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eglerieth · 6 months

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Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:

• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind

• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF

• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger

• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves

• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite

• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET

• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”

• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION

• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom

• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating

• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators

• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.

• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels

• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon

• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king

• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing

• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung

• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics

• spent 60 years writing said autobiography

• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read

• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too

• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression

• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors

• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone

• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will

• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves

• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be

• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor

• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor

Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.

#eglerieth #tolkien #lotr #silmarillion #lord of the rings #hobbits #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #bilbo

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baba-the-yagaa · 1 year

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oops my hand slipped. i love ttt

that one part where gandalf just shows up and the trio literally assumes he's saruman before someone is like. wait guys saruman doesn't wear a pointy hat. and that's the logic

als ttt is the two towers frickin awesome right up there with tmnt which i have not watched. reblog this

also ask me if you wanna join the art taglist because as you can tell i do not have one

#lotr #ttt #lord of the rings #the two towers #gandalf #legolas #gimli #aragorn #artists on tummblr #fanart #lotr fanart #gandalf fanart #legolas fanart #gimli fanart #aragorn fanart #lotr comic #lmao this is legolas and gimli shenanigans maxxed out

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jkottke · 7 days

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My current natural obsession is Mount Etna, a volcano in Sicily that blows perfect smoke rings like it’s frickin’ Gandalf or something.

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ao3feed-samfro · 12 days

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee #Samfro

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ticcitavvi · 2 months

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Not sure if this is the case cause I’m not super knowledgeable abt Tolkien and the history of middle earth but…

If Gandalf aged, slowly, over his time in middle earth then that is so frickin fascinating. I mean- the idea that just as middle earth was new, so was Gandalf and the other wizards- and more importantly, as the end of the age of elves and dwarves and hobbits comes to an end, so too does Gandalf’s youth

Does that make any sense?

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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years

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Very sexy birthday morning...slathering each other in sunscreen and lacing up our hiking boots.

The gigantic frickin' Gandalf stick Eli gave me last night makes a ton more sense now that we've hiked up to a waterfall and back down. My hip is not killing me yet, birthday miracle!

Staying in a cabin nearby (never done that either but have literally always wanted to), have showered and put dry clothes on, and am taking a breather before lunch. No idea where we're going but Eli's very excited about it so it must be a thing 😆

#birthday trip #hiking #waterfalls #cabin life #best birthday ever

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incorrect-lord-of-the-rings · 3 years

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giuls233 · 2 years

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Hey,

I just watched a video of a dad holding a towel over his face and his daughter was sitting on the counter. She was giggling because she thought it was funny, since her dad was being silly. Then, the dad moved the towel and revealed his clean shaven face, the baby was practically in a state of shock and a bit scared, since her dad had a beard. It's like his a complete stranger without his beard.(I wish I copied the link to show you, it was adorable and 🥺🥺).

After watching this I was like i that Ron obviously kept his beard for a very, very long time(making Hermione way to happy), so do you think that he would do this to little Rosie? I don't think she'd be very happy that a man with no beard, is trying to hug her, or especially try to kiss her mum. Not sure if anyone has made this into a fanfic but it seems like a cool plot.

What are your thoughts on a bearded or clean shaven Ron?(I think we all know Hermione's reaction to it)

(Also if your interested would you make a mini Ronnie art about this, that's only if you want or have time).

I hope you have a great morning and an even better day. Not sure if you drink coffee or not but if you do, you should try Colombian coffee. (If you don't then I just hope you don't drink blood, could you imagine being a vampire? 🤔 jk🧐 unless your hiding something from us. Maybe that's why you cant sleep at night??????)

I SAW THIS TIK TOK AND IT WAS SO CUTE, YOU’RE RIGHT!!!!

And Ron with a beard is a-okay with me👏👏💗

Sadly, I CANT DRAW BEARDS. Idk what it is, but I SUCK at them if they’re not like, Gandalf long.

And WOOOOOW, coming at me for not sleeping at night. Nice one anon. Real clever, ha ha.

I’m kidding!! I PROMISE!! ALL JOKES!!

But seriously, that really made me laugh😂 And not to raise suspicion, but I am actually pretty pale too, so maybe I am a vampire but just haven’t reached that part of my character arch yet.

And I do drink coffee (…maybe a tad too much), and I don’t think I’ve had Colombian coffee before, but I will totally try it soon!!

Speaking of, I’ve recently found out that my friends don’t make coffee the same way I do and I had no idea that apparently, Canadians make coffee without a kettle thingy.

My family is from Italy, so we use a caffettiera, but when my friends saw it they said: “what is that” and I was like: “no frickin way…”

This thing right here^

Ya learn something every day🤷‍♀️

Anyway, here’s mini Ronnie and Rosie:

Someone also asked my to draw Ron with a beard, so here’s a bonus!!:

I TRIED, OKAY!!

He’s just chilling at work^

#harry potter #ron weasley #Rose granger weasley #romione #mini Ronnie #mini monday #i modeled for this😗✌️^#my art

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randomlotrthoughts · 3 years

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A note to all you lotr/hobbit fanfic writers

1) ELVES DON’T JUST GO AROUND DRINKING FUCKING MIRUVOR LIKE THEY WOULD DRINK WINE.

2) LEGOLAS IS A FUCKING VEGAN SO STOP TALKING ABT HIM EATING MEAT IT WOULD BE AN OFFENSE TO HIS SYSTEM AND BELIEFS

3) LEMBAS BREAD IS NOT USED AS A DANG SIDE WHEN EATING ANY NORMAL MEAL UNLESS THEY’RE TRAVELING

4) LEGOLAS ISN’T A BLABBER.

5) EOWYN STOPPED FIGHTING AFTER SHE MARRIED FARAMIR. SHE WASN’T GOING AROUND ON MISSIONS BC SHE ‘REFUSED TO BE LEFT BEHIND’

6) ARAGORN IS NOT GAY FOR LEGOLAS. VICE VERSA SAM IS NOT GAY FOR FRODO. VICE VERSA THE LIST GOES ON

7) PEOPLE DIDN’T GO AROUND WITH MITHRIL IN THEIR HAIR, CLOTHES, ROOMS, BLAH BLAH BLAH. IT WAS EXPENSIVE AND VALUABLE AS HELL AND TRUST ME IT WAS RARE. FRODO IS OUR ONLY EXCEPTION

8) GANDALF DOES NOT SAY ‘FOOL OF A _____’ TO JUST ANYONE. ITS FOR FRICKIN PIPPIN BC HES AN IDIOT NO OFFENCE PIPPIN I LUV YA

9) LEGOLAS’ HAIR ISN’T WHITE BLONDE IT’S GOLDEN DESPITE THE WEIRD CHANGE IN THE HOBBIT

10) WHEN U R WRITING ‘MY FRIEND’ IN ELVISH ITS ‘MELLON NIN’ NOT ‘NIN MELLON’ NOW GET IT THE FRAC RIGHT THEY DON’T HAVE THE SAME FRIGGIN GRAMMAR AS ENGLISH PPL

11) NAME ONE TIME LEGOLAS CALLED ARAGORN ESTEL. ILL WAIT.

12) IM LIKE 99% SURE ARAGORN WOULD’VE STOPPED CALLING ELROND ADA (IF HE EVER DID) AFTER HE FELL IN LOVE WITHT THE DUDES FUCKIN DAUGHTER. THAT MIGHT HAVE POSED AN AWKARD SITUATION NOT TO MENTION ELROND WAS MAD ASF ABT IT

13) CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG BUT IM ALSO 99% SURE TOLKIEN NEVER SAID DWARF WOMEN HAD BEARDS

14) THRANDUIL’S A SHITTY DAD ACCORDING TO THE MOVIE SO FIGHT ME. I IN NO WAY TAKE PJ’S ADAPTION AS CANON THO UNLESS IT COMES FROM THE BOOK OFC SO YEA

15) TAURIEL WAS JUST A STUPID CRUSH. LEGGY GOT OVER HER REAL QUICK TRUST ME, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE HAD HIS BUDS GIMLI AND ARAGORN

That wasn’t meant to be a rant per se, or a hate post, but it’s to help u guys. bc it’s true.

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Thoughts from the last few chapters

A Knife in the Dark

Ah okay phew Fatty Bolger is fine. Scarred for life, maybe, but alive. That’s the important thing.

Butterburr is such a simple man and a good host that even the potential of any of his guests getting hurt, regardless of whether or not they actually were, makes him go >8-O

Aragorn: “We’re gonna be delayed for three hours :-|” The hobbits: “Well at least we get breakfast!”

Tolkien brings the WHOLE STORY to a SCREECHING HALT to assure us that the hobbits’ ponies made it back to Tom Bombadil who eventually sold them to Butterburr and they lived happy lives ever after and I’m not saying Tolkien was a horse girl but Tolkien was a horse girl

One thing we missed in the movies was that ALL OF BREE comes out to watch the hobbits and Aragorn leave and if that isn’t small-town energy then I don’t know what is

Did Tolkien ever visit the American Midwest?? Because those Neekerbreekers sound a whole lot like the hellish half-cousin of cicadas. Not that cicadas aren’t hellish to begin with.

SAM DOES POETRY and we’re all very proud of him

Aragorn: *nerds out about Beren and Luthien* Me: *SNOOOOORE*

Ah yes, Thingol. King Thingol. Turin’s barely-there foster dad, Thingol. Dad Joke Man of Doriath Thingol. ….That Thingol?

FRODO STABBED THE RINGWRAITH LET’S GOOOOO

Flight to the Ford

Sam stands over the wounded Frodo to protect him what a good lad ;-;

Movie!Frodo after being stabbed: *AGONIZED SCREAMS AND WHEEZES AND CHOKING* Book!Frodo after being stabbed: “Ow. Ow. Ooh mountains. Who built that? Can’t see my friends. Ow. :-/”

THE TROOOOOLLS

Weak and wounded as he is, Frodo knows immediately that Sam made up the song about the troll himself, and takes the time to say “well look at you go, I’m so proud of you :-D” they’re so frickin’ cute I’m dead

GLORFINDEL GLORFINDEL GLORFINDEL GLORFINDEL GLORFINDEL

IT’S MY MAN LET’S GOOOOO

Frodo: “I’m not gonna leave my friends in danger!” Glorfindel: “Your friends would be in far less danger if you left! :-)” Frodo: “Oh :-.”

Thinking of the whole flight to the ford with the sound of bells constantly ringing on Asfaloth’s mane makes the whole thing simultaneously funnier and more dire. Here’s a beautiful house, bred in the joy and safety of an elven kingdom, decked out with bells because of course a jolly old elf would put bells on his horse, and now those bells are the only things screaming of joy and happiness and hope in a desperate fight to outrun darkness and death and despair. Kinda poetic, actually. But also DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

Frodo makes it across the Ford by himself! On horseback! Barely conscious! And sits up in the saddle and draws his sword and TELLS THE RINGWRAITHS TO GO BACK TO HELL! GO OFF FRODO, GET IT, KING!

Many Meetings

“A chat with Gandalf” ought to be an idiom for unwieldy amounts of exposition. Seriously, every time Frodo and Gandalf sit down to talk it’s like 5-7 pages of infodump.

Elves can do surgery. This is canon.

Frodo was partly transparent?? Wow. I wonder if that ever lingered in any way……

Elrond made the flood, and Gandalf added horses and boulders just because he’s ExtraTM.

SAM. IS. ADORABLE. But more on that later.

Tolkien: *waxes eloquent about Arwen* Me: *SNOOOOOORE*

Frodo was so surprised and delighted to see one of Bilbo’s old traveling companions that he sat up too fast and scattered all his cushions. And then Gloin helps him pick them all up again. This is the cutest darn thing.

BILBOOOOOO

LINDIRRRRRRR

Bilbo and Aragorn write songs together and Bilbo teases him about his love life this is adorable

The music literally cuts out when the Ring-thirst overcomes Bilbo. This is some big-picture movie stuff and I’m reading a book that was written over half a century ago.

Sam comes to Bilbo’s room to say it’s time for Frodo to go to sleep how homey and sweet I’m done

#lord of the rings #lotr #aragorn #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #glorfindel #gandalf #bilbo baggins #lindir #fatty bolger #barliman butterbur #tom bombadil #elrond #gloin #my writing #long post #assorted thoughts

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incorrect-lotr-trash · 3 years

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Did you feel like the movies did Eowyn dirty compared to the books?

Hello 💝 & Thank you so much for this super interesting question!! I wanted to spend a few days thinking over this question before answering - hence the reply now (my apologies for the wait!)

Just as a wee disclaimer - These are just my opinions and everyone is absolutely allowed to disagree with me! There is no right or wrong answer, and I totally respect everyone's own views on this question/topic! The first thing I'd say is if you were to look at Eowyn purely from the movie perspective, she is fantastic. I watched the movies long before I read the books (took me a lot of courage to read the books - I'd heard they could be tough) but just from the movies Eowyn made such a strong impression on me, and I think most would agree on that point. Like all the women in Tolkien's work - she was self-defining and unshakable in her strength and courage. So often you see the heroines needing to 'prove themselves to OTHERS' but in Eowyn's case, its much more she needs to prove herself to HERSELF. The men around her do not doubt her strong heart, or her physical strength (even if its traditional for the men to fight and she is forced to stay behind). She is held in high regard amongst her people and doesn't need any sort of reassuring from those around her of what she is capable of - the only person who doubts her is HER. That whole thing of feeling like you need to prove something to be worthy in your own eyes hits home for me, and I'm guessing for others too. We all want to do something meaningful with our lives, and for Eowyn - she learns that meaning doesn't have to come from 'heroic' acts (even tho she frickin' SLAYS the Nazgul!). She instead comes to understand that meaning in life can be found all around you & should be defined on your own terms. I hope I'm making sense with that point!

Now addressing Book!Eowyn vs Movie!Eowyn - Book!Eowyn comes out stronger, in my opinion. Firstly, she takes no bullshit from anyone. You still get the whole 'She is a woman confined to the place a man puts her in' & her wanting to go to war to fight with the men but being told she can't because she is a woman. But for me, the movie really misses out on quite a few key points of Eowyn. Like when she shuts Aragorn down for being sexist. You gotta first remember that Book!Aragorn is totally different from Movie!Aragorn and honestly can be quite arrogant, thus when he tells her she can't come with him to fight he basically says its because she is a woman and as a woman its her duty to stay home and care for the sick etc. (I forget the exact words folks pls don't shoot me - my brain is fried). She calls him out on it - no hesitation, no worrying that she might upset this 'Heir of Gondor'. Nah, she straight up tells him how awful his opinions are and WHY they're awful. Aragorn is one of the good guys and she is showing up his terrible morals - demonstrating that 'heros' are not all perfect beings that we expect them to be!!

Secondly, HER SPEECH WAS BETTER IN THE BOOKS. Okay sure the 'I am no man' was badass and a fantastic line. But she has a WHOLE DANG SPEECH in the book which was just reduced to that line. I can't remember the speech which granted doesn't make my argument very good, but she declared WHO she was and showed NO FEAR in front of this Nazgul that terrified even great wizards like Gandalf! It always kind of annoyed me that in the movie after killing THE NAZGUL she is scrambling around on the ground with tears on her face clearly panicking. Yeah that's a normal reaction, but in the books she faced down that Nazgul without so much as a shudder and then that was it. I can't remember if Tolkien wrote what happened straight after (its a lil fuzzy) but she wasn't crawling around on the ground. Its like... why give her this big bold line and moment at all if 2 seconds later you're gonna have her reacting like that. It kinda contradicts the strength and courage she just displayed.

Lastly, FARAMIR & EOWYN'S RELATIONSHIP DID NOT GET THE JUSTICE IT DESERVED. Fun Fact: If you have only ever seen the theatrical LOTR - You don't even know that they two end up together. Its completely cut out. The only scene you see them in is right at the end just clapping for Aragorn. Thats it. In the book their love is so beautiful. Its this gently building love and affection that Eowyn has to slowly come around to - and Faramir is so respectful in giving her the space and time to process where she is at with her heart. Its very disappointing that we get so little of them together in the film.

I love the way Tolkien has written his female characters. So often I've found that the 'heroines' in stories are constrained in some way or another - eg. they're sidekicks, they do something cool once, they only have 1 layer of depth to their character, they're just there are the token 'female' fighter etc. With Tolkien, he gives Eowyn this huge story arc and builds up every side of her. She is self-defining in her own right and is not just a 'side-piece' to be fluttered over.

SO THATS MY THOUGHTS. Again, people are totally allowed to disagree with them all! & Sorry it took me so long to get back to you, I really did enjoy this question and wanted to make sure I'd thought over it for a bit before replying. Also, sidenote, I love your URL. Kaz is AMAZING. (I'm working on a 'The Crows' edit right now eheheee)

I hope you are doing well!! What are your thoughts?

#asks #thank you so much for this i really enjoyed answering it!!!!!#eowyn #bless you

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ihavealair · 3 years

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My cast for a remake of LotR:

Because while the trilogy is really good, let’s face it, it could have been better. So I am here throwing out my Casting Ideas for a remake. Just imagine how cool it could be. What if Minas Tirith was built in the Pueblo style in the white cliff? What if the dancing at Bilbo’s birthday was like an Indian wedding? Imagine Rohan as a nation of riders closer to the nomads of Mongolia. So many different cultures and styles to work with! Instead of just, y’know. ‘Everybody’s white cause middle earth’.

I know it’s not a complete list, but these are kind of the ‘must haves’ for me. If I were younger and had more energy then I’d add pictures, but just imagine them. This line up of talent and absolute powerhouses would breathe new life into the story.

Frodo: Zoe Saldana

Sam: Awkwafina

Merry: Hasan Minhaj

Pipin: Aziz Ansari

Gandalf: Idris Elba

Legolas: Lupita Nyong’o

Gimli: Peter Dinklage

Boromir: Daniel Radcliff

Aragorn: John Krasinski

Saruman: Patrick Stewart

Elrond: Morgan Freeman

Celeborn: James Earl Jones

Galadriel: Whoopi Goldberg

Haldir: Sofia Boutella

Bilbo: Omid Jalili

Arwen: Rhianna

Eyown: Letitia Wright

Eomer: Gal Godot

Faramir: Oscar Issac

Theoden: Amarsaikhan Baljinnyam

Hama: Lawrence Makoare

Grima: Chris Evans

Treebeard: Antonio Banderas

Denethor: Dave Bautista

Also: There will be no ‘but *blank* is a man/woman’. This is frickin Middle Earth, no one cares about gender. Just about kicking Sauron’s ass.

#LotR #If I were a casting director #The One Ring would be a cat #like you would hear purring as it tries to seduce people #and then hissing and yowling as it's denied #Because cats are adorable and dangerous and MY precious so...

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angryinternetduck · 4 years

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Sunflower, Volume One

Hello and welcome to the first part of the Sunflower Series! It’s about 3k words, and I can’t think of any warnings besides a bit of bad langauge. This is the first super long fic that I’ve ever posted, so I hope you like it :)

“Hey, Liv, it’s Harry. It’s, er… been a while, but you were bloody brilliant on the guitar in Arizona and… uh, well, I dunno, I’m putting together a band… If you’re not… busy, you can come and… I dunno… audition… I guess. Think about it. Call me back. Lots of love. Cheers, now.”

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She came in like a hurricane, clothes and little bits and bobs spilling out of bags and yellow sunglasses slipping off her nose. She was humming, whistling from a mile away, and Adam was already giving him a strange look before she even walked through the door.

“Harold!” she exclaimed upon her eventual entry.

“Hey, Livia,” Harry replied, laughing as she threw her arms around his neck in a hug. She smelled like peppermint and roses and pushed her sunglasses up through her hair when she pulled away.

“So, this is Olivia Robinson. Liv, this is the band. Adam, Sarah, and Charlotte.”

“Hi!” Olivia chirped, shaking each of their hands.

“Er… let’s get started then, shall we?” Harry said after she’d finished and gotten distracted with the row of guitars lined against the back wall. She looked up, her eyes bright with excitement, and asked, “May I?”

“‘S an audition, innit?” Harry laughed.

“Je-sus,” she breathed, picking one up and swinging the strap over her shoulder.

Harry stepped back a bit, leaning against a table in the back with the others. He leaned over to Charlotte as Olivia messed with the strap. “Be honest with me, yeah? Might be a bit biased with this one…”

Charlotte grinned. “We’ll try our best.”

They’d gone through quite a few guitarists, as they needed the perfect candidate and couldn’t seem to find them. Harry had explained the whole Olivia situation after they’d gotten desperate. He’d explained how they’d met when he’d been in the boy band, when they’d done a show in Arizona and she’d opened for them. He explained that they had hit it off and she’d given him her card and… well. Adam had shrugged, and Charlotte had shrugged, and Sarah had said, let’s give her a shot.

So here they were, listening to Olivia, who Harry hadn’t seen in about three years, crank out one of the sweetest riffs he’d ever heard. Here they were, listening to Olivia strum her way through the beginnings of Sweet Child o’ Mine.

“Jesus Christ,” Adam muttered.

Despite himself, Harry was surprised too. He didn’t remember her being this good.

“I love her,” Charlotte said.

“Give her that disaster thing,” Sarah murmured as Olivia finished up and looked over at them expectantly. Harry nodded, shuffling through his sheet music before finally finding the scrap of paper with his chicken-scratch ideas that Sarah seemed to like despite his thinking that it was nonsense.

Harry walked up to her, grinning, and handed the music to her. “I love it, Liv,” he said, and she beamed, and he said, “Try this, eh? It’s just the beginning, but, uh - yeah.” She nodded enthusiastically and set it down in front of her.

“Wow, neat handwriting, huh?” Olivia laughed as he walked away.

“Fuck off,” Harry replied with a smile.

She worked her way through the first couple of chords.

“I love it!” she called.

Sarah grinned. “I love her. She’s got my yes.”

“I second that notion,” Charlotte said.

“Agreed,” Adam said.

Harry laughed, running his hands through his hair as she came to the end.

And then she did come to the end, and he started walking over.

But… she kept going.

“I love it, I love it!” she yelled, looking down at her fingers as she continued with the song off the top of her head. Harry froze. “Jesus Christ,” he heard Adam mutter. “What is she, a bloody prodigy?”

She went on a few more seconds. Harry shook his head in wonder. Jesus.

And then, “Thoughts?” Olivia asked, clapping her hand against the guitar.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly part of my song, was it?”

“My ass, it wasn’t. The better part of it, if I do say so myself.”

“Well, you’re in.”

Olivia blinked. “That - that’s it?”

Harry laughed, throwing his hands up. “Fuck’s sake, Liv, you made up a song off the top of your bloody head. ‘Course you’re in.” Olivia grinned, squealing excitedly and throwing her arms around his neck again in a bit of an awkward hug, seeing as how she was still wearing the guitar.

Harry grinned.

This should be fun.

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Harry stared at the ceiling, watching the fan spin round and round and round and -

He rolled over. Stared at the wall.

It was the second week of their “retreat” in Jamaica. It was hot. Harry had never been so thankful for air-conditioners. The first week and a half had been fun. Not very productive, but fun. The food was heavenly. The beaches made it a literal paradise.

But Harry was getting antsy.

He sat up, looking around the small bedroom for a second before standing and walking to the door. He swung it open, looking left and right before deciding on left. There was a little porch out there, where -

Oh.

Where Olivia was sitting.

“Hullo,” Harry said.

His voice was a bit raspy.

She looked up. “Heya,” she said.

He sat down next to her on the wicker bench, and she blew a puff of smoke into the air.

“I’ve always wanted to be able to do one of those smoke rings,” she said. “Like Gandalf…”

Harry grinned. “Gandalf?”

“Yes, sir. Gandalf.” She smiled, lifting a cigar to her lips, and Harry scoffed. “You’re smoking a bloody cigar?” She shrugged. “Yeah.” Harry laughed. “I thought you were smoking a joint or some shit.”

She sighed. “I don’t need drugs to get high, Styles. It’s already a part of my personality. I’d be frickin’ insufferable if I was high. Can you imagine?” She didn’t let him answer, just held the cigar in front of his lips. “Try it.”

He just stared at her, and she laughed again, sitting up to nudge it against his lips. “Come on. You know you want to…” Harry sighed. Opened his lips, inhaled slowly. She raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

He exhaled. “Eh.”

“Eh?” she echoed incredulously.

She sighed. Settled back down, and he slipped an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, Styles,” she said.

“Hm?”

“What’s this little band of yours called?”

Harry shrugged. “Haven’t thought ‘bout it.”

“Why?”

“I dunno, Liv,” Harry chuckled, slipping the cigar from her fingers.

“Ha! A little more than eh if you’re goin’ back for seconds, huh?”

“Oh, come off it.”

A pause.

“I’m thinking… the Antonio Goldfish.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Perfect,” he said. “Just perfect.”

She looked up. “You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

“What about… the Kiwis? Like that disaster of yours? Nice and simple.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Kiwis, eh?”

“Yeah! Like the little birds.”

“Not the fruit?”

She waved her hand around. Grabbed the cigar. “The fruit’s just an added bonus.” She exhaled. “Seriously, though. What’re you thinking? You musta thought about it a little.” Harry shrugged. “Not really, no.”

“The Salty Lemons,” she murmured around more smoke.

“The Crazy Camels.”

She giggled. “Wow, you’ve got the alliteration there, too…”

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Harry dumped a spoonful (or two) of sugar into a teacup and mixed it around.

“Why’s it called French Toast?” Olivia asked at the stove, prodding a piece in the pan.

“Well,” Adam said, “if I had to guess, I’d say it’s ‘cause the French made it up.”

“Do ya think the French just call it toast?”

Adam grinned. “Probably.”

Olivia frowned, flipping the bread over even though it wasn’t ready yet. “I wonder if they call hamburgers American Hamburgers or somethin’... What did us Americans come up with, anyway?”

Adam snickered and took a sip of tea. “Twinkies,” he said, “and fried food.”

“Didn’t even come up with fried food themselves,” Sarah replied.

Olivia frowned. “We’ve gotta have stuff. Maryland crab cakes? Lobster rolls?”

“Cornbread,” Charlotte chimed in. “And, uh - Cobb salad?”

“Oh, please,” Harry said. “Not real food.”

Olivia scoffed, flipping the bread over again. “You’re one to talk, Styles, all the way from, what - Manchester, England? Are you just saying it’s not real food ‘cause it’s not boiled?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “Better boiled than fried.”

Sarah grinned. “I think the conclusion here is that neither one of our countries has proper cuisine.” They all laughed, and Olivia nodded. “I’ll agree to that. Although - why don’t we attach the country to it? Unless it’s French? French toast, French fries, French -”

“Your toast is burning,” Charlotte told her, sliding past to get coffee.

Olivia gasped. Slid it onto a pan.

Harry rolled his eyes with a grin and took a piece of toast and drowned it in syrup.

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They went into town that day.

Olivia bought a pair of neon orange sunglasses.

“They’re awful, Liv,” Harry laughed as she proudly pranced out of the little shop.

“Not your best,” Charlotte agreed.

“I love them,” Olivia said.

“They’ve got character,” Adam said, and he nodded his approval.

“Yeah, they fit you,” Sarah said.

Olivia giggled, pushing them up and using them as a headband. “Why, thank you.”

Lunch was great. Some sort of chicken.

They made it back, relishing in the air-con, and Olivia knocked on his bedroom door at around four o’clock. She was carrying a guitar and a notebook. “Hello,” she said when he called her in. She tossed the notebook at him. “Read,” she ordered.

He looked at the scribbled notes. “Christ, woman,” he laughed. “Not so neat yourself, are you?” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Shut your trap and read it, Styles.” He tried, scanning the page quickly, but it was just notes. No lyrics.

“It’s chords, Liv.”

“No, no, there’s -” She pointed at a line.

He squinted. It was crammed in a corner.

Comfortable silence is so overrated

“That’s - that’s it?”

“Yeah.” She frowned. “I mean - I mean, no, but, like -”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, just play it, Liv.”

“Well, gee, since you asked so nicely.”

She grabbed the notebook back and started strumming, scatting here and there in an attempt at an imitation of drums. Harry liked it. It was catchy. Kinda slow, a little bit sad. He really liked it.

She stopped, looking up, and Harry hesitated, thinking.

She flushed red. Picked up the notebook. “You hate it,” she muttered. “Sorry. I - um.”

“No!” Harry exclaimed. “No, no, I like it!”

She shook her head. “Never mind,” she said.

And she walked out.

Jesus Christ, Harry thought, staring at the closed door. What did he do?

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Harry dug around in his bag, looking for a notebook.

Problem was, there were a lot of notebooks.

And most of them weren’t even all the way filled.

They were like, halfway done. Not even. 20% nonsense, 80% blank pages.

Which made it very difficult to find something specific.

“Find it yet?” Adam asked from the doorway.

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” he said, looking at the mess of notebooks on the floor. “How many do you have?” Harry shrugged. “I buy every notebook I like.” He looked up. Grinned. “I like a lot of notebooks.”

“Yeah, I see that much.”

Harry shuffled through a few more.

Where was the bloody thing?

“Hurry up, mate!” Adam exclaimed, rifling through with his foot. “I’m bored as all hell. C’mon.” Harry frowned, looking at one that had surfaced, and flipped through it. Last page, a few scribbled lines…

Ah, there it was.

It was almost done.

Carolina.

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Harry played through what he had, picking through the notes a bit choppily.

“I like it,” Charlotte said when he’d finished.

“It’s bouncy,” Olivia said, smiling a bit. She picked up her guitar. It was yellow. It had a little sunflower in the corner. She started playing what he’d played. Harry blinked; he hadn’t even shown her the notes yet. But she went on nonetheless, Charlotte following her lead, and Sarah started tapping along on the table. Adam grabbed his own guitar and stole the notebook to start plucking out the notes.

Harry stood up. Walked around. Snapped his fingers.

“She’s got a family in Carolina…”

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Woke up alone in my bedroom…

Talked to -

Harry snapped awake.

Gotcha.

He stood up, halfway to the door before he realized that that was nothing.

It didn’t even go along with the rhythm all that well.

He groaned, running his hands through his hair.

It wasn’t enough.

He sighed, and then walked out the door.

She was sitting on the porch again.

Smoking a cigar.

Again.

“Do you ever sleep?” Harry asked.

“I try not to,” she replied. “It’s unproductive.”

“It’s also necessary.”

“Necessary is subjective.”

He sat down next to her. Slipped the cigar from her fingers. Inhale… exhale.

“Tastes different.”

She grinned. “It’s chocolate.”

“Got that much.”

A pause. She took back the cigar. “I love chocolate.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“I had a friend in high school. Said it was ‘too sweet’ or some shit. Frickin’ ridiculous.”

Harry smiled. “Too sweet? Bloody hell.”

Another pause.

“I got another line.”

She frowned. Looked up. Her eyes were hazel-y. Blue-ish, tinted green and brown.

“What?” she said.

“Woke up alone in my be-edroom,” Harry sang. “Talked to… nobody…” He faded off.

A pause.

“Where were you,” Olivia finished for him. Then she sighed, settling back down. “I thought you hated that. I was just messing around.” Harry rolled his eyes. “I never said that, Liv. You’re just -”

“Yeah, well, it was pretty obvious,” she interrupted.

“Liv, I said nothing.”

She waved the cigar around. “Oh, it was what you didn’t say.”

“Bloody hell, I hesitated. If you’d have given me another minute -”

“Don’t lie, Styles.”

“Christ, what is wrong with you?” Harry blurted.

She flinched.

Shit.

“Jesus,” she muttered. “Sorry.”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I meant I - I - I liked the song, Liv. If you’d just listen.”

“Right.”

Harry sighed. Stole the cigar back. Chocolate was bloody wonderful.

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A week later.

They were eating breakfast. Leftovers from dinner the day before.

Harry was eating some sort of oxtail stew. It was amazing.

“I have a question,” Olivia announced.

They all looked up.

“Shoot,” Charlotte said.

“What’re we called?”

“Humans,” Adam said.

Olivia grinned. “Really, that’s questionable,” she said, and shook her head. “But - no, I meant - I mean, like, this band, or whatever.” Sarah shrugged, glancing around at them. “I dunno. We haven’t talked about it, have we?”

Charlotte shook her head. “Nope.” She looked at Olivia. “What were you thinking?”

“I dunno. Just wondering.”

“Something alliterative,” Harry said, stirring his stew around.

“Something to do with food,” Olivia said.

“Kiwis,” Harry mused.

“Kiwis,” Sarah echoed, and Harry looked up. She was smiling. “I like that. Like your little disaster, eh?” Harry shook his head. “Oh, I was jo - it was Olivia’s -” But Olivia cut him off, grinning. “The Kiwis,” she said. “I love it.”

“I dunno,” Adam said. “I like the stuff with all of our initials, you know? Like…” He looked around the table. “H, S, C, O… A…” Olivia’s nose wrinkled. “That’s so much work.” Adam shook his head. “No, no, it’s like… I dunno, Oscha? Or, like, Schoa? You know? Or - Oshac?”

Harry frowned. “OSHAC. Isn’t that - the American thing?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow. And then laughed. “Oh, yeah - the Occupational Safety and Health American Council.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Ah, yes, perfect.” Charlotte bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “That’s a good idea, though… Hasco? Ascho?” She grinned. “Achoo?”

Adam looked a bit sheepish. “Yeah. Maybe not, then.” ______________________________________________________________

tell me: 1. if I’m not as clever as I think I am and you already figured out what the band’s name is gonna be with Olivia 2. how mad you are that I was so rude to mitch lol 3. if you’ve ever heard of OSHAC or! tell me anything!!!! feedback is always much appreciated :)

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thecrystalquill · 5 years

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The Wizard and the No-Mag

Chapter 4

Masterlist Series Masterlist

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Fred ran through the shop and up to the twin’s shared apartment, carelessly slamming doors behind him, he ran into the living-room and put on the lights and fire. With all the noise, George was startled out of his bed (and onto the floor). He grunted as he got up, cursing at his twin under his breath as he opened the door. He dragged his feet to the source of the ruckus to see his brother acting like a complete idiot. “What the bloody hell are you doing, jumping around, making all this noise?! You woke me up, you tosser!”

Fred stopped being weird (sort of anyway) and turned to face the sleepy George, beaming like he just won the lottery – which, in his mind, he felt he had. “I asked her! I finally asked her!” he exclaimed, resisting the urge to scream out the window so everyone in Diagon Alley would know.

George rubbed his tired face, not really taking in what Fred had to say, “Asked who? What?”

Fred leaped over a footstool and grabbed his twin’s shoulders. “(Y/N)! I asked (Y/N) to be my girlfriend!” He specified, shaking George’s shoulders in excitement. “And she said yes! She said yes, George, can you believe it? Merlin, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.” He threw his arms up and grinned, acting like a little kid getting their first broom.

“Well,” George yawned, “can’t say I didn’t see it coming. But I am happy for ya, Freddie.” He noted while patting Fred’s shoulder, “But can we go to bed now? I’m tired.”

“Bed? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep all night!” Fred complained with a smile still stretched on his face.

“Don’t you plan to walk her to Uni tomorrow?” George yawned again.

Eyes widening, Fred gasped dramatically, “You’re right!” He yelled as he ran into the room and dove on the bed.

George rubbed his eyes as he followed his brother, “Well that’s a first.” He mumbled, a tired smirk on his face.

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November came around, which meant that Fred and (Y/N) had been dating for about three months – and it had been completely perfect. Fred would walk her to and from University most days, or surprise her at work to bring her a snack. He’d helped her decorate and furnish her apartment too, each room was painted a different colour and photos were hung on the walls. Fred also insisted that (Y/N) painted her bedroom walls red because ‘it’s just the best colour y’know’; so they settled for white and red with black curtains (or as Fred liked to call them: window blankets). He’d stay over occasionally [[innocent sleepover ya nasties]], which George teased him for relentlessly, but Fred couldn’t have been happier.

And that’s why he decided he had to tell her.

Everything.

Fred shuffled up to her apartment and knocked on the door, hearing a quiet ‘‘It’s open’’ before stepping in. (Y/N) was sat at the kitchen island – papers and pens and Merlin knows what else scattered on the surface – working and writing frantically.

He smiled at the sight of her and leaned against the table, watching her intently; her furrowed brows, her pursed lips, the way she scrunched her nose and bit her pencil when she was concentrating; he loved to remind himself that this adorable being was his girlfriend. “Thought I told you, you should lock the door more. What if I was some weirdo coming to kidnap you?”

(Y/N) smirked and paused her notes to look up at him, “Fred, you’ll never not be a weirdo, but I’m sure I could take you.”

They sat like that for a while, making light conversation while (Y/N) worked – until Fred decided he had stalled enough.

Taking a deep breath, Fred reached over to grab her hand and held it tightly to ease his nerves. (Y/N)… I need to tell you something.”

This successfully caught her attention. (Y/N) looked up at him, setting down her pen and furrowing her brows, “Is something wrong?” She asked cautiously.

Fred shook his head, “No, no nothing’s wrong. I just—we need to talk—”

“I swear if you’re breaking up with me I’m gonna punch yo—”

“I’m not! No, it’s actually kind of the opposite.” He cleared his throat and thought of how exactly he wanted to say this, “I… I-I… um… I’m a… u-uh… I’m-a-wizard.”

There was a silence between them, a little awkward on Fred’s part, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her – the only thing running through his mind was how he’d screwed up; she doesn’t love him anymore and he’d exposed the wizarding world to a muggle and now he’ll have to obliviate her memories of him and he’ll never see her again and—

His thoughts were interrupted by laughter – laughter that would normally make his heart flutter, instead made his stomach drop. Why was she laughing?

“Yeah, okay Fred. And I’m Gandalf.” Who? (Y/N) picked up her pen again and pulled her scattered papers closer, “Look, you’re adorable and all, Fred, but I really need to get back to work.”

Oh, right – she doesn’t believe him. Of course she wouldn’t, why would she? As far as she knows, magic is just a fantasy – something out of a storybook. This just means he’ll have to prove to her that he isn’t joking.

Warily, Fred pulled out his wand and placed it in front of her. “This is my wand,” he explained as she picked it up to examine the intricate design; it was brown and freshly polished, with a handle resembling a pinecone. “It’s real – I’m not lying.” Despite his attempts, (Y/N) still didn’t look convinced. Sighing, he took back his wand and held the handle firmly, deciding on a spell. Merlin, I can’t believe I’m doing this. With a mutter of a few foreign words, Fred collected the papers on the desk and the few that had fallen on the floor, and placed them in a neat pile in front of them; completely by magic.

Not sure if that had convinced her, he pointed the wand at a mug sat on the kitchen counter – (Y/N)’s favourite mug – which had a large crack in the side and the handle had fallen off, it had been broken the previous morning, but she didn’t want to throw it away. Fred whispered a quiet ‘reparo’, then the mug rattled a little in its place and was suddenly fixed – ass spotless and chip-less as the day she got it.

Feeling he had done enough, Fred turned to see his girlfriend’s reaction. Well… in this case, her lack of reaction. Fred watched nervously as she stared at she mug, occasionally flicking her eyes to the pile of papers in front of her.

After what felt like hours, (Y/N) finally looked at Fred; meeting his gaze with an expression he couldn’t read. He waited for her to say something, anything to stop his brain overflowing with doubts.

By the look on his face, (Y/N) could easily see that he was nervous, panicked, and maybe a little bit afraid. She didn’t know what to say, how could she? It’s not like she’s been in this situation before! But he just did magic! Her boyfriend is a frickin’ wizard?! Is that normal? Of course it’s not! How could it be? Magic isn’t real – or at least it wasn’t until two minutes ago! Panic started to bubble in her stomach; how the hell is this possible?! “What the f—”

“Please don’t freak out! Fred interrupted, “I know it’s a lot to take in and I know it’s hard to believe – but… I-I-I had to tell you! I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore – I just had to! I love you and I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, and I want you to know everything about me and not just—”

“You love me?”

They both froze. Neither of them had said it yet. Fred looked up in panic to see her looking just as shocked as him; he was quiet for a moment, collecting his thoughts to figure out how he should respond. “Well… er… I-I-I didn’t mean— I… what I meant to say… er…” He paused when he noticed the glimpse of sadness in her eyes – it lasted barely a second, but a second was all he needed to choose his next words. “Yes…” he continued sheepishly, “of course I love you. How could I not? You’re completely perfect, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. You’re… you’re just…” he paused, trying to think of a word that could possibly even begin to describe her, “j-just… perfect.”

They sat still, not wanting to disturb the feeling in the room – whatever it was. Fred fiddled with his wand in his hands as (Y/N) tried to put everything together.

After a while, he decided he couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “Are you mad?” Fred hesitantly asked, only flicking his eyes to hers for a split-second, before returning his gaze to the table.

(Y/N) let out a small laugh – well, more like a huff of air that resembled a laugh – and shook her head. “No… no I’m not mad.” At this, Fred deflated a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and finally looked at her, filled with relief. “It’s just… this is a lot to think about… y’know?”

(Y/N) looked back to her papers, and the mug on the counter top, then to the wand in Fred’s hands; trying to get her brain to comprehend magic – even though it completely conflicted everything she knew – her brain kept trying to understand it based on science and logic (as brains do when they’re faced with something new), but that only made it worse as she continued to overthink it; a battle with her mind as it refused to see the simplicity of the subject.

When she finally looked back to him, (Y/N) realised it had been too long since either one of them had said something, and Fred looked a little… off? “I love you too, y’know.” She said, quietly, as if she was telling him a secret. Fred snapped his head up at her words, allowing a smile to grace his lips. “But I’m guessing there’s a lot more that I don’t know, so… I just… I want you to tell me everything… about you… and all this magic stuff.”

The couple spent the entire night talking about just that: everything. Fred told her about magic, and Hogwarts. He told her stories about his family and what exactly this ‘business’ was that he ran with his twin. He even recounted details of the war… from how it started to how it ended, even the people they lost on the way. And, come the early hours of the morning, when they had both fallen asleep on the sofa, there wasn’t a thing about Fred that (Y/N) didn’t know.

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wineinthewidow · 5 years

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how i would have written the final battle of the entire series with the given circumstances (Part 2):

(Continue from Part 1.)

And just like that Dany tuns into actions. Because there are still so many people who are out in the open. And these people need to get to safety, they need to be taken away, and quickly. So as she and Drogon, with Rhaegal, take off into the air. We get this whole moment where Dany uses her dragons to make a line of flame and fury within the ice between the dead and the people. And she keeps doing it while her army and that of Jon’s and those that fight with them, do what they can to fight the strays, and those who approach. So they’re defending the people, while escorting them out, while trying to avoid these massive dragon slaying ice javelins form taking them down.

One of the dragons get hurt, but not slain, and she gets angry, and harder, and at this point she’s an angry mother. Now what would be the point to this? It would be that as the people are escaping, they see this woman, on a dragon, fighting to protect them and they whisper about the ‘legend’ of the Targaryen’s as they go. So they naturally assume that , this must be the Dragon Queen.

I imagine once all is well, they would call this ballad the ‘Return of the Dragon’

It would be the pivotal moment in which Daenerys of House Targaryen would connect with the people, and where they would see that she is not this evil mad woman that crossed the sea as Queen Cersei has so conditioned them to believe. And as she and her dragons are using flame to cover the the people, Jon shows up with their men, here come the Wildlings, with House Aryn, Tarth, those that have seen the fight and the dead, who have now joined the cause, all show up. And at one point, I would like to see Dorne showing up.

Yes Dorne, pulling a frickin’ Gandalf in the Two Towers where he shows up at the last moment with their massive army with the sun rising and a dramatic monologue where everyone is getting beat up. I also want some Arya fighting in it, with Brienne, and the Sand Snakes show up because we deserve to see them fighting, some Dayne representation too we deserve this parallel, Podrick is in it too, everyone who is alive and can fight is here fighting.

Cut to Cersei and Jaime who are still in the throne room, and Cersei has given Qyburn one last order. Because looking down she can see the dead flooding into the gate, so she instructs him to take Ser Gregor with him. And when they leave they seal them inside the throne room. And we follow them and Ser Gregor is cutting down dead after dead, and he and Qyburn are going further and further down underground. Until eventually we see that Ser Gregor, starts to become overwhelmed.

Cut back to Cersei and Jaime, THIS starts up. And there is a loud echoing roar that shakes the very walls, it’s a joining scream of the dead, and Jaime steps backward and then turns to her and says: “ Cersei, we need to go.” And Cersei looks contemplative, thoughts running long and hard. And for a moment in her mind, she imagines that she and Jaime escape here. She imagines that they ride past those borders and leave, and go find Tyrion. But- it’s in that moment, with those flashes of imaginative images, that she knows they will never escape. And so she says a soft:

“ And go where? ...” and as Cersei and Jaime look to each other we cut to the outside of the Keep, and it seriously looks like a flood of bodies pour into the confines of a castle. And just then as the piano music starts up in HERE, we flash to Qyburn who has just been cut down, and he’s dragging himself with a torch, it’s very Lancel in the Sept Parallel. And just then we cut again back to Cersei and Jaime who are going back and forth in tender monologues where they are talking about how they are the only two in the world who matters. And just as she takes his face in her hands and his arms wrap around her, there is pounding on the throne room door. Aesthetic moment of Cersei stepping away from the Iron Throne for Jaime.

Cut again to where Qyburn is reaching the point where he’s trying to get to and he’s being stalked by one of those weird white haired white walkers. And just as he reaches and throws the torch down with one last dying effort. And just then the torch IGNITES into a violent burst of GREEN.

Cut to Cersei and Jaime where kiss, and kiss long and hard and take each other in completely. And then the doors BURST open and we hear the united roar of the dead, before the floor beneath their very feet goes up and wildfire ignites all of them and destroys the Red Keep.

And the Red Keep blows like a fuse to the rest of the gasoline. And the line of wildfire SHOOTS out to the rest of King’s Landing now flooded with the dead, and the entire city explodes into this massive roaring, green inferno. And it is enough that it turns a massive tide in the dead, destroys enough that Jon and Dany and Crew can get to the Night King.

I’m still game for Arya being Azor Ahai. But the battle is harder, and not an easy one.

Daenerys ends up having no choice but to escort all of the people for a long while down to Dragonstone, where she ends up having little choice but to declare this the capitol once again. (It was the original Targaryen throne after all.).

Tyrion becomes Hand of the Queen, OR becomes Lord of Casterly Rock where he is left to also raise the last child of Cersei and Jaime. And with that I vote that if the baby is a boy, he named it Jaime after his lost brother (and I feel Cersei would have named him Jaime outright as a point to who his father was anyway). But I also?? want some poetic twists to this and have it be a girl, so he may name her Joanna, after their mother. Because of the influence of her death was, and how poetic it would be that he raised life named after her.

And the rest of the pieces may fall where they may.

#she wanted a storm to match her rage [ musings ]#she had no idea they would shave her like aslan [ meta ]#my ideal ending part 2

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