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alicepao13 · 2 months

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Hudson and Rex S06E08

Another good episode. As a disclaimer, I’ve had a pretty specific idea of how this episode should be like, so I went in a little bit negatively predisposed. Also, these aren't in order. Sorry.

I remember the dead guy. He was in the episode with Meghan Ory’s character, the first one of the two.

“He’s dead. Are you happy?” Calm down, ma’am, you’re giving him reasons to be stupidly self-sacrificing.

Joe: Charlie no. Charlie: Charlie yes.

“We’re going to transfer all the inmates I’ve arrested out of the prison.” You’ll… what… now?

“I’ll find your killer and get rid of your drug problem”. And also fix your plumbing (oh, wait), clean your laundry, and create a gourmet menu for your prison.

Okay they did find a good reason for Rex to be in there. I'd still have preferred Charlie alone in prison and Rex investigating on the outside.

I hate this hairstyle. There, I said it. However, it’s more fitting to prison inmate Chuck than what Charlie has had all season so far as a cop. Which has actually been tolerable as an image despite not fitting the character, and I refuse to spend more time on that because I keep seeing it being commented on and when this keeps happening, I feel bad.

I think I know the actor who plays Charlie’s prison bunkmate but I can’t place him.

Charlie displayed a lot of badassery in this episode. Also, I think John Reardon did some good work acting wise in this one.

Charlie said “I love you”, “babe”, “you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen”, “sweetheart” to Sarah, and all of that while he was undercover in prison and through the phone??? Who do I talk to about this? How was there not a better moment for this? It’s like they wanted to throw these words out in the open in the least romantic way possible.

The way I hate “babe” and yet every single couple I ship is using it… They’re lucky I’ve been desensitized since Castle.

And Sarah’s facepalm on the other end lmao. It’s obviously not the first “I love you” at least. I wonder what she calls him.

I liked the instrumental music for the prison scenes. It was very much on point.

Damn, they put him in solitary for 24 hours. This couldn’t have awakened any claustrophobic feelings from a) the freezer b) the cave collapse, c) the coffin he was buried in d) the containers that almost turned him into a pancake? Come on, guys. Also, do they or do they not have solitary in Canada? It can’t keep changing according to the season.

Sarah worried because her idiot almost died in prison. Charlie finally (I might pass out) having a moment of weakness? Saying that he misses Sarah and Rex? I did not think I'd live to see it.

Jesse saying that they'd pull out Charlie if it gets too dangerous… This is way too optimistic. Realistically, he would have gotten shivved before anyone could do anything about it.

Rex totally wanted to maul that guy for injuring Charlie. Once again, why can’t we see him baring his teeth? German shepherds have scary canine teeth, they’re not just cute and cuddly.

I liked Joe as a guard. And interrogating the suspect, getting a bit handsy with him.

Detective Jesse Mills. Doing interrogations. Detecting lol

Bringing back a bad guy from S1? Interesting choice. I barely remember the guy. And wasn’t that episode like a collective fandom hallucination or something? When Charlie mentioned the guy had killed a kid I was like, oh so we haven’t seen that case. That’s how much I don’t remember that episode.

“Lots can change in that time” Charlie, you’re squeaky clean, bud. You tried to be “bad” in S4 and lasted for like four minutes.

Also, in every show I’ve seen, once a cop enters prison, no one cares whether he’s a disgraced cop. They’d want to kill him either way.

Either they shot the scenes of the prison yard in one day or it was raining all the days they had those scenes. Very gloomy weather, it added a bit of extra grime to the episode.

“Do you want to read the letters with me?” Absolutely not. He wants to go back home, hug his girlfriend and have a hot shower to wash the prison off of him. Maybe this all happened off screen already. I don’t care. I didn’t see it so it didn’t happen.

I liked the episode. It didn’t go my way at all but it’s understandable. I wanted some more danger towards the end, as people were catching on to the fact that Charlie was a cop. Also, Charlie had way too much communication with the team, I know it doesn’t make sense for me to not want that, but it also doesn’t make sense for an undercover cop in prison to be able to be in touch with almost every member of his team throughout the episode. Did I want a Charlie and Sarah scene in the end? Absolutely.

Promo: That is a pretty lame promo for what should be a character centric episode. It looks like a complete filler, devoid of character moements. I hope it will be a character centric episode and not a filler NCIS episode (because Navy). Hopefully it’s just lousy promo editing and not a lousy episode. Interesting choice for Charlie’s dad. And I know people might hate me for this, but I’ll say it anyway. I did prompt a few storylines to an AI model about Charlie facing off his dad, and the AI would always, always have his dad call him Charles. Fucking hell.

There’s no way Sarah is not meeting Charlie’s dad, right? I need to be reassured.

Dude seems so dismissive of Rex that I hope Rex bites him. He should be allowed to bite family members who are being assholes.

#hudson and rex #I don't have much time to write this today sadly so it's not very in-depth #also I prefer to watch my shows with subtitles and there aren't currently any for this episode

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zabiume · 7 months

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TW: CHILD ABUSE (incase you are sensitive to that subject and would rather ignore this ask. Totally understandable!)

This may just be me, and it's likely not to happen, but if the hell arc is expanded upon, I kinda wanna see orihime's parents in hell. I have a pretty lose grasp on bleach lore unless it involves ori, but if Irc, human souls can go to hell (like that one hollow in Chad's first arc) if they've done really bad things. Being literal child abusers, I'm assuming they may have ended up there if they had died already. Apart of me wants to see them there so that I know they got what was coming to them, and another part of me just wants orihimes reaction knowing they're in hell. I knows it's not the most important thing in her story, and she may not even Remember her own parents that well either. I'm just genuinely curious and intrigued by how it would play out.

i don't think it's completely impossible given the little we know about hell, but as you said, the chances of it happening on paper are unlikely. orihime's parents mainly seem like convenient plot devices to make sora her most important and primary family member, which i think is consistent with kubo's general tendency to gravitate towards sibling relationships.

i think about the bleach pilot a lot, because a) it gives us major hints about what kubo thought was absolutely essential – essential enough that it survived two drafts, and b) it showed us what he wanted to change, and one of those changes was how orihime's father ended up becoming orihime's brother in the main story. this idea of a brother protecting her from the looming, ambiguous horror of her parents (people she doesn't even remember) forms a major part of their relationship, but i'm not sure how orihime would react to them being in hell. the one-shot implies that it's some sort of horrible fate for the captains (AKA, there is something truly sinister and awful about that place), so i'm not sure orihime would be happy about anyone being there, considering how much she sympathized with the arrancars in hueco mundo. either way, it's unlikely she would even recognize them, but i'm sure she wouldn't harbor any major resentment because she had her brother, and she's since gone on to meet people that truly love her, so i'd say she's mostly moved on from all that.

thematically, i think orihime's parents are used best when they represent the emptiness of her life, the lack of a loving family. i also think, given orihime's experiences with bullying, she might have even internalized their abuse in some implicit way, believing that there is something fundamentally wrong and weak about her (<- which is why she's targeted so often by violent people). a lot of abuse victims blame themselves, and we know orihime used to be extremely self-critical, so i'm more interested in their presence when they're used as lingering "ghosts" within orihime's own deepest and darkest insecurities rather than her ever seeing them again physically

#i do think anyone who has ever been mean to orihime deserves to go to hell though so i'm with you on that #she probably thought about them when she first had kazui - mostly because she can't imagine ever hurting a baby #& it doesn't help that kazui looks JUST like her. but in the end i do think she finds it healing to fill him up with the love she didn't ge #during her own developmental years #asks

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bugeyedfreaks · 11 months

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To Mojo Jojo: How many evil schemes do you make to try and defeat the Powerpuff Girls? (You made so many that I lost count)

Mojo Jojo: [rubbing his chin thoughtfully] Hmm. Interestingly enough, Mr. Powerpuff Girls Guy Number Zero Six, I too have lost count of the number of schemes I have schemed! My brain is indeed very large, and I am of course very intelligent, but the number of plans and plots that I have plotted and planned is quite a vast number indeed… so vast, I suppose, that if I were inclined to calculate the exact amount, I would have no choice but to consult–

Blossom: [swooping in with a grin] –an expert?

Mojo Jojo: [wearily] I was going to say my personal database, but it seems I have unfortunately summoned Little Miss Know-It-All.

Blossom: [beaming] Thanks, I sure do know a lot!

Mojo Jojo: The intent of my comment was to insult you, you know.

Blossom: I’ll take it as a compliment instead. So! To answer ppgguy06’s question, when it comes to the total amount of Mojo’s plans–

Mojo Jojo: Please. You may think you know all there is to know about me, your greatest villainous foe, but all you and your annoying sisters ever do is try to thwart my genius plots. You mean to have me believe the unbelievable notion that you have counted them as well? Ha! It isn’t as if you have some of log or record of–

Blossom: [proudly whips out a huge accordion folder bursting with papers] I own records logging every plan that Mojo Jojo has enacted upon the city of Townsville.

Mojo Jojo: WHAT?!

Blossom: Yep! I’ve kept track of every single stupid scheme of yours, from the massive plots to the petty thefts, outlined and detailed in full.

Mojo Jojo: Give me that! [snatches the folder and starts rifling through it, picking through each plan record and muttering to himself] Oh, and I see these records are rife with your usual smart alecky comments. Just look at this one. [clears his throat] “Mojo Jojo once again attempted to rob Townsville Jewelry Store early Friday morning, pursuing a plot to purloin all of the precious pearls he could plunder. Luckily, I (with additional support from my sisters) was able to cut him down to size with my usual super powered polish and charm. Seems like he’ll have a hard time trying to pry his way out of his latest prison sentence, or out of his new pair of metal bracelets for that matter.” And you took the liberty of entitling this plot of mine “Pearls Before Crime?”

Blossom: [shrugs] It had a nice ring to it.

Mojo Jojo: [going through the other plans] Ugh, it seems as if most of these are similarly named with awful puns.

Blossom: They’re awful plans, what do you expect?

Mojo Jojo: [grumbles at her comment as he continues looking through the files] I certainly did not expect this level of organization on your behalf, at least. Look at all that is included in these documents! Blueprints? Organizational charts? Photographs of the crime scenes?! Hmmmm. Seems like an awful lot of material to collect. [grins smugly] Obsessed with my evil genius much?

Blossom: You wish, monkey boy. I have files for every villain that we fight. As any good leader should, I keep track of all of our encounters with evil in order to detect any villainous patterns and form the best counterattack plans against our foes. Your plans tend to get a little more involved, so this file just happens to be larger than the others.

Mojo Jojo: [looking pleased with himself] Well, naturally…

Blossom: [shakes her head] But I think the wrong question is being asked here. What we really need to ask isn’t about the amount, but about how many of Mojo’s plans have actually been a success? And… hmm… let’s see… [takes back the folder and pantomimes pulling out a document, gasping in mock surprise at her empty hand] Wow, imagine that! None exist!

Mojo Jojo: Rrrrgh! You will not exist when I am through with yo– agh! [lunges at her, but trips onto his face as she gracefully swoops out of the way] Curses!

Blossom: [chuckles] Well, even though the question was originally for Mojo, I hope I helped, ppgguy06! Unfortunately the one thing I can’t help with is how terrible his schemes are.

#so uh I accidentally’d like a mini fanfic here lol #couldn’t help but have my two faves squabble #enjoy???#mojo jojo #powerpuff girls #blossom #powerpuff q&a

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loregoddess · 1 year

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Final (maybe?) batch of assorted Octopath Traveler II theories and observations before TotK drops (I promise I am not procrastinating something else ~ <3). Divided into sections based on topic, but there's no meaningful organization, it's more just a list of some of my other theories and thoughts.

As usual, major spoilers for everything including the endgame. I'm still not trying to argue for or against any particular theory, I'm just herding the stray thoughts in my head. So as usual, all theories are based on my own reading of the text, nothing's canon or word of god, it's all wild speculation and good fun.

Following sections include:

-Addendum to my "Temenos is related to the Alpates blodline" theory

-Theory about Roi and the bloodline of light

-Speculations on why Throne isn't the vessel for Vide

-Possible typo in one of Ori's Journal entries which might be causing a misunderstanding of what occurred during this one event

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Addendum to My Theories About Temenos (specifically that he's related to the bloodline of Alpates)

-I totally forgot to note that his name, "Temenos", is the Greek word for the sacred land around a temple (yes this is like giving a character the name Churchyard or something, like this is just the name for a type of land, but it's Greek so I guess it sounds fancy?) ahem, anyhow, odd name choice aside, if Temenos was related to Alpates, but not the main bloodline, then he is, in a sense, the "land" that surrounds the sacred temple (the relic mirror) in that he is blood-related but not the direct bloodline of Alpates.

-An argument against this theory: Both Hikari and Elena are canonically known descendants of bloodlines of light which may be related to the bloodline of Alpates, and both exhibit unusual light-based powers because of this. Hikari's "Shadow's Hold" becomes "Light's Radiance" when he is finally able to conquer his shadow self, and Elena is shown to have some sort of unusual power (discussed in detail later on). Alpates herself doesn't show any unusual powers like this, although she is able to "see" the Flames in both Throne and Temenos, suggesting she either has some sort of very strong spiritual power, or that her ties to Aelfirc allow her a connection to the Flame itself outside of what the average person is able to sense. The counter-counterargument to this would be that, after completion of Temenos's personal story, he learns the EX skill "Heavenly Shine" which is essentially an explosion of light, and the most powerful light-based attack in the game, which could be his version of Hikari's Radiance or Elena's mysterious magical powers.

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I didn't discuss it in my other post, but Roi could also potentially be related to the bloodline of light, if only because it's heavily implied that he and the Dark Entity are the same being. It could be that Roi was used by Harvey as an early attempt to find the One True Magic, but that Roi's blood wasn't "pure" enough, leaving the Dark Entity. It's also possible Roi has no connection to the bloodline of light, but that this lack of connection is what made him transform into the Dark Entity as a Harvey's failed attempt at creating the One True Magic. It could be that, by the failure of Roi, Harvey was able to come up with the methods to turn Rita into the Grieving Golem, a more "perfect" attempt at creating the One True Magic, since her blood is of the Lumina family line and either more pure or powerful than Roi's. There's also a handful of minor similarities between the Grieving Golem and the Dark Entity, and notably both repeat phrases they used when they were alive (the Golem's use of "my darling" when encountering Osvald, and the Dark Entity's repetition of the last words Roi spoke to Temenos).

It's interesting to note that, as far as Osvald and Temenos are aware at the start of their respective stories, Rita and Roi are both dead. For Osvald this is apparent, since his entire story arc begins as a vengeance quest and how Rita "died' is clearly shown. But this isn't as obvious for Temenos, as he only mentions that Roi was "killed" in his Crackridge Travel Banter with Agnea, which is...odd since Roi's body shouldn't have been recovered if it was used to create the Dark Entity, and yet Temenos is very much aware of the fact that Roi is no longer alive. How this came about is never explained, so it's possibly an oversight by the writers, but it is something interesting to note.

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I've been puzzling over why Throne is not the vessel for Vide in any way, despite the entire point of the Blacksnakes being Claude's attempt to foist the role off to his "best" offspring.

-One explanation could be that, since Throne was "chosen" by Aeber, the Flame she carries within her soul negates her blood ties to Vide.

-It's also possible there was Something going on with Marietta, her mother. Possibly Marietta had blood ties to one of the branches of Alpate's bloodline of light--although if this were the case, Throne should have been in a situation similar to Hikari, and she's clearly not.

-Actually, the fact that Throne does not struggle with the Shadow in any way, especially looking at how Hikari struggles with the Shadow due to his blood ties to D'arqest, suggests her blood connections to Vide are actually quite weak at best. It could be that Claude being biologically engineered (for lack of a better term) to be Vide's vessel was not hereditary.

-Throne is also shown to actively dislike violence and hates bloodshed. She's also the only Blacksnake stated to have not been raised by Mother, and Father was notably raising her specifically to kill him rather than to take over the Blacksnakes. So in a sense she was never raised as a "true" Blacksnake. That she was able to kill both Mother and Father, and then make her way to Lostseed and kill Claude could be more testament to Throne's personal strength and the fact that she was intent on ending the Blacksnakes for her freedom, to get away from the violence and bloodshed, rather than to wrest control of the Snakes by besting the founder. This would make her unsuitable as a vessel for Vide because she does not commit violent acts as a means of attaining power and spreading chaos, but rather to break free from a cruel structure of power and end the chaos caused by it.

-It's also possible that there is no actual need for a "right" vessel, but that Claude was meant to be a "perfect" vessel because he is functionally immortal, and would have been significantly harder to kill if Vide had used him to return. However, Ori's Journals suggest that it doesn't really matter who the vessel is, and considering that Oboro is able to sacrifice himself and become the vessel, this seems to ring true. Notably, Oboro as Vide's vessel is weak enough that Vide is sealed away by eight mortals chosen by the gods, rather than needing to be sealed by the gods themselves. I thought for a bit that Vide's revival might be connected to how Vados's murders were supposed to be a reversal of the order of prayers to summon a curse, but I haven't actually found any evidence to support this, since no dancer dies after Lucien is murdered, and a merchant would have had to die last (with Ori being strongly suggested to be the "merchant" of the Moonshade order) but it's more likely that Arcanette, the "cleric", is canonically the last death before Oboro's self-sacrifice (and he's the "warrior"). So it seems more like Vide's revival has nothing to do with sacrifices and the order of prayers, and that the vessel can be any person who has given up on the dawn.

(Although I will note that the actual facts about the gods are extremely fuzzy, especially taking what little we know about them from Orsterra into account, so it's hard to tell how accurate the legend of Vide being sealed as recounted by Temenos is when compared to however events may have actually happened. These same gods were somehow also responsible for sealing Galdera away in Orsterra without much consequence, but were nearly killed in Solistia while sealing Vide. The Kal also notably seem to have a cult around the Flame itself and no associated gods, so that brings into question whether Aelfric and the Flame are connected or not, and if they are then exactly how. Unfortunately there's nothing in-game to really explain or expand the mythology of the pantheon which Aelfric leads, and even trying to take the shaky lore from CotC into account does little to elucidate exactly how this pantheon works).

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Speaking of Ori's Journal's, there's been one entry in particular that keeps confusing me, and that being the entry in which Ori states that Harvey escaped alive...somehow. This is the quote I'm referring to specifically:

I found a nice, cozy place to conceal myself, and sure enough Osvald showed up. Just as predicted, the two fought it out, and I was able to retrieve the Book of Demons in the wake of their battle. There was one surprise, however: Harvey escaped alive.

What was that bright flash of magic? A glimpse of a force that may dwarf even that of the Book of Demons? That girl...Does she have some special power within her?

So, according to this Ori was camped out and saw the entire battle so she could snag the book, but then she says Harvey escaped which is...puzzling, since he very much appeared to be vaporized by his own magic. She also mentions a "bright flash of magic" which seems to be Elena's magic as per her blood connection to the Lumina family. I went and rewatched a playthrough of the post-battle cutscene, and I think I've found the "flash of light" Ori mentions. Here's a series of the best screenshots I could manage:

Harvey prepares his final spell and it begins to expand. Osvald is facing him, and Elena is passed out at the bottom center of the screen.

The magic continues to expand and gather in strength. We can no longer see Osvald but Elena is still visible.

As the magic reaches its peak power, we see several small lights appear in a circle around Elena at the bottom. These lights do not seem to match the magic that Harvey is casting since that is in a circle expanding from him, and it is Elena at the center of this circle of lights. After this the screen is awash completely in white before clearing to reveal...

Osvald holding Elena, both safe, with Harvey nowhere to be seen. (Screenshot lightened a bit by me bc it was really dark and hard to make out).

So I think the writers...actually just made a mistake, and that it was supposed to be Osvald who mysteriously survived due to Elena's mysterious magic. It would make more sense in context of what actually occurs during this cutscene if Ori's Journal had read:

What was that bright flash of magic? A glimpse of a force that may dwarf even that of the Book of Demons? That girl...Does she have some special power within her?

If written this way, the discussion of Elena's mysterious power follows a note about Osvald surviving a direct blast from the Book of Demons, which would make the question of whether Elena's power is greater than the Book of Demons make more sense, as it would suggest that it had been Elena's power that was directly responsible for Osvald's survival. We also know that the Moonshade Order was watching several the the Eight Travelers carefully, and wanted a few of them out of the picture, and so it would have been convenient if both Harvey and Osvald had died in this moment, but it makes the most sense for Elena's power to save Osvald since, even if her memory is currently suppressed, she still loves him as her father subconsciously, and love is one of the key theme's of Osvald's story arc.

I dunno if any of this has merit, but I am inclined to think the writers just got the names switched while writing the journal entries, if only because this would be the only way to have the journal match the events we're shown in-game.

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There was one other thing about a recurring narrative theme in every characters' story that I wanted to note, but it started to get long enough that I'll probably make a separate post about it in the future at some point. Just...maybe sometime waaay in the future if I get distracted.

In any case, this about wraps up my shorter thoughts that I wanted to document. Again, I'm not trying to prove anything right or wrong, I'm just musing for the sake of musing.

Again, if you read all this, thanks!

#octopath traveler #octopath ii #octopath ii spoilers #I was absolutely procrastinating working on some art which I very much want to finish but don't want to work on #anyhow there's only minor editing on this so if there's typos I'm sorry #at least I managed to use some screenshots this time to aid my observations #oracle of lore

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weepingshepherdbatsuitcase · 5 months

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Total Drama Action characters with me/my oc [Ori]

Part 2 of the TDI characters i guess.

Also as a side note, the seasons are all the same, Ori is just an add on that doesn't win or lose in this universe, they just showed up and Chris just took them into the game to try and stir the pot.

Trent: After more or less becoming more paranoid, he now hates Ori and will push them away from Gwen any chance he gets

Gwen: Nothing much had changed, however, Gwen is a bit more careful with Ori because of Trent, and keeps Duncan updated on whats going on

DJ: [before the Alinence with cheif] kept Ori calm and like last time, acted like a "theripist"

[After/during the Alinence] was a bit more distant for Ori, not wanted them to get hurt or figure out what he was doing. But after he quit the game he gave Ori a recipe that they would be able to cook to remind them of him and he gave Ori as much reassurance as they needed before he left.

Izzy/e-scope/explosivo: would have Ori stay on the sidelines if she was going to do something dangerous. Ori also was a little upset about her changing her name just to get back into the game, because it made them feel bad about them changing their name[even though Ori changed it long beforehand]. Izzy told them that she did it to get back to Ori, but Ori is a little suspicious and talked to Duncan about it.

Heather: no one really trusts her around Ori still, but Ori still tries to talk to her. Heather surprisingly is nice to Ori, but if someone else is around she'll be rude. Ori often sneaks Heather some snacks or will find a new wig for her.

Lashawna: still a garian mother, but after the trash talk and the lying, Ori doesn't really trust her and would go to Gwen, but Gwen is gone, so they goes to Lindsay, who will help them and distract them with a spa day.

Justin: Since become more manipulative Ori has staied far away from him, Justin tries to use his pretty boy power on them but it never works, which makes angry and eventually has hit them, its a shame he forgot who Ori runs too whenever they are scared. Duncan, as I will state again, being like a protective father figure to Ori, always has a ball beating up Justin for scaring Ori.

Lindsay: like before, she helps Ori whenever something with Lashawna or Courtney goes on and will discract them with a spa day or dress up day.

Harold: Same as last season, but helps take care of them if Duncan needs to fight someone.

Courtney: Oh boy...She got even worse than last season. Ori is terrified of her. She bosses and yells at Ori to do her bidding, and will push them to the edge. She tries to keep them away from Duncan and manipulates Ori into running away and lying that Duncan hates them. She still tries to keep Duncan under her thumb, but eventually he escapes and votes her off, leaving her enraged. Ori before Courtney got eliminated, would hide if they even heard her voice, stay absolutely silent if she was close, and because of her manipulation, would run away and get seriously hurt, coming back to the camp with cheif holding them gently.

Owen: still makes sure they are eating and playing but after getting injured and becoming a mole, Ori got worried about him. Ori found out why he was a mole and wanted to help him, even if he was trying to sabatoge them.

Beth: same as Lindsay, but less involved in the drama, she usually keeps an eye on Ori if they're alone.

Cheif: made sure that they ate healthy, and would save them from running away and heal them, he's starting to fall apart with Chris, considering Chris knew that the forest was dangerous but never told anyone.

Chris: No one lets him near Ori

Bridgett: even though not being on the show technically, she still keeps in contact with Ori to make sure they are safe

Geoff: Doesn't like it when Bridgett calls Ori, this is when he was getting corrupted by the fame, he tries to stop Bridgett, but she won't listen

Duncan: Protects the kid at all costs. He is proud that Ori has stood up to different people and even more proud that she made friends with Heather, but is extremely made at Justin, Trent, and Courtney. During the ending of the season Duncan kept Ori close and made sure they were safe through the corse.

If he won: He would basically "adopt" Ori as like a child or even a little sibling.

If he lost: He still would try to do that but would and always be their gardian

#tdi #total drama #total drama action #oc

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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X - XOXO

Ah, it's the teacher AU.

@laurfilijames, @lordoftherazzles, @linasofia here is the monstrosity that has grown roots in my silly brain!

Words: 2 k (yes, I know, I am sorry)

Characters: Thorin, Fíli, Ori, Boromir, Legolas

Warnings: It's a Modern!AU, it has too many plot points, and it's entirely idiotic

“We have to do something,” Aude declared confidently, leaning over the rickety cafeteria table. “I can’t watch that poor man suffer like that.”

Boromir frowned; he was not the kind of young man who liked to meddle in other people’s love affairs, mainly because nothing could fool him into believing that he was managing his own very well so who was he to help someone else?

“I’m in,” Legolas hooted—he, on the other hand, was a kid who loved meddling and he was not above trying to give one of his favourite teachers a boost.

“Let’s say,” Aude interrupted his effervescent joy pragmatically, “we set the concert as a deadline. By the time we go on the excursion, I want melting gazes and seemingly accidental touches to be the standard. Are we agreed?”

Their little ragtag group of friends did not dare disagree with her when she got into one of her organisational moods and so, they simply nodded and started planning their devious machinations.

It had all started earlier that day.

While they had been a close-knit class for a few years, the teaching staff responsible for them had changed this semester—much to the chagrin of Boromir and Legolas.

Their new foreign languages teacher was a frightening lady, crackling with intensity, and her rather harsh methods had given them quite a jolt in the beginning.

Thus terrified by the educator who was unfortunately also responsible for the choir part of their annual concert, they had been considerably confused by the unusual reaction of their trusty, beloved English teacher when said Xanthippe had knocked on the door to inform them that choir practice would start a little late due to some unforeseen scheduling issues.

As the school was indeed much like a family and the teachers were known by their first names, the youngsters—first and foremost, eagle-eyed Aude—had had no qualms whatsoever to tease Mister Ori about his bashful blush at the sight of the newcomer.

After all, for the longest time, the rumoured dalliance between Mister Fíli—giving workshop classes—and their gym teacher Miss Rena had been the only source of gossip the voraciously inquisitive minds of the youngsters had fed on.

Consequently, it was totally unsurprising that they pounced on this new knot of tension like starved hyenas as soon as they got the first whiff of it.

“Boromir?” Aude leaned over while the flustered English teacher ran after the bits of chalk he had dropped in his nervous haste. “Your brother is in the theatre group, right? We need to have a meeting over lunch—I think Mister Ori has a crush on the dragon-lady.”

Grimacing as the extent of Aude’s plan dawned on him, Boromir thought that—by the time she and Legolas were done plotting—they’d have Miss Libby serenade their mousy, distracted, touchingly kind English teacher.

As he leaned back and gave Mister Ori a compassionate smile, he had to admit to himself that he couldn’t wait to witness the trainwreck those hellish women would bring upon as many poor, unsuspecting, soft-hearted men as they possibly could.

“They’re coming along nicely,” Rena sighed as she wiped the back of her neck with a soft towel. “I wonder if the new economics teacher will attend.”

“Hmmm?” Libby looked up from the piece of paper that had made its way mysteriously into the stack of lyrics she distributed and collected diligently at the beginning and end of every choir practice. “I think the headmaster has invited her personally, so yeah, it would be rather rude not to come and clap politely.”

“Politely?” her friend and colleague, who was responsible for the dance act, asked pointedly. “I am convinced of the talent and skill of my group. Do you have qualms about yours?”

“Not in the least,” Libby denied weakly. “Here, look at this, do you know what this is?” She held out the intruder amongst the bent and worn pages in her hand accusingly.

After taking a single look at it, Rena chuckled wryly. “Yes, I do, and so do you.”

Even though polite and supportive, Rena didn’t lose time pretending and dissimulating—especially not at this time of night, alone in the auditorium.

“It’s a page out of the play they’re putting on,” she muttered, inspecting the page more carefully now. “And there is a note in the margin saying ‘Meet me in the teacher’s lounge tomorrow at 15 o’clock. XOXO’. I wonder what that is about…”

“Well, it surely wasn’t meant for me,” Libby dismissed the whole thing frantically; already, she sorely regretted having shown this awful missive to her friend.

From day one, Rena had been a much-needed and trusted ally in Libby’s awkward navigation of a completely new school where everyone seemed to know one another from birth; thus, she merely ducked her head and didn’t contradict.

“Lib, it’s not from or for one of the students; they have no access to that room. Moreover, there is no other member of the teaching staff scheduled to be in the auditorium today. If it was meant for anyone, it was meant for you!”

Setting the piece of paper aside carefully, Rena stalked towards her friend on her long, nimble legs. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ve interrupted class today.”

Scandalised, Libby denied having done anything even remotely disruptive.

“What grapevine? Did you hang out with Fí again? He’s one of the only teachers they had this afternoon.” Libby narrowed her eyes—at her previous post, nobody had ever taken such a vivid interest in the lives and proclivities of their peers, and she was not entirely sure that she liked being the subject of gossip.

“Oh no,” Rena grinned, “it’s much more interesting than that. So, the new economics teacher has complained to the headmaster—she is in that office all the time, I swear—that the class was being particularly unruly today. So, Thorin goes to check on the class while they’re walking over to Fíli’s and guess what he overheard?”

Libby waved her hand with as much nonchalant indulgence as she could feign.

“Apparently their English teacher has had a visit from—sorry for the wording—the Dragon-lady and the poor man—bless his soul—didn’t manage to get back his focus for the rest of the lesson. Isn’t that interesting?”

“I…” Libby started and then relapsed into petulant silence; those miscreants were lucky that she had not learned about this before choir practice.

“Do you deny it?” Rena was having entirely too much fun with this.

“No, I don’t. Now, dear, your petty narration does not explain how Fíli’s knowledge was imparted to you though, does it?”

“Ah,” the amazingly brazen Amazon purred, “we were having a little chat in the courtyard…about maybe joining the excursion. I surmise that you’ll be there to chaperone and hound the kids?”

Nodding tersely, Libby waited to see where her friend was going with this.

“Maybe, whoever wrote you this note also only wants to talk about the excursion?”

“As what you call ‘talk about the excursion’ seems to be code for another word containing the letters ‘e’ and ‘x’ in that order, I highly doubt that,” Libby hissed.

“I wish…” Rena grinned; she had much more knowledge than she led on, but—as a trained and experienced athlete—she knew that sometimes, one had to pace oneself if one wanted to make it across the finish line. “So, was it strictly necessary for you to go and startle poor Ori?”

Swallowing fitfully, Libby tried to mobilise the brusque façade behind which she habitually hid her own insecurities. “I had no way of knowing that he’d be that upset by a minor interruption; it’s not as if I knew him well—he seems to avoid me as much as possible.”

Hopping onto one of the props and crossing her legs slowly, Rena leaned towards her friend. “He’s a local boy, Ori, I mean. Fíli talks about him a lot.”

“Ah,” Libby interjected with a knowing smile. “Why are you telling me this? It’s highly unlikely that the one colleague who seems to profoundly and viscerally dislike me would invite me to a meeting, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think he dislikes you,” Rena jeered, “but—in the name of friendship—I’ll investigate a little deeper. By the way, do you mind him terribly?”

“Rena,” Libby sighed, “I would not have chosen his class to burst into if I did not enjoy his blundering, stammering sweetness at least a tiny bit.”

Nodding her head sagaciously, Rena gave her a provocative smirk. “I’ll see what Fíli can tell me about it…”

“Hey Thorin,” Fíli grinned as he passed the new economics teacher, a truly handsome lady, on the threshold of their headmaster’s office.

“We’ve come to sign up for the excursion,” he announced with a flourish, dragging Ori in by the sleeve of his sempiternal woollen cardigan like a reticent child.

“You’re too old and I am quite pleased with the results Miss Libby is achieving,” Thorin replied sternly. “I’d rather not overtax the woman in her first year at our school with having to oversee that many hormone-fuelled savages.”

Fíli laughed. “Fair,” he admitted, “but I’ve come to offer my services as a chaperone, yes, that is quite right. Me. I’ve even convinced our resident homebody to pack his seven cardigans in various shades of beige and join us. Wouldn’t the presence of the best English teacher be a monumental advantage?”

Thorin paused and pondered that assertion for a long, silent moment before nodding slowly.

“It’s funny,” he then said in a low, languid voice, “you’re not the first to volunteer for the least sought-after extracurricular activity of this year. Though the other two were ladies of course. Seems like we’re well-matched then—the poor students won’t know what hit them.”

“How so?” Fíli asked immediately, his face gleaming with interest and curiosity.

“The new economics teacher and Miss Rena have volunteered as well.”

“The gym teacher?” Ori squeaked, visibly cowed by that idea.

“Well yes, Miss Libby was the first to sign up and Rena thought that she had to keep an eye on the new girl for fear that she’d get cannibalised by our students.”

With a throaty chuckle, he turned his attention back to the papers on his desk, signalling that this interview was at an end and that he had other matters to attend to.

“Aren’t you off now? Care to go over to the bakery and have a coffee?” Fíli asked his colleague who was dragging his feet as they made their way back down the administrative wing of the school building. “I would very much like to know why the mere mention of the Foreign Languages teacher makes you break out in nervous hives; I’ve known you all your life, my boy, and I know when something is up!”

“Erm…” Ori stammered. “I found a note among my papers of yesterday that told me to come to the teacher’s lounge at 3.” “A note? Do you know from whom?”

Ori shook his head miserably; there had been no person who could have slipped a note pertaining to that kind of meeting other than Miss Libby. She had been in his classroom the previous day—she had stood so close to the desk that he had been able to smell her dizzying perfume and unfortunately, he had truly not paid any attention to what she had been doing other than crowding him.

Secretly, he so desperately hoped that it was indeed her who wanted to see him—even if it was about the class, or toilet paper, or the weather—but he didn’t dare believe it, especially as the note was signed “XOXO” which didn’t seem to be her style at all.

“Well, how about you see what it’s all about and I’ll wait in the bakery?”

Ori looked past his friend through the high window front to see the gym teacher sprint across the street to said locale and he understood.

“Yeah sure,” he acquiesced kindly, “see you later.”

Muttering to himself to be brave and firm, Ori entered the teacher’s lounge…and promptly collided with his most dreaded colleague.

@fellowshipofthefics I am so sorry for this whopper.

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sabiraa-a · 1 year

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"Should a woman cover her feet when she prays?"

Shaikh al-Albaani says:

"It is not permissible for her to pray with her feet uncovered, indeed it is not permissible for her to walk in the streets with her feet uncovered, because the feet are part of a woman's awrah based on Allah's Statement: “And let them not stamp their feet tó make known what they conceal of their adornment”. [Surat un-Noor 24:31]

This means that the feet used to be covered. Because of the jilbab that the women were commanded to cast down from over their heads, according to Allah's Statement: “O Prophet! Tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their outer garments (jilbaabs) close upon themselves.” [Surat ul-Ahzaab 33:59]

And it is mentioned in the authentic hadeeth that the Prophet ﷺ said one day during a gathering in which there were also women: Whoever drags his garment out of pride, Allah ﷻ will not look at him on the Day of Resurrection. One of the women said: 'O Messenger of Allaah, then our feet will be exposed! He women lengthen (their garments) by a hand-span! She said: 'Then a wind will come and uncover (their feet): He is said. 'let them add another hand-span, ie. (a total of) orie cubit, and not go beyond that!' [Saheeh at-Tirmidhi 1731]

In this manner, the jilbaab of the Muslim woman - at the time of the revelation of the above-mentioned verse: {to draw their outer garments (jilbaabs) close upon themselves} - used to cover the feet since the socks that are widespread nowadays among both women and men were not widespread at that time. The woman used to cover her shins and feet with the long jilbaab that resembles the abaayah. Therefore it is not permissible for a Muslim woman to uncover her feet while she is on the street, and it is even more impermissible for her to pray with her feet uncovered."

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i’m back with a desperate hunger for more ori x anders 😭 1, 5, 11, 12, & 24 please 🥺

1. Describe their first date.

The first time they actually get to have a date, Ori asks Anders to meet her at the Skyhold stables. Totally in the dark, he agrees, and finds her there with two horses, loaded with full saddlebags. She still says nothing, but Anders follows her lead, and she takes him out into the surrounding forests. After approximately a 20 minute ride through the freezing cold, she stops. What Ori has brought him to, is her secret hideaway; a hot spring she discovered early into their stay at the Keep. She tells him she comes here to escape being Inquisitor, and the two of them spend several hours in and out of the water, and eat the picnic and drink the wine Ori packed.

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Answered here!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

Both of them love pet names. Ori starts calling Anders vhenan immediately, and also several hebrew pet names such as kayim sheli (my life) and motek (honey). Anders uses my love most frequently but also favours darling. It becomes common for them to use names when in other company, and exclusively pet names when they're alone.

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mostly function well when they're apart, but they absolutely hate it. The first day is the worst, both of them sulk and are absolutely insufferable. They already feel they've lost enough time that more time apart is incredibly stressful, but on the other side of the coin, they've already spent so much time apart that it's not difficult for them to get through. Woe betide anyone who gets in the way of the reunion, though.

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

It's a little bit of both. They're both such intense forces that most of the time they compliment each other very well, but they are both the same side of the coin. When they align they're basically unstoppable, but when they clash it's a significant clash.

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sycamorre · 1 year

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Okay but I am still obsessed with the idea of Vaela going to visit Ori back home. Partially for Ori herself. Partially to get a chance to chat with her brother some more. I still think about that from time to time

YESSS I think about this a lot, too. In fact, I have a few thoughts of my own:

Firstly, I imagine that after the ball, Hester approached Vaela when Ori wasn't around and asked if she basically wanted to be pen pals. Because he's a dork and doesn't have fancy magic speaking stones. Basically the equivalent of "here's my number text me if you want to" while trying to be smooth about it and probably failing a bit. But at the very least he is trying to make it low-pressure for her.

At some point Ori would get a hint of what was going on and would absolutely be a driving force behind Vaela getting an invitation to come down to the coast for a beach vacation and to meet the family. Hester would get teased endlessly and he would be hopelessly outnumbered by the girls.

I feel like Vaela would enjoy spending time with Oriana’s family. Her mom, Maia, would make Vaela something nice to wear as a gift, and the middle sibling, Asta, has a lot of similar tastes to Vaela and would definitely take her shopping.

At some point during this whole event, Hester would get the idea to take Vaela out on a walk and picnic dinner out by the ocean (but still within view of the city, since he's given a few light warnings from Ori just in case Vaela might not be super comfortable being totally alone with him just yet), right before the sun sets and the evening stars begin to come out. He would probably just want to talk and laugh with her, maybe dance again without a crowd of people around them. Or if she's feeling adventurous, he's got one cool Find Steed spell up his sleeve and they can go for a ride down the beach. And maybe if things go well, he'd extend an invitation for her to visit him whenever she wants in Tyados' capital city...

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jjamjamm · 2 years

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Wordcount: 753

Summary: Ori befriends a canary that flew from the mines.

Morning had arrived, people were just waking up and the birds were chirping. You rolled over onto your side to try and get a little more rest before you realized what you were hearing.

There were birds outside your door.

Inside the mountain, it was rare that birds flew so deep in and stayed. So, you went to wake Ori, who wasn’t in bed anymore.

Tugging a robe on over your pajamas, you crept through the hallway, and stopped when you saw Ori crouched outside the front door scattering some food for the chirper.

“I thought I heard something.” You said, squatting beside him.

“Sorry, my little friend came by earlier than usual.” Ori apologized, “I didn’t even have his snack ready yet.”

“You’ve befriended a canary?” You asked, cupping your hands for some of the seeds to scatter for the little bird.

“He must’ve flown from the mines, I couldn’t just return him.” Ori stressed, “You know their purpose in the mine, don’t you?”

“To warn for poison, isn’t it necessary?” You asked, not really knowing much about it.

“They’ve got dozens without her.” Ori pointed out, “I mean, she’s no raven, but she’s sweet.”

As if to prove his point, Ori held a hand out and the canary nuzzled it gently, peeping at him. She shut her eyes as she did it, and you realized how much she trusted and cared for him too.

“Maybe we should set up a birdhouse for her.” You suggested, “Hang it outside so she can come and go as she likes.”

That’s what you both spent the day doing, and once it was finished, you hung it by the door.

It was hard to tell if she would like it or not, but when you woke to chirping the next morning, you had a good idea.

Ori led the way, eager to see if she liked the house, and pushed the door open to see her poking her head in and checking it out.

She came back out after a moment, chirping up a storm before she landed on the step to collect some of the seeds you were scattering for her.

“I think she likes it.” Ori smiled, “Do you think she’ll keep visiting?”

“Hard to say, but I think she might.” You nodded, “She certainly seems to like it here.”

Nori stood behind the two of you, shaking his head as he started braiding his hair up for the day. Pets weren’t common for dwarrow, it was hard for him to understand the bond between you two and the canary.

“That’s not going to come inside too is it?” He asked.

“She’s a guest.” Ori said, “She’ll come and go as she pleases.”

“Just keep her outside, or Dori will lose it.” Nori said, before realizing what that meant, “Here birdy, birdy, come inside.”

He stuck his hands towards her, and Ori smacked them, “Leave her alone Nori.”

You were both shocked to see Ori stand up to his brother, he was clearly very protective of his new friend.

Nori agreed to leave her be, but Dori went off on a rant about bird droppings and how that will make the house look.

“Ori likes her, so leave it alone.” Nori told him, “Huh, sounds like we’re talking about Y/N.”

You pouted at that, and laid down some more seeds for the canary, “We should probably name her.”

“Marali.” Ori said as Dori started pulling out pots and pans in the kitchen to make breakfast, and the noise started her away, so the two of you came inside.

Over the next few days, you noticed Ori sketching Marali, and taking notes on her behavior, trying different foods for her and playing with her too. She seemed really fond of the writing implement, and even tried to snatch it from him for her nest.

To rectify that, you both tried to find other things for her to make her nest out of. Eventually, when you went to check on her nest, you noticed an egg sitting inside the house.

Ori lit up at the news, but Nori rested his head on the table- clearly not eager for more chirping.

That day, Ori made sure to give Marali her favorite snacks and extra head rubs. While she pecked at the treats, he went to sketch the egg, and dug around to find six in total.

“I hope you can think of that many names.” You told him, “I’d start making notes if I were you.”

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saratogaroadwrites · 5 months

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world keeps spinnin’ (3/3)

world keeps spinnin’ | saratogaroad rating: G total wordcount: 4540 characters: Ori, Ku, Naru, Gumo relationships: Ori & Ku other tags: Adopted Sibling Relationship, Fix It, fuck canon I choose to be happy, warnings: none

A series of narrow escapes from and through the Forest of Niwen, and two lives irrevocably altered by the swiftly changing course of fate.

Shriek screamed in the night, her battered wings carrying her away from the Spirit Willow. Sent flying in her wake, Ori hit the ground hard, bouncing to a stop among the rocky remains of the Weeping Ridge. He lay there breathless, stunned. Thunder cracked overhead, or maybe it was the crack of wood strained beyond the breaking point.

"Ori," Seir's voice was weak, her glow faded from Shriek's attack, "Ori, you must get up. Please, get up."

With a groan, Ori pushed himself to look up at her. The Spirit Willow was still hanging onto the cliff face beyond them, but for how much longer? The Decay was just as sturdy. It would eat through the last of the roots soon, and when that happened...he tried to get his hooves beneath him, but his body wouldn't respond. His ears folded back.

"I can't," He said, "Seir, I...I can't..."

"I know," She replied, "My Light alone is not enough, and the Willow is beyond us now. But there is another way. Do you remember the murals in the Windtorn Ruins?" When Ori managed a nod she continued, "A Spirit can become a Vessel for the Light, can become a new tree!"

Slowly, Ori lifted his head.

"What are you saying?"

"Together, our Light would be strong enough to create a new tree." Seir replied. She moved towards him and he pushed himself back, falling onto his rear end, "But you cannot bear it as you are. You must grow."

"By becoming a tree?!"

"By becoming what you were meant to be," She said. Her voice grew soft, an attempt at soothing without any real warmth behind it, "This has been the way of things for countless generations. You might have even grown to replace your own Spirit Tree, given time."

But he wasn't replacing his tree with Sein at his side. He was being asked to replace a different tree, with a strange spirit, in a land that wasn't his home. He was being asked to leave behind the life he knew, the family he loved, for a forest that wasn't his. Shaking his head Ori pushed himself back further, further until his back hit rock. He had nowhere else to go.

"I can't," He whimpered, wishing Naru was there, "I don't want to--"

"Ori," Seir interrupted, "If the Willow falls, the forest will die. Everyone will die if the Light does not return. It is the only way." She stopped, her glow flickering, before genuine warmth entered her voice. "I am sorry. It is time, Ori."

"I don't want to," He repeated, tears spilling down his cheeks, turning her golden glow into a blur, "I don't want to leave them, Seir...not like this!"

"You will always have them with you. The Light never forgets."

His ears perked up. "What?"

"The Light will always remember what once was. It will remember how you felt about them, even when the Ori you are now is gone."

"The Light remembers what once was..." Ori repeated. The memories left in the Trees. The hopes and dreams of the Spirits who had come before and gone ahead. Their memory of how Niwen had once been, and how the Willow could be again. He lifted his head, "Seir, what if I give you the Light?"

"What?"

"The Ancestral Light." He pressed a paw to his chest. "What if I gave it back to you?"

"Catch me, catch me!"

"Higher, higher!"

"Up here, up here!"

Ori blinked himself awake, blearily staring at the golden leaves of the Wellspring Glade's highest boughs. The hammock-nest swayed gently in the warm morning breeze, and he yawned so wide tears came to his eyes. Down below, the Moki were all laughing, paws scrabbling against wood as they played catch with leaves. Gumo's rich laugh carried up with their shrieks of joy, his long arms juggling them three or four at a time across the rope bridges and hanging platforms of the settlement below. Something rich and savory was bubbling away further along, Naru's familiar warble melding with Opher's reading of a recipe he had found in the mill. Tail drifting lazily off the edge of the hammock, Ori didn't bother to lift his head.

He wasn't really sure he could have gotten it far, anyway. He felt as weak as a newborn spirit, drained of all but the barest hint of his Light. Even his glow had faded somewhat, flickering in the morning sun. It would return, given time, but for now it was all he could do to just stay awake.

That was fine. There was nothing left that needed doing anyway.

Wings beat overhead. He flicked an ear up towards the sound as Ku flapped her way through the branches. The early morning breeze slipped through her feathers as Ku landed beside him, sending the hammock swinging. She tucked her wings in and nestled down.

"Ori?" She asked, "You awake yet?"

Ori flicked an ear at her. A wing tip nudged against his side, the feathers tickling his regrown fur.

"Come on, sleepy-head." She teased, "Wake up! The sun's been up for hours now!"

"Mrgh," He groaned tiredly. Giving back the Ancestral Light the way he had had nearly taken his own Light with it, leaving him more exhausted than he could ever remember feeling. Everything the Light had given him, all of his powers and abilities, he had given it back without hesitation.

It had been the right decision. Letting those memories return to their ancient home had been enough Light to restore the Willow, and through her the rest of Niwen. The Decay had been forced out, the damage healed, and life was slowly returning. It couldn't restore all the lives lost, but the forest and its inhabitants would recover with time. So would he.

"Orrrrriiiiii..." Ku crooned in one ear, sending it flicking wildly. He cracked an eye open and she leaned back, practically beaming. "Morning!"

"Mmph."

With a giggle, Ku settled in against his side. The forest hadn't been the only thing to heal as the Light returned. Ku's damaged wing had healed as well, and she was making good use out of it. Mostly to tickle him now, a gesture that made him roll over to give her more space.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him.

"Tired." But more awake than before. He grabbed a piece of straw jabbing into his side and tossed it off the hammock. Two Moki shrieked as they caught sight of it, scrambling to catch it. The siblings watched them for a few seconds before Ori stretched from ears to tail. "Could sleep another week."

"You already slept three days!" Ku pointed out, narrowing her eyes, "How can you be so lazy!"

"You save a whole forest and see if you're not tired," He grumbled, waving a paw at her. She snapped her beak in his direction, feathers fluffing up. They quickly went back down as he wrapped his arm around her back. "I'm okay, Ku."

Her anger fading as quickly as it had come, Ku turned to press her forehead to his.

"...You really scared me," She whispered, "When we found you, I thought..."

She didn't need to finish. He tugged her in close, hiding his face in her soft feathers. It had been close, closer than ever before, but what mattered was the now. The safe, warm, happy now.

"I'm okay," He repeated, "It's over now."

The Willow once again watched over Niwen, secure for another long lifetime. Already Light Spirits were beginning to return to the forest, born again in new, unfamiliar places. Those that had survived the initial Decay would stay here in the Glades for a while, but they too had new, unfamiliar homes to make. Niwen would be fine.

"Is it?" Ku asked, "What about Shriek? What do you think happened to her?"

"I don't know," Ori replied. There had been no sign of Shriek after he had forced her off, forced her away from the Willow. When he'd heard of the battle Tokk had made his way to the Silent Woods to see if she'd returned, but he'd come back saying there was nothing there at all. Nothing, no one. The Silent Woods had finally gone truly silent.

Wherever she was, he hoped that Shriek could finally find some peace.

"I think she's gone now," He said to Ku, flicking his tail. "Niwen's going to be fine when we leave."

"Yeah," She cooed, "You're right. Everything's going to be just fine."

And it would be. Soon, when his strength had returned to him, they would make the return trip to Nibel. For now Ori was content to lay in the hammock with Ku, watching the leaves drift lazily past and listening to the Moki play.

"Ku! Ori!" Naru called up to them, "The soup is ready!"

His stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, and the two siblings shared a laugh. Ori let go to push himself up, while Ku tucked her wings low, gesturing towards her back with her head.

"Come on," She said, "Before Gumo and Opher eat it all."

Ori laughed. Pulling himself onto her back, he took firm handfuls of feathers into his paws. She spread her wings, and with Ori safely holding on, Ku took off into the early morning sky.

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newsnigeria · 1 year

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Must See: The story of Orí, the Bodiless Head.

“Iya Oyo!” I hailed. “Baba Oyo told me this story about Orí, and it doesn’t make any sense to me whatsoever.” “What story?” she asked. “Is it from his Bible? There are lots of incredulous stories in that book of his.” “No, it’s not from grandpa’s Bible,” I assured her. “He said it’s a story his mother told him.” “Beautiful woman, his mother was,” Iya Oyo said. “Tall, slim, and light like the milk-Fulani living on the other side of town. Between the two of us, she probably was one of them raised in an Oyo family. Such things were not uncommon when I was young. All the Alaafin (kings of Oyo), married from the milk Fulani and gave them land to settle in Oyo. They have no land of their own. They are peace-loving and humble people. How did Olodumare create a people and not provide them with the land? Anyway, what fable has your grandpa been telling you about Orí?” Baba Oyo entered, holding his Bible. He beamed with a smile. “I told him the story of Orí, the bodiless head. He was a forest dweller. Annually, he left the forest and visited the market to buy essential items.” “This was where it no longer made sense to me,” I jumped in. “First, he was a bodiless head. I have never seen such a person. Second, Baba Oyo says when Ori visited the market, Ori would go from one forest gnome to another to borrow human parts. An arm from one fellow, a leg from another, and he would carefully find the best body parts to wear with his head. And by the time he was done, he could look flawless, and saunter through the market as the most handsome gentleman for miles around. All the women admired him openly, but since he didn’t make any advances to women, he remained single. How is that possible!”

The story of Orí Iya Oyo smiled. “Everybody knows that story,” she said. “One day Ori went to the market looking handsome enough to eat raw. He went to the stall of a beautiful woman to get some vegetables. When she saw him, she was stunned. She had never seen any man so attractive. She told Ori, “I love you, gentleman, and wherever you are going, I’m following you. I will be your wife and there is nothing that can stop me.” To cut a long story short, the market woman told her that she was making a mistake. This was a total stranger who spoke to nobody, they warned her. Nobody knew where he was from. Her mother begged her to reconsider her decision. But she refused. “I’m madly in love with him," she told her parents. "Nobody can change my mind.” She abandoned her vegetable stall and followed the man as he walked out of town. After they had walked for a long time, they entered the forest, and to her astonishment, Ori went from one gnome to another, retuning the body parts that he borrowed from them. The last things he returned were the legs. He became a bodiless head again. The young woman was devastated. She wanted to return to the city, but Ori wouldn’t let her go because she knew his secret. “All these things make no sense to me,” I concluded. Baba Oyo explained, “It’s a story meant to teach people a lesson. The lesson here is to listen to the wisdom of others, especially your parents’ counsel. Had she listened, she would not have followed him to the forest.” Iya Oyo said, “There are other lessons. You may marry whomsoever you please, or do whatever you like, as long as you are prepared to pay the price.” “That is instructive,” I commented. Iya Oyo continued: “Beyond all this is the most important lesson: that we are all Ori, the bodiless head. All our bodily parts are on loan to us. One day, when the time comes for us to return home, we must return these parts to the owner, Olodumare. We live on borrowed time, and it is not limitless.” In a couple of hours, we will return the year 2022 to our maker, and borrow 2023 to begin another year. May the coming year be fruitful. At the end of 2023, when we return the spent year, we will rejoice and be counted among those privileged to receive the loan of 2024. See less Read the full article

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lilxberry · 3 years

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Hardly Burglar Material - Bilbo Baggins

Requested by: @donniethescienceguy

Helloooooooo! Can I have a Bilbo x hobbit wife reader where after Thorin insults him (in the beginning when he arrives) she defends him and Thorins like: are you sure it’s the male Baggins we want?

I mean, I still did as what was requested but man, did I not know where tf this was going lmao

I followed quite a bit of the manuscript of the film, the only alteration is when reader confronts Thorin

Warnings: Nothing really. Asshole Thorin. Terrible writing lmao.

Words: 1,796

Pairings: Bilbo Baggins x Reader (female reader) (wife!reader)

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You hadn’t expected your quiet evening meal with your husband to be interrupted but when a dwarf, a big, burly, tattooed, balding, towering one at that knocks your door, there certainly isn’t much you can do.

After the dwarf, who introduced himself as Dwalin, had entered your home and devoured your husbands fish dinner, to which you offered Bilbo your own meal, more and more knocks sounded at the door, each one miffing your husband further and further until he had finally had enough.

“There’s nobody home!” he shouted as another sound came from the front door, arms holding up the abundance of weapons the two brothers’, Fíli and Kíli, loaded on to him.

You felt terrible, watching as your husband becomes frustrated, not knowing what to do other than spectate in concern.

He tossed the items down out of his arms as he stormed towards the door, shouting at whoever was on the other side. “Go away and bother somebody else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is.”

Bilbo closes in on the door. “I-I-If this is some plotheads idea of a joke,” he laughed in disbelief before grasping the door handle in his hand. “I can only say, it is in very poor taste.”

With that, he pulled the door open and in comes tumbling through the doorway a cluster of dwarves, all grumbling and whining at the other to get off of them. Bilbo and yourself, who stood a few steps behind, looked down at the mess of moving bodies on the floor before his feet, dumbfounded expressions on both of your faces.

Movement behind the pile up caught both yours and Bilbos’ attention, and once the tall figure bent down ever so slightly to reveal himself, your face twisted into that of utter confusion as your husband sighs in exasperation.

“Gandalf.”

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Although you were concerned for your husband, you couldn’t help but find the whole situation quite amusing. You found some of the dwarven folk that had invaded your shared home to be quite a fun, entertaining bunch.

Of course, you were concerned about the possessions within your home, hoping that the dwarves leave your home relatively untouched and that your husband wouldn’t have some sort of mental breakdown.

Your uninvited guests had pillaged the pantry of its food. The race of dwarves certainly did have quite an appetite. Even Gandalf had nibbled on quite a bit of food.

The rowdiness of the dwarves had calmed slightly, if only for moment when they downed whatever drink they had. Even the ridiculous and frankly disgusting belching afterwards was calmer than their initial arrival.

Yet that was quickly replaced with plates, platers, knives, forks, and spoons were tossed from one dwarf to another as they sang a merry tune. Bilbo was quick with demanding caution and for things to be put down. Even you were slightly worried for your kitchen utensils.

The dwarves released hearty laughter when you and Bilbo peered into the kitchen and had seen that everything was clean and stacked, Gandalf chuckling along with them as both you and Bilbo simultaneously release sighs of relief.

Then, the atmosphere became tense as three, loud knocks sound at your front door for a final time that night.

The laughter died out instantly and Gandalf spoke quite ominously. “He’s here.”

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You couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly was unsettled you so much when it came to the dark-haired dwarf who sat at the head of the table. Maybe his stature. Possibly his stoic expression.

Most likely the look behind his eyes.

Well, you certainly didn’t like him all that much whenever he addressed your husband.

Most of the conversation between the dwarves and Gandalf became muffled when reaching your ears, certainly seeing no point in listening in on their talk. The second your husbands voice rang out through the room though had piqued your interest and your attention was brought to the conversation.

They spoke of The Lonely Mountain, the dragon Smaug, how they were on a quest to reclaim their home. Gandalf had produced not only a map of some forts but a key, a key the dwarves seemed to become quite excited about.

You also happened to admire the young dwarfs’ courage. Ori.

Then, the topic of a burglar arrived.

“That’s why we need a burglar,” Ori spoke.

“Hmm, and a good one too. An expert I’d imagine.” Bilbo moves back from peering down at the map, holding on to his suspenders.

“And are you?”

Bilbo glances around to behind him before looking towards the dwarves once more. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert!” Oin spoke cheerily. Of course, the dwarf with the horn to aid his hearing would say as such.

“Me? No, no, no, no, no,” your husband started, eyes darting to each dwarf, hoping his point would get across. “I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

You nodded your head in agreement. As much as you love your husband, he is quite the stickler for following rules.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mister Baggins,” Balin was next to speak. “He’s hardly burglar material.”

You supressed a chuckle as Bilbo, although relieved that someone agreed, looked the tiniest bit offended.

The group of dwarves began to chatter and raise in volume, no words could actually be comprehended by yourself, it all a jumble of noises. Then Gandalf raised out of the seat slightly, his voice booming over the racket the dwarves created.

“ENOUGH! IF I SAY BILBO BAGGINS IS A BURGLAR,” he lowered his voice with each following word. “Then a burglar he is.” Bilbo looked as if he wanted to protest but no words left his mouth.

“Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet,” he continued. “In fact, they can pass by unseen by most if they chose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a Hobbit is all but unknown to them which gives us an distinct advantage.”

The whole discussion about your husband was unnerving for you. You disliked how your husband was talked of like a ploy in some silly game.

“This quest is no place for gentlefolk.” Thorins’ tone was as if the words left a vile taste in his mouth, clearly showing his disgust for your husband. “He probably wouldn’t last 5 miles away from his precious little home. Look at him, Gandalf! He isn’t made for such things, it’s as clear as day. His big feet and rounded belly would slow us down. Your little Hobbit would cry out for home within a day.”

Your blood boiled with each word he spoke, an anger rising in you which you desperately tried to keep down. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and your jaw was clenched tightly shut, but enough was enough.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY HUSBAND LIKE THAT?! NO LESS WHILST YOU ARE IN HIS HOME AND IN HIS PRESENCE!”

Your outburst caught the attention of every soul in the dining room around the table. Their eyes settled on your figure that stepped closer and closer to them up to the point where you stood glaring down at Thorin right beside his seat. Even Bilbos’ eyes were wide and looked almost ready to pop right out of their sockets.

“My husband may not be a fighter like you…you BRASS DWARVES! But he deserves no less respect. I will not stand for someone speaking down on my Bilbo in such a manner, even if they are some king,” you all but spat out.

Some of the dwarves looked offended that you spoke to their leader in such a way, others looked thoroughly shocked, surprised that a small thing as yourself had such a fire in you. Gandalf smirked as Bilbo looked like he genuinely feared for your safety. He had witnessed outbursts from you that scared him before, which were quite rare, you barely losing your temper, but for once, he was terrified of the consequences seeing as it wasn’t at him nor a fellow Hobbit.

But it was Thorins’ reaction that had you confused. He seemed…impressed?

Thorin turned towards Gandalf, a smirk of his own forming on his face. “Are you sure it was Mister Baggins you had wanted to join our quest?”

Gandalf chuckled and looked towards you and your husband, you now joined your side, who was silently scolding you with his eyes but nonetheless remaining the concerned, dotting husband. “I was certain on Mister Baggins being the 14th member of your company, but I would highly recommend you take a 15th as I believe Misses Baggins certainly has something of her own to bring to the quest.”

“They both have a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including themselves. You must trust me on this,” Gandalf finished.

Thorin looked at Gandalf and Gandalf at he for a moment, Thorin evidently mulling it over within his head before finally, he spoke. “Very well. We’ll do it your way. Give them the contract.”

Both yourself and Bilbo began to protest as Balin produced the document. He handed it over to Bilbo who unravelled the parchment and began to scan over the words, your eyes peering over his shoulder to read it for yourself.

As Bilbo and you busied yourselves with reading over the document, Thorin had leant over towards Gandalf to whisper within his ear. “I cannot guarantee their safety.”

“Understood,” Gandalf hummed in acknowledgement.

“You’ll be left responsible for their fate.”

“Agreed.”

Bilbo began to read aloud the text, brow furrowed out of concentration, your own face screwed up slightly, straining to peer at the words.

“Terms; cash on delivery up to but not exceeding 1 14th for total profit, if any. Seems fair, uhh-“

“Shouldn’t it be changed to 1 15th if I were to join?” you questioned aimlessly.

Bilbo nodded his head in agreement before continuing. “Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a government, thereof including but not limited to; lacerations. Evisceration?” He unfolds a piece further, reading before looking towards the group with a look of disbelief. “Incineration?!”

“Oh, aye. It’d melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye,” Bofur quipped with ease.

Many more ‘encouraging and reassuring’ words were spoken by Bofur, unnerving both yourself and Bilbo, though you hid it extremely well. The moment your husband passed out, was when Bofur seemed to finally relent.

“Oh dear.” You looked towards your husband laying on the floor unconscious with concern before turning towards the others with a worried expression.

Valar forbid you allow him to go with those dwarves and that conniving wizard alone.

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shiinata-library · 2 years

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Glasses [3/3]

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Relationships: Bilbo x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth - with glasses)

Content: Fluff, angst

Summary: Finding yourself in Middle-earth with a dwarves’ company is hard enough, so losing your glasses in a fight against the trolls is even worse! Lucky for you, Bilbo is here to help …

On AO3 - Version française

After the reconciliations and the return of your glasses, exploring Rivendell becomes much more enjoyable. The architecture of the buildings, interior or exterior, waterfalls, trees, everything exudes magic and elegance. Elrond’s library is incredibly large and full of books. You often meet Ori or Bilbo there. The rest of your time, you go exploring the surrounding gardens or forests.

One evening when the moon is bright and the night is mild, you walk near the waterfalls. The reflection of the stars on the water is so pure that you can hardly believe your own eyes.

“My dear (Y/N),” a voice behind you begins. “I was looking for you. Are you alone?” “Good evening Gandalf, Lord Elrond,” you answer by bowing. “Yes I’m alone. Why are you looking for me? A problem with the dwarves?” “No, not at all,” he says, bowing as much as Elrond did. “With Lord Elrond, we wanted to talk to you.”

Gandalf's voice and smile should reassure you, but something is worrying you and he doesn't take long to confirm it.

“You knew we were coming to Rivendell, didn't you? About the trolls, I even think you were suspecting something when I saw your gaze in front of the ruined house. In fact, I was waiting for Lord Elrond's advice before I told you about it.” “Don't need to lie to us,” Elrond says amiably as you were about to play the fool who understands nothing. “I feel something different about you. Something that is not from Middle-earth.”

With no alternative, you can only admit the truth. Lying would no longer help you. With a sigh, you nod to them.

“You’re right. I’m not from this world. But don't ask me how I got here and why! I don’t know. I’m useless and almost died five minutes after I lost my glasses …”

From their height, the elf and the wizard smile at you in front of your honesty. Are you just a hobbit or are you petite for a hobbit? Because they are really big! Anyway, now is not the time.

“You're going to have a hard time believing me but, um, I know everything's going to happen,” you admit, playing with your fingers. “To begin with, Lord Elrond, I imagine you've already guessed the quest to reclaim Erebor.”

Gandalf raises an eyebrow as he looks at Elrond. The elf tilts his head to affirm your words and urges you to continue.

“Smaug, Azog, the battle of─ Hm, I think I shouldn't tell you everything. Even though I know what's going to happen, it’s not me, a human turned into a hobbit, who can help them. I don't even know how to fight. I won't even survive the goblins’ pursuit …” “The goblins’ pursuit?” Gandalf asks, more to himself than to you. “Knowledge can be a powerful weapon, even in Middle-earth,” Elrond says. “Few people still have the gift of clairvoyance on our lands.” “This is not clairvoyance, Lord Elrond,” you sigh. “Well maybe somehow …” “What are you going to do then?” Gandalf asks. Do you want to go back home?” “Can you send me home?”

A noise of leaves in the distance interrupts you. Elrond seems to be looking in one direction while Gandalf turns his head in another. As you turn around, you see Bilbo walking hesitantly towards you. Did he hear it all? That you come from another world? That you were human? He will think you’re insane!

“Thorin, you can join us too,” Gandalf says then as your eyes widen more.

Thorin and Bilbo slowly join your group. The air is getting heavier, and the moonlight now seems too bright to you. Bilbo doesn't seem to be angry at you. He looks at you like he is waiting for something. As for Thorin, his eyes are nowhere near as gentle as Bilbo's. With his arms crossed over his chest, he looks at you contemptuously before turning to Gandalf.

“What she said is totally wrong. Azog was killed in Azanulbizar. I thought you were lost and had no memory.” “If I had told you the truth, you would never have believed me,” you say, raising your voice. “Azog is still alive. He wants you and your nephews dead, and he will do anything to make it happen. Even when you get rid of Smaug, you─”

Gandalf and Elrond are watching you silently. It's Bilbo who cuts you off in your excess voice by putting his hand on your arm. Your eyes then meet his and your throat tightens. Forgetting your discussion with Thorin, the guilt comes back to you and you feel Bilbo's hand squeeze your arm.

“Is that true?” he asks in a calm but trembling voice. “Azog? Yes, it’s true,” you say, trying to change the subject. “He will kill Durins' heirs if no one─” “No, he cuts seriously, shaking his head briefly. “I was talking about the other world. Are you going to go back there?”

Dodging his gaze, your eyes shift to Gandalf and Elrond. They still haven't answered your question, even though you suspect you won't be able to take you back home.

“You can stay here in Middle-earth,” Bilbo continues. “I'm sure I can find a place for you in the Shire. A good place. Yes, a large, clean and comfortable smial.” “You can stay here as long as you want,” Elrond says. “So there is no way I can get home?” “B-but you can't go!” Bilbo exclaims. “I promised to show you the Shire. I promised to give you a taste of my family's apple pie, and the Shire wines too! You wanted to visit Brie too, right? You─” “My dear Bilbo,” Gandalf cut off. “If she has the opportunity to go home and she wants to, you must let her choose. You don't want to go home too?” “But I don't want her to go!” he cries much louder than he thought.

Gandalf and Elrond couldn't help but smile, even Thorin couldn't help himself. The dwarf leaves without saying a word. Gandalf whispers “This is no longer our concern” and Elrond nods. They both go in the opposite direction of Thorin.

Even alone, Bilbo doesn't let go of your arm. His pressure starts to hurt and you put his hand on his. Realizing he is hurting you, he quickly removes his hand apologetically. His awkward and embarrassed attitude makes you smile, while he remains very serious.

“You can't go,” he continues, walking in a circle in front of you, looking at the ground. “Hm, no. No no no. The Shire is big. There is always a place for a hobbit. Yes, always!”

He continued for a long time before you let out a laugh. His footsteps suddenly stop and he looks up at you. He frowns and puts his hands on his hips seeing your anything but serious attitude to the mental torture he inflicts on himself to find a solution for you to stay.

“(Y/N), the situation is nothing funny,” he sighs. “But you're so cute. I can't help it!” “C-cute? I-I am a man, well a hobbit but I'm still a man!”

How not to crack? Especially when his face gets even more angry when you laugh again. A few steps are enough for you to be in front of him. Your hand reaches for his curly hair and gently strokes it before your fingers brush against his pointy ears. It's still strange to you that he's taller than you, but you could easily get used to it. His eyes follow the gestures you make. Your hand stops on his burning cheeks.

“Cat got your tongue, Mr. Baggins?” you joke, caressing his warm, soft cheek. “And your smile too?” “Y-yes. Uh, n-no! You shouldn't be that close. It's not, um, proper.” “Oh, I see,” you smile mischievously as you approach his face. “So without my glasses it's allowed, but now no. I'm sorry, Mr. Baggins, but I don't know the rules of hobbit propriety.”

With your face a few centimetres from his, Bilbo can't help but watch your lips as his tremble. Playing with his fingers, he jumps when you stroke his lips with the tip of your thumb. You have only one desire: to put your lips on his. But he looks so tense and almost scared that you are holding back. Maybe you got his feelings wrong or you are going too fast. You don't want to force him anyway. His cheeks are still so red despite the cooling air. You reluctantly let go of his face and take a step back.

“E-excuse me, Bilbo, I shouldn't have acted in such an improper way,” you say, forcing a smile. “It must be my human manners…”

You take a step back again, but this time Bilbo grabs your hands. Pulling on your hands, Bilbo draws you against him. His hands go around your waist and squeeze your back so that you are pressed against him. His head buries in your neck and his breathing gives you chills. You freeze for a little while without daring to move. Suddenly he says he doesn't want you to go, then you sound like an idiot wanting to kiss him! And now he hugs you! Since when are hobbits so complicated?!

You end up closing your arms around his back and resting your face on his neck. He still smells so good. You didn't even realize that your heart was beating much faster than usual. As your cheeks blush more and more, you feel Bilbo clearing his throat.

“I-I won’t be a respectable hobbit anymore when I return from this adventure,” he begins. “Not recommendable at all. And if I come back. But I want you to come with me to live in the Shire. I know it's, um, selfish but I don't want you to go home …”

A cool wind passes between you both but the warmth of his body keeps you warm. You are so happy to hear his words that you lose yours. Bilbo moves back a bit to look in your eyes and puts his hands on your hips.

“Um, do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? I don’t know if it's clear. Yes, it's not very clear but─” “You love me, and you want me to live with you,” you say, smiling as he hides his burning face with his hand. “If I understood correctly. And since I love you too, does that mean I can kiss you?” “Yes, of course, that means─ W-what? B-but─”

Bilbo doesn't have time to speak further. After removing his hand hiding his face, you finally put your lips on his. Finally! It was about time! They are as delicious as you thought. Soft and sweet, like a madeleine, or a moist apple cake. Anyway, you understood, right?

Once Bilbo realizes what is going on, he responds to your kiss and places a hand on your back to press you against him. Your heartbeat responds to the rhythm of his. Your hands grip his red coat to pull him even closer to you. You would like to deepen the kiss but you aren’t sure if the hobbit finds it suitable. To your surprise, Bilbo gets out his tongue to lick your lower lip. Your mouth opens slightly and Bilbo takes advantage of it immediately.

Your mind is lost in happiness. A moan escapes your mouth as Bilbo presses you against him again. Both surprised by the sound, you break the kiss and step back a bit. Bilbo looks at you worriedly until you burst out laughing. Seeing you are fine, he also laughs at the situation. An embarrassed, shy laugh but a laugh all the same. Finally a smile!

“I don't even remember the last time I saw you smile,” you say, putting your hand on his cheek.

Bilbo's eyes shine even brighter with the reflection of the stars. You observe him closely with a correct vision for quite a while before giving him a hug.

“Are you sure you want to take me to your home? Um, I mean, you’ll already come home from an adventure, so if you come home with a woman who comes out of nowhere, no one is going to want to talk to you in the whole Shire anymore. Even Lobelia,” you laugh as you remember when he told you about her. “Of course!” he replies, laughing and closing his arms around you. “I can't wait to see what look she'll make when she sees you.”

You don't know how long you spend in his arms. Even though he is a little hobbit in a world full of danger, you have never felt more secure than now. Maybe it's because you are in Rivendell too!

“When the quest is over, I promise to take you back to Bag End,” he says, stroking your hair. “You who know everything about the quest, will I come back alive? Um, what about all of my limbs? I mean─” “Do you believe me? Yet, I look insane with this story,” you laugh. “But yes, you’ll go back home but… Some won’t. That's why I have to convince Thorin and the others about Azog. When we are in Erebor─” “U-us?" he cries, pulling back. “(Y/N), you aren’t coming with us. You stay here.” “What?!” you say, stepping back so far that you couldn't see Bilbo without your glasses. “There is no way I will let anyone in this company die! I-I may not know how to fight but I …”

The more you talk, the more tears come to your eyes. Everything was fine and now Bilbo tells you that you will stay in Rivendell for the entire quest!

“I'm going to talk to Thorin!” you say before running to the dwarf's room without delay.

You run quietly through many corridors. You don't know what time it is, but the air has cooled significantly. Once in front of the bedroom that Lord Elrond assigned to Thorin, you knock on the door. Thorin opens the door and you enter without politeness. The dwarf is surprised by your rapidity and leaves the door open before turning to you.

“I'm coming with you,” you say resolutely, crossing your arms against your chest. “I'll accompany you to Erebor.” “It's out of the question,” he replies. “And get out of my room.” “No! Thorin, you must listen to me. Azog─” “Is dead. And for a long time. Now get out of my room, I still have things to do.” “Things to do?”

As you look around, the room is a mess and you notice a half-full bag on the bed. His travel bag.

“Are you leaving already? Tonight? Wait for me until I pack my bag and─” “You stay here.”

As you walk through the door, Thorin grabs your arm tightly and squeezes it. You wince in pain but say nothing. He sighs before running his hand over his face.

“The journey is too dangerous for you,” he says, looking down at you severely. “Even though you think you know about our quest, you stay in Rivendell.” “The journey is even more dangerous for you!” you say, trying to free yourself from his grip. “I must accompany you. Thorin, I know it's hard to believe but I can help you! Let me accompany you.” “We all agree that you stay here," a voice says from the corridor.

Bilbo ended up joining you. His red cheeks let you guess he ran as fast as possible to get here. Or maybe it's because he bends down, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. You try to calm down. Since they all agreed to abandon you here, you have no choice but to wait for the quest to finish in Rivendell. It's not like you can follow them without consent, they will abandon you again at the first opportunity. You might as well stay here ...

“But I don't want you to die…” you sigh, looking Thorin in the eye. “Neither you, nor Fíli, nor Kíli …” “We won’t die,” Thorin replies confidently as usual, letting go of your arm. “You are too arrogant! If you don't believe me, just promise me you'll never part with your nephews. Never. Please, Thorin.”

Thorin's blue eyes stare at you but he doesn't answer you. Why would he respond to a madwoman anyway? In other words, you will be useless until the end!

A warm hand takes yours and pulls you out of Thorin's room. After an exchange of glance between the dwarf and the hobbit, Bilbo pulls your hand again and leads you to your room.

You reluctantly open the door and enter your room. It's hot inside but that doesn't give you any special comfort. You will have to wait in this room for days and for months. It could have been worse. Wait for them in Bree for example ... Fortunately Elrond has a large library!

You let yourself fall on your bed as Bilbo closes the door behind him. He walks closer but remains standing as if he is waiting for an authorization.

“I trusted you,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “You all wanted to abandon me without letting me know...” “No no no! I was going to tell you. But there was Lord Elrond, Gandalf, the fact that you wanted to go home and─” “Always finding excuses, Mr. Baggins… Sit next to me,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting on the blanket. “S-sorry? No no, I will not sit on your bed!” “I promise you I won't do anything to you,” you smile when you see his embarrassment return. “Unless it's you trying to do something …”

The hobbit's blood rises to his pointy ears. They are so red you can see them through his hair. You can't help but laugh, especially when Bilbo stammers words you can't understand. He ends up sitting down quietly next to you.

If you have to stay here, you should at least let Bilbo know about the quest end without saying too much. The night goes by faster than you might think. A few rays of sunlight come through your room when you have finished telling several important points of the journey. Obviously, you didn't tell him about the goblins, the Ring, Gollum, or the Arkenstone. You don't want him to go home already. Azog and the dragon are clearly sufficient.

“Oh, um, the day is about to rise and I have held you back all night… You must be tired. Are you leaving soon?” “Um, I think we should have left several hours ago but I imagine they waited for me. Um, I hope so.”

With that revelation, you suddenly get up from bed. The mattress trembled and Bilbo almost fell backwards. What an idiot! They were supposed to leave during the council with Saruman and Galadriel! Taking Bilbo's hand, you force him to stand up and push him out of your room.

Bilbo laughs as he sees you suddenly panic; as if everything is going to change by rushing now. He smiles as you push him out of the room. As you open the door, you see Bofur and Bombur standing ready to knock.

“(Y/N)! Haven't you seen our hobbit?” Bofur asks. “We had to leave and─” “I'm here,” the concerned one intervenes, leaving the room. “Go ahead, I'll join you.”

Once outside the bedroom and all eyes are on him, Bilbo understands the situation he is in. Bofur and Bombur aren't the only ones in the corridor. Most of the dwarves are present. Fíli and Kíli laugh while others whisper to each other, smiles on their faces.

“Did you enjoy your last evening at Rivendell?” Dwalin asks. “It's not what you think!” you intervene even if they are all already laughing. “Hurry up, Mr. Baggins,” Thorin says with a smile despite his stern voice. “We have to leave before they know it.”

The dwarves gradually leave, waving goodbye to you. Bilbo begins to follow them but quickly retraces his steps. He captures your lips with passion. Knowing you won't see him again for a while, you deepen the kissing without waiting. When Bilbo breaks the kiss, your cheeks are all as red as his. You leave without a word but with a smile. You told him everything you had to say to him during the night.

The faint rays of the sun lighten his curls and the back of his coat as he walks away to join the company. “That's not what you think she said!” you hear among the laughter in the distance. You watch them turn toward a corridor after a corner, waiting to hear news from them, hoping they will be better than they should be.

…

Days, then months go by faster than you might think. Elrond’s library keeps you busy. There is something to suit all tastes. Over time, you make acquaintances among the elves and some of them take you outside from time to time when there is no danger.

When the snow has melted and the trees start to sprout, you start to worry. No news from Smaug, the battle, or even from Erebor arrived; and it wasn’t for want of asking Elrond!

Some days you lose hope and others when your motivation makes you walk for miles in the woods of Rivendell. And today, you end your walk as usual; near a waterfall. Sitting in the sunny grass with a falling sun, you watch the ripples of the river water, softly singing a song you used to sing in your world.

Spring is now well advanced and you don’t hear the footsteps of a hobbit walking towards you in the grass. You realise his presence only when he sits next to you and talks to you.

“I didn't know you liked to sing. You have a beautiful voice and─”

Of course, once you recognize Bilbo, you jump into his arms. He falls backwards, with you on top of him and him lying in the grass. You kiss him on the cheek, then on the forehead, then on the nose, then finally on his lips. They may be chapped but they are still so appetizing!

Bilbo lets you do what you want. He responds to your kiss and wraps his arms around your waist. You run your hand through his hair and then down his cheek to make sure it's him and he is safe.

“Take a room!” you hear behind you along with a quiet laugh.

The voice surprises you and you get back to your feet. You throw yourself into Kíli's arms as soon as your eyes fall on him. His shoulders shake so much he laughs. You move away a bit to observe him.

“K-Kíli! You are alive! And your brother? What about your uncle? What about Erebor? And─” “Everyone is alive,” he says, smiling. “Erebor is rebuilding.”

The relief makes you escape a long sigh. Kíli quickly tells you what happened but the ending remains the same. Durin's heirs have taken back their mountain and they are alive. Looking up behind the dwarf, you smile at the sight of the red-haired elf.

“And why are you here with a pretty elf instead of being in Erebor, my dear prince?” you ask in a mischievous voice. “We, um, I'm going to the Blue Mountains to bring the news from Erebor and help my mom to go back.” “And Tauriel would rather come with you than stay in Mirkwood,” you say, still smiling. “I understand her.” “D-do you know her name?” Kíli stammers. “I thought you'd believe me eventually, especially if everyone's alive,” you say with a sulkily face.

You introduce yourself to Tauriel and she does the same. After a long discussion, an elf comes to pick you up for dinner. The meal is better than usual now Bilbo is here and the quest is over. For once, Kíli doesn't throw anything across the room! Once finished, Kíli walks Tauriel back to her room and Bilbo does the same with you.

Bilbo tells you about the quest without saying anything about the Ring and Gollum. In front of your bedroom door, Bilbo continues to speak, smiling. You are glad the Durin’s made it out alive. He would be in a whole different mood if they hadn't come back from Ravenhill ...

“I want to go to Erebor now,” you say sulkily. “Without the dragon and with Thorin as king, I really want to see it!” “Oh no! No no no!” Bilbo says, losing his smile and making large movements. “I won’t go back there. Now, I want to find my armchair, my bookcase and my fireplace!” “Especially since they're selling all your furniture,” you sigh. “W-what?” he chokes. “Nothing, nothing. Calm down. We will quickly arrive at your home. Well, if you still want me to come with you. I'm still waiting for my apple pie! And the wines of the Shire!” “Of course I still want you to come …”

Finding his smile again, Bilbo looks at you with sparkling eyes. You smile back at him. Now he is before you, you realize that you missed him a lot. One step is enough to be in front of him. You kiss him softly on his lips before speaking again.

“Um, there is just one thing you had during the quest that I would like you to show me,” you ask embarrassed. “Is that so? Hm, what do you want to see?” he answers anxiously.

You stay silent for a moment to see his reaction. You are curious to see if he would be able to show you the Ring; even if that's not what you're talking about. Bilbo wiggles his nose and licks his lips in concern. Not letting him worry any longer, you smile and approach his ear.

“I'm talking about Mithril's coat. I hope Thorin still gave it to you! But you’ll show it to me in Bag End!”

His shoulders relax and the smile returns to his lips. He nods and laughs nervously.

“We'll be leaving tomorrow after breakfast,” he says softly, stroking your cheek. “Alright, but after the first or second breakfast?” you say seriously. “I have no doubt that you will get used to the Shire,” he says, smiling even more.

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