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kitcat22 · 23 days

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Consumed with thoughts on Earendil, Elwing and their relationship with their sons and grandchildren.

Like… you lose your children. At first you think they are dead, that they have been murdered in cold blood, slaughtered by monsters like so many innocent children before them. You agonise over it, imagining there last moments, if they knew what was happening, how scared they were, if they thought nanna and ada would save them. You grieve and you mourn, you rage at the injustice and rally against it, you tear down one of the evils that loomed of your children their entire life and wish you could take vengeance on the other.

You think that if your children do meet the fate of elves and you pray that they do, you will see them reborn into a world that is safe for them, devoid of hunger and fear and lurking monsters.

But then your children are alive. They survived. They lived as prisoners, hostages and if rumours are to be believed as the adoptive sons of their captors. All this time you thought they were dead not knowing they were waiting on you to rescue them. You did not know that the monsters had kept them and you do not know what the monsters did to them while they had them.

When you learnt this it felt like the world had stopped that you have been left to hold your breath in anticipation for what is to come. You wait by the docks and you listen to the rumours and messengers that pass through them. You fill your tower with all of the things you knew they loved. You paint their walls with murals and make sure their beds are always prepared. In the end though, the seats you prepared for them at your dinner table remain empty for millennia. That is how long it takes for your child to return to you.

Child singular because though both of your children managed to make it through the horrors that formed their lives, only one chose to continue surviving. The news of this hurts, hurts so deeply you think it might never stop hurting. You have felt this pain before but it has not dulled since then, perhaps it has worsened.Once you had a child that you knew like the back of your hand, then he became an adult that you didn’t know, and the he became nothing but memory and history books. You will never get to relearn him personally, that chance is beyond you now by your child’s own choosing. You wonder if he thought of you when he made that choice, whether he knew how much it would hurt. Still, he made the decision he thought best for himself and for that you are proud even in your pain.

The child that returns to you, that beautiful precious child that you could not protect, returns to you as an adult. Like with his brother you missed every moment of his life. You missed his first love, his coming of age, his marriage, the birth of his children. He comes to you almost a stranger.

You can still see who you knew him to be, you see the curiosity of a child that liked to stick his head in books and ask a thousand questions and you see the kindness and empathy of a little boy who wept endlessly at broken winged birds, taking them in his small hands and singing sweet little tunes until they were healed. Now though he seems to be broken winged bird in his own right. The years and all of their burdens have weighed heavy on him, his face may be ever youthful but his fea seems ancient and most of his early time in Aman is spent resting and recovering. He does not know you either, he is unfamiliar with you and though sociable and friendly he seems just as lost as you.

He comes without his daughter. It is a strange thought on its own for your baby to have hits own baby but to know that his own child has been lost to him and you is a pain all too familiar. Here is another granddaughter you will never know to go with all of your dead son’s long dead children. Your grandsons do at least come home eventually but it makes your heart twist uncontrollably to look at them, to see two identical faces and not want to weep for what you have lost.

It does get better eventually. Your son heals, the weight on his shoulders lightens and he walks and dances and sings in merriment once more. You memorise his favourite foods and when you cook them for him and he receives these meals with fondness in his eyes. He tells you of his life, all of the awful parts but all of the good parts too and by the end you think you know him again. You no longer flinch when you look at your grandsons and they are no longer so uncomfortable around you. When you tell your own memories they mock your age but listen wide eyed. Your dinner table is occupied and noisy for the first time in its existence. You sit on the golden beaches outside your home watching your son throw his own sons around in the ocean while they all laugh endlessly and the world seems to be colourful again. You think this must be what it is to be content.

#silmarillion #silm #the silm #the silmarillion #silm writing #earendil #elwing #elros tar minyatur #elros #elrond #elrond peredhel #arwen undomiel #arwen #elrohir #elladen

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thewulf · 4 months

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Can you do a Aragorn x Female Reader where she’s from earth not middle earth? Like the modern reader in middle earth trope? Reader dies in an accident of some sort and wakes up in a field in Rivendell. It’s right before everyone is gathering for the Council of Elrond. Maybe reader is found by Elladen and/or Elrohir who immediately take you to Elrond after you’re asking for weird earth things (like your phone or where you’re from?). You kind of freak out when you realize that he and his sons actually are elves, and you are not on earth anymore. He summons Gandalf who is equally as shocked as Elrond and the twins. Reader has vague remembrance of the story but is kind of useless as her earth memories are fading quick. After her conversation she realizes she’s trapped and useless so who knows what her fate would be. She spends a lot of time in the garden as her memories of her family and friends fade. Aragorn stumbles upon this girl crying in the garden one night and has to ask if she’s alright. The two bonds over their shared sadness (maybe Arwen sailed away instead of stayed?). Reader gives him the hope that Arwen was meant to in the short two weeks they were in Rivendell. Super fluffy and you can end it how you want! ty!

Ouhhh I like this one! I've always loved reader the modern reader in middle earth stories and this is a fun take on it! Kinda sad but can be made really sweet! Thank you for the amazing requests as always :)

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frostdeerisgaming · 7 years

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Elaaden (gotta show the sweet armor i finally crafted because i refused to change from the white AI one during the main game. yep.)

#fd mass effect andromeda #elladen #ME: Andromeda #elaaden

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essenceofarda · 6 years

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Long time fan of your elrond and celebrian! Love them to bits! Please draw Elladan and Elrohir - modern or traditional!

Thanks so much you two for this request!

Info Post about Sketch Requests

#Elladan #Elrohir #Lotr #Lord of the rings #Lotr fanart #lotr art #My art #:D I messed up the proportions of their hands but *shrugs*#it's pretty close to how I imagine them #I'll try to find the picture of the model I based their look on #but it was years ago that I saw those photos and I can't for the life of me find it D:#it was one of those moments where you see someone and you're like #*finger snapping* that's so-and-so's face cast hands down #tyasante #belekoroz #the hair might change I'm not sure what style I want them to have #Also I used to read fics with Elladen and Elrohir as the main characters alll the time when I was a teenager :)#So a lot of my headcanons about them kind of come from fanfiction haha

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

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‘Gods this one again,’ Gimli huffs as he camps out near Gríma. ‘Aragorn has five songs he tends to cycle through. This one has been on repeat since Boromir left.’

Legolas hollers from the other side of the boat, ‘Pick a new song, Aragorn.’ Elrohir and Elladen laugh in response. Gríma twists about to catch Aragorn shooting Legolas a wounded look.

But, the ranger does pick a new song. Though, it is equally mournful and about another pair of doomed lovers.

‘Cheerful,’ Gríma says.

Aragorn exists to be roasted by this crew, I swear. Poor man.

#lotr #cycles of song #aragorn #lord of the rings #writing #grima wormtongue

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yegarts · 5 years

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2018 Cultural Diversity in the Arts and Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund Award Recipients

On Monday, February 11, 2019 the Edmonton Arts Council (EAC) announced the recipients of the 2018 Cultural Diversity in the Arts project grants and 2018 Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund awards at the annual Winter Social.

From the EAC Board of Directors, Pat Darbasie hosted the evening while Councillor Scott McKeen presented greetings on behalf of the City of Edmonton and announced the recipients of the Cultural Diversity in the Arts grants. Noel Xavier of the Edmonton Community Foundation announced the recipients of the Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund awards and introduced a new award seal, designed by Vikki Wiercinski, for EATF award recipients. 2017 Cultural Diversity in the Arts recipient Cheyenne Rae performed as Miss Rae and the Midnight Ramblers, and short films of the recipients by Cineflair Productions were screened.

We are looking forward to seeing what these talented artists continue to achieve in the Edmonton arts community! Click here for more information on applying to the 2019 Cultural Diversity in the Arts or 2019 Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund programs.

Photo by Shirley Tse

Recipients of the 2018 Cultural Diversity in the Arts project grants:

Adam Bentley is a filmmaker and screenwriter who will develop his screenplay For Rose, a feature film about a Holocaust story with an Edmonton connection.

Adnan Elladen is a visual artist developing an exhibit comprised of installation pieces that combines architecture, automotive, and engineering designs.

Chris Chang-Yen Phillips is writing and illustrating a graphic novel about evolution.

Elsa Robinson is creating an interactive, mixed-media art installation that will explore the idea of cultural inheritance and knowledge.

Heather Hatch is a filmmaker creating a short documentary and animated film about her relatives in Haida Gwaii.

Hunter Cardinal wrote and performed the play Lake of the Strangers, based on a Cree story.

Ibrahim Cin, together with Beth Wishart MacKenzie, is creating a short film, The Final Exam, based on an experience in Turkey.

Kaleb Belcourt is a musician creating a seven-song EP that will combine jazz, electronic, and Indigenous elements.

Kathryn Gwun-Yeen Lennon is writing a book of poetry in English and Chinese, and illustrating the poetry with block prints.

Lana Whiskeyjack is a visual artist creating a series of oil paintings called “wawihisiyhiho,” or “present your best self.”

Liz Pomeroy is a musician, performing as 0Stella, creating an EP with songs that blend alt-rock and Irish traditional music.

Maryam Zarei is a filmmaker who created a short film, Mag-Ralen, that will have its premiere at Berlinale 2019, the Berlin International Film Festival.

Mehdi Rezania is recording an album of gushes, melodic units in Iranian traditional music.

Mohamed Ali is developing a comedy performance about his experience as a refugee for the Edmonton International Fringe Festival.

Morteza Abedinifard is a musician creating an album of polyphonic compositions based on Persian classical music.

Yang Lim is curating a visual art exhibition about Asian identities in Canada, comprised of artwork from eight artists.

Photo by Shirley Tse

Recipients of the 2018 Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund awards:

Allison Tunis is a contemporary visual artist and is currently the Artist in Residence for Harcourt House Artist-Run Centre, where she is developing mixed-media paintings for an interactive installation that will deconstruct the language around “fat” bodies.

Andrea House is a singer-songwriter that blends folk, jazz, pop, and R and B, and is working on a number of collaborations, a new album, and song writing.

Anna Marie Sewell was Edmonton’s fourth Poet Laureate and is the co-creator of Reconciling Edmonton, a multi-media installation that honours the seven generations since the signing of Treaty 6.

Karimah is a singer and songwriter who collaborates with other artists to create immersive, multi-disciplinary performances that address mental health, abuse, and human rights.

Chris Szott is a foley artist who creates and re-produces sounds for movies, television shows, and live theatre. Szott received an Edmonton Music Award in 2014.

Dana Wylie is a singer-songwriter and musician who has been performing for over 20 year and is exploring music-theatre hybrid performances.

Darrin Hagen is a writer and playwright whose work addresses justice and equality for the LGBTQ community. Hagen was Edmonton Public Library’s Writer-in-Residence in 2018.

Nisha Patel is a spoken-word poet working on her debut book of poetry. Nisha was Artist-in-Residence at The Nook Café in 2018 and is the Producer of Edmonton Poetry Festival.

Sebastian Barrera is a multi-disciplinary artist who runs CreArt Edmonton, a group that provides free art activities, mentorship, and programming to communities in Edmonton.

Yong Fei Guan is a visual artist and illustrator who explores multi-cultural identity, politics and their relationship to the environment in her work.

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 7 years

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Unadulterated Crack Part 5

pairings: Thorin Oakenshield X reader

warnings: fluff?

word count: 3,959

Author’s note: dedicated to @savvythedork here is something to help you recover from your surgery!

--- Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3 --- Part 4 --- Part 5 --- Part 6 --- Part 7 --- Part 8 ---

based off imagine and imagine

As the Elvish warriors circled the company, Thorin grabbed you and pulled you behind him in a protective manner. You dramatically rolled your eyes, and patted him on the head, and said, “He means us no harm Schatz.”

When Elrond offered the Dwarves food, and they accepted, you tapped your temple at Thorin. You thought, ’Five gold coins says I can make Elrond choke on something.’

Thorin smirked, and mused, ’I’ll take that bet, just because I’d like to see that.’

Thorin and your rooms were next to each other, in fact your bathrooms had those open windows, that would allow you two to speak to each other. The two of you agreed to take a bath before having a nap before bed. Unlike Thorin, there were she-elves waiting on you which made you very uncomfortable, because they were in the bath with you, physically touching your naked body. As the she elf, who said her name was Silima, touched your still dry hair and exclaimed,“Your hair is soft!”

Caunwen, who was washing your arm, said, “Let me see.” Touching your hair. She went silent, you sensed something was going to happen. The other five She-Elves in the room touched your hair as well. They looked at each other in silence for a minute before going back to what they were doing. You mentally reached out to Thorin, who grumbled, ’I was wondering when you were going to open up to me. I was starting to give up hope.’

You asked, ’These lady Elves are making me uncomfortable.’

He snorted, ’They wanted to bathe me too, but I told them to get away from me.’`

’They seem to really like my hair, should I be concerned?’ you mumbled.

He sighed, ’Maybe, you never know with Elves.’

You looked at the Elf called, Miriel, and said, “um, can I bathe myself?”

They were reluctant to leave, but after firmly stating you wanted to be alone they left. Once they were gone you said, ’They’re gone, I am certainly not used to people insisting on bathing me.’

Thorin shrugged, ’I was raised in Erebor as their prince, so I am used to it. I am also not afraid to tell them to, as you say, ‘Fuck off’’.’

You grumbled, ’I often forget you were a prince, I am not used to that either.’

’Why are you not accustomed to me being a prince?’ He inquired.

‘My country doesn’t have royalty at all, so that is why I don’t really acknowledge titles like, Prince, King, Queen, Lord, or things like that. I usually ignore those titles, and treat them like I would anyone else because I don’t really know how I should act around them. I have some idea of how I should, but I refuse to kiss someone’s ass like that. I’ll be polite, but I’m not going to restrain myself just because someone thinks they’re above me.’ You explained.

’Then who runs your country?’ he asked.

’We, the people elect officials to represent us, and they vote on it.’ You sighed relaxing in the warm water.

After the bath and the nap, the Elves returned with a dress, and insisted you where it. You refused to wear it since it had a corset, and was a color you despised. They insisted you wear a dress to dine with 'Lord’ Elrond. You instead summoned a dress that you liked, and compromised to wear it instead. You curled your hair, and put on a matching jewelry set of diamonds and sapphires set in white gold. When you met up with Thorin he gawked, and stammered, “Why are you w -wearing that?“

You shrugged, "Those Elves were downright insistent I wear a dress, and the one they brought me was not to my liking. So I compromised to wear a dress as long as it was one of mine.”

He muttered, “You look lovely."

You chuckled, "Thank you, I feel very flattered. Now, we need to meet up with the others, do we not?” hooking your arm in his, and snuggly pressing your side against his. He merely nodded his head and led you to where the company waited. When they set eyes on you, jaws dropped, and some gasped audibly. You raised your eyebrow and inquired, “Something wrong?"

Gloin was the first to speak, he said, "You look like a goddess (Y/N).”

You smiled and laughed, “Thank you.” nodding appreciatively.

During the dinner with Elrond you sat beside Thorin, and waited for the perfect time to win the bet with Thorin. As Elrond lifted his goblet to his lips you said, “So Elrond, how is Aragon?” Not only did the elf lord choke, he did a spit take. You grinned in Thorin’s direction, as Elrond coughed into a napkin. When he was able to speak, he rasped, “How do you know about him, let alone his true name?”

Gandalf sighed, “She’s from another world, she knows just about everything that is going on in this one. You get used to it after a while."

Elrond frowned and said, "We call him Estel, and he is fine, happy and curious as any child should be."

Thorin thought, ’Who is Aragorn?’ ’

Isildur’s heir, although he doesn’t know it yet.’ you replied, 'Shall we exchange the gold now, or later?’ smugly. He rolled his eyes in response. After dinner Elrond hunted you down and asked you if you would like to meet Estel. You told him you were very tired, but tomorrow you would indeed like to meet him.

The next morning you woke up to find Thorin sitting beside you on your bed, leaning against the headboard. He was biting his thumb nail which he only did when he was angry. You groggily looked up at him and grumbled, "Good morning…Not that I mind, but why are you in here might I ask?"

He growled, "I caught those blasted She-Elves conspiring to cut off some of your hair in your sleep.”

“Ah, well thank you for guarding my hair from thieves Thorin.” You yawned, and rested your head on his lap. He looked down at you, and smiled softly as he said, “Well without that long hair of yours I wouldn’t have anywhere to put a courting braid when the time comes.” combing his thick fingers through your hair. “Indeed, that would be a~” You chuckled, when your stomach decided to interrupt you by growling loudly. You looked down at it and mumbled, “This is why we can’t have nice things."

Upon hearing this Thorin broke out laughing. His laugh was rich and boisterous, and loud, it was music to you. He said, "You better get dressed so we can go down to eat, I’ll be in the hall guarding the doors from thieves.” getting up, and leaving. You wore a dress again, because you had rather missed wearing dresses over the last couple of months.

After breakfast Thorin leaned over and said, “I have a task to do, do you think you’ll be fine on your own for a while?”

You nodded, he flashed you a brilliant smile that almost made you swoon, before getting up and leaving the table. Once he was gone, a young elf, who looked like a younger version of Elrond came up to you and said, “My father told me you wish to meet Estel, Lady (Y/N), and he has asked me to introduce you to him."

"Thank you very much, which one of his sons are you, Elladan or Elrohir?” you replied, standing up

. He smiled and answered, “I am Elrohir, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N)”

“The pleasure is all mine, and please call me (Y/N).” you stated. Elrohir led you to Elrond’s private family quarters, where you spotted a young boy running along the roof. Elrohir muttered, “He’s going to break his neck one of these days doing that.” in Elvish. He led you into the courtyard, and yelled, “Estel get down from there! You have a visitor!”

The boy poked his head over the edge and replied, “No!”

“Estel! I’m warning you! I will come up there if I have to!” Elrohir shouted. When the boy ignored him and disappeared from view, Elrohir sighed, “I will be right back, do not wander off please.” Then he scaled the building and disappeared from view as well.

A moment later an elf, who looked exactly like Elrohir showed up and asked, “What do we have here? A pretty young woman all by herself in my home?” reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder

“Touch me and I promise you will loose that arm, Elladen.” You warned.

You heard Elrohir yell, “She is one of Father’s guests, and she is here to see Estel!” from the rooftop. Which was shortly followed by Estel demanding to be released. Elrohir appeared with a squirming Estel over his shoulder, and be began to climb down from the roof. Once on solid ground Elrohir put Estel down and said, “(Y/N) has come a long way to see you, you will not deny her that.”

Estel looked at you and grumbled, “What did she come out here for, I’m just a dumb kid."

You said, "You are not just a dumb kid, you are Estel. There is no one else like you in the world. You have a bright future a head of you.” manifesting a stuffed horse and handing it to him.

As you were leaving Elladan and Elrohir asked to escort you back, and as you walked you talked with them. You and the twins ended up in the courtyard in the guest quarters joking about this and that. Little did you know Thorin lurked at the edge of the yard, holding two silver beads in his hand, with a grim look on his face.

During dinner you noticed Thorin blocking you out of his mind, and was avoiding you. He wouldn’t even look at you. After dinner you hunted him down, you caught him stomping down the hall. You called out, “Thorin! Wait up!” He ignored you and didn’t stop. You were starting to get annoyed, you ran to him and put your hand on his shoulder, and asked, “Thorin what is wrong?”

He knocked your hand off his shoulder, and sneered, “Nothing is wrong aren’t those Elves waiting for you?”

He was jealous of Elladan and Elrohir? You said, “Thorin what are you talking about?”

“Elrond’s sons, you seemed quiet chummy with them this afternoon. Laughing with them and letting them touch you.” Thorin spat.

You sighed, “Thorin, they left an hour after we spoke earlier today. You have no reason to be jealous of them, it is not them I want to be with Thorin. You are the one I want to be with, you stupid dwarf. If I wanted to love someone so hairless I would have a child of my own, not get with an elf. Why would you even think I would leave you so willy nilly?”

He mumbled, “I don’t know…You are a young, beautiful, smart, funny, and a wild young woman. And I…I am just an old, ugly, stupid, stern, and boring Dwarf. You need someone who can keep up with you, I am just too old to keep you happy for long."

You laughed, "You are none of those things Thorin.” kissing his nose.

Thorin frowned and asked, “What do you mean?”

You said, “You are ambitious and caring, and you might not be smart as I am, but you are still more clever than you give yourself credit for. You may not be book smart like me, but that can only get me so far in your world. You have skills that have real world applications, you can light a fire with just wood, and you can catch your own food, I can’t do any of that on my own. You are not old just yet Thorin, you have a lot more life experience in this world than I do. I need that, because I’m am young, and not from your world, I need someone to help guide me through the dangers of this world that are not present in my own. Also I am impulsive, I need someone stern to anchor me and be the voice of reason. You are also patient, I am not the easiest person to work with, not even people in my world like working with me. We balance each others out Thorin, you need someone to remind you to relax and have a good time, just as much as I need someone to keep me focused. I may have met people that are funnier than you, but I’m funny and charming enough for the both of us. And Thorin I’ve got news for you, you aren’t ugly, you’re actually very attractive, and anyone that says you are, is a racist jealous jack ass who isn’t worth the effort or energy to hate. Thorin, you are also not boring at all, you’re going on a quest to slay a dragon! A FREAKING DRAGON! You are also passionate, hardworking, focused, considerate, sweet, and so much more Thorin! If you still think you’re just some old stupid Dwarf, I’ve got news for you…You’re my old stupid Dwarf, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. I don’t tolerate other people talking about you like that, what the hell makes you think I’ll let you do it?”

He stared at you wide eyed, after a minute he mumbled, “I’m sorry I acted out.”

You pulled him into a hug and sighed, “Next time you feel threatened like you did, just don’t brood about it by yourself. Come over and tell me what is wrong, or something, so we can solve it together! Just don’t ignore me.”

He said, “I want to show you something,” slightly pulling away from you, but not letting you out of his arms. You smiled and nodded your head.

Thorin got lanterns from one of the elves, one for each of you, and he led you down a rocky out cropping. There was only like a foot and a half of walk way, and it was slippery and windy. The pitiful elvish paper lantern was ripped from your hands by the wind, which nearly blew you off the edge as well. Had you not been holding onto the rock wall to your right, you would have indeed fallen off. You cried, “Thorin! This might be a bad time to tell you this, but I’m terrified of heights!”

Being a solidly built dwarf, he was not in danger of being thrown off the edge by the gales of wind. He turned and shouted, “Where did your lantern go!”

You yelled, “It got blown away, and I almost did as well!”

He hollered, “Just grab on to me, I’ll guide you, and make sure you don’t fall!” You grabbed onto his shoulders, and he wrapped his free hand behind him and pressed you against his back.

When you reached the bottom of the cliff you saw that it was the bottom of one of the falls. You breathed, “it’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, but this is not what I wanted to show you, come on.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you behind the water fall. There was a cave, which made you nervous and reluctant to enter. You stopped walking, not wanting to go inside. Thorin stopped, looked back at you, and beckoned, “come on, we’re so close.” gently tugging and squeezing your hand.

You muttered, “I don’t know Thorin, caves make me a little bit nervous.” He assured, “It’s fine, I made sure it was stable, and not dangerous. I would not bring you to a dangerous place where I know you can get hurt. If it makes you nervous you can hold on to me.” You reluctantly allowed him to lead you into the cave. Only this time you hung onto his hand with both of yours and stuck to his side. The cave was damp, and slippery, and cold, and dark, The lantern barley lit anything up at all, you grumbled, “I can’t see very well in this light Thorin.” as he led you through the winding passages of the cave.

"I can see very well in this light, so don’t worry I will tell you if there is anything you should watch out for. Just trust me alright?“ Thorin said. You just grunted uncertainly in response. After about ten minutes Thorin asked, "Will you put this on?” pulling something out of his pocket. You could barely see it, but you think it was a scarf of some kind. You squinted and asked, “Why do you want me to put on a scarf?”

“I want you to wear it was a blindfold, just for like two or three minutes. I want this to be a surprise, please.” Thorin pleaded.

You groaned and took the scarf and tied it around your head over your eyes, and blindly groped for his hand to cling to. Instead he wrapped his arm around your hips and pulled you into his side.

When Thorin told you that you could remove the blindfold, you happily pulled it off and were greeted with the sight of a small moon lit crevasse willed with beautiful plants and trees. There was a small pond feed by a small water fall from the top of the crevasse. On a mossy spot by the pond, and under a tree there was a picnic blanket with a bright and sturdy lantern , and a basket. You looked over at him totally speechless, he bashfully mumbled, “I was planning to take you here for dinner, but I was being stupid as you know, but I thought we could at least eat the desert I prepared for us?”

You eagerly nodded your head, not trusting your voice not to squeal with delight. He led you over to the blanket and began to fish through the basket. He pulled out a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, plates, forks, and a small apple pie. Thorin muttered, “It’s been a while since I cooked anything myself, but I’ve never baked before. I had to have Bombur’s help, so you’ll have to forgive me if it’s not very good.”

You felt so happy that you felt you were going to explode, or cry. You started to feel the -familiar tingling sting in your nose that usually was followed by tears. You laughed, “I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” and sniffled a little bit.

Thorin looked up from his work, and asked, “What is wrong, why are you crying?”

You shook your head and said, “Nothing is wrong, this is perfect actually. I just wasn’t expecting it, and I’m just very happy.” wiping away the tears that were welling up in your eyes. You sighed, “You did all this planning, and I’m ruining it by crying.”

He chuckled, “If you are so happy by this small gesture, that you cry tears of joy, then I’ll take it that I did a good job.” slicing up the pie, and putting generous helpings on the two plates. He added, “Anyways I know that I do not exactly look like the romantic type, so no one would blame you for being shocked, let alone believe you if you told them that I did this. On top of that I can tell no has ever done this for you, so I thought that I ought to go all out.” As he poured the wine, then handed both the plate, and the glass to you. Thorin took the first bite of pie, he mumbled, “It’s not bad.” to himself.

You took your first bite, and chuckled, “For your first time baking it’s very good!”

After the both of you had had enough pie, you and Thorin leaned up against the tree, drinking the rest of the wine, and cuddling. Thorin was drinking more than you, his hand trembled slightly, and he was fidgeting nervously. After his seventh cup of wine, you put your hand on his, the one that held his glass. You purred, “Slow down, we have to climb up a rock face to get out of here, and doing it while intoxicated would be dangerous."

He horsely said, "Sorry, I am just nervous."

You leaned your head on his shoulder and asked, "About what?”

“Well now is a better time than any.” He sighed, pulling away from you and sat on his knees in front of you, his face was pink either from the wine, or his embarrassment. He took a deep breath in and said, “Can I braid your hair?” “Uh…Sure?” you replied with subtle uncertainty.

He clarified, “Allow me to rephrase, can I put a courting braid in your hair?” “OH! Of course!” You exclaimed.

Thorin visibly relaxed, scooted closer to you, and ran his fingers through your hair. He pulled most of it back and tied it with a ribbon. The sections he left hanging were in the same locations that his own braids were in. He spent a couple of minutes coaxing the hair to behave the way he wanted, and getting rid of a few split ends. Then he started to braid, and despite the size of his fingers, they nimbly and quickly braided the hair. When he was done he pulled out two silver beads and clipped them at the ends of the braids. He smiled at you, and asked, “Are they tight at all?”

You grinned as you shook your head, the braid swaying with your movement. He grinned back, and kissed one of them, and said, “Good.” You leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips, and he leaned his forehead against yours, he chuckled, “I must admit, you look twice as good with my braids in your hair.” You snorted, “Of course you would say that, ya’ weeb.”

"What? Can I not appreciate the fact that everyone will know you are with me, just by sight alone?“ He mused.

You snickered, "No, you can. It doesn’t make you and less of a nerd though. But that’s alright I kind of like it when you are dorky, it’s cute…Or should I say, A-dwarf-able!”

He rolled his eyes while grinning like a cat, he flopped down beside you, and pulled you into him by wrapping his arm around your waist. He grumbled, “It’s getting late, and these old bones are starting to hurt from the cold. When the wine wears off we should head back.”

You manifested a microfleece blanket, wrapped it around the two of you, and said, “Thank you Thorin."

"You’ll probably have to wait until we get to Erebor for more romantic gestures, we’ll be on the road and we probably won’t be able to stop now that we are hunted.” He said.

You yawned, “It’s fine, if you did stuff like this all of the time then they wouldn’t be so special anymore.” playing with his hand.

He hummed, “That’s true, that and it’d slow us down, and everyone would think I’ve gone crazy.”

“Or under some spell.” You chuckled, “So you’ll have plenty of time to plan and ponder what you’ll do next.”

He sighed, “True, that’s if we make it to Erebor."

"We will, have faith.” You mumbled.

"You don’t know that, (y/n).“ he grunted.

You said, "True, but when have I ever been wrong about this kind of thing?”

He huffed, “True, but as you have said, you are not omniscient.”

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Personally: Princess/Queen DoB: 6/28/97 Age: 19 Height: 4'5 Weight:102 Relationship: Married Hobbies: Playing dress up and/or gardening. Favorite color: Hot pink Nickname: My lady - Hello, my name is Queen Caroline Rosa II. I was named after my great grandmother, she was a great and talented Queen of Elladen. Elladen is a small country that has a large number of population. It's hidden on the East side of France, no one knows about it much. - I'm not Funeila's, I just like to live with her. I'm married to Halizo (ID: MAHBLL) he is my king, but he calls himself and god. Whatever makes him happy, makes me happy. - I was always "the happy child". Whatever my parents did I'd laugh. I guess I was a easy child to take of. I was never picky. I wasn't the only child, I have 3 sisters and 1 brothers. ~Caroline - - If you want to know more about her then message me or comment your questions. I would like to share.

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Гостевой дом «EllaDen» в Ольгинке

Приглашаем вас посетить наш гостевой дом «EllaDen», расположенный в поселке Ольгинка. Мы рады видеть Вас у себя в гостях, и доставить Вам комфортное и приятное проведение отдыха. Наш гостевой дом расположен в 15 минутах ходьбы до моря. У нас Вы можете в теплый летний день пожарить различные блюда на мангале и отдохнуть в комфортной беседке на свежем воздухе.

Номера

Гостевой дом «EllaDen» в Ольгинке В гостевом доме «ЭллаДен» имеются следующие категории номеров: 1. Двухместные номера 2. Трехместные номера 3. Двухкомнатные номера люкс (рассчитан на 4−5 человек). Для удобства наших гостей мы постарались установить максимально оптимальные цены по соотношению цена/удобства.

Цены

Уверены, что по соотношению цена/удобства/расстояние до моря мы предложили лучшие (честные) цены для Вас. В стоимость проживания входит: — номер с балконом — безлимитный интернет доступ Wi-Fi — автостоянка на территории гостевого дома (по предварительному бронированию места на парковке) — пользование на территории беседкой, мангалом, — пользование кухней, посудой и принадлежностями

Гостевой дом «EllaDen» в Ольгинке Дети до 3 лет без дополнительного места размещаются бесплатно. Детям от 3 до 6 лет скидка 50% от стоимости проживания взрослого. Дети с 7 лет включительно и старше размещаются по полной стоимости.Дополнительное место стоит 300 руб. в сутки.Расчетный час: заезд в 14:00 выезд в 12:00.

Порядок бронирования номеров

Бронирование номеров осуществляется по предварительной оплате в размере 30% от стоимости проживания путем перевода, перечисления на карту Сбербанка (через сбербанк онлайн или удобным для Вас способом). Предоплата возвращается: — в размере 100% при отмене бронирования не менее чем за 30 календарных дней, — в размере 50% - при отмене не менее чем за 15 календарных дней, — НЕ ВОЗВРАЩАЕТСЯ — при отмене за 14 календарных дней и менее.

Гостевой дом «EllaDen» в Ольгинке ВАЖНО! Возврат предоплаты осуществляется на ту же карту (реквизиты) с которой производилась предоплата за номер.РЕКВИЗИТЫ ДЛЯ ВНЕСЕНИЯ ПРЕДОПЛАТЫ: Получатель: Туапсинское отделение Сбербанка № 1805 Банк получателя: Юго-Западный банк Сбербанка РФ г. Ростов-на-Дону Корр.Счет: 30 101 810 600 000 000 602 Расч.Счет: 47 422 810 530 059 900 001 БИК: 046 015 602 ИНН: 7 707 083 893 Лицевой счет: 40 817 810 830 053 005 515 Номер карты 4276 8300 3432 4052

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Автостоянка: Бесплатно, Прачечная: за дополнительную оплатуМагазин на территории: Аптека, супермаркет, Место для отдыха: деревянная беседка, мангалИнтернет в номерах: WI-FI зона, Детская площадка: рядом с гостевым домомМангал, Встреча на ж/д вокзале: Встреча на ж/д вокзале у самого вагона и трансфер до гостиницы - 1000р. (1500р. - с 00:00 до 06:00)Встреча в аэропорту: 5000-6000 рублей.Организация экскурсий, Можно с детьми с 3 лет: Дети до 5 лет без дополнительного места, размещаются бесплатно.Кухня: Имеется кухня вне номера для самостоятельного приготовления пищи. Работаем зимой

Гостевой дом «EllaDen» в Ольгинке

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