kept sinking to through his stern greeting, “Frerin.”

After a chuckle he shared the news of the flurry of customers requesting your desserts leading to his mentioning of the new dessert menus that had been penned over the past night all with your name on them they would unveil tonight in your shift. Hanging up he set the phone back on the receiver and chuckled moving closer to you drawing you back onto his lap when he settled at your side. “Frerin says Ori finished the dessert specials menus for your shifts Amad will be setting out tonight. Ready for it? Bofur will be thrilled to have you at his station tonight.”

A flick of your tongue wet your lips and you asked, “I won’t be helping you guys at all?”

He let out a chuckle, “I doubt you’ll be bustling the whole shift, you can still pop over every now and then. The boys can handle scrubbing the dishes though so you can focus on cooking and sharing tips for the rest of us.”

You grinned and asked, “You’re sure I’m not jumping the line?”

He let out a weak chuckle, “You’ve spent decades putting in the work, months out here, your food is incredible and our customers are already loving it. Vili’s found countless comments online from people trying our new ‘testing desserts list’ as they put it, plus we’ve gained an Elven spike in visitors from your tips on the recipes.” His smirk grew with his playful purr, “There have been rumors one of the Elves managed to slip from the wait staff into the kitchens.” Making you giggle, as he purred by your ear, “Just wait to see their reactions when they see your name on those menus.”

You giggled again, “No doubt they’ll be calling you on it, Gran’s funeral was highly publicized back in Gondolin.”

He chuckled again stating, “I’ve texted her in breakfast, Ori’s added II to your name on them, an easy fix. You are a legacy, one people should be thrilled to test out.” You giggled and settled against his chest in his tight hug as he kissed the top of your head, “You will be spectacular, My Dazzling Pearl.”

Together you snuggled, once you’d put your wrap back in its protective box, through a film before you both split up to get ready for work. Your fur was left in your closet as you grabbed your towel for a quick shower, toweling off you eased into a fresh pair of undies and pulled your thick socks and black jeans on with a tank top and pale green blouse over. Easily you tied your sneakers on and reached up to wind your hair into a braid you twisted into a looped ponytail to stay out of the way on your path to the meal Thorin had finished for you both. Plates were cleared and you gripped his collar making him smirk and bend to accept your kiss at the front door he gently nudged you through, locking it behind you for the walk to his car.

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With a grin you hopped out of the car and joined Thorin’s side for the walk inside only to have Fili and Kili circle you wrapping their arms around your back with matching grins as Kili stated, “So Auntie, you never mentioned your Gran.”

Fili nodded, “Could have said, we’d have understood. Us Durins N all.”

Kili nodded, “We’d have thought Tauri would have known you, only she’s not studied much into cooking.”

Fili chuckled nodding his head at Kili, “Yup, just needed some extra scratch, but this one here’s been trying to bring her into it.”

You rolled your eyes as Kili opened the door for you waving his arm as Fili did the same saying, “After you.” Trotting inside you felt Thorin’s hand glide across your back again to guide you to collect your freshly washed chef’s shirts for the evening as the others slowly filed in with grins as you joined Bofur on his path to the bakers quarter of the kitchen through the others easing in behind their relatives to take over as they finished.

Frerin especially lingering as he eased out of his work shirt and unrolled his sleeves watching as you nodded sharing your first set up pattern with Bofur only to peer across at Bifur forcing a smile at The Dwarf asking in thick Kurdu, “Anything I can do to help?”

You wet your lips then glanced at Thorin as he stated, “Now you can get practice on your Kurdu and Khuzdul, he only understands the two.”

Blankly you stared at him then looked to Bofur as he stated, “I can always translate if you like.”

You shook your head stating, “Just, be prepared for my rough pronunciations.”

Bofur chuckled and the group watched as you tried to say, “I’ll need two pounds of baking chocolate bars and a jar of tart cherries.”

Though the grins around you grew as Dwalin on your left asked, “Tasteless stones and a jar of pinecones?”

You sighed and moved to the coat stand finding one of the spare waitress note pads you wrote out the items you needed and tore the page free passing it to Bifur. Within moments Bifur burst out laughing passing the note to Dwalin and turned to collect the items. After a glance at the note Bofur stated, “Very close!”

You rolled your eyes setting the notepad and pen aside through the rippling laughter, mumbling, “You sir, are a terrible liar.”

Bofur chuckled saying, “We just have to work on your growl.”

Without even looking you could feel Thorin’s eyes on you at his comment, smirking to himself as you said, “Oh, so that’s all I’m missing is it?” With a soft giggle after. With your hands blindly you started to mix the batter for your first set of single serving dark chocolate and cherry caramel drizzled cheesecakes. Those would chill as you started on the single serving pies and custards mixed with brownie cups filled with various mixtures leaving just the apple pie bomb dough to be mixed so you could prep the filling as the orders came in.

Bofur chuckled, “Few words are a bit mixed up still, but that’s easily mended as well. Normally it’s the noun then the adjectives,” His hands blindly working through his own patterns to create the usual cakes and treats, “But only if you’re not talking about something personal, like ‘my purple shirt’, then if you’re trying to talk about a car you saw on the street earlier it would be ‘the classic Mustang bright red.” Unable to help it you smirked accepting the chocolate from Bifur you set up to melt on the stove to your right as his lesson muddled on only getting more complex as he went on.

In your mixing you caught a vase packed with deep purple and bright orange calla lillies in Tauriel’s arms making you grin as Dis moved to Dwalin’s side passing him the note attached he red and promptly turned bright red. Biting your lip you kept watching as you whisked your mixture seeing the invisible flood gates burst in his turn to the doors. Dwalin drew in a sharp breath calling out, “Ori.”

The young Dwarf entered the kitchen with a curious grin and caught the keys tossed at him, hearing, “Do me a solid, head over to my place. Bottom drawer in the mahogany dresser in my room, the solid green box with a silver ribbon. Run that over to Bilbo please.”

Ori nodded and followed his request missing the Dwarf mumbling, “Hobbit thinks he can out do me. He thinks he can out court me I’ll have him humming, he’s never seen the likes of what I’ve planned for him.”

Across the kitchen you spotted Thorin shaking his head after sneaking a glance at you, chuckling to himself as groans were heard at Gloin calling out the winning bets for the chosen dates the Dwarf would cave in on. All while Dwalin snapped a picture of the flowers posting it on his page with a praising message and thanks to his One with a painful amount of hearts and finishing with his statement of him having the best One ever.

Sure enough continuing on you could audibly hear your name in thick Elvish accents through the kitchen doors as the first of the new wave of people taking their seats, the name continued to be repeated through the night followed by hushed excited whispers widening the grins on the Dwarves in the kitchen. Slowly at first your desserts were ordered, each stirring more as the creations were escorted through the dining areas with nearly all being sampled by the larger groups until they were full. Each set of tables cleared brought more comments from the waitresses, the most being the number of phones being pulled out snapping pictures of the menus and even the desserts and their comments on each.

One after another they all left with large smiles sharing their experiences with the people they knew and online with those they didn’t and by the end of your shift you got a set of emails with screenshots of the most animated postings from your Cousin Echo with a confirmation for their being able to make it to dinner that weekend hoping to share the great news of your starting up with their girls that were even more eager to meet you.

Between trips through the guys swapping out tools and serving up plate after plate of the new desserts you had made it to closing where Thorin gladly wrapped his arms around you chuckling at your lean against him when you eased out of your work shirt again for the walk to the doors. Firmly his lips pressed to your forehead as he and the group praised your debut just moments before Diaa came through the doors with a grin to claim her own excited hug and list of requests from the online frenzy for reserved tables and inquiries if you could handle more of your Grandmother’s famous desserts for their reservations.

Each date was copied down by you along with their requests you had gladly agreed to pull together for each only making her smile grow in anticipation before she shared with Thorin a need for you to fully prep each of your specialties so they could be photographed for the Stone’s website. Another chance to let Gimli and his passion for photography thrive under family supervision granting him countless chances to hone his craft.

Lazily at home again you pulled out of your blouse and jeans laying across your bed as Thorin was on the phone with Vili sharing the last of the details for the show in the morning with Celeborn and his crew. Finally he was freed and found his way into your room where he found you already close to drifting off watching a movie, gingerly he eased into the bed under the covers to your side to wrap you in his arms purring, “Never thought I’d see the day we’d have tasteless stones and pinecones on our menu.”

In an irritated grumble you shifted pulling him to lay across your chest wrapping your legs around his and your arms across his back nuzzling your head against his, “Keep teasing me and I’ll insist you speak in Doriathian.” Making him chuckle as he snuggled tightly around you.

“Anything you wish, My Dazzling Pearl.”

Pt 7

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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*Halloween* I Hate You, I Love You. (Part 2) (Ryan Ross x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad: ‘Matching costumes with ryan Ross’

Prompt 7: Costumes

It was three months after you’d played the final show of the Pretty. Odd. tour. After the whole ‘breakdown-on-stage-and-scream-at-Ryan-Ross that you hate him’ thing, the remaining months of touring were hell, to say the least. You and Ryan both made conscious efforts to try and avoid one another as much as possible, but obviously, it was no easy feat. Despite playing shows with Panic! every night, there were photo shoots, press conferences and interviews that you were under obligation to do – some of which you were forced to interact with Ryan during – all while trying your best to avoid any more rumours erupting in your fanbase (they were still trying to come up with a conclusion as to why you cried on stage). So, yeah, life was hard during those few months.

The morning after the final show, you were so eager to get home that you were up at the crack of dawn, despite being enormously tired, and you were the first one on the tour bus that morning, as well as the first one to board the plane that would bring you your salvation, i.e. take you far away from Ryan Ross.

With the exception of a few ‘hey how are you’ texts and some random tweets at each other, you hadn’t spoken to any of the members of Panic! over the past three months, so when you received an out of the blue phone call from Brendon while you were getting a morning pick-me-up from Starbucks, you were understandably a little apprehensive about answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Brendon’s energy radiated through the phone, and you couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face; you had to admit that you’d missed the over-hyped man-child. “How are you?”

“Uh,” you reached forward and took your order, mouthing a thank you to the barista, “I’m good, all things considering,” you turned and headed to nearby empty table, “How’re you?”

“I’m great. Although, I would be even better if you came to the Halloween costume party I’m throwing.”

Ah, so that’s why he called.

“Is Ryan gonna be there?”

“No.” You narrowed your eyes, and even though he couldn’t see you, Brendon knew exactly what you were doing, prompting him to continue. “He really isn’t! He’s taking a trip to see his grandma or whatever.”

You tapped a finger on your coffee cup as you contemplated whether or not to agree. You hadn’t been out in a while; a party sounded lovely. And you truly did miss the members of Panic! – bar Ryan, of course. And since he wouldn’t be attending, you decided you would.

“Okay.”

“Yeah! Oh, and bring the rest of the guys too!”

You took a sip from your coffee. “I’ll extend the invite to the group chat.”

“Can’t wait to see you!”

“You too, Bren,” you smiled, before hanging up and walking out of the Starbucks.

Now to find a costume.

“So are you in?”

“Yeah, of course,” Ryan nodded as he and Brendon exited the studio, “It’s on Halloween night, right?” Brendon nodded. “Then yeah, I’ll definitely be there. Wait,” he frowned when a thought struck him. “Did you invite (Y/N)?”

“No,” Brendon scoffed, “Of course not.”

“Brendon?”

“Yes?”

“Stop lying to me.”

Brendon stopped walking and threw his hands outwards, an offended look on his face. “Why does no one believe me when I tell them stuff?”

“I always believe you when you tell me stuff… mostly. But after your attempts to set us up, I don’t trust you when it comes to (Y/N).”

“Dude, I haven’t spoken to her in months. I didn’t invite her.”

Ryan stared at his friend thoughtfully before finally nodding. “Alright. I believe you.”

“Thank you,” Brendon breathed, moving to place an arm over Ryan’s shoulder and starting to walk again. “Now, let’s talk costumes. I was thinking Lord of The Rings vibes for you. Like a hobbit or something.”

“Do I look okay?” you turned to Jesy and Leighton, who were standing next to you on Brendon’s porch.

“Smoking,” Leighton clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Someone’s defs gonna get lucky tonight,” Jesy smirked, playfully nudging you in the arm.

“I hope so. Lord knows I need it,” you sighed, ringing the doorbell.

“By the end of the night, forget ‘Mother of Dragons’,” Leighton gestured to your costume; you were Daenerys, your outfit crazily accurate, right down to a dragon on your shoulder, “you’ll be the ‘Mother of Banging’.”

“Oh, my god.”

You and Jesy burst into laughter at his comment, and not too soon after, Brendon opened the door, clad in a Batman costume.

“Yeah! It’s my bitches!” he laughed happily and engulfed all three of you in an uncomfortable group hug. “Aw, I missed you guys so much!”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Jesy chuckled, patting him on the head.

Brendon beamed, but it soon turned into a frown when he noticed the absence of the fourth member of your band. “Where’s Slade?”

“Food poisoning hit him hard,” Leighton replied, shaking his head as flashbacks of Slade throwing up entered his mind, “Word of advice: Do not buy hotdogs from a food truck that has a cat as a co-chef.”

Brendon let out a laugh and moved to the side of the doorway, gesturing for you to enter, which you did. The place was packed, and you smiled to yourself; with all of these people here tonight, there was no way you wouldn’t find someone to leave with.

A full hour into the party and you were still standing alone, grumpily eating pretzels from the snack table, utterly despondent.

It wasn’t that no one was interested – countless guests had expressed a liking towards you – but no one was ~doing it~ for you. Maybe it’s because you set such high standards for yourself. If you lowered those a little bit, you could’ve had sex with five different people in the past hour. Not that you’d ever do something like that – you respected yourself far too much – but still, the principle stands.

Or maybe you haven’t hooked up with anyone yet because none of them are Ryan.

Oh, fuck off, brain! Why did you have to be so self-destructive? You hadn’t thought about Ryan in a long time – since this morning; it was your longest streak and now you’ve broken it. Why did his stupid face have to keep creeping into your head?

Ugh, you hated him.

“Still nothing?” Jesy joined you.

You shook your head solemnly. “Nada.”

“Well, I did see a Jon Snow somewhere over there. I didn’t see his face, but he had a nice butt. You should go talk to him.”

“Yeah,” you frowned, straightening up and snapping out of your depressive state, “yeah, I should. I’m going.”

“That’s my girl,” Jesy smirked, “Wait!” she pulled you back when you started to walk and adjusted your costume, particularly around the chest area. “There. Knock ‘em dead, babe.” She shot you a wink and pushed you off.

You spotted the Jon Snow a little way away and gathered yourself as you sauntered over, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey,” you put on your flirtiest voice, “I noticed you’re the only Jon Snow here, and- ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING RIGHT NOW?”

“Nice to know nothing’s changed, (Y/N),” Ryan scoffed, sending you a sarcastic smile, “Still as charming as ever.”

“What are you doing here?” you demanded.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Brendon said he hadn’t spoken to you in months.”

“He hadn’t. Up until last week when he called to invite me. That’s also when he said that you were gonna be visiting your grandm- Wait,” you breathed out in disbelief. “Oh, Urie, you motherfucker.”

“I can’t believe he did this,” Ryan shook his head, “you think he’d learn by now but nooooo.”

“I need a drink,” you rubbed your eyes.

“Same.”

One drink turned into three, which turned into six, and before you knew it, you were sitting at the kitchen table next to Ryan, both of you considerably drunk.

You were currently laughing uncontrollably at something he had said, and he smiled admiringly at you. There was no denying that you looked insanely hot tonight, and even though he’d always found you attractive, tonight… whew.

“You have a very nice laugh, (Y/N),” he whispered, staring seriously at you, “And you look amazing tonight.”

Your laughing stopped, and you stared back at him just as seriously. “Thank you, Ryan. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I still hate you.”

His eyes widened and he stared at you with those cursed puppy-eyes that were now full of hurt. Seeing him like that, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let out the most adorable giggle Ryan had ever heard in his life.

“I’m joking, silly,” you slurred through laughter and he relaxed, letting out a chuckle of his own.

“You sure? I mean, you’ve told me you hate me lots of times.”

“I don’t really hate you. I was pissed at you because you kissed that girl, then made me drink, which made me make-out with one of my best friends, then I cried on stage, then my fans started harassing me, and after all of that, I still wasn’t your girlfriend! That made me upset,” you frowned.

God, you really were a fucking train wreck when you were drunk. Did anything you just said even make any sense?

It did to Ryan, apparently.

“Wait, so you really do like me?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I thought you were kidding when you told Brendon.”

“Why would you think that?” you cocked your heart to the side.

“Because I saw you make-out with Slade at the club. And then when I tried to comfort you after you cried on stage, you told me you hate me, so I figured you didn’t really mean it.”

“I only did all of that because you were with that girl,” you grumbled. “She was all over you. I didn’t like it.”

A smile formed on Ryan’s face. “Wow. We should get you drunk more often. It’s way easier to get you to talk about everything you’re feeling when you’re like this.”

He was right. You’d never in a million years say any of the things you were saying now if you were sober.

“I’m not very good at voicing my feelings,” you admitted.

“Neither am I,” he shrugged, scooting closer to you and gently grabbing your face in his hands. “But I could show you, if that’s okay?”

As soon as you nodded, his mouth was on yours, and oh goodness.

Ryan’s lips were as soft as you’d expected them to be, but his kiss was hard and dominant – a direct contrast to the tenderness of his lips.

He broke away far too soon for your liking, and almost immediately after his lips left yours, you pulled him back, making him smile into the kiss.

Leighton walked past the kitchen while on his way over to the snack table; he got three steps past the doorway before he backtracked, poking his head inside. Stifling a hoot, he whipped out his phone and snapped the two of you mid-kiss.

“What’re you doing?” Jesy whispered, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she leaned forward and smiled on at you and Ryan.

“She wants the fans to stop harassing her about the breakdown on stage, doesn’t she? Well, I’m sure this’ll make them forget all about it.”

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