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ceescedasticity · 3 years

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I have now planned out the epic, overly complicated "Centuries" Noldolantë illustrated music I would make if I had a lot more time and energy than I really have and also had learned to draw at some point.

Image 1:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Body of image -- title, maybe?

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 2:

Text: Some legends are told

Picture: Music of the Ainur, maybe?

Image 3:

Text: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left ('dust'): The dead Trees

Picture on right ('gold'): The Silmarils

Image 4:

Top: But you will remember me

Picture: Fëanor giving a speech to a crowd, very dramatically -- inciting a revolt, making an oath, something like that

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Image 5:

Text in top left: And just one mistake

Picture in bottom left: Fiery whip(s)

Picture in center: Námo issuing the Doom

Picture in top right: Ice breaking underfoot

Text in bottom right: Is all it will take

Image 6:

Top: We'll go down in history

Pictures: Small, disconnected portraits of Fëanor, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Maedhros, Fingon, Turgon, Finrod, Galadriel, Aredhel, Celegorm, Curufin

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Image 7:

Text across center: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Pictures, distributed both above and below text: Small disconnected portraits of Maglor, Caranthir, Amrod&Amras, Aredhel, Argon, Angrod, Aegnor, Orodreth, Lalwen, Celebrimbor, Idril, Finduilas, Maeglin, Gil-Galad, Eärendil, Elrond, maybe Celebrian, did I forget anyone

Image 8:

Top: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Map of Beleriand

Image 9:

Text 1: Mummified my teenage dreams

Picture: Maedhros captive, could be on Thangorodrim or earlier

Text 2: No, it's nothing wrong with me

Image 10:

Top: The kids are all wrong

Still top, slightly shifted right: The story's all off

Picture: Fingon to the rescue, maybe sneaking away

Image 11:

Top: Heavy metal broke my

Picture: Rescue/amputation

Bottom right: heart

Image 12:

Top: Come on, come on and let me in

Picture: Aredhel and Eöl

Bottom: The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

Image 13:

Top: And this is supposed to match

Still top, shifted slightly right: The darkness that you felt

Picture: Aredhel's death protecting Maeglin

Image 14:

Text (somewhere): I never meant for you to fix yourself

Picture: Galadriel dodging Melian's questions

Image 15:

Text 1: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Text 2: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: Map of Beleriand drawn with fiery cracks spreading down it, or other representation of Dagor Bragollach

Image 16:

Top: Some legends are told

Picture: Fingolfin fighting Morgoth

Bottom: Some turn to dust or to gold

(Fingolfin is representing both dust and gold here)

Image 17:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Not sure what picture here. Burned wasteland? Eagle carrying Fingolfin's body? Distance image of Gondolin or other fortress?

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 18:

Text 1: And just one mistake

Text 2: Is all it will take

Picture: Finrod dying in the dungeon post-wolf, Beren trying to help

Image 19:

Text 1: We'll go down in history

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Something triumphant from Lay of Leithian -- Luthien defeating Sauron; them getting the Silmaril; Luthien convincing Mandos; or just Beren and Luthien revived, with Silmaril

Image 20:

Text: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Picture: Forces rallying for Union of Maedhros

Image 21:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Fingon's death/Nirnaeth Arnoediad in general

Image 22:

Text: And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

Picture: Glaurung and ruin of Nargothrond

Image 23:

Text: 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

Picture: Thingol dead, Melian leaving

Image 24:

Text: Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you

Picture: Fëanor, the Silmarils, some kind of representation of the Oath?

Image 25:

Text: 'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia

Picture: The Sons of Fëanor heading for the moral event horizon, and maybe some sort of representation of the Oath

Image 26:

Text 1: And you're a cherry blossom

Text 2: You're about to bloom

Picture: Tuor and Idril

Image 27:

Text: You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Picture: Fall of Gondolin

Image 28:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: Second Kinslaying, probably

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 29:

Text 1: Some legends are told

Text 2: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left: Dead Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir

Picture on right: Turgon about to get hit by his disintegrating city

Image 30:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Picture: Tuor and Idril leaving Sirion, Eärendil and Elwing seeing them off

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 31:

Text 1: And just one mistake

Text 2: Is all it will take

Picture: Third Kinslaying -- Elwing jumping? dead Amrod&Amras? general murderness?

Image 32:

Text 1: We'll go down in history

Picture: Eärendil and Elwing either sailing with the Silmaril or pleading with the Valar

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 33:

Top: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Bottom: Remember me for centuries

Picture: In center; Silmaril as evening star; surrounding it, vignettes of people in Beleriand looking at it (could include any of Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Maedhros&Maglor, Elrond&Elros, Cirdan, Celebrimbor, misc civillians)

Image 34:

Text: We've been here forever

Picture: Halls of Mandos. Finwë is standing in the center, Fëanor near him, Argon farther away. The idea for this sequence is we are adding people to a big group portrait of dead Finwions.

Image 35:

Text: And here's the frozen proof

Picture: Same scene, but add Aredhel, Angrod, Aegnor, Fingolfin, Finrod.

Image 36:

Text: I could scream forever

Picture: Same scene, but add Fingon, Orodreth, Finduilas, Celegorm, Curufin, Caranthir, Turgon, Maeglin.

Image 37:

Text: We are the poisoned youth

Picture: Same scene, but add Amrod&Amras, Maedhros.

Image 38:

Top: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Picture: War of Wrath -- big montage? Angband coming down? Beleriand going down?

Bottom: Du du du-du, du du du-du

Image 39:

Text 1: Some legends are told

Text 2: Some turn to dust or to gold

Picture on left: Maedhros with Silmaril going for the lava

Picture on right: Either Eärendil again or Finarfin looking somber

Image 40:

Text 1: But you will remember me

Picture: Elrond and Elros parting.

Text 2: Remember me for centuries

Image 41:

Text: And just one mistake

Picture: Celebrimbor welcoming Annatar

Image 42:

Text: Is all it will take

Picture: Last Alliance, Gil-Galad falling

Image 43:

Text: We'll go down in history

Picture: Elrond writing chronicles in Imladris

Image 44:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Galadriel looking at her Mirror

Image 45:

Text 1: Hey! Hey!

Text 2: We'll go down in history

Text 3 (small): Hey!

Picture: Maybe a LOTR vignette or two? But definitely a gray ship sailing West.

Image 46:

Text: Remember me for centuries

Picture: Maglor on the shore.

...I don't think I could handle all that even if I did know how to draw. Looks like a multi-person project??? haha jk... unless...

#tolkien #silmarillion

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incorrect-lotr-trash · 3 years

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Thoughts on Tauriel?

ooooooh b o i I’m guess you’re asking because I mentioned I don’t like her in reply to a different ask. Before I lay down my thoughts, I need to give a wee disclaimer.

If you love Tauriel, then fantastic & please continue to do so!! I totally appreciate that to some people she is amazing and I 100% support you loving on her! What I’m going to express is just MY personal opinion on the character. NOT THE ACTRESS. Evangeline Lilly is a sweetheart and an amazing actress!! My issues are with the character/writing, not the actress. In expressing my own thoughts I am also NOT encouraging ANY hate on the character. Hate is never welcome and never okay regardless of character opinions and tastes. I completely respect those who adore Tauriel and I encourage the love on her to continue.

All that said, I do not vibe with Tauriel. For several reasons. I get far too strong ‘I’m not like other girls’ vibes from her. There is this sense of her needing to assert her authority and power because she is a female elf. And yet, Arwen and Galadriel never give me those vibes. In the case of the latter two, they are extremely powerful and self-defining without any need to prove it or appear ‘strong’ around others. You just know upon first meeting Arwen that she is confident in herself and her place and doesn’t need those around her to reassure her of it - she just simply IS. In contrast to Tauriel, she just comes across rather... insecure? to me. Like, she needs those around her to know that she is powerful and she needs to know that they know. If that sentence makes sense at all. She also, in my opinion, is selfish. But its framed as a ‘good moral’ thing. (This is just a badly written character, I do not blame anyone but the writers for this) She disobeys her King and then acts shocked when he banishes her? Whilst yeah Thranduil is a questionable moral character, you cannot doubt that he has his people at his heart and was trying to protect Tauriel with them. She paints Thranduil as a dark evil overlord and yeah Thranduil is pretty heckin’ scary - but this guy has single-handedly protected his kind for hundreds of years, he has fought in multiple wars and he VERY CLEARLY still mourns the loss of his wife - to the point he is willing to have an open war with the dwarves just to get some gems that were meant for her. She tries to tell him that he has no love in him, but when you actually look at Thranduil’s actions - underneath the cold exterior everything he does is for love. For his wife, and his people.

I also kind of find it hard to believe she would fall for Kili so quickly? Now don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy the cute romance and thought it was a nice touch. But I question if it was done in the right way. The hate between elves and dwarves goes back CENTURIES. In LOTR Legolas and Gimli hate each other for a long time. It is not until Gimli comes to admire Galadriel and she gives him his blessing that things begin to turn, and even then their elf/dwarf bond was extremely strange. Tauriel is in Thranduil’s Kingdom. THRANDUIL’S KINGDOM. THE GUY WHO HAS BEEF WITH THE DWARVES OF THE MOUNTAIN. She would’ve had a lot of prejudices against dwarves that aren’t just gonna go away after a wee chat about stars. Again, that’s poor writing. By all means have the romance - but it just needed to be built upon a bit more I think. Shes kind of a Mary Sue (Again - just my opinion!). She has these super cool ‘unusual’ traits of being both a fighter and a healer. Which from what I understand is unusual for Elves. Elrond has both - but hes Elrond and it makes sense. For Tauriel it just seems...? Why..? What is the point? It kinda leads back into that whole ‘I’m not like other girls’ vibe again. I’m sure I read somewhere that her ginger hair is also unusual, I’m not gonna sit here and try pick apart her hair - its more the point that shes ‘special’ and ‘unique’ and ‘not like other girls’ I also don’t understand why there was any need for Legolas to have feelings for her. I kind of like the fact that in LOTR Legolas isn’t involved in any love story - it makes him stand out and allows you to focus on his character. It just didn’t add anything at all, and I wonder what Tolkien would think of someone bringing a love interest into Legolas’s life.

She just doesn’t stand up to Arwen, Galadriel or Eowyn. BUT THIS IS ALL JUST MY OPINION AND YOU ARE 100% ENTITLED TO DISAGREE WITH ME. IM NOT TRYING TO START FIGHTS OR HATE. PLEASE CONTINUE LOVING ON TAURIEL IF YOU LIKE HER. IF THIS DOES SPARK ANY RIDICULOUS HATE I WILL BE DELETING IT. Those are my thoughts Anon! 💝

#people are totally entitled to disagree with me like its fine #if you love her then pls continue to do so!!! im staying in my lane!!!#i only gave these opinions because someone asked #theyre just MY thoughts on it all

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exlibrisfangirl · 2 years

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Tagged by @angel-in-a-big-blue-box 😘

I'm going to assume we're talking exclusively about romantic ships here, so...

1. First ship:

Han/Leia (Star Wars)... a looong time ago, in a galax- well, you get the idea. It was a long time ago, way before I knew what "shipping" was (and before the internet existed).

2. First OTP:

Sorry but all of my ships are OTPs. It’s OTP as in they are the ONE TRUE PAIRING FOR EACH OTHER….obviously. <- I am not even going to change a single word of this, because Anna is 100% CORRECT (but the answer is the same as above: Han/Leia).

3. Your ship since the first minute:

Fitzsimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Henry Tilney/Catherine Morland (Northanger Abbey)

Ross/Demelza (Poldark)

Jamie/Claire (Outlander)

Anne/Gilbert (Anne of Green Gables)

Aramis/Anne (BBC The Musketeers)

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Rory/Jess (Gilmore Girls)

Olicity (Arrow)

Will/Djaq (BBC Robin Hood)

Captain Swan (Once Upon a Time)

Malec (Shadowhunters)

Danielle/Henry (Ever After)

there are probably more, I'm tired

4. Current favourite ship:

Derek/Chris (Teen Wolf)

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage)

Supercorp (Supergirl)

Lois/Clark (Superman & Lois)

Penelope/Colin (Bridgerton)

Nina/Matthias (Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows)

Wayhaught (Wynonna Earp)

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

5. Ship that most of the fandom hates but you love:

I honestly can't think of any.

Now if you were to ask me about ships fandom loves that I... well, lol. You know what? I'm going to add that question, because goshdangit... I want to answer it!

5b. Ship that most of the fandom loves but you... don't:

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

Darklina (Shadow and Bone)

Merthur (BBC Merlin)

Arthur/Gwen (BBC Merlin)

Guy/Marian (BBC Robin Hood)

Bagginshield (The Hobbit)

Reylo (Star Wars)

Wolfstar (Harry Potter)

Bellarke (The 100)

6. You don’t even watch the show, but you ship it:

Destiel (Supernatural)

Flint/Silver (Black Sails)

Uh... no idea.

7. Ship you wish had a different storyline:

Literally every single one where one half dies and the other is forced to keep going <- BRO, SAME. There are so many of them, too. 😩

Every, single ship I ship from Babylon 5: Delenn/Sheridan, Susan/Talia, Susan/Marcus

Wash/Zoe (Firefly)

Mary/Matthew (Downton Abbey) <- that messed me up so badly I stopped watching, lol

Queliot (The Magicians)

Hotspur/Kate (Henry IV Part I, The Hollow Crown)

Olicity (Arrow)

Jon/Ygritte (Game of Thrones)

I know there are more, but my brain is just laughing at me now...

Then there are the ships where BOTH DIE:

Remus/Tonks (Harry Potter)

[Redacted because I realized it would be a major spoiler for one of my mutuals who is currently watching this series for the first time. *waves* You're welcome!]

Aaand then there's the ship where one of them permanently turns into a TREE:

Eretria/Amberle (The Shannara Chronicles)

Oh, and the one where Half Number 1 spends the rest of her life living in an alternate dimension with a CLONE of Half Number Two:

Ten/Rose (Doctor Who)

8. Ship you wish was canon:

Eretria/Amberle (The Shannara Chronicles)

Kahlan/Cara (Legend of the Seeker)

Supercorp (Supergirl)

Morgan/Garcia (Criminal Minds)

Derek/Chris (Teen Wolf)

9. Ship you wish had become endgame:

Rory/Jess (Gilmore Girls)

Choni (Riverdale)

Ten/Rose (Doctor Who) <- nO, TenToo does not count

Han/Leia (Star Wars) <- I was so upset that the sequels broke them up, I refused to watch after TFA, lol

10. Favourite ship that is endgame:

John/Aeryn (Farscape)

Sheridan/Delenn (Babylon 5)

Stydia (Teen Wolf)

Olicity (Arrow)

Captain Swan (Once Upon a Time)

Will/Djaq (BBC Robin Hood)

Aramis/Anne (BBC The Musketeers)

Fitzsimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Monrosalee (Grimm)

Malec (Shadowhunters)

Riker/Troi (Star Trek: TNG)

Jamie/Claire (Outlander)

Danielle/Henry (Ever After)

Faramir/Eowyn (LOTR) <- but honestly more the book version than the films

Xena/Gabrielle (Xena: Warrior Princess)

Anne/Gilbert (Anne of Green Gables)

John Thornton/Margaret Hale (North and South)

Elinor/Edward (Sense and Sensibility)

Fanny/Edmund (Mansfield Park)

Benedick/Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing)

and probably lots more I am forgetting!

Tagging: @seven-oomen @takadasaiko @dreamersscape @mostly-vo1d @voidstilesplease @oddwriter @magic-multicolored-miracle @rebakitt3n @jchthys @faithfire @woozapooza @ardricael @shieldmaidenofsherwood and/or anyone else who wants to do it!

#angel in a big blue box #answered ask #tumblr friends #brotp: pass the rump roast please #the derek to my chris #etc. etc.#shipping #fangirl problems #this is my design #and the meme goes on #wayyyy too many ships to tag here

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morwensteelsheen · 3 years

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3 4 5 and/or 6 for the writing meme? :^)

woohoo, thank you!!! these ones are the most fun imo lmao

also going to do these out of order so i can drop the scene beneath the cut:

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why)

He thought he saw her smile as she gazed up at the starry sky. Around her, the perfectly manicured garden with its artfully planted flower beds and ancient sculptures seemed the very picture of Gondorrim beauty: mathematically balanced, rich in symbolism, an homage to thousands of years of history. She was nothing like the garden. Her hair, unbound despite the common fashions, frizzed in the humidity. One eyebrow was always slightly more arched than the other, even when she was at peace, the other had a scar through it where hair no longer grew. Another scar, dashing across the perimeter of her mouth, made her lips seem lopsided. She was not perfect, but she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I think this, from AFTA, represents the first time I feel like I really got it right re: Faramir's thoughts on Éowyn. I really struggled to balance the hyper-critical undercurrent we get in TTT with the starry-eyed romanticism we get in ROTK, because I found it hard to believe that he would swing between those two poles instead of occupying the centre ground. I actually kind of got it when I was reading (and yeah, roast me for being pretentious as fuck lmao) Shelley's To The Moon, and I was like, oh my god, this is it. This is The Take. Like there's the point of the poem, which is Shelley being like 'moon sad bc no bf 🥺👉👈', but there's also the strangeness of him describing something as ethereal and beautiful as the moon as 'weary' and mayhaps looking a little less than perfect. Like, it gets that kind of critical pessimism but also the ultimate hotwife simpery too. Anyways yeah I'm not comparing that paragraph to Shelley by any means but that graf is definitely where everything started clicking for me a bit more, so I quite dig it.

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Amrothos as I write him is my self-insert because 1) uncomfortable 2) not sure what the fuck is going on. Beyond that, I actually identify more with Faramir than with Éowyn, even though I find him by far and away more difficult to write. Classic. For the SW stuff I write it is unfortunately, sigh, Cassian. Though I haven't written for R1 in a long while.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I like writing Imrahil the most when he’s not the POV because he walks this line between being a loose cannon and being the most conniving person in the room, which I think is fun to make the other characters negotiate. But I actually like writing Denethor’s POV the best (even though I haven’t published any of that stuff) because he provides a really unique opportunity to make ruthless assessments of the other characters and plot points. Like it's nice to get to duck out of LOTR's standard optimism and into the mindset of a dude who realises how profoundly fucked up so much of it is. And I think it’s really interesting as a writer to look at other characters from the POV of someone who can see their biggest flaws very clearly but still has to find a way to either make them usable or keep them from causing any problems. It’s a fun exercise.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

lmao this one has been sitting in my phone notes app for ages because i can't decide whether i want to work it into a WIP or just post it as a ficlet. classic. also valuable insight into my slightly deranged brain I think:

The babies were asleep, not in prams in a different room as the healers and midwives had advised, but in each of their parents’ arms — the Prince and Lady of Ithilien had always had a unique relationship to rules and authority.

The lady of the house, her curls hanging limp around her face and her face pale with exhaustion, had never looked more radiant. Beside her, the man who was there neither prince nor steward, but husband and, for the very first time, father, looked at his youngest child with rapt adoration.

It was a difficult birth by all conceivable measures, sixteen hours of labour, with an entire hour between the first and second baby, but it was not the physical act of labour that had been the hardest part of the process.

The women of the war generation had disproportionately borne daughters as their first children. In the White City, the King and Queen of the Reunited Kingdom had welcomed a daughter before the heir to the throne was born, while the King and Queen of the Riddermark had welcomed a bouncing baby girl just months before the Lady of Ithilien had begun her confinement.

She would have loved the child no matter its sex, had loved the two babies that had come and gone before they could know if they would have been sons or daughters. Her love was never in question, but Lady Éowyn was a woman for whom the constraints of her sex had been a sharp punishment, and she could not bear the thought of having to one day explain to her daughter why the laws and customs of their country dictated that she could not inherit the lands and titles that were rightfully hers.

When the first pangs of labour had begun, Éowyn had simply ignored them, continuing on with what duties she could manage (around a distinctly large belly) until even her well-honed skills could no longer hide her pain. Then, it was not until she had fought every healer, midwife, and servant in Emyn Arnen that she would be taken into the room designated her birthing chamber, and even then only after earning the concession that her husband would be allowed to stay in the room.

For sixteen long hours she had fought and struggled to bring her child into the world (then expecting but one), alternating between brutalising screams of pain and unnerving silence. When the stubborn child had finally acquiesced and begun to arrive in earnest, her screams and silence alike stopped, giving way to soft, mournful sobs and choked out prayers.

The boy, born with a shock of golden hair, had cooed before he’d cried, and Éowyn had collapsed in on herself, delirious and overcome with joy and pain and unending devotion to her child, her son, a child who would know no limits to his life, would never be told no.

And then the midwife had announced that there was another child still, and desperate, anguished tears were replaced by the look and sounds of determination, as the Lady of the Shieldarm brought her daughter into the world. Her daughter who would not be deprived of land and titles for her gender, but for being a miraculous hour younger than her brother.

Hours later, after the healers had vacated the room and before eager family members were granted entry, Éowyn cried a final time, warm tears spilling over her dazzling smile as she thanked the stars and the earth and all the Valar that they had been so blessed to have neither an overlooked daughter nor a second son. Their children, she swore, would never know the suffering that had scared their parents’ lives, and that, she knew, was a sign of the happier days she had been promised all those years ago.

#thank you!!!!!!!!#asks

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long-cosmos-overhead · 4 years

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Elrond x Reader Immense Jealously

Prompt: So I have request it would be Elrond x Reader. She is Elrond's adviser along with Lindir. And she is friends with Arwen. Both are in love with each other, (Elrond and Reader) and Arwen knows that. So she tries to pair them up with telling Elrond that she (Reader) already loves someone. Elrond not wanting to ruin happiness of his beloved at first does nothing, and rejects Arwen's advice of going after Reader. But eventually his jealousy gets better of him. and for ending... Maybe start it with angst but end happy? Maybe just a little bit smutty?

(I do not own LoTR or The Hobbit/gif not mine)

Love was such a beautiful yet deadly emotion. It reminded you that of a rose, stunning and sweet yet you could bleed yourself in vain just to touch it. The sheer feeling of love could not be misused for it was the purest and most powerful of feelings a person could ever comprehend. It is deep rooted, firm and euphoric. Love had been on your mind a lot, it were like a raging war took place in your head occupying each inch of your mind with the roses of a thousand bled over by the unrequited, lost and fearful.

You had met a man many moons ago and ever since you had been stood in a field of roses. He was kind and fair forever holding a gentle touch. His face resembled neither explicitly young nor old, in a way he was ageless yet his eyes spoke the stories of thousands of years. With those stories came wisdom, you were certain he held the most wisdom of any to grace Middle Earth. He was perfect to you utterly captivating. You knew you loved this man just the mention of his name had you feeling all sorts of happy. You loved Elrond.

Morning sun rose above the horizon splitting through the glass of your window gracing your skin in its warm golden hues. The silver hairbrush slowly parting your hair in preparation of your fingers to weave the strands together. Hair was the most naturally beautiful thing in Elven culture. Hours spent braiding the most intimate designs into loved ones hair, never once did an elf tire of it for it was one of the finest declarations of love one could give. To touch an elves hair was that of very high honour.

“Y/n, my father requires your presence.”

You turned around, your dress greacefully swinging at the hem to see Arwen. She was your dearest friend having met when you first entered Rivendell. Arwen had been the first to welcome you with kindness and a friendship which had only grown stronger as time passed. Not to mention the beauty she held, at times you found yourself a little jealous of her natural looks.

“Arwen, Mellon, it’s good to see you on this morning, come walk with me a while.”

She took her place next to your side walking down each corridor basked in the spring light. Each step you took closer to Elrond made your stomach flutter wildly. You tried to hide your nervousness from Arwen however she seemed to have a way of getting at exactly what was on your mind.

“Tell me Y/n, how are things with Elrond?”

Your cheeks dusted pink at the mention of his name, something which did not got unnoticed by Arwen. Your mind wracked over every memory of him it could before you shut of your thoughts stumbling a little over your words.

“It is all going well.” Your words sounding more like a question than a statement.

Arwen knew you had fallen deep in love and by the same reaction and frequency of need for your presence on Elronds side, he had fallen for you too. It was obvious really just the way you looked at each other held more meaning than worlds colliding and stars falling from the sky. You couldn’t stop blushing at the mention of his name and he couldn’t bear a day without you. You were each other’s perfect company, your love burned brighter than a flame. Either you or Elrond had to confess.

Elrond stood watching you from afar. You were stunning, a blinding supernova composed of beauty and grace. The evening sun glowing on your skin tinting you golden was truly a captivating sight. Your hair braided so precisely he almost wished you would braid your hair for him but most of all he wholeheartedly begged that one day he could comb his fingers through your silky tresses creating a design only you would ever be worthy of. However stripping away the vanity of his thoughts he purely wanted you, your kindness, your warmth, your love. Just you being around him seemed to make hours pass quicker and his mood alter. Smiles drew to his face increasingly so and for a moment, just looking at you, he felt completely at peace.

“She is in love, father.”

Elrond couldn’t help but feel a familiar sensation crawl over his heart. He knew a young, beautiful, kind woman as yourself could not fall for him. You would be throwing away your freedom should you have chosen him. He’d walked Middle Earth far longer than you had, in a way he felt deceived by himself for clinging to the hope of nothingness.

“Love is a beauty of this world, Arwen, I only wish the elf she loves will reciprocate such immense compassion.” His eyes never strayed from you; only now they held a solemn sadness.

“There is no mistaking how you look at her, why not pursue her heart?”

Elrond didn’t respond immediately. Love was a new warming sensation upon your heart and such feeling he could not stand in the way of. Elrond could not complicate your emotions, you had a life ahead of you, a path to take, a person to share your heart with. He had lived love, he had had his chances with love but he had also been broken by the very foundations of euphoric sensations of happiness something of which he could not put you through for doing so he would surely break his own heart. Elrond knew he could not let his desires seize your heart.

“I cannot peruse a woman who’s heart belongs with other.” In a twisted way letting you go broke him.

However the heart wants what it wants. Each passing day Elrond found his desire growing, spiralling into lust and jealously he wished for your love so immensely despite every effort to surpress it. He feared it were only a matter of time before his heart acted impulsively wrapping you in its selfish decisions. Elrond loved you. He’d say it a thousand times over to ease the longing he felt. His mind could only ever think of you, his body drawn to you and his eyes seeping everything his heart felt exposing him to his own venerability.

Elrond turned fairly cold towards you since the day you spoke with Arwen and it stung. What you did you couldn’t fathom and in all honestly you thought the pair of you had grown fairly close but alas you were obviously mistaken. You felt as though a cold blade had been rammed through your heart. In a way Elrond had broken your heart without even owning it. You tried the first few times to converse with him, his mood appearing to be a bad day and nothing more however weeks of the same cold treatment began to speak volumes and you gave up trying to speak. You and Elrond had gone moons exchanging only professional words between you. You became overwhelmed in sadness so much that you only spoke to few. You were bleeding in vain.

Elrond was gritting his teeth upon watching you. He missed you, your company and your way of making everything seem a little easier, however he somewhat knew the distance between you made you happy. Now he wasn’t so sure his choice was the right one. A dark, intense pit of jealousy spiralled through his body. In truth it had been growing since the day he turned cold, you had gone to others for support that of which included Lindir. He was one of your closest friends and never failed to lighten your mood. You had been staying at Lindir’s side a lot recently and bubbles of laughter were pouring from your mouth. Elronds gaze never left yours but he couldn’t help the desire within himself any longer.

“Lady Y/n, I am in need of an advisor.” His words came out laced with bitter undertones yet the sadness behind his eyes wrote another story.

You sighed inaudibly and muttered a goodbye to Lindir, following Elrond out of the gardens into a secluded area. You were tired of being treated as a worker instead of a friend like you used to. All the times you’d have joking around and spending a great deal of spare time together were fading into mother but painful memories. You still loved him without a doubt but those feelings would never see the light of day you were certain.

Elrond was so close to telling you. His heart and mind speaking in sync both trying desperately to free themselves to the open light of love. It took just three words to tell you bluntly, a sentence to spill his feelings and a book to explain them. Everything was telling him to do it yet fear loomed in the back of his mind. The fear that he’d never live to see love again. The fear that he’d never get to be close to you again, that he’d go back to being Lord Elrond of Rivendell and nothing more.

“Y/n, I must confess something.” You tried to keep your mind straight but your heart hammered against your chest.

“You make me feel unlike any other, when I am around you my heart speaks for me rather than my head. It speaks for you and I am unable to deny its power. Every waking day my feelings for you only grow stronger. I am aware of your feelings of another but I fear if I don’t confess I will be haunted by it for the rest of my life. Y/n I am in love with you.”

Taking your shocked expression as a sign of rejection, he took his part swiftly walking away. There were no tears to accompany his broken heart it were truly an awful feeling a part of him was missing and he felt nothing.

You didn’t even think when running after him nor did you when you cried his name all you could do was follow what your heart bled for.

“Elrond, that other elf, it’s you.”

His expression changed and he started into your eyes looking for deception yet only desperation and love looked back. He was so confused and uncertain yet his heart felt as if it had doubled in size.

“But Arwen-”

“She meant you, Elrond I love you.”

The missing piece of his heart was replaced by something so much stronger and his eyes glittered in adoration both of you standing just staring into each other’s eyes made you the most powerful people in all of Middle Earth. You were one both of your emotions in a burning flame greater than life and for a moment it were as if the world went quiet and only you and Elrond existed. Such power cut the reigns on your actions and Elrond took your face in one hand backing you against the wall and kissed you.

He was a gentle kisser yet build up desire and jealousy guided his actions. His other arm snaked around your waist and the one that rested on your cheek pressed on the back of your neck. There was no distance parting you and Elrond, nothing to stop him from relishing you. He’d wanted your touch and affection so long it seemed as if he wasn’t able to stop himself.

Momentarily, he parted for breath as did you although the sudden loss of contact left you a little colder however it didn’t last long as he pressed his lips onto yours once again. This time he was rougher hands brushing over your skin making you shudder, your body was flushed tightly against his yet there was an element of gentleness. It wasn’t in his nature to be harsh or rough just in the way he pulled you to him was gentle, his desperate grip still left room for comfort or for you to pull away. Even with such immense desire, he still knew to be kind and treat you well.

His grip was tight when he pulled you off to his quarters. He wanted to show you how much you truly meant to him.

#elrond x reader #elrond x reader fluff #elrond imagine #elrond fluff imagine #elrond jealous imagine #elrond #lord elrond #lotr #the hobbit #ask #request

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sylvanfreckles · 3 years

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Day Nine: Midwinter

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (Over the Mountain and Through the Wood)

Summary: Aragorn arrives at Thranduil's palace to celebrate the mindwinter feast with Legolas.

(Note: I have an upcoming series called "Over the Mountain and Through the Wood" that's basically a fantasy adventure series of Legolas and Aragorn's adventures in Middle-Earth. It's less angsty than the Mellon Chronicles, and has a lot of headcanon I've developed. I'll list the ones from this story at the end.)

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“Aragorn! You made it!” Legolas held his arms out in a welcoming gesture as he swept into the room. “Old Bellyacher thought for sure the storm would keep you away. You earned me a new belt, my friend.”

The ranger let out a snort of laughter at his friend's antics. “Your brother was betting against me?” The thought of Belegdur, Legolas's stern older brother, doing something as trivial as betting whether a guest would arrive before a winter storm seemed uncharacteristic.

“Well, he doesn't know about your winter horse,” Legolas explained. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, watching the attendant take Aragorn's wet and muddy boots and cloak away to be cleaned and dried. The ranger was now wearing a pair of stiff, soft-soled leather shoes like most of the inhabitants of Thranduil's keep. Not that boot were forbidden, but tramping around an underground fortress in wet footwear was distinctly uncomfortable.

“And you didn't tell him about Song,” Aragorn guessed. For most of the year he rode a bay gelding that had been a gift from his foster father, Eldrond of Rivendell. But in the winter, when the snows of the north washed up in drifts as high as a man's head, most of the rangers turned to the sturdy, powerful animals favored by the local farmers. Song of Thunder was a tall, broad-shouldered mare with the strong build of her sires, a thick mane and tail, and long forelocks that nearly brushed the ground. The war horses of the north were not as fast as the steeds of Rohan, but they were strong and dependable and much more suited for the perilous winter weather.

“Why would I give away my advantage?” his friend asked, pulling Aragorn into an embrace. “Besides, he hated that belt and I needed a gift for Bard next time I go to Dale. Now everyone's happy.”

Aragorn shook his head and looped his pack over one shoulder. “Even Belegdur.”

“He's happy in his way,” Legolas replied airily, leading the way through the halls to the chambers that were reserved for Aragorn's visits. The ranger looked around happily, admiring the palace of the Elvenking in winter. Bright-colored tapestries were hung on the walls to block the chill in the stone and fires were lit in every hearth. The wood-elves moved into the palace for the long, bitter winter, and thus the halls were filled with merry voices and laughter.

“I had hot water sent up,” the elf added as they reached Aragorn's room. “You can wash and change before we join my father and the others.”

“Thank you,” Aragorn's shoulders relaxed in relief when he entered the room. The fire was burning to warm the chamber, and the walls were blanketed in swirling designs of blue and silver, as a nod to the household of Elrond. “That one's new,” he remarked, nodding at one of the tapestries. It was of a silvery tree, with stars peering out through the gaps between its branches.

“Ah, yes. Tathariel's betrothed made that,” Legolas called, as Aragorn slipped behind the room's dressing screen. There was a basin of steaming water next to a small table, where towels and a shaving razor had been laid out.

“Tathariel?” Aragorn frowned to himself. He remembered the name, but not the elf in question.

“She works the northern watch patrol. I think you've met her.”

Aragorn nodded silently. He wiped off the dust and sweat of travel—the palace had indoor baths, but they were not in use at this time of day, so this would have to be enough—and quickly scraped away the stubble on his chin and cheeks. He would have to hope the clothes in his pack weren't too wrinkled...though he doubted there was anything to match the finery of court. Legolas had assured him that the midwinter celebrations were not a formal event, and he wanted to trust his friend...but an elf's definition of “not formal” might not be in line with that of a ranger's.

He stepped back around the screen, wiping the last of the water off his face. Legolas had been busy laying clothes out on the bed—trousers, shirt, and tunic. Not anything Aragorn had packed for the journey, and he approached the bed to stare down at the clothes worriedly.

There was no getting around it. He and Legolas just weren't the same size. While Aragorn was trim and fit for a human, he still had the broad-shouldered build of a man of Numenor, and Legolas had the willowy grace of an elf of Mirkwood.

“Don't look like that,” Legolas teased, flicking him on the arm with the backs of his fingers. “Father had these made for you, to keep in the palace here. He didn't want you to worry about something as trivial as clothes when you visit us.”

Aragorn sucked in a breath, glancing over at his friend. Legolas smiled fondly at him and nodded at the clothes before turning to Aragorn's pack to unload it. “Wear them well, Ranger. We do not dress all of our visitors so grandly.”

The clothes were made in the fashion of the men of Dale. A hip-length wool tunic over a loose linen shirt, both dyed in deep blue and gray. The breeches were black, and they were wool as well, which always felt a little...fragile...to Aragorn after the leathers he wore for the rangers.

“What's this?” Legolas's puzzled voice pulled Aragorn out of his thoughts. He turned around in time to see the elf pull a fabric-wrapped bundle out of the pack and lunged for it with a yelp.

“That's nothing!” Aragorn protested. Legolas held the bundle away, mischief lighting in his blue eyes.

“Nothing? It doesn't look liked nothing.”

“Give it back!”

“Doesn't feel like nothing,” Legolas hefted it in his hand a few times, easily dancing out of Aragorn's reach, then lifted it to his face for an exaggerated sniff. “Smells like leather, not nothing. I think you're lying, Ranger.”

“Legolas!” Aragorn lunged, managing to get one arm around the elf's waist. Legolas gave a shout and tossed the bundle to one side, and Aragorn managed to push the elf over before diving to catch the bundle up and hide it behind his back.

“Come now, Aragorn,” Legolas protested with a laugh. “Why so secretive?”

The heat was rising in Aragorn's cheeks and he looked down, refusing to meet his friend's merry eyes. “It's just nothing.”

“If it's nothing than you can let me see it, hmm?”

Aragorn backed away until his legs hit the bed. He was conscious of his half-dressed state—he hadn't quite managed to pull the linen shirt over his head before Legolas had found the bundle. He wouldn't be able to make a run out of the palace like this, shirtless and clad only in wool breeches and a pair of soft-soled elven shoes.

“All right,” Legolas raised his hands, laughing. “If it's so important to you, Aragorn.”

It was important. It was also embarrassing and so, so stupid. Why had he done it? It wasn't like gift-giving was a particular tradition among the elves...not for midwinter, anyway. That was a human thing, and as close as he and Legolas were the elf was still an elf.

“It's a gift,” he finally admitted, holding the bundle of fabric out. “The rangers have a tradition of exchanging gifts for midwinter. I brought...this is for you.”

Legolas's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but to Aragorn's relief he took the bundle without another word. Quietly, almost solemnly, the elf unrolled the plain fabric to reveal a pair of leather bracers. “These are for me?”

“I had them made. They're...” Aragorn's voice trailed off. He felt small, and ignorant, and far too young. Who was he to think an elf would appreciate a gift from a mortal?

But Legolas was studying the bracer's closely, holding them up so that the firelight caught the grooves of the tooled leather. “This is when we first met!” he exclaimed, a pleased smile lighting up his face.

Aragorn relaxed a little, half-sitting on the bed. The design had taken some time, many long nights spent with the rangers' armorer working out the pattern to apply to the bracers. At the cuff against the wrist were two figures, one with a sword and one with a bow, while at the elbow's end an avalanche tumbled down the side of a snow-covered mountain. Midway down the mountain the rolling snow became the heads of snarling wolves, all intent on charging the two figures at the far end of the bracer.

“Aragorn, these are wonderful!” Legolas exclaimed. “The craftsmanship is excellent—why were you so shy about this, my friend?”

He studied the floor for a moment. “It seemed...it's a ranger tradition, Legolas. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate.”

Legolas threw his head back with a laugh. He dug a hand into the pocket of his tunic and pulled something out, flipping it toward Aragorn. “I was planning on pinning this to your cloak before it was returned to you, then marveling over it the next time you put your cloak on.”

Aragorn caught the small, silvery object and cradled it in the palm of his hand. It was a cloak pin, in dark silver. It was shaped like a leaf, but the intricate design was of a sprawling tree with bare branches reaching toward the sky. Just at the top, an eagle was flying over the tree with a star clasped in its talons.

It wasn't the tree, but it was close enough for those who knew. Aragorn felt himself swallowing back a tear, and looked up at his friend in gratitude.

“Did you think rangers were the only ones who gave gifts at midwinter?” Legolas teased. “Now, come. Dress yourself, Aragorn. Tonight we feast and sing and laugh at bleak midwinter!”

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So. Wanna hear all about how Legolas and Aragorn fought an avalanche full of angry wolves?

Headcanon: 1) Legolas has an older brother named Belegdur. He's a throwback to when I was first writing LOTR fanfic. The two brothers look a lot like their father, except Belegdur has green eyes like Thranduil and Legolas has blue eyes like their mother 2) Aragorn and the other rangers ride draft horses in the winter. Think of the horses in Skyrim. Song of Thunder's name is based on the naming conventions my ex used to talk about for thoroughbreds, where part of one of the parents' names is including in the offspring's names 3) the tapestries on the walls is based off my first apartment, where I couldn't afford to keep the heat up very high. I figured out that hanging blankets on the walls blocked a lot of the chill and kept things warmer. 4) The Mirkwood elves have houses outside the palace, but in winter they all move into the palace to stay warm and share provisions. It's been a while since I read The Hobbit but I know the palace was described as the fortress of Thranduil's people 5) Legolas's mother is not dead, she sailed into the west with Celebrian because they were friends, and she chose to offer her companionship until their husbands could join them again. Thranduil accepted this at first, but his anger built until he shut Mirkwood off from the rest of Middle-Earth. So the fact that he had some clothes made for Aragorn shows that he's trying to move forward.

Please leave a like or a comment! I had a shit day at work or I wouldn’t ask, haha.

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Next time: Sweater - "You traitor!"

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Day Eight - Master List - Day Ten

#Lord of the rings #fanfic #over the mountain and through the wood #Aragorn #Legolas #Aragon and Legolas friendship #found family #no slash #lotr headcanon #midwinter #twelve days of fictmas 2020

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lavendersblued1llyd1lly · 3 years

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Rules for Requests

Requests Are: Closed, sorry

Hello all! I got an anon asking about rules, I did try to answer, but my tumblr messed up and now I’ve lost the ask. So I decided just to lay it out in this post.

First off, I will write for:

Supernatural

LOTR

Sherlock

Star Trek

Star Wars

Doctor Who

Disney

Pirates of the Caribbean

D.C

Marvel

Narnia

Merlin

and TMNT( Whichever version you would like, if not stated, I will automatically do the 2014 movie)

I also love old tv, I will write for old tv shows and movies. Such as the old MacGyver, Happy Days, and Bonanza and other old shows and westerns. If there is any old movies or tv shows you wish there was fanfiction for, just ask, I’ll write it!

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I’m still trying to find my footing with this blog, so these may be temporary, but as of now, these are the rules.

Oneshots, Drabbles, and Head canons rules:

1. I’m only doing male x female for romantic writing at the moment, so please request as such if the pairing is romantic.

2. Specify your fandom please!

3. I can do character x character, but again, male x female only

4. It doesn’t have to be an x reader, you can just request a fun story about character/s if you just want a little more content than you get in your particular tv/movie/book fandom etc.

5. No smut, lemon, or self-harm

6. I will do angst if requested, and it I will put it as a warning. But unless it’s requested, I won’t do anything needing warnings. My favorite to write is fluff, and I don’t using any swearing.

7. Last, but not least, be nice! This is a friendly blog, if you request, reblog, or interact with this blog in anyway, I just ask that you’re not mean. If you need someone to talk to, you’re welcome here!

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Matchup Rules

Pretty similar to the rules above:

1. Male x female only

2. Specify your fandom and gender

3. The limit for fandoms you can request is 3 per matchup ask, I don’t mind if you ask for 3 more fandoms later on, but per ask, only 3 at a time please!

4. For every fandom you ask for, I will do one person for each of them

5. How you describe yourself is up to you, you can do personality or looks, or both, whatever you’re most comfortable with!

Well that’s all I can think of! If you have any other questions, don’t be afraid to ask or message!

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relishredshoes · 3 years

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Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group. (sharing here Admin approved)

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Hello Ciule and welcome to Behind the Quill, thank-you for sitting down with us for a chat.

SS/HG readers might be familiar with your stories “Awkward” and “Headmaster’s Wife”.

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name? Well, I sort of took one of my real names, swirled the letters around in the air with my imaginary wand, and I ended up with this. Can’t begin to imagine where I got the idea from... ;-) Later on, I realized that Ciule is actually a name in Romania. I had no idea, but there are people out there carrying this name for real. I guess I’m #sorrynotsorry? Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most? To be quite frank: No one, really. This is more about the characters I like, than truly identifying with them. I can relate to parts of some of them, but not the whole package. Primarily, I write about Hermione, Voldemort and Severus, and the one common thread between those three is the search for knowledge. That’s a trait I can identify with, but I’m neither an evil bastard, a grumpy protector nor a fretting, intelligent activist. I am, however, a swot. If you had asked who I’d want to be, the answer is clear. I want to be Albus Dumbledore. Though I can’t agree with the things he did, I feel absolutely certain that he’s the one who has the most fun during the books. I want to have that twinkling fun in face of absolute chaos. Do you have a favourite genre to read (not in fic, just in general)? Fantasy! Definitely fantasy. While growing up, I read ‘everything’ in every genre, and in my twenties, I decided I’d spend my time reading what I loved the most. So, fantasy it is. Do you have a favourite "classic" novel? You landed me in an existential crisis right there. I mean, there’s so many to choose from! ‘Wuthering Heights’, I think. It hurts so good. Or maybe ‘Rebecca’, at least, I loved that when I was younger. Or the fairly obscure ‘Lorna Doone.’ When I was a kid, I wanted to be a film director, shooting Lorna Doone into an epic film. Oh well, there might be a theme in this selection of books which reflects in my writing… At what age did you start writing? The creative process has gone on since forever. I’ve told myself thousands of stories in my head, but rarely written anything down. At the age of ten, I had a co-writing project with one of my friends. We created this secret room in her basement, and painstakingly wrote a ‘novel’. It was fun, though the writing ended as it became too cold down in the basement during winter. How did you get into writing fanfiction? In 2009, I became completely obsessed with a TV-show in the last episode. I was watching the entire series, casually enjoying the murder mystery, and in the last episode, the villain said: “I can do the math,” and I was literally gone. That obsession sparked writing my first fanfic stories. Those stories are still on FFnet, but they aren’t any good. *shrugs* What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? Compromise. The world isn’t a perfect place, and will never be. You can, however, make it more to your liking. It may not be perfect, but if you play the cards you are dealt, you might improve something. In Robert Jordan’s “the Wheel of Time”-series, one of the characters goes through a test in a parallel universe of sorts, and she thinks: “The world was not what she wanted, not anywhere near it.” I loved that: trying your best to make things as you want them to be in the face of dangers and difficulties. And then there’s time travel! I love messing with time, and there are so many great Time-travelling fics. Plus, I have to say I have a certain love for the villains... What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? Currently, I’m not writing for any other fandoms. I read Star Wars, GoT, POTO and LOTR, and in the past I read Smallville. Though it’s more of a type of ship for me, because I only read Reylo, SanSan, Erik/ Christine, Lex/Lana and ….drum roll… the extremely small and quite oddball ship of Eowyn/ Grìma Wormtongue. If you’ve never tried the last one, go search for the fantastic stories by auri_mynonys. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? One change: duh, that’s easy, isn’t it? Severus lives. Or, maybe Dumbledore acting more rational, not keeping so many secrets. Maybe telling McGonagall that Severus is on the Order’s side… (Interviewer is laughing - ”NOT so easy”) I do write Voldemort wins AUs, but I wouldn’t want canon Voldemort to win. I prefer him to be more sane than in canon. My absolute favourite piece of fanon has to be the Black library. I thought it was canon, but it’s not. This is a thing that really, really should exist in canon! Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet? I’m very much inspired by music, and sometimes I listen as I write, but not always. Some fics are heavily inspired by music, such as ‘Absence’ and the last epilogue to ‘The Manipulation of Time and Matter’. What are your favourite fanfictions of all time? Definitely ‘Two Steps from Hell,’ by the amazing Ssserpensssotia, but that’s a Volmione. This was such a wild ride, I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, holding my breath the entire time. Those twists and turns were so unpredictable and … Well, I’m in awe. The SS/HG fandom is so massive, there’s a plethora of great stories out there. The unfinished ‘Self-Slain Gods on Strange Altars’ is a wonderful story by scumblackentropy, and I love Slytherpoufs stories, especially the wip ‘Ghosts’, but also ‘Angels to Fly’. And then there’s the one that got away - it means, I can’t find it. In this story, Severus watches the thestrals, befriending one of them, I think, but they’re unpredictable and maybe even dangerous. He’s heartbroken, and knows how it all will go down, having bitterly accepted his role. It made me cry. And then there’s the works by Aurette, and lena1987, Subversa, Kittenshift… Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process? I need (strike that: want) to draft the entire story before I post, to have some idea on how it goes. That makes it easier to write, but if it’s a long story, I’m happy as long as I know the general direction. This year, I finished a story that was on an unintended hiatus for two years, and I think part of my problem on getting back into writing it up was a too vague idea for the ending. What is your writing genre of choice? Uh. I don’t know? Basically, you could argue that I’m a porn writer, or at least it’s fuelled by sexual tension and angst. So, romance or drama, bordering on erotica might be correct. To be frank, I haven’t really thought about categories after I started posting on AO3. Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why? Hard to say. I might go with “the Manipulation of Time and Matter,” because I think it’s the best plot I’ve created. Besides, I managed to write Hermione having a relationship with both Severus and Voldemort in the same fic. My favourite “clean” SSHG would be the short story ‘Grimmauld’. Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it? In Grimmauld, the house became a character. That was unexpected, and not something I had planned from the beginning. So the lesson would be “don’t start posting until you know what’s going to happen.” Or else, this story might have turned out very much different. I had to throw in a little made-up lore on how you set blood wards on a house too to make it sentient. That proved to be a quite chilling piece of magic. How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write? I love old houses. Exploring abandoned houses, going inside to see what remains of furniture, tapestries and everything is so exciting. (It can also be dangerous, but that’s another matter). Such houses makes me feel .. nostalgic, plus I get those nice little shivers down your spine that is a little like a horror story. So, I wanted to use Grimmauld as a setting to explore that in a fic, to really dig into the aching loneliness of a lost house. The story came very quickly to me, so I guess that helped me. What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing? Big question there. Hmm, I think … it’s hard to say. I’m a reader, really, and I couldn’t easily pick apart any influences. Though I have to say that one of the things I enjoyed when reading ‘Two Steps From Hell’ was the attention to magic. I think it’s important to include spells, rituals and the use of magic in my fics, because that’s what sets it apart from a Muggle AU, for example. That’s an important part of the world-building. Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction? My significant other knows. I didn’t tell him, but he found out for himself, probably by spying on me. When he told me, I almost couldn’t stop laughing, because he… erm, he said he had thought about reenacting a scene in my PWP ‘Twenty Points to Gryffindor’, where Severus shouts the title as he… well… you get the gist. If he had done that, I’d have had a heart attack. I would literally be dead. Instead, I laughed non stop for an hour. How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"? Haha, so true. You spend all those hours in front of your laptop - and if I wasn't motivated by doing it for myself, I can’t even see how I’d force myself through all those hours. It’s fun, though. I do this because I love it. How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media? Very important. I'm on the publishing sites (visible interaction is why I prefer AO3 instead of FFnet) and on Facebook, mainly. I love feedback (as all authors do), and when people form theories or make comments, I get an insight into my own writing. I know how it’s going to pan out, but the audience doesn’t, and how they perceive things might be different from how I think it is. At times, it influences how I go forward, mostly because I need to add things, to explain what’s going on. What is the best advice you've received about writing? Don’t post until you know the ending, and remember: the devil on your left shoulder will be at war with the angel on the right side. Listen to the angel telling you to wait a little longer, and not to the devil chanting: ‘Post, post, post!’ In the end, of course, you’ll give in to the devil, regretting it until you’re done. What do you do when you hit writer's block? Read. Read a lot. And read some more. Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing? Certainly. I’m a foodie. For example, everything that Voldemort eats is stuff I love. His food habits are primarily mine, and I love cooking. Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser? It’s a short piece, maybe three or four chapters, with the title ‘Transference’. The point of departure from canon is during their time in the tent at DH. Hermione wakes up in a bed, in a room she doesn’t recognize, having no idea where she is, but she spots a large, moving picture on the drawer: Feeling panic rising, she stared hard at the moving and smiling pictures, and her heart leapt into her throat, pulse hammering as she recognized herself in the largest picture. A slightly older Hermione, in a white wedding dress, kissing and laughing at someone who simply had to be a much younger Severus Snape. It had to be him: Long black hair, hooked nose, sallow skin - but then he looked so young, carefree and happy - expressions she had never seen on her dour Professor's face. Beside the picture, there were numerous cards, greetings and well-wishings for their wedding - the date an impossible 21 August 1982, and amongst the cards, the largest one stood out, the black ink showing an elegant handwriting: “Dear Hermione and Severus! Best wishes for your wedding, Lord Voldemort.” Any words of encouragement to other writers? Read and write, in that order. Don’t worry about trolls, because when you contribute something that you created, it makes you so much more than people spending their time just raining on anyone’s parade. You brought something new to the world, they’re just reacting to things. If someone accuses you of a self-insert, go ahead and lecture them on the intentional fallacy. I promise, you won’t regret looking it up. ;-) And please, mind the normal physical limits when you’re writing smut. Unless you give the male a stamina potion or put him under the Imperius, it’s unlikely that his refractory period allows him to come five times in one hour. Realistic smut is so much more sexy, lol. Thanks again for speaking with us Ciule.

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Evan Evagora did an AMA involving the Star Trek Shitposting Facebook Group - the questions and answers below were copy/pasted direct from the collated master post. Evan is a member of the group, who participates under an unknown pseudonym.

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AMA Master Post!

Thanks so much to Evan Evagora for taking time out of his day for our AMA earlier. To make the questions and answers easier for ya'll to find, here they all are together below.

Q: How does my love of cats compare to Elnor?

A: Im actually more of a dog person, there was a scene that had Elnor and spot 2 unite briefly but unfortunately it didn’t leave the editing room

Q: How familiar was I with Star Trek before and did I have to do research?

A: I grew up with TNG, I’d have to say either worf, Guinan or Q are my favourite characters. And I was given episodes to watch that were to help with information before filming Picard

Q: How was I prepped to deal with the crazy fans?

A: I got told to join Star Trek shitposting 😉. Not but in all seriousness, it was Jonathan Frakes who gave me advice on entering the world of fandom from the other side and he said it’s been nothing short of a pleasure

Q: So if Hugh had survived would they have made out?

A: what happens on the cube stays on the cube

Q: My favourite moment of s1

A: getting to slice that romulans head off

Q: How did I hear about Star Trek shitposting?

A: most of the crew is either a part of the group or knows about, one of the amazing hair and make up ladies got me into I think my first or second day

Q: If I had to be Tuvixed with someone excluding elnor?

A: mirror verse Elnor, nah worf to be honest

Q: What is something I’d like to do in season 2

A: Id like to see Elnor and spot 2 together

Q: How am I passing my time woth quarantine?

A: ama for the gronp! Nah I’ve just been reading, writing and also the contact I’m having with the fans too has really helped a lot

Q: If I had to quarantine with any of my costars who would it be and why

A: I’d go with hardy treadaway he’s got the nicest place

Q: What am I hoping to see in Elnor’s future

A: Inner peace, contentment and possibly shorter hair?

Q: Am I intimidated by working on a show with such a big fan base?

A: no I grew up with Star Trek, you’re really in a bubble of filming when you’re making the show, it all didn’t really hit home until the first trailer at San Diego

Q: Would I consider playing Elnor as non binary

A: I’ve seen a lot of debate and discussion about not only my character but others in the series, if there is something that connects you with a character on this show and it resonates with you, even if it’s shown, not shown or hinted at I’m all for it. I am not for the constant belittlement, bullying and criticism of not only the characters on the show but also other fans. It really does break my heart reading comments where people aren’t welcoming of one another, because that is the whole reason why Trek has bought so many together and by spewing these disgusting cruel words out your not only showing the world you don’t understand the meaning behind the show, you also are destroying the thing that makes us all love it

Q: Is there Australia on romulas

A: yeah they have a down under I’m sure of it. No the accent can easily be explained with, Elnor left romulas at a young age, moved to a planet with different species and languages spoken so that influenced his accent

Q: Have I seen Elnor fan fiction and art?

A: yeah some of it has been really amazing! And some others have been...creative

Q: How excited am I to make home movies with my action figures?

A: my plan is to buy everyone’s, make them record audio and then film shit using the dolls and their voices

Q: Are you playing animal crossing?

A: I’ve preordered it because they’ve sold out here in aus, but in playing civ 6 to pass time and Mario party

Q: Did I get to try Romulan ale?

A: no I wish, I’m kind of hoping for a scene next year where Elnor gets drunk for the first time

Q: What character did I wish would appear in our show?

A: one word, one letter Q

Q: What’s my background have I been acting long?

A: Picard was my third acting gig, and the first project to release, so I have got some experience acting and I have previous work but it has either just aired or is going to next year

Q: Please my friend choose a charity you would like us to donate to

A: food bank

Q: Favourite ninja turtle

A: it’s always been Raph and always will be

Q: Do I know much about Elnors background

A: I know things that haven’t been mentioned yet, but also given his character is new and season 1 just finished, hopefully some of those things are explored

Q: How would o feel about the fan theory that Spock is my father

A: I mean, I’m not really sure, I can always shoot Ethan a message and ask him what he thinks too

Q: Which classic episode trope would I like to see?

A: mirror universe

Q: Can we look forward to more ninja representation?

A: is Elnor not enough? ☹️

Q: Were there any particular characters I drew inspiration from, any elves?

A: there’s a particular group of people I think Elnor might have been inspired from. Can I just say how cool it would be if Elnor is just cosplaying as an elf because Picard left him a copy of Lotr when he was young

Q: Would I be open to exploring Elnors sexuality in s2 and what would it be?

A: I am totally open for that, and as for Elnors sexuality, I’m not sure he’s only 17 he’s just left his planet and gone off on an adventure where he openly knew the success may lead in his death or others he hasn’t had time to figure himself out so seeing his sexuality explored would be amazing

Q: What stories did you hear about working on precious trek series from the OG actors?

A; So we found out Michael Dorn used to muddle his lines up because he was normally the last close up of the day. They used to put bets on to see how many takes he’d have to do. All I must add in very fun spirits nothing ever malicious or mean

Q: My long term career goals

A: id like to keep pursuing more roles I’m acting, I’m a big writer and have some projects I’m looking at getting created but right now I’d say I’m just here to learn and grow

Q: What do I write?

A: right now I’m working on three screenplays and two pilots most of the stuff I’ve written is just sitting on my hard drive just waiting to be used

Q: Ever fried an egg, buttered and vegemite'd some toast and eaten it like a sandwich?

A: what I just read, scared the crap out of me, I love vegemite but the most I’ll do is add cheese to it

Q: What is one of my favourite stories about s1

A: Jeri Ryan and I had a scene together in the borg cube (what a queen she made!) it was shooting at night and I think it was the final shot of the day, we couldn’t keep a straight face and just laughed through about fifteen takes

Q: Are you a big fan of fandom besides Trek?

A: Star Wars, lotr, the magician series Raymond e feist, a song of fire and ice series, avatar last air bender and legend of Korra (would love to play zuko) and of course Batman (fav Jason Todd as the hood)

Q: Could I see myself playing Elnor for six or seven years?

A: as long as there’s a good story that myself and fans will enjoy, but if it didn’t meet my expectations no. And also hopefully the writers and creators would want to

Q: My top TNG eps are in no particular order

I borg, all good things, tapestry, the measure of a man and all good things

I’ll also add I borg especially because it’s just cool seeing where Hugh began and how he ended up

Q: How did I land the role of Elnor?

A: I was on a break from filming Fantasy Island (a movie based off the old tv show) and I was home for pilot season which is when they cast for shows, I had two weeks of daily auditions before I was due to fly back and start filming again, two days before I was meant to leave I got an audition for Picard, the script had a code name and Elnors name was Kbar on it, but I was told it was Star Trek. I went into the room and thought I didn’t do a very good job, then I flew to film and two days later I was told I’ve made a list of people being considered, after a few more auditions and a couple of phone calls from producers and everything I found myself on a plane to LA five weeks later

Q: Have I made friends among the cast?

A: no, we tried really hard to become friends, but unfortunately we ended up becoming a family instead. Everything we say in interviews about us getting along is all true and not fake. I’m the newest to acting out of everyone so I was kind of of shocked to find out that how close we all are isn’t necessarily how it will be when I shoot other projects, so I think we just got lucky or they casted really well

Q: Have the Picard people seen your memes?

A: yes I’ve shown them the memes from the page, I’ve shown everyone including Patrick we find most of them funny (some shocking)

Not shocking in a bad way

Unexpected I should say

Q: How do I feel about the ears?

A: I wore them so much they came up in my dreams, but they were the easiest thing to apply onto me

Q: Which non tng character would I like to see return?

A: I wouldn’t mind seeing the doctor

Q: The most relatable Star Trek character?

A: Look for me growing up it was Wesley, i just picked anyone who was the young one. And I grew up with my sisters and was always being told I’m either wrong, an idiot or just to shut up

Q: Did I have previous martial arts experience before the show?

A: I have a background in boxing which helps when it comes to movement, reflexes and just all around fitness for stunts. I didn’t have any sword fighting experience before we began training for the show however

Q: How do you think being raised by an order of women affected Elnor?

A: I think it gave him a healthy understanding of not only the strength and resilience of women but I think he understands not only gender equality but just equality in general and I think that’s directly to do with growing up in a sect of all female warrior nuns

Q: What is a type of meme you would like to see more of in the group?

A: I love all the memes in the group, I hardly like any of them now incase someone figures out who I am though ahahah

Q: Favorite recent memes?

A: See my comment below

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It’s a Head Scratcher Pt 2

Pt 1 - here is pt 2 for you @deepestfirefun

All – @himoverflowers, @theincaprincess, @aspiringtranslator, @sweeticedtea, @ggbbhehe4455, @thegreyberet, @patanghill17, @jesgisborne, @curvestrology, @alishlieb, @jogregor, @armitageadoration, @fizzyxcustard, @here2have-fun, @lilith15000, @marvels-ghost, @catthefearless, @imjusthereforthereads, @c-s-stars

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The warmth of a hand ruffling across the side of his neck had Thorin’s head tilting back allowing the stirring giant dog sweetly from his sleep. Lowly your voice in a gentle hum stated, “It is only a warning for sails.”

“Hmm?” His low grumble followed by the snapping open of his eyes in the slowing of the ships song to the trilling whistle ringing far louder in his ears than yours.

Yet again your hand stroked through his fur and his head tilted again in your hum of, “Back to sleep now. It’s Uncle Maglor’s day to swap the sails.” A final slowing stroke came in your sigh drawing back your arm to lay on your chest promptly covered by his head making you giggle in his wiggle closer to you urging your other arm over his shoulder and onto his back. “Knew you were a softie.”

In a grumble he replied unintelligibly to you, “Watch it.”

Another chime of the clock sounded and as the golden light of the sun poured from the uncovered half of the wall filling the room now including the half formerly cast in shadows now filling with light stirring a flutter from your eyes in your waking inhale. Above you Thorin already was awake, as he had been for the past ten minutes taking in your slumbering expressions. Peeking out at him a soft giggle escaped you and you inhaled shifting to sit up as he hopped up with an eager wag of his curved tail, “Let me get ready then we can get you some food, Thorin.”

Up off the bed he hopped and followed you in your stroll to the bathroom leaning against the counter in watching you brush your teeth and when you left him outside the smaller water closet you could hear him huff and lean against the wall only to pop up again when you stepped out to start undoing your braid you brushed out catching his mesmerized stare up at your shimmering curls you worked back into another braid. Giggling to yourself you went back to your closet to fetch his brush making him wiggle excitedly in your crouch to help work the section of his fur pressed down from sleep.

“As soon as I get my body back I will be returning the favor. I can picture the braid I will give you now.” Giggling in his continued grumbles and soft barking conversation while you returned is brush to your closet where you changed into another pair of grey pants layered with your weapons after adding your socks and boots. A marigold silken sleeveless top was layered by a pale blue corseted top you matched with a corresponding rouged skirt you set aside along with the matching feathered hat.

Through the halls you led the way to the kitchen stirring the eyes of all on you in inspecting Thorin mid rant, at the filling of his food bowl however is conversation halted with a huff as he sat eyeing the wet food you had added to the larger bowl of dry food. Huan beside him tried to comfort him only to hear his ranting on about how he should be feasting in the halls of his fathers muffling with each bite between stolen glances at you enjoying your meal with your family. With Caranthir on dish duty you and Thorin left the kitchen, in a glance over your shoulder you grinned at him saying, “You should see something.”

Along the way to the upper deck passing the sight of Caranthir at the wheel after trading off with Beren to give him the day to sleep you caught the early morning breeze whipping your hair to the side in the cooling ruffle of his own thick wavy fur across his full body making him shiver. Crossing the shimmering metal deck now resembling opals reflecting the sunlight and clouds scattered above you. Right to the half wall you led him and pointed out, wide eyed he looked out over the ocean shimmering and swaying below you under your oddly silent ship swimming towards the island in the distance growing by the moment. All at once however a floating dragon skeleton hanging off to the port side parted Thorin’s lips, the net latched around it and harpoon lodged in its chest the only signs of possible reasons for how it remained aloft.

“We’ve been seeing them more and more, Dragons. That one was just barely to adulthood.” Thorin’s eyes shifted from the body to your face again, “Ada used to tell me these stories, from when he was little. See, he didn’t always live here, these lands used to be part of Aman, then the Kinslayings occurred and these lands were sent away. Our ancestors say this is our afterlife, none worthy of Valinor, having to earn forgiveness from the Valar. Every new moon you can see them, the roots they’re tangled in, the skeletons.” Thorin peered upwards, “Ungoliant assumed she’d destroyed them, the Two Trees, their roots are all around us. You can slice a tree to a stump but as long as the roots are strong it will sprout again. And each new moon the sun and moon meet in the sky and if some are chosen Earendil’s ship is allowed to pass to collect them from the roots gathering them up.”

Again Thorin peered all around looking for the roots then his eyes snapped back to you in your saying, “Naneth was chosen, when I was three. Ada tells me she was beautiful, not like me,” A low grumble sounded from Thorin making you chuckle and stroke the top of his head, “Now now, I only mean I take after Ada. Anyways, the roots, you’ll see them too in a couple weeks. For now, back to the skeletons, Ada says Morgoth in Arda was the ruin of it, poisoned and corrupted our kin stirring up wars, even a few Dwarves too. Mighty kingdoms brought down to ruins of what they once were. They all said he died, the Valar had cast him out of Aman to await the end of things. They said we were safe, but, we aren’t in Aman, and things are darkening and even with uncle Maedhros as President for 12000 years, they still won’t believe. The past few centuries he’s been growing bolder in his disguise, and we have to stop him. Dragons, Balrogs, towns destroyed with everyone missing and all the time his metal puppets flood kingdoms spreading gossip and chaos.”

A giant Goose with a blue smoke jacket clad Wizard soared by with a wave sent your way you returned saying, “Don’t worry, one of the Blue Wizards, I’ve never heard their names or I would share it, Ada says even they get a bit fuzzy on their names from time to time. They patrol the oceans and signal when danger arises.”

A call from your uncle Maglor had you turning away from the outer wall with a stroke of Thorin’s chin luring him after you into the wheel where Thorin eyed the rune coated 20 sided mithril object in a set of floating rings off to the side of the wheel used to control the portal system your ship could tap into to get from one island to another within moments. It would snap open and inside on the spiraling glowing core a hand would be offered as the true name of the island would be spoken with true intention or the portal would refuse to open and the metal casing would snap shut for that user forever.

Maglor stole a glance at Thorin while saying, “We should be arriving soon. A message arrived, there have been a series of fires through the night. Fully controlled within minutes, however, answers are being demanded.”

You nodded saying, “I’ll get my skirt.”

Above the vast green Orchard filled Beleriand just outside the markets you anchored in their dock and joined the others in the lowering platform into the masses of Elves with heads bowing before the wave of complaints began. Straight through the markets leaving the males to the masses alongside Thorin and Huan with Amrod right behind nodding his head to those bowing theirs to you. His walking stick tapping the cobbled path as your heeled boots did the same mingling with the taps of their dogs’ claws that all halted when you paused outside a singed shop. Over the broken frame of the door having been broken in you stepped entering the clock shop halfway singed. Glass and crumbling wood pieces crunched underfoot in your inspection of the damage to the recap of the events from the shop keep.

A sudden flick of your skirt had one of your customized crossbows raised, cocked and aimed, the subtle press of your thumb on the lever on the handle switched the cartridge to another and a tug of your index finger fired a round off. Behind a pair of propped up photo frames flashes of lightning were seen and between the frames that slid a few inches out to the side fell the body of a eight inch tall metal puppet. A second pulse of lightning around its body sent off an unseen but felt pulse triggering the spurts of lightning taking out four more puppets that fell heavily to the floor. Gathered up in the sack Amrod was carrying you strolled out of the shop as the keep began to shout about the cursed puppets tormenting them from some unknown source.

Two more shops added to the pile starting the search of the other shops in the marketplace before you were given the proper welcome they had originally planned. A luncheon stemmed into a wine sampling and tour of the orchards with a series of questioning after for Maedhros lasting up until dinner. To keep an eye out for any more puppets you spent the night and kept patrols once again unable to find out how Morgoth had gotten them here undetected.

Nightly hours of dissection of the puppets led to no discoveries. Yet the sounding of a blaring alarm in your climbing aboard the ship again anchor was raised, and at the end of your race up to the side of the deck Thorin barked. Shouting in frequent barks at the Dragon closing in on the ship, loosely your skirt blew across the deck of the ship to be picked up by Huan, in a hop up you settled into the seat of the harpoon canon rising from its downward angle from your body weight. Exposing your toned arms in a shrug out of your coat you turned it with a kick of your foot on the guiding lever and aimed with a series of dials and wheels you cranked using the handle knob sticking out of the side. Stomping on a pedal the canon cocked, loading a harpoon that in another stomp of your foot after a few moments of your muttered aiming it soared off to crash into the chest of the flying Balrog. “You hit it!”

Loudly it roared out in pain now tangled in the lightning coated net soaring off to tangle in a bunch of unseen roots stirring up loud cheers from far down below you on the ground met with Thorin’s bouncing bark in complimenting you on the machine and aim. “Look at you! I bet none could match your aim upon this contraption!” A muffled explosion silenced him however in seeing the implosion within the net bubble scorching the flash and hide of the Balrog leaving just another skeleton.

Turning your head you eyed a series of flags atop one of the masts Thorin peered up at as well, the trio suddenly stilled then rippled from a harsh burnt orange to a peaceful pale yellow signaling your move to guide the cannon back to its resting position in the side wall of the upper deck matching the others scattered to give a good shot of any approaching threats. On the deck again you pulled your coat back on again and giggled stroking Thorin’s cheeks in his pressing his forehead to yours in a hop up on his back feet draping his paws over your shoulders. “You were amazing My Dearest One.”

“It’s all clear Thorin. Come on, let’s go eat.”

Hopping down around you he bounded halting only as Huan approached passing you your skirt you waited until you were back inside the ship to put it back on again. Celbrimbor hurried into your view and said, “I found something!” Lifting your hem you hurried after him and into the shop you eyed the puppet he was currently tearing apart, mainly the inner mechanism powering it he had drilled through. Bringing it up into your view he said, “The tuner, it’s filled with Hackmanite.” The clear stone quickly turned back to a deep violet shade under the uv cylinder he held between the lantern above his head sending a colored stream of light down on it. “These are from Nan Elmoth. This other puppet, the tuner, filled with Flourite, more specifically, the shade means it has to be on the Eastern shore.” Setting them down he said, “I’ve checked the others, Citrine, Amethyst, Obsidian. All pointing to the Eastern shore, now we know where to start looking for the source of Morgoth’s little hideaway.”

“What does that mean?” Thorin looked between you both in your turn to the map on the next workstation over Celebrimbor joined you at using a few bits and bobs to weight down the edges. Wetting your lips you said, “That’s over 200 miles.”

Celebrimbor nodded and said, “True, however, this upper half I believe is all residential. Couldn’t be able to mine for crystals there.”

Peering down at the map Thorin nodded, “True. I’d wager more towards this cove.”

A sigh from you came at your leaning forward to rest on your elbows propping your chin in your palm, “We’ll have to take it a mile at a time.”

Reaching over he rubbed your back saying, “I’ll keep digging for more markers or clues, Caranthir would be better in mapping than I am.” You nodded and turned for the door heading for Caranthir’s study where he turned in his chair with a spreading grin noticing it was you.

“RinRin. Ooh, what did you bring me?!” Standing up excitedly he crossed the room to you both leaving his book on the chair along with his grey paisley smoking jacket he shrugged out of leaving him in the matching vest and slacks over a pale blue shirt he fidgeted under his waistband along the way. Accepting the map he set in on his sketching table and used the sliding clips on the outer edges to hold the map flat against the tilted surface he covered with a thin sheet of tracing paper, “Doriath, what am I looking for Dear?”

Pointing at the Eastern shore you said, “Cel found crystals inside the inner tuner from this shore. Now we just have to rule out which of the 200 miles it could be.”

Lifting his pencil he traced the shore mumbling, “Well they couldn’t be this far inland,” marking off a sliver of Doriath he detailed. In a quick pull he took the detailed image he carried over to a projector he cranked up to light a stream of white light onto a bare patch of wall you hung a black roll of parchment onto with thick tacks tipped with anchors. Laying the tracing paper on the clear tray he pulled his pencil from his teeth and walked to the wall to copy the enlarged projection of his sketch onto the parchment he traced over in the colored pens you passed him accepting his pencil in return.

Once completed the projector was put away again leaving him tapping his lip with the tips of his first two fingers in a wide eyed glare at the map stirring a chortle from Thorin, moving closer Thorin reared up lifting a paw to tap the cove, “Start here.”

Caranthir shook his head saying, “No.” Thorin huffed assuming to be dismissed upon his current form only to lower and sit peering up as he continued, “That’s a floating reserve for injured sea turtles. Cove would make sense…” Turning to his bookshelf he began to grab armfuls of books he carried back to his desks saying, “You go relax RinRin. Leave this to me, I’ll shrink it down.”

Lost in a soft hum you worked on the lunch for everyone missing Thorin’s creep up to the lone sandwich on the plate farthest to the edge. Jaws parted with head cocked to the side a grumble left Thorin when your sudden glance to offer the quiet dog a slice of meat found him inches from clamping his laws around the sandwich for Celegorm, “Thorin.”

Pulling back Thorin’s face dropped and jaws clamped shut in another grumbling huff “I am your One, give me some chicken, or so help me-,”

The piece of chicken in your fingers perked up his ears as you said, “You don’t steal food. You want some chicken?” Moving closer he came to a stop as you said, “You seem to understand just fine, let’s see what tricks you know.”

“Please don’t.”

His ears drooped and you raised a foot, through the slit of your skirt, “Can you lift a foot?”

Again he huffed, “I have four paws and yes I lift them fine.”

Waving the strip you caught his eyes following it in the wiggle of his nose sniffing the savory temptation you were taunting him with, “Chicken for a foot.”

“Fine.” He lifted his foot and a beaming grin split across your face in offering it to him, a quick glint of uncertainty in your eyes had him stating, “I’m not going to bite you.” Tenderly he claimed the piece easing the worry in your eyes in a weak giggle as you turned back to finish the rest of the meals. “Hey.” A gentle nudge of his head brought your gaze down to him and his wide pleading eyes making you giggle again, “I know more tricks. I want a sandwich.”

Finishing the final one you giggled at his next stroke of his head against your arm, “Alright.” Taking the plate with the rest of the strips you carried to the table “Let’s see what you can do.”

Trick after trick Thorin did chuckling to himself between your giggles and tosses of chicken until the plate was emptied his pride was gone and with his One he let loose of his shame and became focused solely on making you laugh and smile as long as he could manage.

Gondolin was next with more and more chances stolen with Thorin nuzzling up to you or sprawling across your lap to ridiculous results as you spread across your own fainting couch to read through the notes you had for Maedhros on his speech and debate points he would have to expect. Draped across your torso with his head resting at the base of your neck Thorin drifted off to the sound of your voice only to stir the first few times when his first snore would spur giggles from you only to drift off again. “Your position on the pixie problem?”

Maedhros’ brows cinched together and he turned to face you releasing his hold on the strap of his suspender he was fidgeting with, “The what?” He looked to Maglor, “What pixie problem?”

Behind your head your uncle Elurin leaned over pulling the notes closer saying, “It says pixie.”

Elured said, “Pixie glass company?”

Maedhros drew in a breath and nodded, “Yes, the remodel on the factories to get the forges up to snuff.” He began pacing again rewording his imagined answer to the question.

“Bedtime stories.”

At the well known topic of a new wing to the grand library with the traditional reading to the children he delved into his opening speech for the grand opening and flashed you a weak grin making him roll his eyes, “They always love your stories better anyways.”

“They love your stories.”

Maglor chuckled, “They love your voices, and you always get better each time.”

Elurin, “Perhaps this time you read the one about the whales, that one always goes over the best.”

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In the distance under the rising sun Thorin spotted the ruby and platinum city casting a pink hue into the already golden sky when he stepped onto the upper deck in search of you. Alone he had woken and curiously he crossed the distance to you in your place lounging against the slanted rope ladder singing to yourself softly in the early morning breeze after having changed the sails once again bringing an end to your peacefully singing ship’s melody. Inching closer against the downwards dangling hand his head stroked starting a round of gentle strokes across his cheeks and chin earning pleased hums from him as you shared more about the fountain filled city known to house artists and musicians.

Down in the kitchen in his move to get a sip of water Thorin paused peering up at Celegorm grinning at him extending a measuring tape between his fingers, leaning in he stated, “Just need a few measurements.” Exhaling softly Thorin turned his head he lowered to the bowl again beginning to lap up the cool water. From the base of his neck to the middle of his back came first, a blind measure of his front came next with a noting of the measurement at the pinched portion between his fingers. Around his shoulders and neck came before the two your uncle was most timid of, around his ribs and sliding lower his waist was next followed by a curious measurement of the top of his head. Back stepping away he scribbled down the final numbers then hurried off to his room freeing Thorin to move back to your side and settle his head in your lap.

Down in the cobbled paths and over the gently arched bridges you took the usual stroll with more and more people flocking to greet you all the way to the grand library. “Ori and Bilbo would love this place.”

Inside the sea of books you settled to your own groups of children while Maedhros held the largest, at your side Thorin stirred more than a few curious stares from your group until he settled down on his side to peer up at you adoringly just as the equally as glowing children. He couldn’t help but notice, those clearly younger, clearly born post Kinslayings shone brighter with only a few noticed exceptions all lacking the usual metal pins marking their former ranks and honors in tiny studded lines in the corners of their jacket collars. Your explanation of being sent here echoed up in his mind again by the Valar, Madame Dior, not Princess, clearly in his heart he would have preferred you bear the proper title. Your father and uncle had been lost in the sacking of Doriath in the second Kinslaying, both shining brightly as you were, clearly discovered and adopted by the Feanoreans upon arrival here.

It was just a whisper, barely noticed by any yet the mention of your being the first of ‘the Open’ was shared between a mother and her child. The explanation after being the first child born in these lands blessed and open to reflect the light of the Two Trees above, something far more sacred to those trapped here, a beacon of hope weighing all the greater in these worsening times. The Silmaril dangling around your neck proving your innocence as even in nearing you to kiss your cheek an easily missed sizzle of flesh from Maedhros had grown far fainter in the time Thorin had dwelled with you, however the clear pause before the kind act revealed it had been far too long he had been unable to do so. Your great prize being the very same stone he had cast himself into a valley of lava clutching from the burn it unleashed in return for all he had done.

Final strolls through the street came with Thorin acting as your shield for men and any not of your kin beyond the children eager to meet you. Around the path scattered empty lots stood in various stages of repair marking clearly where Elves had been snatched away by those metal puppets and their soaring counterparts carrying their spoils off before you could even manage to be summoned.

…

Doriath, Emerald and rose gold formed kingdom lost in the trees of a vast rainforest. Leaving your long skirt in the ship you strolled out weapons on full display matching the garb of the women dwelling there. Foreign scents wafted in the air and in the distant trees echoes of growls and strange animal calls kept Thorin from inspecting their sources and lured him closer to your side. Your gentle pat did nothing to calm him, “The predators keep to the other side of the streams.” His eyes rose to meet yours, “We keep our borders they keep theirs, only crossing for protected births, we like to keep track of their numbers and they know we feed their mothers well. Don’t be afraid.”

Vast stretches of treetop houses were spotted in your usual touring path yet in the Steward’s manor wrapped around the top of a lone peak between the sideways sprouting trees Thorin’s jaws parted in seeing the face of a familiar stranger. With a grin former King Oropher and his smiling wife Taule, with brightly glowing skin and a little girl between them with her arms fixed around the belly of a golden puppy with most of its body drooping to the ground at her feet with its tail still wagging in greeting Thorin and Huan.

Oropher chuckled saying, “President Maedhros,” his eyes switched to yours, “Madame Dior.” Your heads nodded in return to his, “I am glad to see you. I understand we have a usual schedule to follow, however, I require your expertise in a matter quite precise.”

Maglor, “Spiders again?”

Oropher extended his hand luring a hovering tray closer to his side within your view from along the wall with a mauled metal puppet, “These were found encroaching on a mortar bear den. Crossed the path of two conch tigers, who then proceeded to tear its limbs off then carry it and hurl them over our borders. A few peacocks have crossed our borders, and where they go, the hurricane wolves follow.” In your step forward to inspect the puppet he continued, “Spiders always come before these monstrosities, and webs were seen wafting on our southern borders.”

Firmly you gripped what remained of the chest cavity and tore it open finding the inner tuner bitten open you pulled the metal casing back on revealing the mark of Morgoth in the center of the Citrine crystal core. In a glance to Oropher now with a glare at the confirmation you had been scouring for proof of, “All of them have crystal cores. Cel found them. All from your Eastern shore. Caranthir is working the possible search radius for where his minions are hiding.”

Oropher nodded, “Then we will assist him and upon a proper search radius we will raid it. Until then, I think it best we make use of that ship of yours,” his head turned, “Taule,” his eyes lowered after giving her hand a gentle squeeze and he lowered to crouch beside their daughter, “Marya, my love, best you and Lipte go with Celebrimbor.”

She nodded and you turned to Thorin saying, “Thorin, go with Huan.”

“Like hell I will!”

In his growl your eyes narrowed, “Wolves do not take kindly to Huan, I won’t risk either of you. Keep watch of Marya.”

Heavily he huffed yet at Marya’s trot over and giggle in hoisting Lipte higher in her arms he turned in her pet on his leg saying, “I bet you know tons of tricks!” Thorin glanced between you then turned to follow Celebrimbor back to the ship as you turned the other way for the row of poles you leapt to, gripping it loosely you spiraled your way down the mile long distance to the ground spaced apart. Stepping back you waited for the others facing the distant streams with growing roars and bird calls.

At a full gallop you raced for the distant streams, at which you leapt into the air and all came to a rolling drop on the distant shore. Fluidly you found your feet again and followed Oropher and his chosen team off into the dimly lit paths with crossing beams of sunlight from the swaying canopy above. Miles you ran crossing the paths of the trumpeting conch tigers twice your size sounding your path echoed by the distant call of the hurricane wolves stirring up a mighty wind forcing you behind the sturdy trunks of the seemingly endless trees. Between their calls glowing eyes of mortar bears twenty feet above you from unseen caves sniffed their air and let you pass under the flying sea of peacocks fleeing their usual nests, all nearly ten feet long not counting their tails.

Mazes of roots and fleeing overgrown animals between passing steps of singing oblivious Ents the path was anything but simple yet still you had arrived in the first patch of darkening lands. A scurry from above triggered hands on weapons but it was the first toss of your hatchet that had a spider crashing down into the earth and in the lowering of your hand your modified crossbow was raised to fire off a shot in the sea of grunts and crashes triggering the start of a long weekend trip.

Huffing once again Thorin strolled in with his assigned group and where he expected to be entertaining the sister of his oh so friendly fellow King, Thranduil, he was surprised at the child eagerly racing off for another distraction only to leave him staring at the tiny puppy now sniffing around the carpeted hall he was left in. “What are you doing?”

With a wag of his tail he peered up at Thorin smiling as he asked, “Sniffing for toys.”

Thorin sighed and reached out a paw nudging the puppy along, “This way.” To the main sitting room he led Lipte and hopped up onto your fainting couch and stretched out resting his head on his paws watching the puppy intently. If he was tasked to watch them out of the trio this one seemed to bring the most possible danger.

“Play!” The puppy rolled the ball over to Thorin only to chase it when his paw dropped to flick it off for him to chase, a smirk and a sigh later and he was sucked into the one sides game he hoped to tire the puppy out only to see him pause mid way and start looking around. As if on cue he hopped up and trotted over to the puppy lifting him between his jaws mumbling around his body, “You will not make water on my One’s sitting room rug.”

Straight to the greenhouse on the patch of grass around the lemon trees he set the puppy down, “There.” The puppy peered up at him and Thorin rolled his eyes circling the tree and lifted his own leg, a demonstration instantly making the puppy sniff out his own spot to claim as his own. Lowering his leg Thorin turned walking back to the path then guided the puppy away from the plants and back to the toys n the sitting room. “Back to the toys, touch nothing else.”

In a roll over the rope toy the puppy failed to fling it around, muffled through his mouthful of rope the puppy called out, “Play!”

Grabbing the other end he raised it just high enough for the puppy to remain on the ground in his useless tugging game. From playtime to a snack break Thorin guided the little puppy, nudging him away from the large food bowl Thorin ate from beside the tiny one brought for him. “That is your bowl.”

Bedtime came next and left on his massive plushy cushioned bed you had bought him the puppy sprawled out asleep as Thorin sat up on the deck trying to catch any glimpse of your return ending with his turn to head back to your bed to sleep hoping you would return in the morning. Morning came but you didn’t, none of you did. No word and not so much as a peep from the now eerily silent rainforest around the capitol city you were anchored over. Each day he would keep watch over the puppy still as rambunctious as ever between watches on the deck above, though no sign would come, not for another four days.

Pt 3

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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incognitajones · 5 years

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11 Questions

@cats-and-metersticks tagged me!

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you; make up 11 questions; tag 11 people to answer them.

1. List your current WIPs!!

From oldest to newest:

Disassemble my Despair

First Steps

The Presence of Departed Acts

True and False

untitled "Cassian & Jyn meet when younger" AU

"not a story" (untitled original novel experiment)

second chapter of Filling the Role

Plus a few more bits & scraps that will probably never turn into a complete story.

2. What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever written?

I can't answer this one because I never know whether to decide based on my experience writing a piece, the finished product, or the audience reponse. Should it be the niche pairing I never thought I'd write but managed to pull off, judging by the recipient's comment? Or the fluffy modern AU I had a great time writing, even if it's pedestrian & unimaginative?

3. What are some of your current goals as a writer?

...to finish my WIPs. 😭

At one point, I had loftier goals of trying to stretch myself and develop new skills: write unreliable narrators, slowburn, more complicated plots, suspense! Now I just want to get them done, even if it means resorting to the most tired resolution imaginable.

4. What first inspired you to write fanfiction?

Other writers, specifically some of the BNFs on a mailing list in my corner of LOTR fandom who were incredibly welcoming & supportive. My creativity is always higher when I feel like part of a community, and that was a good one.

5. What’s your favorite thing to cook for dinner vs. what’s your favorite meal to eat out?

cook: something savoury & filling (beef stew, dahl, etc)

eat out: something with seafood (sushi, coconut shrimp, scallops)

6. What would your dream house be like?

On the water, lots of windows, screened deck (see: my dream home and cabin porn tags)

7. How do you like to start a story?

At the latest possible point. Sometimes I still write a lot of extraneous words to feel my way into the beginning of a story, but I think I've gotten better at figuring out where to chop them off and what can be left as backstory.

8. What’s the biggest thing that convinces you to read the second chapter in a multi-chapter fic?

I'd have to say voice. An intriguing premise, an immersive setting, or a solid plot hook helps, but even if none of those are present, a really good sense of character voice will keep me reading.

9. What fic are you currently obsessed with (any fandom, reading or writing), if any?

or the path the walker, @rain-sleet-snow's Abhorsen AU! It feels like it was written especially FOR ME because it combines my OTP with one of my all-time favourite fandoms in a seamless manner. She's been sending me snippets for a while and it's been very hard to contain my excitement.

10. Describe your perfect Saturday!

Sleeeeep in, a good cup of coffee & my spouse's amazing waffles for breakfast, something not too strenuous outdoors (gardening, walk in a park/the woods, swim), read a really good book and/or write on the back porch, white wine or cocktails at some point in the afternoon, maybe go out to a movie or some live music in the evening. Extremely unambitious, but hey, that's me.

11. Metaphors or similes?

Metaphors! Similes are great too, but I love the immediacy and crisp bite of a good metaphor.

And now, no-pressure tagging: @englishable, @glorious-spoon, @fortysevenswrites, @kotaface, @dryadrobot, @ladytharen, @skitzofreak, @youareiron-andyouarestrong, @linearla, @jlrpuck, @thegiddyowl

(my 11 questions are below)

What was the last book you read, and what did you think of it?

Are you a multishipper or an OTP type of fan?

What’s a song you always sing along to?

If you could be adopted by a Star Wars character, who would it be?

A movie you can’t help but stop and watch when it’s on TV

What city/country would you really like to visit?

If you had to live in a historical era (i.e. more than 50 years in the past), which would you choose?

Would you rather be rich or have amazing talent in your chosen field?

That one little pet peeve you know is irrational but still bugs you

What’s a favourite small indulgence when you want to treat yourself?

As a child, did you have a favourite toy or stuffed animal?

#ask memes #about me

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girlbookwrm · 5 years

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Bah! Bah! Bah da-dah. Badabadabadadah bah dah dah! (<-- this is the iron man song)

THE MIGHTY ENDGAME REWATCH CONTINUES: PART THREE

(parts one and two are HERE)

The Gal Pal has joined us, so tonight we are three (@goteamwin is the Roommate and @pegasuschick is the Gal Pal.) This time we ALL pregamed with booze and cookies.

Further note: It Has Been Years and I Still Miss The Old Marvel Logo

The Gal Pal: For a second I thought this was Lord of the Rings

THIS WAS A GAMBLE. I have to remind myself of this every time I watch this movie because this was a hhUUUUUGE gamble starring a recovering addict and directed by a nobody using technology that had been tested in Transformers, a franchise known for it’s kwality filmmaking (not u bumblebee i’m sure you’re g r e a t)

(the roommate would like it noted that they probably stipulated in RDJ’s contract that he wouldn’t be fully paid until he finished the movie because he’d flaked out on previous filming commitments for. you know. getting arrested and going to jail.)

This is a solid opening. A Super Solid Opening, in fact. Quality flashback. Actually TFA, take note. This is how you do a flashback, TFA

WELL THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

comedy moment with the stark missile here.

Howard Stark Mark I. (of three. Never forget. that there are three howard starks)

Oh No it’s Wrong Rhodes. Rhong Wrodes? just Wrodes?

Obadiah Stane? Really?? who thought he was a good guy??? although I love how easily he does this “getting on the stand to accept an award for Tony” thing. like he’s done it a thousand times before. because of course he has.

GOD THEY'RE ALL SO YOUNG

no da Vinci his a fair comparison, actually, given that Da Vinci apparently designed loads and loads of Very Deadly Things.

At this juncture, the Gal Points out:

Not to be super gay here, but I would observe that the later Iron Man movies get hotter lady extras. Just a note.

she is not wrong.

You're better than this journalist lady.

actually wait is she only sleeping with tony for the purpose of snooping?

SHIT SHE TOTALLY IS.

on the one hand DAMN PEPPER I HOPE CHRISTINE GETS MEDICAL ATTENTION FOR THAT BURN but on the other hand BOO GIRL ON GIRL CRIME.

Tony your music is bad

why isn’t it the iron man song

what band is it that does the iron man song

black sabbath, said the Gal Pal and The Roommate in unison.

tony i thought you weren’t a painter how do you even know who pollack is

The perpetual question with this movie: Was the script That Good or is RDJ Just That Good?

Will We Ever Truly Know

WRONG RHODES HAS A POTATO FACE RIGHT RHODES HAS A GREMLIN FACE. YOU NEED CORRECT GREMLIN POTATO FACE PAIRING.

Things that Date This Movie:

Tony’s suits (the fabric ones)

The phones (ohhhhhhhhhh my god flip phones oh my gooooooooddddd)

the fact that the hero is a new york billionaire with his name on the side of a building and people actually like him

Wait is Obie fucking someone? NO DON'T MAKE ME THINK THAT

I hate this part NOSE NO THANK U. GROSS. GROSS. NO I DON’T LIKE IT. NO. i came here for an ACTION MOVIE not a BODY HORROR MOVIE HELP PLS

Yinsen is v well dressed. like. Yinsen is SO dapper wtf Tony looks like a bum by comparison. And his chemistry with Tony is Un. Paralleled (except by pepper.) He fucking NAILS THIS ROLE. Ho Yinsen, International treasure

sub note YINSEN’S FIRST NAME IS HO. YOU ARE ALL VERY WELCOME.

sub sub note: The Roommate spent like fifteen minutes calling him Jensen. This Seems Racist. She points out that I am being racist for thinking that. She may be right.

the ten rings IT IS LOTR

“I don't watch Iron Man that often, it's always a surprise when I enjoy it” - The Roommate

I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T A PAINTER TONY. THOSE ARE VERY GOOD DOODLES FOR SOMEONE WITH NO ARTISTIC INCLINATIONS.

I love/hate that it’s like: Oh no this bad guy speaks English NOW WE'RE IN TROUBLE.

THAT. SEEMS. RACIST.

“Yes I would like a delivery date” says the roommate, someone very accustomed to working with clients that do not provide a coherent delivery date/schedule.

every time i see this scene i am reminded of that interview where Cevans is like: tthHHAT’S RDJ?? and then he licks his lips like the thirsty little bitch he may or may not be.

army recruitment - avengers - dick swinging contest - dumpster fire <-- this is literally the note i made for myself, i don’t know exactly how we got onto this particular sidetrack but look here’s the story:

the pentagon subsidized the early marvel movies, but then they stopped. that was a fun fact that I knew

the gal pal looked it up and it is Very Real. She was explaining to us that they STOPPED subsidizing marvel movies after the avengers because SHIELD. ‘Does the army answer to SHIELD or does SHIELD answer to the army?’

Me: SO ARE YOU TELLING ME. THAT THE ARMY. A REAL LIFE ORGANIZATION. STOPPED FUNDING MARVEL MOVIES. BECAUSE THEY GOT INTO A DICK MEASURING CONTEST WITH SHIELD AND MIGHT HAVE LOST????

yes

the answer to that question is yes

the military industrial complex is a dumpster fire.

32 minute mark and Tony has more time with yinsen than anyone else

I cannot believe it took them them THIS LONG TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING WAS WRONG. No one thought to question that glowing thing in tony’s chest, just like: Nah that seems right. That’s part of the missile building process, right? They're working. this seems fine

It's still a horror movie but now Tony is the monster

he was always the monster

YINSEN WE HARDLY KNEW YE

Tony Tedward Stark you're literally the only person in the world who didn't know Yinsen’s family was dead. “I’ll see them when I leave here?” THEY’RE DEAD TONY. THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN DEAD.

also: YINSEN IS AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE

Tony, at the end of this fight scene, is A) deaf from all the bullets pinging off his suit. B) very badly burned, and C) has broken every bone in his body.

All Jameses in the MCU come with an innate Bullshit Detection Sensor. “Steve’s in trouble” “What’s that explosion? probably Tony.” JAMES POWERS ACTIVATE.

40 minutes in and this is the first time I buy Wrodes as a pal. Maybe

Tony Stark: BRING ME BURGERS. YINSEN TOLD ME NOT TO WASTE MY LIFE

oh hey phil is here!

Tony you have PTSD ---- aaaand you also have a burger stashed in your sling? that’s the best thing. THAT’S THE BEST THING.

UGH GOD OBIE’S ON A SEGWAY GROSSSSS (as if we didn’t already know that he was evil just from his NAME)

The Gal Pal, re Tony vs his PTSD: of course he builds himself a suit of armor. we're lucky he didn't end up in a gimp suit.

me, internally: bold of you to assume he doesn’t.

I refuse to even imagine this movie with Tom Cruise it would be so Wrong. (For those who don’t know, the studio really wanted Tom Cruise to play Tony, Jon Favreau really went to bat for RDJ against the studio, you know. on account of the whole. addiction getting arrested thing.)

TONY THIS IS A LABORATORY, WE WEAR OUR SHOES AND BUTTON OUR SHIRTS.

Mad money really dates this too. Add that to the list of things that date this.

Tony: Pepper you’ve got small hands, right? get down here.

Now is the perfect time to remind you all that comics tony has canonically been pegged by Gamora.

You Are Welcome

A) pepper is great. B) Tony is definitely not really going into cardiac arrest. C) I’m remembering that they were my first Marvel OTP and I love them.

Re: Rhodey and the whole “Manned vs unmanned flight” and Tony coming in like “What about just the pilot with no plane” or whatever QUICK QUESTION ASKING FOR A FRIEND WHEN DOES THE FALCON PROGRAM HAPPEN

RDJ and his big sad brown cow eyes.

The Roommate: I know I wasn’t into it at the time, because I was a youth and he’s like forty and I was like “No, he is Not For Me.”

Me: PAST YOU WAS A MORON.

The Roommate: Yeah i know that NOW.

Tony built his own keyboard that's so extra

Yikes generic ten rings bad guy you should put a bandage on that

ROBOT ABUSE, but also, can we talk about how much I love DUM-E, U, and also this entire sequence?

U is getting real fancy with the camera zooms

At this point we got into a discussion of whether the arc reactor gives Tony powers:

Me: Please. He’s a glorified normie. He’s the Batman of the Marvel Universe.

The Roommate: Yeah! He’s the Batman of marvel with out the...

Me: The what exactly?

The Roommate: The dead... no his parents are... the car-- no he’s got lots of fancy-- The pearls. He’s the Batman of Marvel without the pearls.

now we have to wait until Civil War to see if Maria Stark is wearing pearls when she dies.

PIZZA. Obie is like the stepdad with that pizza. “I’m taking the pizza back. Nah go on take a slice.” G R O S S

Paul Bettany! You're better as a disembodied voice.

The Roommate: I do not care for your purple robot form. I know Wanda does but--

Me: Listen. We’ve all made mistakes and bought an unreasonably large purple dildo

The Gal Pal: And we’ve all gotten attached to non-human characters.

The Roommate: Like the fox from Robin Hood!

The Gal Pal: Exactly. And hey, maybe he just keeps going, you know? like the energizer Bunny.

Me, Upset: NONONONONONONO

The Roommate: now hang on a minute that’s interesting.

Tony, i feel like you didn't think though. But seriously, what is this scene? Why is there a Ferris wheel? Are those the director's kids?

YOU’RE DOING GREAT, DUM-E.

Tony, quick question, did you cut holes in all your tee-shirts? Why? There’s no need for it? It’s Literally? Just for the dramatic effect? Tony?? WHy??? ARe YoU LIke THiS????

they are literally titty windows

these shirts are probably very expensive

sToP

oooo the bad guy (side note, put on a bandaid my guy. get some neosporin or something) has the iron man 1.0 suit and waaaIT A SECOND ARE THERE BULLET HOLES IN THE CROTCH ARMOR??? DID THEY SHOOT TONY IN THE CROTCH?

First of all, Jarvis is a treasure, I’m sad they ever got rid of him, second of all I love that Tony can just show up unannounced at a Very Important Party and no one questions it, third of all:

Poooterrrrrr

Oh hey Phil is here!!

Oh Pep. You are so on top of things, you basically run SI, you know your fear about the deoderant is just paranoia. You applied twice and you have an extra one in your purse and you’re wearing perfume. You smell like roses and victory.

O! T! P!

Christine, why do you have these photos where have you been keeping them why don’t you just pull them up on your phoneOHHHH RIGHT THIS IS THE PAST THERE ARE NO SMART PHONES YET FFGHSSJJSJSDKDKD I FEEL OLD.

Tony is standing on a higher step than Obie for this. The Smolest Avenger.

This is the first full iron Man moment but all I can think is:

Toe socks Tony? really?

~Cool guys don't look at explosions~

SOMEONE REALLY NEEDS TO TELL MARVEL THAT MORE VILLAINS =/= BETTER VILLAINS.

Rhodes sees the boom on the screen and is like but… Tony is here. in the US. I know he's here. I'm 99% sure. 98%. (explosion #2) I’m 95% sure. (by explosion #5) I’m 42% sure that Tony is in the US.

Definitely the worse thing that Pepper saw was him cutting titty windows in his tee shirts

MARVEL! MORE VILLAINS ARE NOT BETTER VILLAINS!!

beeteedubs We All Hate the way Obie says “data” and “manufacturing.” Dah-tuh. Man-uh-fact-ering. U G H.

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND PEPPER I HAVE A NEW JOB NOW AND IT'S SAAAAVING THE PLANET

every movie ever: Is this hacking? Is this how hacking works?

Obie’s frankenstein vein and the way he slllluuuuurrrrps his whiskey. GROSS.

Oh Hey Phil Is Here!!!

What other applications?

WAIT WHAT OTHER APPLICATIONS ARE THERE FOR SHORT TERM PARALYSIS?

NO DON’T TELL ME I DON’T WANT TO KNOW

Hhhhhhow does Obie already have a specially designed arc reactor extractor?

TONY WHY DON’T YOU GET ON THE SCOOTER INSTEAD OF SHOVING IT AWAY? WOULDN’T YOU GO FASTER?

DUM-E IS A TREASURE

Re Pepper:

The Roommate: Pepper’s superpower is calling the right authorities and making sure the right people get arrested.

Me: so what I’m hearing is that Pepper’s superpower is being a responsible adult???

This Seems Accurate.

“Anything else I can do?” says Terrence Howard. “yeah, you can turn into don cheedle” say we all.

Where's the water in this creepy underground lair. Whyyyyyy are there water light effects? WHERE? IS? THE WATER???

OMG look at that cgi wowwwww he’s just coming up through the concrete and it is Definitely CGI.

dear obadiah stane: YOU DO NOT FIRE PEPPER POTS SHE IS ESSENTIAL. IF YOU FIRE PEPPER POTTS YOUR COMPANY COLLAPSES LITERALLY THE NEXT DAY.

Hey Obie. Did you put the Batman voice modulator in yourself orrrr...

Holy Cow Digital Hand is Very Digital.

HANG ON ISN'T THIS EXACTLY WHAT ANT MAN DOES TO TONY IN CIVIL WAR???

Blow the reactor, he says. JUST DO IT, he says.

The Gal Pal: Shhhh you can hear Howard Stark rolling over in his grave

oh hey Zuul is coming

OH HEY PHIL IS HERE!!!!

The roommate: THAT'S NOT TRUE SMALL AIRCRAFT ARE VERY SAFE

WAIT WAS CAPTAIN MARVEL PHIL’S FIRST RODEO? *need to see Captain Marvel Intensifies*

“Girlfriend who worries about me” Tony says. It's Rhodes. Right? I mean. He already has a girlfriend who worries about him. It’s Colonel Rhodes.

tony is so bad at lying

which is cute and all but FORREALS do you remember seeing this movie for the first time? whether you like Iron Man or not, whether you like MARVEL or not, this is fucking cinematic history happening here. this is the first franchise of its kind, it opened the door for so many others and it is so weird to remember that.

BAH! BAH! BAH DA-DUH. BADABADABADADAH! BAH DAH DAH!!

we have spent literally the entire movie waiting for this song to play

wow Jarvis u ok

THERE HE IS. Lookit him. with his eyepatch. he’s Seen Things. he’s Done Stuff. him and phil. geeze.

Me: I really wish I had just seen Captain Marvel

The Gal Pal: I feel like that every morning

i mean i don’t want to harp on this given that we’ve already moved on from the incorrect hulk but WHY WOULD TONY STARK BE RECRUITING ROSS?????

#the mighty pre endgame rewatch

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Life

Tauriel was born in TA 2341. Her parents were killed by orcs when she was very young, and her memories of them often escape her. Now when she thinks of home and family, Legolas comes to her mind. He is, of many things, family to her, as his father Thranduil took her under his wing and looked after her. For 600 years she has lived in the elven king’s realm, serving him and his people, excelling in military arts and strategy, earning her a place as a Captain in the Mirkwood Guard. Though Thranduil often prefers isolation and focuses on the protection of his kingdom, Tauriel often wandered outside the borders, wondering why he chose to ignore the perils the entire world faced.

The Hobbit

Her curiosities about the outside world were deepened when a company of dwarves were captured and imprisoned. She had only seen a few dwarves before, none very friendly. The stories she had grown up on of their greed and selfish nature made her dislike them a little, but did not diminish her musings. One dwarf in particular caught her off guard. Kili, the young black-haired archer of the company, was not afraid to speak to her without sneer or remark. She remembered denying him a weapon before and letting her prejudices get the best of her, but he seemed to care not. He shared stories of his travels and of the stars and the moon. They spoke like friends, like equals. In such a time of turmoil in the kingdom of Thranduil, his unexpected friendship was a welcome release. She grew to care for the dwarf and his precious promise. So it was only natural for her heart to ache when he and the others escaped. Knowing the risks she was taking, and the danger Kili and the world would soon be in, she left Mirkwood to hunt and kill the orcs that would bring terror upon Middle Earth.

After healing Kili from his wound, Tauriel helped the remaining dwarves and the children of Bard the bowman escaped Laktown as it burned to ash. She will never forget the way the lake shined and burned, and the mighty crash as the beast fell dead. Her heart’s desires were brought into question soon afterward, when Kili confessed his affections towards her and asked her to come with him. She had been so conflicted at the time— between her duties and the wants of her heart. Not knowing if what her heart’s feelings were true, she decided not to go with him, a decision she greatly regrets. Something felt wrong as she watched him leave in the boat, looking forlornly back at her.

Emptiness. Horrible, heart-tearing grief. When Kili’s heart stopped on Ravenhill, so did hers. There had been something budding between them, something beautiful and full of life. It could have blossomed and flourished, grown into true love, but the young heir of Erebor died that day, and Tauriel will never forget the sadness in his eyes as he looked at her one last time, the light she had grown to cherish fading from his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. She held him for a long time and wept for what could have been. His runestone she returned to his mother, unable to look her full in the face. Guilt was eating her up inside, though there was no way she could have saved him.

Thranduil allowed Tauriel to return to Mirkwood, but she no longer bore the title of Captain of the gaurd. Instead, she was demoted to a mere soldier in the ranks. It was a generous gesture on the elvenking’s part— he had lifted her banishment. The ranks were not the same anymore for the she-elf, however. Her dear friend Legolas had left, off to see the world and learn on his own, and she was left alone and heartbroken, knowing the horrors of war. She remained in the woodland realm for ten years afterward, finally leaving when she could not take the confinement any longer.

Lord of the Rings

After leaving Mirkwood, Tauriel traveled through Middle Earth, mostly hunting orcs and other foul creatures who would threaten to disturb the peace.

[[Will add more here once I plot more things in the LOTR verse with other characters]]

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Personality

To most of the elves in the guard, she is a bit stoic and serious, not one to be questioned. She is highly respected for her military intelligence and battle technique. With those she calls Mellon, she is warm and kind with a heart of pure gold and a strong sense of curiosity. She has large compassion for all living beings, quick to give chances to those who are deserving of it. When she loves, she loves deeply and fully, with her whole heart.

Tauriel considers carrying out her duties as extremely important. However, these “duties” do not always refer to her position under Thranduil. She truly believes it is her sworn duty to protect the innocent, whoever they may be, and uphold the good in the world to keep it at peace. This need to protect and want for peace was hammered into her at quite a young age when her parents were killed. She never wanted bloodshed or war— never wanted anyone to experience the horror she had. Over the years of killing creatures and orcs alike, she gained a small liking for the fight. Whether or not she will admit it, with every drop of orc blood she spills, the weight on her heart becomes a little more bearable.

After the Battle of the Five Armies, Tauriel became hardened by the carnage and loss she had experienced there. She still has her manners, but she opens up much less to others, not wanting to get too attached. Killing orcs helps ease the pain, as it always had. Sometimes, when the loneliness becomes too unbearable, she sits underneath the stars and remembers a certain dark haired archer that stole her heart.

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Fighting Style & Weaponry

Tauriel is both skilled at ranged attacks as well as close attacks. Her greatest skill lies in archery, the arrows she looses blindingly quick and deadly. She is known to be able to fire an arrow quick enough to deflect another arrow shot from an enemy. While weilding her bow, she can also attack with the twin long daggers she carries. Her movements are swift and fatally precise. Sometimes she looks graceful and in her element while in battle, but at other times, she is fierce and brutal.

#. ⤖ guide through mirkwood ( MOBILE NAV )

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