#we let Amadou go today

[genius2mania]

#we let Amadou go today #we lost Pip last November #and Mimi has been long gone but lived on in how she raised Pip #he got the best of both of his siblings #it’s a relief that Amadou didn’t have to suffer #that we got to let him go gently #but I don’t know how it’ll be now #that all of them are gone #they were so loved #they loved us so much #precious #cw pet death #memorial

[otomehoneyybearr]

Act 12

Episode 3: Reassuring Companions

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Syu: You’re being quite thorough, making us come to a restaurant during afterhours. We could’ve just met in your office you know?

Reni: The office has been busy lately with discussions about plays and other things. Troupe members and writers often come in as well, so it’s not secure.

Syu: That’s pretty impressive.

Reni: Anyway, let’s organize all the information we’ve gathered.

Zen: Before that, you should fill your stomachs first.

Syu: Isn’t it past the orders cut-off time?

Zen: Today’s an exception.

….

Syu: Phew… Thanks for the food.

Reni: Sorry to make you do this so late.

Zen: I’ll just add it to the service charge.

Yuzo: Yo

Kasumi: Good work today.

Hiro: The heck? Only they get to eat?

Reni: Why are you all…

Syu: I called them.

Reni: What?

Kasumi: I was recording my show earlier today and Hiro came on as a guest.

Hiro: And as if the timing couldn’t be more perfect, I got a call from Yuzo.

Yuzo: Since you guys were going out to drink anyway, I thought I’d join in.

Syu: And I guess that’s when I had called. Anyway, it’s good that we all gathered here so quickly.

Yuzo: You guys were already here. Are we just extras or somethin’?

Reni: It’s a bit of an important discussion. I was going to tell you all when I got everything together.

Syu: Might as well talk about it to all of us at once, that way it’s less complicated, right?

Reni: Haa… I guess there’s no way around it.

Hiro: Is this important conversation about bringing Yukio back to Japan?

Reni: Yes. Given the nature of the other party, I had no choice but to move with caution.

Reni: During the second act-off between the God Troupe and Mankai Company, someone sent a copy of Tsuzuru Minagi’s script to Kusumi Ikaruga and encouraged him to plagiarize it.

Reni: Furthermore, that person had sent people to attack the members of Mankai Company as they headed to the God Theater the day of the act-off.

Zen: Those must’ve been the guys Banri and I fought against.

Reni: When I questioned Kusumi, he denied involvement with the latter incident, but confessed the name of the former’s perpetrator.

Reni: Moreover, it’s not the first time this person’s done something like this, as they’ve also had someone plagiarized Hakkaku Ikaruga, once before.

Hiro: No way, THAT plagiarism…?

Reni: Kashima knows about this.

Yuzo: It was his son, Kusumi, who plagiarized Hakkaku’s script.

Yuzo: Yukio decided to protect the theater company on the condition that he’d take full responsibility for the plagiarism and leave the theater world.

Yuzo: Its thanks to him that Mankai Company still exists and is eligible for the Fleur Award.

Hiro: I see… So, he did it to protect the company…

Yuzo: Yukio must have thought about Hakkaku's feelings of wanting to protect his son, Kusumi, so the truth of the plagiarism was never made public.

Zen: So who was the person who urged Kusumi to plagiarize on both occasions?

Yuzo: I’m not sure. Yukio didn’t elaborate on it.

Reni: … Keiju Amadate. He’s the head of the Hyakka Troupe, to which Kusumi was once a scriptwriter for.

Kasumi: The Hyakka Troupe?!

Yuzo: Isn’t he also a member of the Board of Directors?

Zen: So he would have the money and power to do something so bold…

Reni: At the time of the first plagiarism scandal, apparently it was Amadate who suggest Yukio to leave the theater world for the sake of Hakkaku and the theater company.

Reni: He promised that if Yukio did so, the truth about the plagiarism would never be exposed.

Hiro: It was more of a threat to stay silent and withdraw from the theater world than a promise.

Zen: Even though he’s the one who tempted Kusumi into doing this.

Kasumi: Kusumi was working for the Hyakka troupe, so why put the blame on Mankai Company…?

Reni: It was Amadate’s plan.

Reni: Mankai Company would’ve been put at a disadvantage had it been brought to light.

Yuzo: If we made one wrong move, it would’ve been Hakkaku being blamed for plagiarism instead of Kusumi.

Syu: Even if they were to go to court, it’d just cause tension between the parent and child, and Hakkaku would’ve had a rough time with that.

Zen: Did Hakkaku know about this?

Reni: Yes, but he didn’t know the details. The only thing he was aware of was that Kusumi had plagiarized.

Reni: Though, there’s a chance he vaguely knew that Tachibana took the blame for all of it.

Reni: Anyway, for some reason Amadate harbors strong animosity and hatred towards Yukio and the Mankai Company.

Hiro: So, they tried setting up this new scandal after the success of the first one.

Zen: However, this attempt is different than the first's.

Zen: If we weren’t careful, there's a chance that both Kusumi and the God Troupe would have been denounced.

Reni: I thought so too. If the God Theater was targeted, it would have been a hindrance as a Fleur Award nominated theater company.

Kasumi: But, the Hyakka Troupe doesn't have to resort to such tricks, they're good enough to win the Fleur Award on their own merit.

Hiro: Even so, at the end of the day, it's all up to the consensus of the Board of Directors that decides. It isn’t surprising that they’d try to nip any sort of competition in the bud.

Zen: Even if they’re only able to take down Mankai Company instead of the God Troupe, it’d still be more than enough for them.

Yuzo: Are the other members of the Board are unaware of this?

Reni: It’s no exaggeration to say that Amadate has almost complete control over the Board of Directors, even though he holds a mid-level position.

Syu: All the members of the Board of Directors have become watered down.

Yuzo: They ain't bad people, though.

Reni: That's how good Keiju Amadate is at gaining control over people's hearts. And there’s no doubt that he’s a man who will go through any means to an end.

Reni: Because of such a situation, I decided it was necessary to get inside the Board of Directors that Amadate was in control of.

Yuzo: Hey, it's not that easy to get inside...

Reni: Of course not.

Reni: But when I talked with the Chairman through a personal connection, it seems that he had been feeling uneasy about Amadate's movements for a long time.

Reni: After promising to side with the Chairman, I was added to the Board of Directors as a candidate on the Chairman's recommendation.

Reni: I need to grab Amadate by the tail and expose everything he's done up until now before he completely rots the Board of Directors council.

Kasumi: But if you become a board member, wouldn’t it be difficult for the God Troupe to be nominated?

Kasumi: The Hyakka Troupe is top class in Japan both in name and recognition, so if they don't get nominated, it'd be suspicious...

Hiro: Board members would be suspected of collusion if the nominated theater companies were related to them.

Syu: It's funny how the president of the Hyakka Theater is so sincere in this aspect, even though he’s so sinister.

Yuzo: You gonna be alright Reni?

Reni: What a foolish question. Just like Hyakka, my theater is recognized well enough that the public would think it strange if it wasn’t nominated.

Kasumi: So true~ .

Hiro: If you're prepared to do all of this, then I'll do my best to help.

Kasumi: I also have to pay back Yukio.

Zen: And we should also send Amadate our regards for all that he did to us.

Yuzo: So, what's your next move?

Syu: I'm trying to contact people within Hyakka Theater Company without being noticed by Amadate.

Syu: I’ll just be giving a progress report today.

Kasumi: How are things going Syu?!

Syu: Well… The more I investigated, the more I realized how tightly Amadate controls all the members in the theater.

Syu: But just when I thought I was out of luck, I received an anonymous email. –Look.

Syu: “Man was born for love and revolution.  – K”

Kasumi: K reminds of Natsume Soseki’s novel, Kokoro.

Zen: The quote’s by Dazai Osamu though.

Syu: Based on the address, it looks like they from the Hyakka Troupe.

Syu: However, it’s possible that this is a trap set up by Amadate, so I’ve held off on replying.

Syu: But, sitting around doing nothing won’t help us. I can try reaching out to them if you want, Reiji.

Reni: Do as you’d like.

Yuzo: Syu, you called us over today to tell us something. Is there something else going on?

Syu: Right. I'm running out of information I can gather on my own through my contacts, so I’d like to ask you all for your help.

Hiro: In that case, I'll try to find for information in the entertainment industry from people that seem to have a close connection to Keiju Amadate.

Kasumi: Once we get enough material to corner Amadate, I can collaborate with Nadeshiko Publishing to get it published in their weekly magazine.

Zen: There’s a performer here at Gentiana who came from Hyakka, although he goes by a different stage now.

Zen: He doesn't talk about his past much, but I'll try to ask him about his time at Hyakka and get as much information as I can.

Yuzo: What should I do then?

Kasumi: You can come babysit my daughters. They like you because you play a good monster.

Yuzo: That has nothing to do with Yukio's case!

Syu: Then I’ll get props for Yuzo’s wonderful performance

Hiro: You could be my bodyguard with that face—

Yuzo: Again, that has nothing to do with Yukio!

Reni: (How reassuring it is, to have companions like this...)

Reni: (We need to get Yukio back as soon as possible. Everyone’s waiting for him.)

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#a3! #act! addict! actors! #a3! translation #a3! act 12 translation #sakuya sakuma #a3! act 12

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Sneak Peak at The Darker Generation

Here's a softer Dis and Fili scene from what is a very anger filled and whump focused fic. Thorin at this point is under the dragon sickness.

...

The walk home seemed to trail on forever, Fili’s mind in a whirl of thoughts. So caught up with himself he almost walked straight past Dis once he had gotten home, the bag in his hand for her completely forgotten.

“Fili? Sweetheart, are you alright?” she asked her son with a tilt of her head. Fili almost jumped six feet into the air at the sound of her voice and she chuckled lightly. “Sorry son, didn’t mean to scare you,”

“Amad,” he shook his head, his hand on his chest in an attempt to slow his racing heartbeat, “you almost gave me a heart attack,”

She chuckled again and sat at the small table in the lounge. She gestured for him to do the same and he sat next to her.

“Tea inúdoy?”

“No thank you,”

Dis raised a brow and gave him a hard look. He eventually sighed and nodded, and she poured him a cup and placed in in front of him. It was quiet as they sipped. Calm. Peaceful. The taste of chamomile and honey on his tongue was pleasant and he tilted his head back slightly and let his eyes slip shut in tranquility, a luxury he didn’t often allow himself.

“You know, its ok to sit down and take a moment every now and again,”

Fili opened one eye and watched his mother. Her eyes were on her cup as she swirled the liquid in her grasp. She looked older than the blond darrow could every remember her looking, and the smile she wore didn’t reach her eyes.

“Amad, is everything ok?” he asked, turning to face her, “you are… upset. Have I done something wrong again?”

She gave a tight-lipped smile and rested her hand on his own. “Not at all child, I have been caught up in my memories today is all. Actually, I wanted to ask about you. You seem to be of a similar state as of late. With all your work and training I’ve hardly had time to talk with you. You are distant Fili. Call it a mother’s nagging but I have missed you,”

“You have… missed me?”

“Missed you, yes,” she nodded, “When you were younger, if you had a problem, or if you were upset, you would ask to have tea with me. Do you remember? We would sit down, just the two of us, and we would talk over tea and work everything out. You would sit on my lap, steal one of my biscuits, and smile when I would reassure you everything was going to be ok,”

“I may be a bit to big to sit in your lap now amad,” he joked lightly and she gave a small laugh in return.

“Perhaps you are, and I have no biscuits to be robbed of, but I would like to recreate the third act of our tea time,”

“I…” the blond started and stopped. As much as he wanted his mother to comfort him, he had no idea what to ask of her. His mind as of late had been a hurricane and his emotions no better. He didn’t know how to explain what he felt, the numbing sensations that took him over for hours, or the guilt that seemed to drown him for no apparent reason. How did he tell her that he felt like shaking and crying out of the blue, for no purpose other than to lose himself?

“Fili?” she tried again, her eyes searching his for anything she could get ahold of.   

“I just…”

The front door swinging open cut him from any thought he had. He sat up straight and looked down at his lap as Thorin came inside muttering under his breath. His hair was a mess and an irritated sneer sat on his face as he dumped his jacket over the chair.

“Oh Fili your home,” Thorin said, his brows scrunched together.

“Yes?” he questioned back.

“And your having…?”

“Tea,” Dis answered with a frown, “with his mother,”

The dark haired darrow let out a grunt and wondered into the kitchen.

“Now, where were we?” Dis asked again, a hopeful smile on her lips.

Fili just shook his head. Any words that he had put together, left him the moment his uncle had come home.

“I’m fine amad, really,” he assured her, finishing his drink in a hurry, the taste no longer as sweet as it was a moment before.

His mother gave a sigh and swirled her cup again. “I truly hope that is the case mizimith,”

She brushed a braid behind his ear, her touch tender and lovingly. He leaned towards her slightly and she smiled.

“I’m stronger than you think amad,”

“Yes, you are. Just like your father, but please remember little one,” she looked at his with pleading eyes, “you don’t have to be strong alone,”

“I’m not alone amad, I’ll be alright,”

#fili #fili durin #tolkien #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #dis #lady dis #the darker generation au #fili whump

[jjamjamm]

Waking up Together

Masterlist | Domestic Oneshots Masterlist

Wordcount: 903

Summary: Nori can't believe how his luck turned around.

Nori wakes up next to his wife, takes a moment to remember the situation and can’t believe how lucky he is. Shuts his eyes and stays cuddled up all nice and content like.

It was the middle of the night and Nori’s eyes shot open. He took a minute to figure out what had caught his attention and squinted at the dark so he could hear better.

There was a rustle, a sharp intake of breath and Nori shot up. He reached for something nearby to protect himself against the attacker but he couldn’t see the intruder.

He didn’t want to let his guard down yet, that’s the last thing someone with his past should do. Suddenly, under the blankets, he was kicked gently, reminding him where he was.

He let out a breath, setting the dagger back where it had been. He could relax, there was no intruder, just an overactive imagination. Instead of just going back to sleep, he took a minute to admire his wife. She had made a face when her foot collided with his shin, nearly making him laugh before he put an arm out to pull her close for a cuddle.

Resting her head on his chest, he rubbed her back softly a few times as she cuddled into his embrace.

He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. A beautiful wife, a peaceful life- he had never dreamed of having those things. He wasn’t quite sure what he had pictured for himself but he never would’ve expected anything as great as what he had.

She hummed a content sigh as he rubbed her back, finally ceasing her tossing and turning as she found herself back in his arms. She hadn’t woken up but was definitely more peaceful than she was before. This moment was his to keep and cherish; just a calm cool night, safe from harm, with the woman he loved by his side.

The door creaked open and he tensed for a moment before looking at the figure standing there. He relaxed again, holding out his free arm to wave them in.

“Adad? Can I sleep with you and amad?” A little voice asked, not even waiting for the answer before they climbed up the side of the bed and curled up against Nori’s side.

“Of course, you can, what’s the matter?” Nori whispered, stroking the little one’s hair in case they had had a nightmare.

“Uncle Dori was snoring.” The gentle voice muttered, already starting to drift back to sleep.

Nori knew all too well what that was like, but heard the soft snores coming from the child and kept that to himself. Surrounded by his family, Nori found himself yawning and he drifted off again himself, shortly after.

Morning came and the little one was up before the birds, waking up their parents with their bouncing on the bed.

“Your child is awake.” Y/N grumbled, trying to hide her amusement at the situation.

“We don’t start jumping on the bed until after sunrise.” Nori said, swiftly catching the bouncing bugger and trapping him in a hug.

The cries and laughter eventually got the trio up and stretching, figuring it was fruitless to fight the boundless energy of the child.

“Tell you what,” Nori began to bargain, catching the interest of his miniature right away, “If you go wake up Uncle Dori the same way you woke up amad and adad, I’ll get a special dessert for breakfast.”

In seconds, the door had flung open and little feet padded down the hall to the other room.

“That special dessert wouldn’t be Dori’s pastries, would it?” Y/N asked, resting her chin on his chest to see his smirk, “You’re terrible.”

Before Nori could reply, down the hall Dori shouted, “Alright! I’m up, I’m up!”

The couple caught each other’s eyes and burst into laughter.

Ori trudged out of his room, shooting the two of them a knowing look through the open door, “What did you promise for breakfast today?”

“You know the kid loves Dori’s little sugary things.” Nori said.

“Pastries.” Y/N said.

“Pastries.” Nori repeated.

Ori nodded, looking down the hall to see the tiny figure dart around the corner towards the kitchen, “I’ll go help.”

“That ‘a boy Ori.” Nori beamed, “He’s a good kid.”

“We should get up before Dori gets to the kitchen.” Y/N suggested, moving up to kiss her husband before getting out of bed.

He wasn’t far behind her, a wide smile plastered across his face as they went down the hall to join the others for breakfast. He didn’t know what he did to deserve something so wonderful- and the kid was hanging from the ceiling.

“Nori! I can’t reach!” Ori panicked.

“How the-.” Nori cut himself off and put the kid on the ground, “How did you manage that?”

“Your kid.” Y/N reminded, setting a pastry on a plate for the little one. She called for their attention, “Take a seat or Ori gets your breakfast.”

When Dori finally emerged, he saw the entire family making their way through his fresh batch of pastries. Anyone else and he would’ve been furious but he just tied his robe off and joined them. He took a seat before something sprinkled onto his plate.

He looked up to find out what it was, only to wind up with another question, “Why is there sugar on my ceiling?”

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #Nori #ficdump

[leahwilliamson]

This transfer window has actually been diabolical I kept on forgetting that it was actually the transfer window

#listen I didn’t expect us to make any major signings #especially considering our manager isn’t permanent #but we’ve let so many people go???? #martial van de beek amad potentially lingard by the end of today #n obvs greenwood #like they were all fringe players but we still need them to form our bench LMAOOO #i hate this team so much

[vee-vee-writes]

Sugar Cookies (Dwalin x platonic!Thorin's child reader)

A/N: I always see people depict Dwalin having a sweet tooth so I thought having him bake cookies with Thorin's child would be cute

Key: (y/m/n) = your mothers name, (y/n) = your name, (y/f/c) = your favourite cookie

"Time to go little one" Dwalin announced, "say goodbye to your amad and adad for the afternoon." The small dwarfling was quick to press a kiss to each of their parents cheeks before running off to him. Hoisting them onto his shoulder Dwalin gave his assurances to Thorin and y/m/n that the dwarfling would be well looked after by him for the afternoon before shutting the door and retreating toward his house.

"So pebble what do you want to do for the afternoon? I told your father that I would teach you to spar enough to defend yourself. So I was thinking we could spar for just a little bit and then go and make cookies. That way we still did what your adad says" Dwalin said, eyes twinkling. Excitedly Y/N agreed. Despite his harsh exterior, Dwalin was known by his close friends and family to have a soft loving interior and rampant sweet tooth. The two often made cookies together when Dwalin dwarflingsat.

"What kind of cookies do you want to make then?" Dwalin inquired. The dwarfling absolutely adored y/f/c but was well aware that sugar cookies were Dwalin's favourite. Therefore, every time they baked together Y/N suggested Dwalin's favourites. Whether he knew or just thought they shared the same tastes, Y/N did not know. "Could we make sugar cookies?" the dwarfling asked sweetly. Dwalin agreed before setting her down in front of his house. "Wait here, I will get the wooden swords for us to practice with."

Y/N sat on the ground puffed, gazing over at Dwalin as he collected a cup of water for them. "You did will today. We can rest up for a little bit before we head inside and bake aye" Dwalin stated passing her a cup of water. The dwarfling thanked him, appreciative of the gesture. Dwalin sat next to them on the grass in a comfortable silence, the warm rays of the sun shining down upon them. After a few minutes of silence soaking up the suns rays Dwalin asked if Y/N was ready to go inside and make cookies.

Excitedly Y/N hopped to their feet and began to tug Dwalin up hurriedly. He let out a hearty chuckle at the dwarfling's eagerness and allowed them to help him up. The two made their way into Dwalin's small home where he lived with his brother Balin. Balin often schooled Y/N on all sorts of worldly matters; from speaking Khuzdul to studying maps.

Inside Balin was sitting in an armchair beside the fire reading a large book. He glanced up from his text at the two as they entered the house and smiled warmly. "Hello Y/N, here to make more cookies?" Balin teased gently. Giggling the dwarfling nodded making for the kitchen. Dwalin dragged over a chair for the little one to stand on as they baked before retrieving all of the needed ingredients.

Pretending to read his book, Balin observed the two. Dwalin was smiling down at the young dwarfling, eyes and voice soft as he instructed them on what to do. Y/N beamed up at him every time Dwalin spoke to them. It was good to see his usually prickly brother melt around Y/N, he usually did not let anybody see such a side of him. The small child absolutely and unequivocally had the warrior wrapped around their little fingers. Given the chance Balin knew his brother would be a good adad to a dwarfling. It was evident whenever Thorin entrusted the care of Y/N to them.

Having mixed up the cookie batter and rolled them into little balls to put on a tray, Y/N reached up with sticky fingers to wipe them cheekily on Dwalin. The action shocked him but he was quick to sweep the dwarfling off the chair and tickle them. "You little rascal" he grumped out in mock anger. Y/N writhed around giggling and kicking out at him. "Help me Balin" they managed to gasp out in between gleeful giggles. "Let them go brother, I think they've suffered enough" Balin heartily chuckled, shaking his head at their antics. Dwalin let the dwarfling go and Y/N scrambled over to hop up beside Balin, chortling the whole time. "Come on, I will read to you until the cookies are ready" Balin said.

-- (An hour or so later) --

"Thank you for looking after her, you know how much we appreciate it" y/m/n whispered to the brothers. Thorin spied his child curled up against Dwalin, fast asleep. Beside them he spied a plate filled with crumbs and smirked to himself. Y/N always came back from the brothers house with a full belly and a twinkle in their eye that screamed they'd had sugar. Yet as much as he'd asked the dwarfling had played innocent and pretended that they hadn't had any sugary substance. Despite this he knew the two well, between Dwalin's sweet tooth and the dwarfling's propensity to be able to wrap anybody who came into contact with them around their finger, it was highly likely Dwalin had been feeding them sweets.

He wasn't wrong of course. After stuffing themselves full of sugar cookies, Y/N had clambered up on the couch next to Dwalin and fallen asleep by the warmth of the fire. "Afternoon snack huh" Thorin teased looking between the brothers. "Just a few sandwiches" Dwalin replied raising a challenging brow. Thorin let out a chuckle before scooping up the Dwarfling. "Well in any case thank you for looking after them for the afternoon, I owe the two of you an ale" he mused, before the small family retreated back to the serenity of their own home, a slumbering dwarfling curled into their fathers chest.

#dwalin x reader #the hobbit #lotr #the hobbit x reader #thorin #oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin daughter #dwalin #reader insert #gender neutral reader #lord of the rings #battle of the five armies #dwalin x platonic!reader

[elles-writing]

Flowers for a girl

A/N: This still comes back sometimes, so I thought why not to write it down, though I don't exactly remember some parts of it for some reason (is it ptsd? idk), but in Middle-Earth AU, Kili is little younger (12-13 in human years, in TH he'd be like 16-17 i guess. Reader is 10-11 years old) and it happens before TH events. It's something different than I usually write, because it's based off on my personal experiences, so...yeah.

I wanted to write it down mainly for myself, to accept my past. If this is happening to you, please seek for help!! Better be safe than sorry. If you'd needed to, my ask box and messages are open, if you need to talk.

Warnings/triggers: description of emotional and physical bullying, body shaming, very low self esteem of reader, hints of swearing, eating disorder thoughts, mention of catcalling

If any of these is triggering you, please don't read this story!! Even if there is fluff, there are still these.

"Look at that fatty," one of the boys laughed into her direction. Y/n felt tears swelling in her eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry.

"How much do you weight? I bet as much as a pig!"

"You are so ugly and fat!" The other one said and pushed her. Y/n tried to do anything, but she was too scared.

"No, give it back, that's mine!" She said, when the boys took her sketchbook.

"Look at those drawings, they're like so bad," one of them pointed at them.

"Give it to me back!" She tried to grab him, but he put his arm up.

Don't cry, please, don't cry, not now...

"Ah, then come and get it!" He runned away, and Elle tried to catch him, but he was quicker.

"Ha! You out of breath already, you ugly fat pig? C'mon, come for it!" Him and other boys laughed. Y/N tried to catch his shirt, but he was running and jumping around.

"Look at how she jumps, look at her! It's like pudding!" They laughed. Y/N felt tears to come up into her eyes.

Don't cry, not now, you can't...

"Look, she's gonna cry!" You looked away, blinking furiously.

You can't cry in front of them.

"Leave her alone!" A voice came from behind the boys. They all looked back at him.

Y/N couldn't see him, she was shorter than them, and they were around her in a circle.

"Or what?" Said one.

"Look, the fatty got a boyfriend, eww!" One of the boys, and Y/N wanted to hide somewhere. She felt scared, shameful, and embarrassed.

Who would have ever loved her?

"Look, she's not speaking," they pushed her and Elle let out a surprised gasp as she fell to the ground.

"I'm saying it again, leave her alone," the other boy said. She looked around, and noticed him looking at her. She blushed, and looked away. He was handsome.

She knew she will hear about it later.

"Or what? What are you?"

"I'm Kili, from the line of Durin, and I would suggest you to get out, if you don't want me to kill you," he growled out, and Y/N felt fear rising in her. Would he hurt her?

Kili pointed the tip of one of his daggers to the main boy's throat, who then quickly took his friends and went away. They even threw her her sketchbook back.

"Did they hurt you?" Kili asked, then looked down at her for the first time.

She refused to look at him at first, but then she did. She was scared, and reminded Kili of a bunny.

She could be around ten years old. She was a human, he guessed, based on her ears.

"No, I'm...I'm okay," Y/N whispered and looked away.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"What happened? Why did they followed you?" Y/N looked down in her lap.

"I was drawing and reading here. I think they seen me, and went after me...it's been my safe place," You whispered.

"I can stay with you, in case they would come back," Kili offered before he thought of it. At this point, he was sitting down next to her.

"I-I don't know. They would laugh at both of us..." she said quietly, fearing of a wave of laugh. Kili furrowed his brows.

"How long has this been happening to you?"

"For over a year..." you said.

"I'm Y/n," she said a little awkwardly.

"I'm Kili," Kili introduced himself, remembering how his mother taught him to introduce himself.

"So that's decided, I'm staying with you," he said, and muttered some curses in Khuzdul, as he thought about the group.

"H-here, take my coat. It's getting cold," he said. She smiled nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you anymore," He offered her a smile, and she decided to take his offer, though she hoped he won't comment on her warming up face, or her body. She liked him, he was not just handsome, but actually kind to her.

It has never happened to her ever before, with a guy, who was a stranger...

The coat was big on her (that was a huge relief) and she cuddled into it.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"Well, I-" Y/N didn't finished her sentence, because the first drop fell on her head, and other quickly started following. She gasped and quickly put her belongings to her bag. As she finished, it was raining heavily now. Her hair was soaking wet, sticking to her head.

Now he will see how I'm ugly, and laugh at me and call me names, and- she wanted to cry. Kili noticed her expression.

"So they did hurt you? Where is it?" Y/n shook her head, as they walked in the heavy rain.

"N-no, I just...I hope the sketchbook didn't got wet," she decided for the safer version.

"But you got wet. Where do you live?"

"Well...around twenty minutes of walk," Y/N said, so if anything, he wouldn't try to find her, though she was kind. But just to be safe.

"I'll take you home with me, it's not that far," Kili offered, and you quickly turned to him. He was kind, but her parents warned her about going somewhere with strangers.

"I-I think it's okay, thank you for your offer,"

"You are going to get wet to bone if you keep walking," Kili said and Y/N looked at him, but quickly looked away. The rain sticked Kili's hair and clothes to his body, and she blushed.

He surely has a girlfriend, don't be stupid, she snapped at herself.

He would never want to be with you, you are a child, and he is older. And he is super kind and handsome.

"Alright, then...I will go with you," you said unsurely. She thought she would think of something, if anything would go wrong. Plus, he was a prince. Y/N doubted he would do anything like this, if he was a prince.

"Amad, I'm home!" Kili said as he closed the door behind him. Y/N curiously looked around. It was a nice small house, with the smell of bread hanging in the air.

"Come with me," Kili said, and as Y/N was about to make a step, she noticed the puddle, and how she was soaked.

Before Y/N knew it, she was sitting in clean dry clothes, borrowed from Kili, wrapped in sweater and a blanket, sipping on warm tea.

"Kili, who is this?" Dis asked her son quietly. Kili looked at the human girl.

"Well, some boys called her names, so I went there, and then started raining, so I told her to come with me, because she told me she lives futher away, and she was soaking wet already..." Dis nodded, though she eyed her son, if he wasn't hiding anything.

"Where do you live, dearie?" Dis asked the little girl, who shyly looked around.

"I live near that small forest, my family owns multiple fields, and we work there," she admitted to the woman, who introduced herself as Dis.

"Would you like to have anything else to eat?" She offered her. Y/N shook her head. She didn't wanted to embarrass herself, and look like all she could do was to eat.

"No, thank you for your offer," she smiled, and carefully sipped on her tea.

The rain stopped, and Dis went with the girl where she lived, to explain what happened, and make sure she was safe.

Kili didn't seen the girl for next couple days, but when he was on the hunt in the forests, he overheard a conversation.

"He was cute, brown eyes and he was kind to me," Smile stretched across his lips, as he recognized that voice. He wasn't considered as too attractive among his kin, but hearing this made his heart warm up.

"Blue eyes are prettier, aren't they?" a voice of another girl said. Y/N was quiet.

"Well, they just are. Brown eyes aren't that pretty," the girl said.

"Don't you think so?" She turned to Y/N.

"W-well, um, depends on a person, I think?" The other girl got up.

"They are prettier." Kili could clearly see how Y/N looked down, and she seemed to feel sad.

He walked away, with thoughts of Y/N in his head, when he suddenly overheard some voices in the distance.

"Do you think we will find the pig today?"

"Probably. Her and her ugly drawings."

"It's not just her drawings who is ugly," the boys laughed.

"Do you remember her? 'Don't do that,' and then she went and started swearing back at us,"

"We are going to get her back, don't worry. She's slow runner, what about if we would take her things and made her run around? She would lose some weight at least."

"Great idea," other boys said. Kili felt his blood boiling.

How dare they to talk about her this way?

As the boys walked along, Kili prepared to scare them a little, but then he overheard another things.

"The guy who protected her, he has horrible taste in girls."

"Yeah, what a jerk. And those eyes the small fat pig made on him," one of them widely opened his eyes and wildly started blinking. The other boys were laughing.

Kili gripped his bow. He didn't knew the girl too much, but nobody deserved to be treated this way.

His arrows found their target quickly. The boys stopped, and looked around. Kili noticed they were really afraid, and smirked to himself.

When he came back home with two rabbits, he decided to go look around again. The sun was still not setting, so he still had some time.

His thoughts took him far away, and he didn't noticed he stepped on something, that felt like a pencil. He looked down, and realized it was a few pencils, hidden in grass, and when he looked around, he noticed sketchbook, hidden in old willow. If he wouldn't know what to look for, or didn't had as swift eyes, he wouldn't ever notice it.

He took the sketchbook out. It was familiar, and though he felt a little guilty, his curiousity was stronger.

He noticed a few sketches of trees, flowers and attempts of drawing people. They all were made with precision. They were not as realistic, but that certainly didn't mean they were not nice. It was drawn by someone, who was still learning, but truly excited about it.

Kili put it back carefully, and got back home.

It's been a few weeks, when he met the girl again. He came home with Fili from sword training, and his eyes widened when he noticed Dis with Y/N, chatting in the kitchen.

"Hi," she greeted them shyly.

"We have first strawberries, so I thought I would bring some for you," she shyly looked at Kili.

-

"Stop it," you muttered. Kili rose his brow.

"Oh, what is it?" He looked her into face, and noticed her shy smile, while he was grinning.

"You made me obsessed with these strawberry cakes your grandma bakes, can I have another one?" He made puppy eyes. Y/N sighed.

"Fine. But don't distract me, okay?" Y/N handed him the sweet pastry, and Kili winked at her.

"You're the best," He kissed her cheek quicker, than he thought of it. They both deeply blushed.

"Um, thank you, I suppose," Y/N muttered, and looked back into her sketchbook.

Meantime, when Kili chewed on his cake, Fili came back from his and Kili's room, and started reading a book. He started laughing, and Kili quickly took a look what was his brother laughing about.

"C'me read this, Y/N, this is so funny!" He said, but his smile froze, as he noticed her ashamed expression.

"What happened, Bunnie?" He used the nickname he gave her, because she loved bunnies. Y/N sighed.

"Well, um...it's embarrassing," she whispered.

"Neither of us will laugh at you, I promise," Fili said, and the girl looked at both of them. She took a deep breath.

"Icannotread," she muttered, and quickly looked away.

"You can't...read?" Y/N nodded shamefuly.

"It's, um...the school is too far for me to go  alone there, so, um...yeah." The brothers shared a look, which Y/N took in different meaning. She felt tears in her eyes, but Fili was quick enough to notice.

"No, we won't laugh at you, Y/N!" He said and pulled the girl into a bear hug. Kili quickly joined.

"Yeah, Bunnie, don't worry. We would never laugh at you," Y/N relaxed in the hug.

"Thank you," she muttered, and hugged them back.

They spend rest of the day by teaching her how to read, and write. Soon after, Y/N started studying with the brothers.

-

"You are distracting me," Y/N muttered, as Kili was kicking his legs back and forth. It was summer - over four months after they met. Y/N sat up on the tree, and Kili was sitting down on branch a little lower.

"How can be that possible?" He looked at her innocently. Y/N blushed, when she seen his big brown eyes in sunlight. They were in shades of melted gold and caramel.

"The tree is shaking, and I want to enjoy reading this book without distractions."

"I'm not a distraction!" Kili pouted.

"You are," Y/N offered him a smile, and got back to her book. Kili pouted a little more.

"Will you read it to me, then?" Y/N looked at him, and dramatically sighed.

"Fine. But let's sit down on the ground," Kili got down, and then he carefully placed his hands around her waist, Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders for support, and he put her down.

Y/N sat down, her back leaning against the tree, and Kili placed his head on her lap. Y/N smoothed her skirt and placed her book next to her, so she could read it, while playing with Kili's hair.

Y/N was the only one allowed to touch Kili's hair, aside from Kili's family. She never understood why dwarves were such touchy about their hair, but again, she was the same way, so she fully respected it.

Kili fell asleep after a while, on the sound of her voice.

-

"You the last cake I said was mine!" Y/N growled out and Kili laughed, but he quickly stopped laughing.

After the months of spending time together, running around the fields and archery lessons, she got much stronger, so her punches had strength and would hurt. Kili and Fili would never hit or fight with a girl, and though Y/N became like another part of the family, only tickle fights were allowed with her.

"You-you Kili!" Y/N was more upset than angry, and Kili started laughing again, as he was jumping around and trying to get away from her punches.

"Stop, Bunnie," and tickled her.

"N-NO-T T-HAT P-PLAC-E, K-KI-LI!" Kili grinned.

"Awn, who is ticklish?"

"I ha-te you!" Y/N slid her hand across the back of his neck, and Kili let out a squeal.

"N-NOO!" You giggled as you started tickling him.

"Gotcha," You sticked out your tongue on him, and quickly runned away to hide, before he would get you back.

You runned, but didn't noticed when you bumped into someone.

"Aah, long time no see," a voice said, and you shivered.

"You squeled on us, huh? Is that everything you can do? You loser," the boy said. Y/N kept quiet, with her head down.

"Oh, look guys, she's going to cry! What are you gonna do? Run to your mommy, or your friends? Go on, you tettle-tale." Elle felt tears in her eyes, and quickly looked up.

"I'm not a tettle-tell, I-"

"That's what you say, and then you will go and tell your mommy about 'the big boys are bullying you'," they laughed. Elle wished she could hide somewhere, and try to cry. She wasn't able to cry, even when she was alone, as she learned to hide her tears.

Whoosh

And then a yelp from the boys.

Y/N looked up and noticed the arrow in one of the surrounding trees. It was Kili's arrow.

"You told someone to spy?! You will pay for this later," one of the boys said, and then another two arrows pierced through the air. The boys quickly walked away, leaving her alone.

Kili runned out from behind the trees, and pulled her close to his chest. He started saying something angrily in Khuzdul, and Y/N was sure those were swear words.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here," Kili whispered, when he finished his quick session of swear words. Y/N shook in his embrace.

"Let's go home," he said. They picked up his arrows, and went home.

Kili made Y/N tea and gave her his favourite sweater, which also happened to be her favourite as well.

When Y/N went to sleep, Kili checked her every few minutes. He felt guilty. He should've protected her better, stay with her.

He carefully sat to the edge of the bed, and slid his thumb softly over her cheek.

"I will make sure they get what they deserve," he muttered and softly caressed her cheek.

-

"Sure, I will go with Bella and Alia, you don't need to worry about me, I will be safe," Elle gave Kili a smile. Her two friends from her neighbourhood, with who she enjoyed to spend time too.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he shrugged, and sharpened his dagger. Y/N started on brushing her hair.

"The boys won't do anything, if they meet us in a group. Plus Fili gave me that sharp dagger for my fourteenth birthday, I always keep in my shoe."

Kili looked at his friend, focused on brushing out the knots in her hair. Y/N grew up and changed the way she reacted to what other people told her. But that wasn't just what changed.

She grew up into a young woman. She was beautiful, and some girls were jealous of her because of it, but luckily, Y/N had great friends.

"You home, sleeping beauty?"

"Oh, of course I am!" Kili grinned as he heard Bella's voice.

"No, you are snoring beauty."

"That's Fili!"

"That's both of you," Y/N rolled her eyes, but chuckled. She and Kili said their goodbyes to each other, and her friends she knew for three and two years, turned to her.

"So, how was your date?" Y/N blushed.

"He gave me flowers for my birthday, so what? That's what friends do." Y/N turned to Alia to change the topic.

"How about you and girls?" The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Some of them are arrogant, but other than that it's good. But I have you, so I don't care," she grinned and hugged her friends around their shoulders.

"So, what do you-" Bella started, when a group of boys passed them. They whistled, and started talking about them. Y/N's cheeks blushed, as she overheard them.

"Don't listen to those idiots, they still share one brain cell," Bella and Y/N said at once, and they all laughed, though Y/N didn't felt any happiness. Her instinct to run and hide from these boys was still there.

-

And then we arrived to the market. I still looked around if they were not there, but luckily not, Y/N wrote down the sentence, and put the notebook aside. She felt happy they didn't recognized her, but it still stressed her out. She looked over to the bow and quier with arrows Kili gifted her, when she had thirteenth birthday.

"Trouble with sleeping?" Kili's raspy voice appeared behind her.

"Yeah," Y/N sighed out, and pat on the bed next to her.

"C'me here, snoring beauty," Kili chuckled at that nickname.

"Ugh, again?" You nodded with a grin.

As you laid in safety of Kili's arms (and him being soundly asleep), your mind turned into a specific direction. Would Kili like you? Not just as a friend, but...more?

You'd fall asleep like this, if you had bad dreams. Kili fell asleep first, and softly snored, but he looked cute while doing so. You shook your head, and decided to listen to his breath, and soon, you fell asleep yourself.

The memories of the times you used to be bullied by those boys came back. You didn't felt confident at all, and mostly sad. You couldn't fall asleep at night, and you often found yourself looking over your body. Fat pig, that's how they called her. Was she still...like this? Would she ever be pretty enough?

It's been a while, since she cried before sleep, and then fell asleep afterwards.

The brothers noticed something was going on, when their friend seemed to be bothered by something. So, they decided to do thing they always did, which was making flowercrowns together.

-

"You're messing it up, Fili," you giggled, when the blonde prince's flowercrown fell apart.

For fifth time in twenty minutes.

"Well, I'll go get some fresh flowers, over here," he pointed to the carpet of daisies in the golden light of setting sun.

"Guess who," Said smooth voice next to your ear, when his hands covered your face.

"Hmm, is that you, Ki?"

"Who else."

Kili sat in front of you, and placed a flowercrown on your head. You both stood up, and he twirled you around.

"I've got you something else," he whispered.

"Flowers," you looked happily over the small fresh bouquet of wild flowers, and felt warmth spreading in you. You looked into his chocolate eyes.

"Kili, thank you so much, it's...it's beautiful,"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," he looked deeply into your eyes.

"Flowers for a girl," he said, with a slightly pink-tinted cheeks.

"Now finally braid her hair," the lion prince's voice interrupted the romantic scene.

#kili #the hobbit #fili #kili x reader #fili x reader #fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #x reader #reader insert

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WHW In Memoriam: Unarmed, Murdered Black Americans from History

(Content Warning: Violence, murder, abuse, racism)

So this is definitely not the same kind of ‘weird’ history I usually post about (and it’s not Wednesday quite yet), but in light of the George Floyd verdict I thought it was important to take a moment to remember some of the unarmed, murdered black Americans throughout our history, most of whom have never received justice. Whether their lives were taken by the police or violent, racist vigilantes, their memories should always be a reminder that though we’ve come a long way, we still have a long, long way to go. 

This is in no way a comprehensive list, in fact I start at Emmett Till because the *known* lynchings pre-1955 are too numerous to include in one, two, ten posts. I know I will not have room to include even everyone post 1955 (god there are so many) but please know that all of them, from the unknown to the infamous, from our country’s beginning to today, matter the same.

“History, despite it’s wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.” - Maya Angelou

 1. Emmett Louis Till

Born: July 25, 1941, Chicago, IL Died: August 28, 1955, Money, MS

Emmett Till was a 14 year-old child from Chicago visiting relatives over his summer break in August of 1955. Unfamiliar with the strictly racist social codes in the American south, he spoke to a white woman at a grocery store, and was accused of flirting with her. A few nights later her husband and his brother abducted Till, brutally beat and mutilated him, and then shot him before letting his body sink into a river. When he was found, his body was barely recognizable even to his mother. 

In an act of grief and defiance, his mother held a highly-publicized, open casket funeral to show the brutality of what had happened to her child to the world. 

It’s believed that before her death, Carolyn Bryant, the woman from the grocery store, recanted key details from her original story, including that Till whistled or flirted with her. 

2. James Earl Chaney

Born: May 30, 1943, Meridian, Mississippi Died: June 21, 1964, Philadelphia, Mississippi

James Chaney was a 21 year old field/social worker working for Congress of Racial Equality (CORE). He was murdered along with two colleagues, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner, by the Ku Klux Klan while they were in Mississippi investigating the burning of a church. The 3 were pulled over by a patrol car being followed by 2 cars full of Klan members, who shot Goodman and Schwerner, beat Chaney, and then shot him 3 times. 

3. Michael Donald

Born: July 24, 1961, Mobile, Alabama Died: March 21, 1981, Mobile, Alabama

Michael Donald was a 20 year-old who on March 21st, 1981 was walking down the street after purchasing cigarettes for his sister. He was chosen at random by a car full of Ku Klux Klan members, angry that a recent Klan members court case had been declared a mistrial. He was beat, hung, and his throat was slit, and was left hanging dead from a tree in a secluded, wooded area. 

Three Klansmen were convicted of Donald's murder. Henry Hays was sentenced to death and executed in the electric chair in 1997. James Knowles and Benjamin Cox were sentenced to life in prison. A civil suit against the United Klans of America caused their bankruptcy.

4. Yusef Kirriem Hawkins

Born: March 19, 1973, Brooklyn, NY Died:  August 23, 1989, Brooklyn, NY

Yusef Hawkins was a 16-year-old black teenager who was shot to death on August 23, 1989, in Bensonhurst, a predominantly Italian-American working-class neighborhood in the New York City borough of Brooklyn. Hawkins, his younger brother, and two friends were attacked by a crowd of 10 to 30 white youths, with at least seven of them wielding baseball bats. One, armed with a handgun, shot Hawkins twice in the chest, killing him. Hawkins and his brother were in the neighborhood to inquire about a used car. 

5. Nicholas Heyward Jr.

Born: August 26th, 1981 Died: September 27th, 1994

13-year-old Nicholas Heyward Jr. was playing cops and robbers inside the stairwell of a Brooklyn apartment building when officer Brian George mistook the boy’s toy gun for a real gun and shot him in the stomach, killing him. 

6. Amadou Diallo

Born: September 2, 1975, Liberia Died: February 4, 1999, NYC, New York

In the early morning of February 4, Diallo was standing near his building after returning from a meal. At about 12:40 a.m., officers Edward McMellon, Sean Carroll, Kenneth Boss and Richard Murphy were looking for an alleged serial rapist in the Soundview section of the Bronx. While driving down Wheeler Avenue, the police officer stopped his unidentified car and interrogated Diallo, who was in front of his apartment. When they ordered Diallo to show his hands, he supposedly ran into the apartment and reached into his pocket to show his wallet. Soon afterwards the four officers fired 41 shots with semi-automatic pistols, fatally hitting Diallo 19 times. Eye witness Sherrie Elliott stated that the police continued to shoot even though Diallo is already down and that McMellon is still shooting even though he is lying on the ground.

7. Kendra Sarie James

Born:  December 24, 1981 Died: May 5, 2003, Portland, Oregon

21-year-old Kendra Sarie James was shot and killed by Portland Officer Scott McCollister when she attempted to flee a traffic stop for a minor violation. Portland police initially said it appeared the car had run over the officer's foot but he did not receive medical attention at the scene or at Northeast Precinct. Police repeatedly refused to identify the alleged traffic violation that caused them to stop James and two companions in the car. Police had taken the driver out of the car and was checking his identity when they saw James slide into the Chevrolet’s driver’s seat. Both officers, while standing on the driver’s side of the car, struggled with James to stop her from driving away. One of them fired a taser gun at her to subdue her. McCollister fired a single round from his 9 mm service pistol at James, killing her.

8. Deaunta T. Farrow

Born: September 7, 1994, West Memphis, Arkansas Died: June 22, 2007, West Memphis, Arkansas

On the night of his death, Deaunta Farrow was walking with his 14-year-old cousin from Farrow’s home to the nearby Steeplechase Apartments where Nash lived.  Along the way the two made a stop at a gas station where they purchased soda pop and chips from the station’s convenience store, and continued down the street. Farrow and Nash turned up the street leading to Nash’s apartment.  At that point two undercover West Memphis police officers, Jimmy Evans and Sammis, who were on a stakeout in a narcotics investigation, appeared from a nearby dumpster.  According to some eyewitnesses, the two police officers confronted the young men and soon afterwards Sammis, noticed something bulging in the 12-year-old’s coat pocket.  As Farrow removed the item, Sammis shot and killed him.

9. Rekia Boyd

Born: November 5, 1989, Chicago, IL Died: March 21, 2012

On the night of her death, Rekia Boyd was hanging out with friends at Douglas Park on Chicago’s West Side at a party listening to music while having a few drinks. Around 1:00 am, Boyd and some of her friends walked to a nearby liquor store. Around the same time, officer Dante Servin was just finishing his shift on his second job. He was off duty, heading to a fast food restaurant for a hamburger, but Servin drove to Douglas Park after a citizen called police about a noise complaint. Servin saw Boyd and her friends and later claimed they were arguing in an alley. Whether Servin calmly approached Boyd and her friends or was rude and aggressive is still debated. One of Boyd’s friends, Antonio Cross, claimed that Servin attempted to buy drugs from the group. When Cross told Servin to “get his crackhead ass out of here,” Servin pulled a gun, stuck it out of the window of his car and fired into the group, hitting Boyd in the head. She was instantly killed.

10. Eric Garner 

Born: September 15, 1970, NYC, New York Died: July 17, 2014, NYC, New York

On July 17th, 2014, NYPD officers approached Eric Garner on suspicion of selling single cigarettes from packs without tax stamps. After Garner told the police that he was tired of being harassed and that he was not selling cigarettes, the officers attempted to arrest Garner. When Pantaleo placed his hands on Garner, Garner pulled his arms away. Pantaleo then placed his arm around Garner's neck and wrestled him to the ground. With multiple officers pinning him down, Garner repeated the words "I can't breathe" 11 times while lying face down on the sidewalk. After Garner lost consciousness, he remained lying on the sidewalk for seven minutes while the officers waited for an ambulance to arrive. Garner was pronounced dead at an area hospital approximately one hour later.

11. Breonna Taylor

Born: June 5, 1993, Grand Rapids, Michigan Died: March 13, 2020, Louisville, Kentucky

A narcotics investigation regarding suspected drug dealer Jamarcus Glover, led detectives to Breonna Taylor’s residence in the South End. Glover was a previous acquaintance of Taylor and she was under suspicion for using her home to his receive mail, hide his drugs, and stash money earned from his drug sales. Taylor, who was 26, at the time, lived in a Springfield Drive apartment with her 27-year-old boyfriend Kenneth Walker. Taylor and Walker were asleep in bed, on the night of March 13, 2020, when they were awakened by a loud banging at the front door. Taylor called out, asking who was there, but heard no response. Walker, a licensed and registered gun owner, armed himself and headed towards the front door, when it suddenly came off its hinges.

Under a “no-knock” search warrant, Louisville Metro Police Department Sgt. Jonathan Mattingly, Detective Brett Hankinson, and Officer Myles Cosgrove, all in plainclothes, stormed into the apartment. Taylor’s boyfriend Walker, thinking this was a home invasion robbery, fired one shot in self-defense. Sgt. Mattingly was hit in the leg, and in response, the other officers opened fire, releasing more than twenty rounds into the apartment. Taylor was shot eight times and collapsed in the hallway of her apartment. She was pronounced dead at the scene.

12. Daunte Demetrius Wright

Died: April 11, 2021 (20 years old)

On April 11 of this year, Daunte Demetrius Wright was fatally shot by police officer Kimberly Ann Potter during a traffic stop and attempted arrest for an outstanding arrest warrant in Brooklyn Center, Minnesota. After a brief struggle with officers, Wright was shot at close range by Potter, who had confused her gun with her taser. Officers pulled Wright out of his car and administered CPR, but were unsuccessful, and he was pronounced dead at the scene.

#murder tw #lynching tw #violence tw #violence #murder #weird history wednesday #whw #racism #racism tw #abuse tw #george floyd #blm #black lives matter #history #not fundie related

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Courting Fíli

Part Three

for @legolaslovely​ because she deserves nice things 💛

Part One ׀ Part Two

note: let’s enjoy some of Fili’s POV, shall we? we’re skipping back in time to the day of The Banquet.

Fíli knows that his mother knows that Fíli isn’t at all interested in these proceedings; the silly ceremony of it. Banquets are all well and good when they’re held to honor someone else, Fíli thinks. Attention has never been something he enjoyed (unlike Kíli, who thrives in it) and it’s going to be made much worse now when the nobles and courtiers stare at him with too much interest, as though they expect him to perform some intricate carnival act.

All for the sake of debuting his virility and maturity.  

Fíli is aware – was made aware quite young, in fact – that all those in a line as paramount and distinguished as that of Durin, must endure this torture. He’s been prepared and prepared further for the day his years tick over into adulthood. The unnecessary pomp of being showcased like some prize broodmare— … Fíli grumbles under his breath as his esquire – who he’s never met before – fiddles with the clasps of his cape.

Normally, Fíli dresses himself. Normally, Fíli doesn’t have a roomful of attendants and servants milling about performing various tasks that normally aren’t bothered with. Such as polishing gems on a diadem that was loaned to the Durins by the Longbeards and smoothing the wrinkles in a cape Fíli doesn’t see the practicality in and putting his boots on his feet for him.

Normally, Fíli is, well, normal.

           “Not today, pet.” His mother, Lady Dís, says from where she sits primly in an ornate chair in the corner of his bedchamber. Her face softens when Fíli turns his head towards her, expression almost helpless as his esquire starts fastening the ties on the front of his formal surcoat (that he hadn’t owned until today). “Fíli, I understand that this all seems,” She waves a hand flippantly, “Excessive.”

Fíli huffs and raises a brow.  

           “And it is,” Dís agrees, “Even I thought so when it was my turn to be debuted. However, fifty is a lot of years as it is few. It should be celebrated!”

           “It’s not the celebration the concerns me, Amad. It’s all the rest.” Fíli almost chokes as his esquire tightens his collar. “Why bother will all of this when no one else is here as witness?”

           “Because,” Dís says, tone that of a mother sternly soothing a questioning dwarfling, “Traditions must be upheld.” Her gaze becomes distant when she adds with quiet sadness, “They’re all we have left.”

Fíli feels the sting of guilt in his heart. He didn’t mean to rouse memories of Erebor, and he can see that it continues to hurt his mother to remember it. And so, he decides, “Very well.”

The sun shines when Dís smiles and Fíli’s guilt subsides somewhat. For her, Fíli would do anything, including but not limited to – apparently – being wrapped up tighter than a sausage in clothes he’s sure were meant for someone with less bulk. These clothes are certainly not for someone with a body that labours in any way whatsoever; there’s no give in the seams and the layers are so stiff Fíli wonders if they were made to be worn on a statue that has no need for movement.

           “You look wonderful,” Dís stands and steps up to Fíli, taking his face between her palms and looking at him like the brightest star in the sky, “More majestic than your uncle could ever hope to be.”

           “Don’t let Uncle hear you say that.” Fíli whispers, teasing.

           “Oh, posh, what’s he going to do? Brood me to death?”

Fíli laughs and shakes his head, taking his mother’s hands in his and placing a kiss to her brow.

           “Right,” He says, “What else should I expect of this evening?”

Dís’ grin turns absolutely wicked when she answers, “A flush of fathers and mothers arguing at you about the comeliness of their daughters, of course.”

Fíli blanches, voice abandoning him. All he can do is stare at his mother with wide, frightened eyes while she straightens the shoulders of his cape and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. Even if he was able to say something in his defense, he isn’t sure he would given how much this whole circus means to his mother, to his family.

No wonder Kíli laughed his arse off the night before when they discussed the astonishing number of visiting maidens.

Finally, Fíli manages a weak, “I’m to be auctioned off, then, I suppose?”

           “Don’t be so dramatic.” Dís swats his chest lightly with the back of her hand, “This is typical for all who bleed blue blood. You’re expected to dance with a few ladies and put up with their fathers and that is all.”

           “That actually sounds quite significant. What if I offend someone!”

           “You won’t, Fíli. I suspect your brother will find a way to put the offense on himself, if need be.” Dís sucks in a large breath and releases it in a weary sigh. “Darling, everything is going to be alright. Remain kind and show respect as you usually do, and all will be well.”

Fíli takes a fortifying breath, his mother’s words a comfort. He notices for the first time in minutes that the room has settled around them and his esquire has stepped to the side, waiting patiently for instruction.

Dís examines Fíli’s attire with a critical eye but Fíli isn’t worried; as foolish as he feels, he suspects this is how his mother wishes to present him and she wouldn’t allow her eldest son, the heir after his uncle, to look like an idiot before such an enormous gathering of important folk.

No, he isn’t worried until Dís hums in deep consideration and commands his esquire to, “Get the codpiece.”

As soon as Dís leaves his chambers, his esquire smirks indecorously up at him. “Happy fiftieth,” the scoundrel says, not at all sympathetic to Fíli’s plight, and he gets to work tearing apart what remains of Fíli’s dignity.

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Part Four

#Fili #imagines #The Hobbit imagines #Fili imagines #Fili x Reader #Fili/Reader #Fili x You #Fili/You #Fili x OFC #Fili/OFC #Middle Earth #courting #gifty by MarigoldVance #writing #my writing #so a codpiece is renaissance while the rest of Fee's attire is Medieval #given that it's Fantasy i'm not going to worry about it #the whole Esquire of the Body is Medieval while so much else is just ... #pulled from various times hahahaha #hope i didn't kill anyone's fantasy x)

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Act 12

Episode 10: Decision Time

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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Tenma: I can’t believe a board member was behind all of this...

Banri: Shit. It’s been that guy, all this time.

Sakuya: Amadate...

Izumi: Are you okay?

Sakuya: It's hard to believe, but it's the truth...

Izumi: I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.

Sakuya: No, it's fine. It’s surprising, but I have to accept reality...

Syu: It's unfortunate that we're in a situation like this.

Zen: Originally, we planned to deal with it ourselves.

Hiro: Sorry for causing you trouble.

Kasumi: I'm sorry that we put you all in danger.

Izumi: There's no need, it's not your fault...!

Syu: But this is the seed we sowed. We were supposed to corner him, but we got outsmarted.

Syu: It may take a while, but we will definitely take responsibility and drag him out.

Hiro: You all of the next generation shouldn't become a repeat of what happened to us, the first generation.

Hiro: If you all become torn apart, you will just give him exactly what he wants.

Izumi: ——I see what you mean.

Izumi: But, let me just say one thing. We call ourselves the first generation and the new generation, but aren't we all a part of the same Mankai Company?

Izumi: We can't just leave these matters to you guys.

Izumi: The new generation has faced a lot of hurdles up until now, but each time we all talked it over and worked together to get through it.

Izumi: I am sure we will be able to overcome it this time too.

Izumi: The new generation has strong members, and if we work together, we'll definitely be able to beat any opponent.

Banri: You can't just make the first generation look cool while ignoring us.

Tsumugi: We’ll fight too.

Tenma: Let us help you.

Sakuya: With all of us together, we will never lose!

Izumi: Once again, I would like to ask for everyone’s cooperation on this.

Izumi: As the general director, I will absolutely protect the Mankai Dormitory and Mankai Theater, where everyone's home is.

Izumi: So please, lend us your strength to overcome this crisis!

Sakyo: Obviously we’ll help.

Masumi: We'll do anything.

Yuki: Naturally.

Homare: Leave it to us.

Muku: I will do whatever I can to help!

Juza: I won't let ‘em hurt something important to me again.

Citron: If push comes to shove, we'll mobilize an army!

Itaru: How strong.

Guy: That may cause a diplomatic issue.

Syu: But there’s one thing we should be cautious about.

Syu: If the performance is canceled, the audience won’t be harmed, but the theater company members are a different issue.

Syu: Unless the troupe is disbanded, they will come after the troupe members. Nowadays, Amadate will stop at no lengths as long as it is a means to an end.

Syu: We won’t know what he’ll do next if he realizes that we’re still active despite canceling the performance.

Yuzo: We have to be very careful so that things don't end up the same way as they did before.

Izumi: ...

Izumi: (That's true... If the theater company continues any longer, everyone will be in danger.)

Izumi: (I don't want us to fall apart, and it's frustrating to have things go the way he wants...)

Izumi: (But in order to protect everyone, we may have no choice but to disband.)

......

Board Member A: I would never have thought that a theater company with so much promise would suffer such misfortune.

Board Member B: Their performance was supposed to start tomorrow, correct? The situation seems quite hopeless for them...

Board Member C: Do we have any more details on the situation?

Board Member D: There haven’t been any announcements from the theater company yet.

Board Member A: Hmm, I wish there was something we could do to support them...

Amadate: It's a tragic incident, however the board of directors can't support any particular theater company...

Chairman: ...

Chairman: Let’s move on to today's agenda. We will introduce our new board member candidates.

Reni: ...

Amadate: So the Chairman's recommendation was Kamikizaka.

Reni: ...

Amadate: ...What’s wrong?

Reni: ...It's nothing.

Chairman: Now then, each candidate, please give a brief introduction.

Board Candidate: That is all. Thank you.

Chairman: Next, is Kamikizaka.

Reni: I am Reni Kamikizaka. I am the founder and director of the GOD Troupe.

Reni: ...Having been in the theater industry for a long time, I know that the theater world is not as pristine as it seems.

Reni: I, myself, have engaged in acts that touch upon taboos that made me lose sight of myself just to surpass or undermine other theater troupes.

Reni: And I continue to regret those actions.

Reni: But that’s precisely why I want to dedicate myself to the actors and theater groups who earnestly devote themselves to the stage.

Amadate: It takes courage to confess your own mistakes. I am curious about the details of this.

Amadate: But do you really think someone who has made mistakes can get votes?

Reni: Because I can never change what I did in the past, I want to sincerely dedicate myself to the future of the theater world.

Reni: ...And I vow to never overlook the presence of those who, like me, have made such mistakes and lurk in the darkness.

Amadate: ...

Reni: (However, since the deal with K fell through, I can’t continue the plan to expose Amadate.)

Reni: (After all, he’s a tricky opponent. I’ll have to work more carefully than I did before.)

Reni: (But I won’t give up. I WILL break his stronghold.)

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Cosmic Scheme Pt 3

Katy Perry: 365

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Waking up next to you in the middle of the week

Never needed anyone to send me off to sleep

And I know I said go slow

But I can't hold back no more

Got a premonition this ain't gonna be a fling

 “The slight was not intentional Thorin!”

“She stated none of my clothing makes a difference!” Thorin barked back tossing another of his shirts onto his bed trying to find a different shirt you hadn’t seen yet.

Balin rolled his eyes and sat on the stool at the foot of the bed. He wasn’t meant to lie to the King, but drastic times call for drastic measures. “That is because I overheard her stating to Miss Tauriel that she found you lovely in all you wear.” Silence fell in the closet and half naked Thorin stoically strode into the doorway pursed lipped to watch his cousin add, “It is the person within them she finds appealing.”

Thorin blinked and rumbled, “I should go shirtless?”

Balin, “I did not-,”

But Thorin was already turned to head into his bath to ready his hair, “I shall go shirtless. Our bond was formed in rescuing this peak and I was shirtless then. It is my strength and stature that shall guarantee her acceptance of my courtship brunch.”

Shaking his head Balin shrugged to the ceiling uncertain of how their King could be so wise and fearless a leader and such a buffoon in wooing you all at once. This was going to be the day. The first day of spring and he was going to earn the right to gift you his courting marker to drape around your ever so charming slender wrist if allowed to wander his mind would circle the notion of tracing it with his thumb while cradling your hand after tea or a supper waiting for the dessert.

 You make a weekend feel like a year

Baby, you got me changing

24/7, I want you here

I hope you feel the same thing

 Today was going to be the day. Although from the moment of your wide eyed good morning trying not to ogle the dark hair patches across the toned and broad King who couldn’t forget the feel of your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist breathing deeply to remain calm through those memories, his eyes could not be torn from you. Or rather, the onyx wrapped large emerald cut diamond ring on a mithril band settled neatly on your finger for all to see while you tapped your fingers to your pen laying on your parchment waiting to be called to give the report you had on the job of restoring some old murals for the clan trickling back home again slowly by the day now that the weather had cleared.

While his eyes were fixed on your ring others had noted the gift a moment until the twitch of your brow and poorly withheld squirming in your seat alongside the ever clammier appearance you bore since arriving in this frigid hall four hours prior. Nori broke the silence however barking out halfway through Gloin’s report on the forge repair job he already shared with any within earshot several times throughout the day, “I’m famished. I suppose a day might be called?”

The tone had Thorin huffing and his shirtless self slumping back in his chair still staring at you grumbling, “Until tomorrow.” Blindly finding his ram statuette with his seal on the bottom he tapped to the chunk of wood between it and the table that rattled flat again post bounce while he pocketed the ram. Shakily you stood and with his head cocking slightly he caught a slight tremor to your hand a bit too pale for his liking he attributed to a once pointed out condition sporadically through the month leaving you requiring to snack every few hours or you could become dizzy. The symptoms you had hinted grew worse the longer you went without food yet he never allowed you to elaborate further as dizzy and weak was his limit right there he wished to prevent all together.

As a master of subtlety the King simply stated, “The ring is new.”

Now facing him his stomach dropped seeing you close to the shade of fresh snow bearing darkening circles under your eyes, “Yes,” all the same your weak self still smiled widely at him, “Kuu arrived last night, asked me for my wish. My mother had a ring like this, though the stones and metal was fake, I wished for a real one. Today’s her birthday, I suppose I wanted a piece of her to carry since I can’t visit her grave any more.”

Everyone’s heart had dropped and yet you smiled and shifted around your chair pausing with a grip of he back of it when he asked, “Would you join me for a brunch?”

“No,” you sighed out and his eyes clenched trying not to take this public rejection poorly, “I don’t think, I can-,”

Back your eyes rolled and when your knees buckled the gasp from Nori had Thorin wide eyed and lifting you in his arms not even letting you touch the ground. Straight to the Healing Wing Nori raced to send their best up to you in your apartment Bilbo rushed around in a frenzy to whip up some of the usual tonics for Hobbits that might work to ease your ailment presenting to be a bastardized version of what you might call chicken pox. Far from lethal for one your age, although no less debilitating or inconvenient and with all the Durins who had Hobbit blood already having caught it in their own youths they knew the bothersome time very well. Burning up to the touch but freezing with body aches galore and rashes to go with bouts of peeling skin towards the end of the ordeal. Little could be done but help you to sleep and keep you well fed and watered until it passed granting you time out of bed again under watch until fully symptom free.

 I want you to be the one that's on my mind

On my mind, on my mind

I want you to be there on a Monday night

Tuesday night, every night

Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind?

3-6-5, all the time

I want you to be the one to stay

And give me the night and day

 “We should ready the first bath, Bunnanunê should be waking soon,” Thorin rumbled out still yet to release your hand he had been cradling on his lap since your examination by the Healers confirming the Pox diagnosis.

Bombur nodded saying, “The cinnamon raison bread should be done baking and cooled by the time Miss Pear wakes.”

Dori, “How could you think of your bread at a time like this?”

Bombur huffed saying, “Miss Pear stated before every year on her Amad’s birth she would bake cinnamon raison bread and take it to her grave for a picnic like they used to have when she was alive. Share all that was missed.”

The sentiment had the men silent, Fili broke that however by saying, “We could round up some more furs, five fur shops in the market won’t have kin to retrieve the goods, all the better for us to keep her warm.”

Thorin nodded and Kili said, “And we should add more clothes, I know her size and we have all witnessed her preference for large shirts to sleep in. I will gather more. Surely she will sweat through all she has within a week.”

Dwalin however broke the lofty mood and earned glares by saying, “I will fetch an urn.”

Thorin growled out, “My Bunnanunê is not dying!”

Dwalin scowled back a moment in his huff and replied, “For her Amad. Yearly she would visit her grave, surely if we offered the Lass an urn she could fill with tokens reminding of moments together it might comfort her in the years to come.”

Gloin huffed out, “If only we had a likeness of Miss Pear’s Amad, I could forge a fine bust to place beside the urn.”

Bilbo’s lips parted and he darted off, “We do,” a few moments later he returned with an old cigar box he opened parting their lips seeing the photographs revealing moments of your years together from her pregnancy all the way to an image of her funeral with you curled up under her coffin crying.

Bofur, “Oh Miss Pear, just as stunning as her Amad.”

Ori, “They are near to identical. Past the crooked nose and mole Miss Pear lacks.”

Dwalin tried not to weep at the image of you as a baby while Oin eyed another of you in the bath he showed to Balin, “Does that not appear to be a ram?” Pointing to the birthmark on the top of your upper thigh near your groin, right where Thorin’s identical mark was placed.

Balin nodded, “Aye, it does.”

From the selection Gloin chose the best to grant him a full side to side guide to her face for the gift and hurried off to get to work in the forges while the Princes rushed off to gather goods and Thorin sat waiting for the deep inhale to signal your waking for the first round of stew and water to keep you well nourished through this before tucking you in to sleep again.

 Love it when you come back and can't take it when you leave

Got me fantasizing our initials already

And I wanna just let go

Falling deeper than before

Say that you are ready, lock it up in a heartbeat

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To say you missed your mother would be a vast understatement. Every day it seemed to be harder not to prep as you used to for that painful but necessary visit. Both hating and craving it to be near her again. Moonlight however seemed to ghost dust flakes in the air to view across you room and lost to your sinking mood dropping more and more in the past week as pain seemed to radiate through you more and more nearly keeping you in bed all day to keep from moving.

Green eyes from the shadow of the corner across from your bed triggered an urge to sit up. Achingly you did just that and up to the edge of the bed again Kuu, the Great Owl protector walked and came to a stop with his face inching closer to yours. “I can see you have an inkling of a wish, little one.”

On your lap your fingers wrung together, thumb tracing over the same finger your mother’s favorite ring used to sit on her hand. Anxiously you wet your lips and replied, “My mother had a ring, big emerald cut clear stone surrounded by black crystal on a cheap tin band. Said one day she’d get a real one. I wish I had a real one, with a big emerald cut diamond and onyx stones around it on the best metal band possible with a silvery shade instead of gold.” For a moment his eyes scoured yours taking in the memory of the ring you were picturing, blinking at your saying, “Unless, it’s too much?”

Around his beak his cheeks puffed out in a grin and he replied, “Sentiment is never too much, little one.” Lifting up his foot it extended to over your fingers and he stated, “Mithril band, the most enduring metal to offer well beyond value that will fit itself to any finger chosen for it. In place of a diamond one emerald cut stone of Lasgalen, far rarer reflecting starlight when the sun has left the sky, a stone of pure commitment that none but you may wear. Pure Onyx borders that stone darker than any discovered in these lands before with great powers of protection and consolation in times of grief or stress.”

“Thank you,” your eyes dropped to the glowing ring in your palm that you slipped onto your left index finger with a timid grin spreading across your lips. “So very much.”

His head tilted and he drew back straightening up again as if pleased that you had passed some test by the grateful tears in your eyes. “I am fond of you little one. Do not fear the shadows, I rest there ever watchful of those whom I choose.”

“Can I ask a question?” His head cocked again, “I was wondering, what do the foxes do? The ones that were here when I arrived?”

“When approaching my presence those to be tested witness those foxes, the greater their numbers the deeper innocence within. They are guardians of children mainly when not at my bidding.”

“Ah, makes sense. Thank you again.”

“Rest well. I must fly.” With that he turned and strolled back to the shadowy corner and down again you wiggled to stretch out grinning to yourself a few moments admiring your gift. Wiping away the tears that broke free when the aches in your body took hold again. Clenching your eyes shut you tried with all your might to force yourself to sleep, even imagining your mother still here to stroke your hair and sing to you as she used to.

Work was going to be hell if this kept up, and another meeting with the bright eyed King who seemed ever so flippant in your company for how he might consider you ranked in his daily life would not help things at all. You used to feel so light and free in his presence, at least until it seemed all you said or didn’t say was under such scrutiny somehow. Things seemed to be growing more complicated by the day. All the same you didn’t want to feel like this around him, you wanted to be happy and not irritable and wishing to crawl under a rock forever certain to irritate him even more by speaking rashly.

 Ooh, ooh ooh ooh

Are you gonna be the one?

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh

Are you gonna be the one? (Are you gonna be the one?)

I want you to be the one

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Days in and out of consciousness followed a strict routine until daily bouts of groggy ramblings from you were noted by those looking in on you to be shared with the hovering King later. Work on the gift came with ample time and effort to perfect each one to be presented to you later. One clay bed for a row of glowing nocturnal succulents that flourish in these dark halls would make a lovely little makeshift garden to settle the highly detailed palm sized bust of your mother into or beside. Most likely for a mantle or spare table along the wall to be set up later with the urn to be filled with whatever you wished.

All of their traditions were filled to the T. String of beads personalized with what details they could muster, a half pound of diamonds to add to the urn as her favorite stone with exactly 48 sapphires to, on the other side, shift to lanterns to light her path to eternal peace. One small jewel hammer and an anvil necklace engraved with the name of her surviving child to bear proudly that will shift to a brick to add to the dwellings of her clan. Bells for Hobbits on strings in elegant detail mixed with paint powder in a small jar and five thimbles hand carved from acorns gathered from Greenwood by the Elves who added personalized coins of pressed wax to add their own sealed promises to protect the child left behind along with pressed petals woven to form shapes of birds or the plants they were taken from.

Damp cloths were dabbed to your forehead only to be motioned away by your hand leading to a hefty helping of arguments from the King who returned again feeling that your forehead was clammy and coated in dried sweat. “That is what the cloths are here for, to keep the sweat from her brow.”

The muddled voice replied, “Well then you sit there through the pouting and swatting that you know is occurring from the young Lass.”

“That is beside the point. I gave you orders to care for my Queen. Now there’s no telling how soaked her clothes are.”

A pair of Dams turned huffing to go and towel bathe the woman no doubt ready to fuss about it. Thorin huffed himself hearing you being helped from your shirt and toweled down. “Water, water, honestly! Can’t go five minutes without water being splashed on me. Always cold, I’m already freezing, just let me sleep.”

Thorin once you were redressed crept into your bedroom hearing you sniffle then whimper out, “It’s so cold,” painfully he watched you curling up in a ball under a thick pile of covers sure to be coated in sweat once again in minutes, “Everything hurts.” Again you sniffled and he came to sit beside you rubbing your back hoping to help lull you to sleep knowing this was the worst part for you and everyone watching after you.

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Slowly your eyes broke open hours later and still Thorin sat there rubbing your back, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Hmm?” His eyes landed on yours hearing your broken murmur while your next round of stew was being wheeled in.

“I could infect you. King shouldn’t be with someone sick like me.”

Thorin smirked humming back, “I have already endured the Pox when I was a child. I cannot catch it again.”

“Did I get anyone sick?”

To himself Thorin chuckled and stated, “All of our Hobbit kin in the mountain have already endured the Pox. No doubt it was one of our reinforcements who passed it onto you. Two of our Lords on the Council had bairns who just recovered from it before their arrival. Both have sent wishes to apologize for this painful time once you have recovered.”

Again you curled up grumbling as your head pressed into the side of his thigh, “Why is it so cold, and painful. Everything hurts…”

Thorin sighed, “I know, and you are burning up actually.”

“No I’m not, and they keep coating me with water,”

“That is sweat, Bunnanunê.” Up he helped you and sat with you while you ate then watched a pair of Dams help stretch you out and rub down your aching muscles once again coating you in creams to help you sleep and relieve the pain. The process that helped to lull you to sleep again.

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Daily your focus grew a bit clearer between lingering bouts of pain and to the loud crash of thunder waking you from the storm in your dream of an icy tornado loaded with electric eels chasing you through your old town up you staggered and out into the hall. Through the silent Royal Wing you found yourself at the door of the fire filled King whose contact seemed to help warm you and ease your pain for the moments it lasted. Often in films there was guards galore and you supposed maybe in your haze you had staggered past them, but with his door oddly unlocked you let yourself in and under the cover of the thunder rolling overhead the creak of the door was missed. Straight in and onto the King’s bed you went tugging off your drenched shirt that fell to the floor. Up you climbed behind him finally feeling some warmth with eyes drooping at your body’s move to plop ungracefully onto the bed behind the snoring naked King falling fast asleep at the spending of your last ounce of energy for the walk.

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A single gasp lured Thorin from his sleep and broke his eyes open to realize there was a familiar head of curls inches away. Lifting his head he locked eyes on his sister who was glaring at her brother. “Don’t look at me like that! I was alone when I went to bed, this is the first I know of company.” His voice low hoping to not wake you only for his gaze to drop realizing in the stroke of his hand over your just barely sweaty back his arm was draped across that it was bare. “Where is her shirt?”

Dis cleared her throat holding the shirt between her fingers, “This was on the floor.”

“I didn’t take it off. I would never take advantage of my Bunnanunê.”

Dis nodded and lifted his pants she tossed onto the bed behind him, “Dress your lower half or Miss Pear’s reputation shall be scuffed. One or not. You nude and her halfway would not end well should the Healers find her in this state.”

Thorin rumbled taking the pants he eased under the covers ensuring he didn’t disturb you to squirm into the pair then shift again to look over your back admiring the dip in your back and breasts pooled partly out from your sides underneath you. Tearing his eyes from your figure he saw Dis moving closer with a fresh shirt in hand carefully wiggled around your head and arms curled under your pillow and with a gentle lifting hand under your middle from Thorin was easily wiggled down to your hips and flattened over your back. A squirming grumble hinted that your pains were coming back and to that Thorin eased back against your side smoothing his hand once again over your back. “Thank you Dis.”

Rolling her eyes she said, “I will share that your Queen has trouble with storms. Oin has already let it slip on that mark of yours. Barters have been placed.”

“When she wakes I will help her back to her bed.”

Dis smirked saying, “I will check on her morning stew. Steal your cuddling while you can. I will be back in ten minutes.” Strolling out of the room with your old shirt in hand to add with the rest yet to be washed.

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For his hopes of keeping his wording a secret the proverbial cat was out of the bag and in a slip into your apartment from the hall after a stolen stroll one of your Healers whispered something about tending to the future Queen again confusing you on who this soon to be Queen might be and how long you might have been out of it to miss Thorin getting married. Though the reveal of the crescent rolls made just for the future Queen with special jams on your cart had your eyes narrowing a moment on your first breakfast not containing stew. To test if you were truly on the mend yet or if your Pox would take a sharp turn and spike up again like the rare cases they hoped to miss allowing you some well deserved relief after three weeks of pure misery.

Somehow you had been engaged in your delirium, or at least publicly teased to be at how much attention Thorin has no doubt been doting upon you. Breakfast wasn’t close to what this was in reality, more like your pre breakfast breakfast. Once you had eaten and were left to your own whims you did just that, grabbing a tunic you had been detailing for the King to repay him and marched your minorly sore self straight for the King’s apartment. Right in you went and strode right for his closet making Balin smirk noting your determination for something that had you here while he was trying to get Thorin up in time for an early meeting.

Under his covers Thorin growled out, “Let me sleep!”

Balin replied, “The second arrival of Lords from Orcarni will be in a few hours. We must ready for their greeting.”

Thorin growled through a deep exhale that halted to the pants falling onto his back and your saying, “Get up and put your pants on grumpy.”

His head popped out from under his covers seeing you walking back to his closet, “Why are you out of bed?”

“I had to deliver a gift, there’s a shirt there too.”

Thorin turned over and Balin smirked at his instant bend to your will, though in inspecting the grey shirt his fingers trailed the embroidered hems with brows furrowing, “Where did you find this? The detailing is green.”

“I made it. You are running out of time get dressed. I am picking your boots.”

“Why would you make me a shirt? Especially one in these colors.” he said sitting up still naked in bed with the clothes on his lap.

“For one I wasn’t aware of your distaste for grey and green, and two my future husband should love to flaunt my gifts shamelessly.”

That had Thorin seeing red and Balin turning his head to hide his nearness to laughing at the rapid turn of Thorin to tug on his pants and walk to the closet, “Husband? Who is this intended?! Why am I just hearing of this now?! Where have you been hiding the little harlot inside this peak you have grown so fond of to shower with your hand made gifts?! How long have you been keeping this attachment to yourself?! I am the King-!”

“Here is a vest to go with your new shirt.” You said tossing it over his arm planted on the doorframe then turned to pick his belt and socks to go with the boots you left at his feet.

“You are avoiding my questions!” he said turning around following your path under his arm back to the bed to hand him his shirt. “Who is this harlot you have deemed to be a suitable intended?!”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed his pillow that flew from your head to hit him in the face he lowered as you said, “I don’t know! Why don’t you ask the future Queen of yours that you specially set aside crescent rolls and special jams for her breakfast that somehow found its way onto my food trolley?”

Balin chortled as Thorin stammered, “I, have no notion how you have heard that.”

“The Dams charged with feeding me said they were told by you explicitly it was meant for your future Queen alone. Then I find it on my cart, so put your shirt on and finish dressing to get to your meeting so you might be back at a reasonable time to explain how we ended up engaged while I was in my delirious haze.”

“I will have a word with your attendants.”

“You will put your shirt on and flaunt it, no telling if by the end of the week word will be we have wed secretly. Now be a good little harlot and get dressed.”

“Did you just call me a harlot?” he said turning his head to follow you on your way to bringing his boots from the closet doorway to the bed he was standing beside.

Balin said, “Actually Thorin, you called yourself a harlot.”

Thorin gave him a pointed gaze and then almost flinched at your fingers combing a knot from his hair you had untied the braid it was tied back in. “Unless you are heading down shirtless again, then I insist you wear it tomorrow.”

Just about melting from the severely intimate gesture of fixing his hair he found his arms already in the sleeves of the shirt he pulled on over his head stating before he could stop himself, “Oh I am putting it on. Not because you said so but because I am half naked and I am late with no time to browse my shirt supply, not because you told me to.”

Balin rolled his eyes starting your path to help him straighten the shirt he found surprisingly comfortable and perfectly tailored to his taste even if it was in the wrong colors. Next his arms eased back into his vest with Balin securing his belt after while you passed him his socks to add and boots after. “Enjoy your day, I’m heading back to bed.”

Your words halted his path and his hand found your arm tenderly, “How is your pain today?”

Exhaling deeply you replied, “Six, and a half.”

“That is not good.” He rumbled back walking with you on your way to the door.

“Has to go away eventually so I can get back to work.”

The pair of them replied, “Take as long as you need. There is no rushing your recovery.”

Balin, “It has been known to push too hard at this phase could do more damage than good on the invalid’s health.”

“Invalid?” You asked making him pat your arm.

“To bed, rest.” Balin replied.

Thorin added, “Tonight if your stomach is still settled the Company is throwing a supper together in honor of your looming recovery.”

Poking him in the belly he grinned as you said mid turn, “Go be a King now.”

He truly did love your gift and he did flaunt it shamelessly and kept an ear out for your progress through your next few meals until you were changed into a comfy set of jeans and a blouse you could easily sleep in if you were drained through the meal of your energy. Subtle strokes of your thumb to the ring on your finger several of the Dams tending to you complimented greatly on its elegant design surely proving the great taste your mother had in jewelry. All through the meal however everyone seemed to be up to something and in the midst of the change from dinner to dessert your tears came out hugging each of them tightly for the gifts they had assembled and helped to set up in your apartment on a table by the wall then led you back to enjoy dessert.

Eventually you had been carried off to bed again falling asleep in the musical hour after that to be tucked in. Slowly you were recovering and finding yourself a home and family here who cherished you. Silently stealing a moment once he ensured you were covered up Thorin sat down and from his pocket eased out a courting bangle with gem formed runes all around it he would explain in the morning assuming once again you would rush in on his getting ready possibly granting him the chance to request aiding in readying your hair in return for fixing his the other day.

His mind still forming the contract he would present to you after your awe inspiring discussion about prenuptial agreements. Finally a bridge between your courting cultures he could adore every moment of negotiating to perfection working out not just promises for the future of your courtship and terms to grant you any needed security and trust that he would honor every one of them to the smallest detail. With this he would win over your confidence in him as a husband after having proven to be a devoted caretaker. Back to his desk however littered with scraps of drafted ideas for terms he went sitting down refocusing on his latest idea. Though to his shock in return for his gift once it was explained you waited the day out feeling the braid he had fixed into your hair smoothing across your back as you wrote up a contract of your own.

Right in the middle of his last meeting his eyes turned to the door at your stroll in to plop a stack of parchment in front of him then stroll out again without a word. Impatiently he got to the end of the meeting and hurried to grab the stack while the Council left the King and his relatives to inspect the stack. Each page of the stunningly perfect prenup contract was gone over and as fast as he could Thorin hurried upstairs with his witnesses in tow to have it signed and sealed so that by morning everyone would know that a wedding was to be planned within the year.

It could be heard echoing through the mountain, inquiries on what steps they had not been aware of being crossed. “What was the final gift?”

“She wrote him a contract.”

Gasps always followed surely paired with heart eyes in “A contract?!”

The added statement of, “A whole twenty pages!” Nearly had Dwarves swooning left and right for the impossibly romantic gesture from their future Queen to their King.

.

That announcement however would come after a discussion on ceremony details with you. Breakfast was set out on the table, a full spread to welcome you back to eating regularly and while he had his back turned you reached for your juice saying, “And here I expected a crown incorporated around a bowl or porridge or something.”

However once he came back to the table he hummed back, “Now that would just be foolish, porridge in a crown.” Setting down a platter with the crown he had designed and crafted for you with a half a melon containing a fruit arrangement inside of it.

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[lorilane33]

Confessions

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY EVERYONE!!! Fili has now wormed his way into my heart and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m also trying to get into a habit of writing more often, so this story is the result of that :) Please like and reblog, I love it. 

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word count: 1,395

Warnings: None

Dialogue prompt: “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that window you- what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

Ghivashel - treasure of all treasures; kurduwê - my heart

Summary: You love Fili, and he doesn’t know until you and Kili have an unexpected conversation. 

Fili Durin. King Thorin’s heir to the throne of Erebor, the Golden Prince, and the dwarf you’ve been in love with for two years now; he just doesn’t know the last part. He’s so strikingly handsome it’s sometimes hard to maintain eye contact with him, and he posses a charming air about him without coming off as cocky; he would never see you as more than a friend, yet here you are. 

You, Fili and Kili have been friends since your family moved into town when you were very young. They would come knock on your door and ask your amad if you could go play, and the three of you would be off having adventures until the sun sank below the horizon. 

Earlier today, though, Dwalin had called on Fili for his help with some stuff down in the forges so it’s just been you and Kili. Kili has been the brother you’ve grown closest to over the years, especially considering the feelings you’ve obtained for his brother in more recent years, and the two of you tell each other everything. 

Kili glances up at you as the two of you walk down a corridor, aimlessly strolling after having eaten lunch. He tries to keep a straight face before he asks, “So, Y/n. I couldn’t help but notice your change in mood from earlier today. Something wrong?” 

You reach over to pinch his arm as you groan, “Kili! Can we not talk about your brother right now? At some point in my life, I’ve got to figure out that it’s hopeless.” 

He takes your hand and loops your arm through his, grinning as he responds, “How do you know I was talking about Fili? I could have been talking about anyone! I never actually said his name,” he shrugs and arches an eyebrow. 

You stop at a window to look out at the landscape stretching out in front of the Lonely Mountain, and Kili stops with you. “Okay, fine! Go ahead and tease me about this, but you know how serious this is. If I’m that easy to read, then how come Fili hasn’t figured it out yet?” 

Chuckling, he says, “You’ve been incredibly transparent when it comes to Fili, Y/n. You can try all you like, but ever since you told me a few months back I can’t help but notice it. And as forFili not knowing? Well, he is Fili, he’s not known to be the sharpest dwarf ever.” 

Sighing sadly, you lift your hand to pick at a thread on Kili’s shoulder. “Kee, what am I going to do? I can’t go on like this. Sometimes I just want to say it to his face and get it over with, but I’m so scared he won’t feel the same.” 

Kili’s eyes flicker to gaze over your shoulder for a split second and come right back to you. He smiles and untangles your arm from his, and instead, pulling your hands into his bringing you face to face. “Y/n, what would you tell Fili if you could without fear of rejection? I want you to say it exactly how you would want to, yeah?”

You look into Kili’s eyes and see a minute flash of something similar to amusement, but only for a second. Smiling fondly, you respond, “Well, Kili, if I could, I would tell him simply. He’s the most kind-hearted dwarf I’ve ever known.” 

You let go of Kili’s hands to wrap your arms around yourself as you continue as images of his handsome face flood your mind. 

“The way he holds himself, so confident and sure, as well as the way his eyes make me feel like he’s staring into my soul, makes my knees weak. I realized I loved him two years ago, but I think I’ve loved him since we were kids. It just kind of happened.” You hesitate, then, “But Kee, you know I can’t tell him.” 

Suddenly, you hear movement behind you and Kili’s smile brightened as he looks behind you again. “You just did,” is what you hear Fili say, and your body goes rigid as your face loses its color.  

Kili looks like he has somewhere else to be and quickly says, “Okay, well. I’m going to go do that thing that I need to do that’s not here right now. Bye! “ as he surges past you and out of sight. 

Not daring to turn around, you’re hoping the ground would swallow you up when you feel Fili’s hands lightly caressing your upper arms, attempting to keep you from bolting. “Y/n, hey. Can we please talk about this? Please, turn around so I can see your face,” he says gently. 

You shake your head no as tears well up in your eyes, “You weren’t meant to hear that Fili. I- It didn’t mean anything, I was only joking.” A quiet sob works its way out of your throat. “You don’t need to see me like this.” 

Fili, being Fili, coerces you into turning around anyway, and there’s no way you could be mad at him for it. 

He immediately reaches up to cradle your cheeks in his hands, a look of worry and confusion in his eyes. “Y/n, oh, my beautiful, silly Y/n. There’s no reason to cry, okay?” he coos, pulling you to him and gently kissing the tears from your cheeks. 

When he pulls back and looks you in the eyes, you nod your head at him in affirmation and a small smile gracing his features. “And besides,” he continues, “who said anything about your feelings being one-sided, ghivashel?”

You blink in shock and hope flutters in your chest as you search for confirmation of what you’re sure he’s saying in his eyes, “What? Fili, you don’t- I mean, I just- you don’t have to love me back if you don’t want to, Fili, it’s okay.”

Still cradling your face, Fili caresses your cheekbone with his thumb. “Well, it’s too late for that one, Y/n, “ he says, beaming from ear to ear, “because you are the most beautiful, caring and loving woman I have ever met in my life. Your family moved here all those years ago, and the first time I saw you I was gone. I never even stood a chance.”

With every word that’s leaving Fili’s mouth your smile grows, and your heart feels like it’s going to burst. You reach your hands up to grab his wrists, anchoring him to you as you shakily respond, “Well then. I guess I won’t have to figure out some way to get back at Kili for getting me to confess then, huh? ” 

Fili laughs and gently pushes a piece of hair out of your face, “I mean, if you still want to after this, then I’m game to help, but it seems like it’s turned out okay. Could you say it again, Y/n?”

Staring into the eyes of the dwarf you love, your heart skips a beat as you answer him. “Fili, I love you. And I’m not afraid anymore.”

His eyes close briefly as your words wash over him, but they open seconds later with a look you’ve never seen before. “I love you so much. You are everything to me, kurduwê.”

Fili pulls your face to his and kisses you. Your hands let go of his to wrap your arms around his neck while he let go of your face to wrap his arms around your waist. His kisses were passionate and long, lighting a fire in you. It was at that moment you realized that he would never let you go. 

______________________________

Later that evening, Kili and you are once again walking together, Fili off talking with Thorin about Mahal knows what. 

Kili goes to make a smart remark about you and Fili, but you cut him off. “Oh, and by the way Kili, you see that window?” You gesture to the window the two of you are currently walking past, “if you EVER do that again, I’ll throw you out of that window, you- wait. What are you doing??” 

Kili is suddenly at the window looking down, and when he looks back up he has mischief in his eyes and a smirk on his face. “Just checking to see how high the drop is. See if it’s worth it.”

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Thorin and the Gem Carver (Part 12)

Balin and Galadriel arrive with you in the wheeled chair and you all are greeted by a chorus of “Welcome!” Thorin, once again is stunned speechless by how lovely you look in the golden gown. Kili and Fili are giggling and watch their Amad elbow Thorin to snap him out of it. She chuckles and gives him a nudge towards you.

He comes over to you and kisses your forehead, then rests his on it for a moment. “My kidhuzurâl (golden one), how are you today?” he asks as he stands back up. You blush at his greeting and look up to Balin. He chuckles and tells Thorin, “She has asked me to adopt her as my Nâthuê kurdu (daughter of my heart).” He says quietly, but beaming.

Thorin gets a huge grin and pats Balin on the shoulder. “I am happy for you, Bâhaê ‘ugmul (my oldest friend). You have waited a long time for a child, and now Mahal blesses you with a daughter who’s hair matches yours!” he teases.

Balin guffaws and nods. “Aye, that it does, aside from the lovely blue.” He says, caressing your head lovingly. You tilt your head into his hand and enjoy his attentions. Thorin glances down at you and notices his courting braids near your face. He squats down and tilts your head to see how you got them so short. “How is it that your courting braids got so short, Gehyith (Little Dove)?” he inquires.

You tell him how your maid used the braid to make the diamond patterns on either side of your head with them so that the braids and beads could be seen and appreciated.” Thorin caresses the beautiful diamond patterns on the side of your head. “It is a clever maid you have. I approve of her design.” He says and stands. “Come, let us eat and celebrate Balin gaining a daughter!” he exclaims happy for his friend.

You giggle and Balin pushes you over to sit on Thorin’s right side. Fili is once again next to you and gives you a grin. “You look lovely, once again!” he tells you. “What is this?” he says, noticing his Uncle’s braids and beads hanging from your temples. “You didn’t notice them before?” you tease.

He shakes his head. “No, I guess I didn’t. When did he put them in your hair?” he asks. You laugh quietly, nearly a week ago! But the beads were all the way down by my feet and wouldn’t be seen by anyone. I was afraid of losing them, so Galadriel asked my maids to find a way to shorten the braids without cutting them or undoing them. This is what they came up with for today.” You explain.

He gazes at the diamond pattern she made with the courting braid. “I’ve never seen such a thing done with courting braids before! It makes such a pretty pattern in your hair like that! He exclaims quietly. Kee, look at what Jade’s maid did with Uncle’s courting braids in her hair!” he elbows his brother. Kili looks over and his eyes get wide, “Oooh! That looks neat! You should use that design for your royal border when you and Uncle marry!” he suggests. Thorin smirks at hearing his nephew say, ‘when’. Balin chuckles too.

You blush deeply and Thorin grins. Just then, your Aunt and Dwalin come into the Dining hall arm in arm and join you all at the table across from you. She notices your hair and comments on it, telling you it looks beautiful. You blush again and she grins. Thorin tells everyone he’d like their attention. The room quiets and he stands.

“Balin just informed me when he arrived with our dear Jade, that she has asked him to formally adopt her, wanting him to take over the role of Adad for her.” He announces. “Balin has agreed and so Jade will now be known as his Nâthuê kurdu (daughter of my heart).” Everyone looks at the two of you and cheers. Your face is beet red with embarrassment and you grin and duck your head. Everyone congratulates you both and Bombur brings out the best wine and mead and ale for everyone to celebrate with.

Thorin sits and takes your hand. “I am happy for you, Amrâlimê.” He tells you. “Balin is a wise and kind Dwarf and will make a wonderful Father figure for you.” He adds. “Aye, welcome to the family, Lass!” Dwalin says to you with a huge grin and holds up his mug of ale to you. You look at Thorin and he grins and helps you hold up your goblet of mead to his mug. Then he helps you to take a drink. “Thank you.” You tell them both.

Dwalin winks and chuckles. “So what did you do this morning while we were in council with a bunch of crabby old Dwarves?” Dwalin asks you. You sigh and reply, “I got bored being stuck in my room, so Galadriel asked the guard to find someone to show me around Erebor for a few hours. He went and got Bofur and Kili since you all were in council meetings.

We went to see the Hobbit’s garden, and the Library. Ori gave us a tour and he actually had one of my Mother’s journals that she had kept her drawings and designs for various projects she was working on. He gave it to me, and he also had some of my Poppa’s maps, which I told him to keep for the library. I didn’t have any use for them now that it seems that my traveling days are done.” You say sadly.

“Don’t say that, Jade.” I’m sure you’ll be able to travel again, it’ll just be a while until you’ve regained enough strength to do so.” Fili tells you.

You sigh. “It’s hard for me to just sit and not be doing something. It’s hard for me to need SO much help. I feel like a caged beast thanks to these injuries.” You say quietly. “You all have been so kind and generous to me, and I truly am grateful, but I just feel like I don’t fit in here. I’m used to leather and cotton and traveling from place to place, never settling down anyplace for too long. I’m used to the simple life roughing it. Being in luxury and fine dresses and jewelry like I am is foreign to me. I don’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror now.” you sigh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you trail off and look down into your lap, feeling embarrassed.”

Thorin and Dwalin look at each other, puzzled. They look down to Balin and he sees the puzzled expressions. Galadrial notices and asks them in their minds what the problem is. They tell her and she sighs. “She has been like this all morning.” She tells them. “She is struggling to come to terms with her losses and her new lifestyle. Just be patient and give her time to adjust.” She tells them.

Thorin reaches over to you and takes your hand. “Gehyith (Little Dove), I know you’re having a hard time adjusting. I understand. You did not grow up in this environment like we did. It will take time to adjust. We will do what we can to make it easier for you. If you need a break from things, let us know. If you wish for a change of scenery, we can arrange for you to visit friends in Dale or take you to see Lake Town. I do not recommend you go into the Greenwood though until you are wed. Thranduril may not let you leave if he catches you in his wooded realm.” He warns you. You nod.

“Come now, what would you like to eat for lunch?” he asks gesturing to the food on the table that Bombur and his family are setting down. You tell him what you’d like, and Fili takes your plate and puts the food on it and cuts it up for you so you can work on eating. He sets your plate in front of you and asks if there’s anything else you would like. You shake your head and he goes to fill his plate.

Thorin helps you stab the food with your fork and you can get it almost to your mouth now after using the new cutlery he gave you with the gem handles that are easier for you to hang onto. He helps you when you need it and helps you drink when you are thirsty. He eats between helping you and visiting with you and Dwalin and your Aunt.

Dis asks you how you liked the Library. “Oh! It’s lovely! I told Ori he should give lessons to the librarians in the White City! Their library is a huge mess! I don’t know how they can find anything in their library! It’s SO unorganized!!!” you giggle. Ori has done an amazing job in Erebor’s library and I look forward to spending more time exploring it when I am finally able to move on my own without needing help.” You tell her.

She grins and nods. “He has done a LOT of work cataloging and cleaning and organizing it. Balin tells me your Aunt is learning to read and write our language and will be helping him in the library once she is proficient in it!” Dis exclaims.

Julia nods. “Yes, Balin is teaching me and Dwalin is helping me practice reading and writing Khuzdul.” Julia confirms. “I’m enjoying learning to read stories and tales and can’t wait to be able to read the books in the library and go on my own adventures through them.” She giggles excitedly.

Dis just smiles warmly at seeing her excitement.

“Jade, did you have any other hobbies besides carving wood and gems?” Kili asks after a while. You frown. “Not really. Carving was all I ever seemed to do, aside from sketching out plans and designs like Poppa showed me to do. He never let me carve anything until I had drawn it out so it could be easily visualized by both me and the person I was making the piece for. That way they could make changes to it before I began to carve.” You explain.

“Did you have a book you drew your sketches in?” Kili asks. You shrug. “Not really. I just used whatever was available. Theoden had scraps of parchment that were saved and used for making first drafts of documents, they’d use both sides of the parchments before burning them.” You explain. “I’d make my drawings on those, once the job was completed, the drawings would be burned since they were not needed any longer.” You explain.

“Bummer!” Kili says, “I was hoping to see the different sketches of the things you had carved. All we’ve seen is the sapphire horse you carved for Eowyn.” He says. You frown. “Most of the items I carved were either for Theoden or for Elrond and Galadriel. I did most of the carvings in the great hall for Theoden, along with his throne and the various bed chambers they had for both the royal family and guests.” You say quietly.

Thorin’s, Dwalin’s, Kili’s, Fili’s and Dis’ eyes all get huge. “YOU carved those?!?” they all exclaim! We wondered who did such fine carvings!” Dwalin exclaimed. You duck your head and blush. “Really, Jade? You carved all those?” Fili asks you. You nod. “It took me several years to do them all.

Theoden had me start out in the guest chambers. Told me I could carve whatever I liked in them since I had been traveling through the kingdoms and lands of men and elves and a few dwarves for several decades. He trusted me to carve things that would appeal to them all. Once I had finished those rooms, he examined each one and approved, then he let me carve for their private chambers, giving me instructions as to what each chamber’s owner wanted carved. I drew up designs for them and the owner of the chamber and I would work together to come up with a design they liked. Then I’d carve in that room until it was finished, and then move on to the next room.

I started with Eowyn’s room, then her brother, Eomer’s, then their cousin, Théodred’s. Once they all attested to my skills, Theoden allowed me to carve in his room and then when he saw my skills and ability to carve in great detail, he gave me permission to carve in his great halls. Theoden had little in the way of treasure of gems, but he did allow me to carve a few of the ones he did possess. I made a signet ring for Theodred and for Eomer, and carved the sapphire horses for Eowyn that you have already seen.” You explain between bites of dessert. “I never thought to keep the drawings I did. I never thought anyone else would want to see them when they can go to the places to see the actual results for themselves.” You explain.

Thorin listens to you explaining your process for how you did carvings for Theoden, he decided to get you a journal that you can do your sketch designs in and keep them for future references. He decides to give it to you as a second courting gift. (The cutlery set didn’t count since it was a combined gift from him, Galadriel and Celeborn.)

Once everyone was done eating, you were wheeled back from the table by Fili and Kili. You sigh and look around. You see a carving of a beautiful raven off in the corner by the fireplace and ask Fili to push you over to it so you could look at it. He and Kili push you over to the statue and you sigh. “Can you help me to stand so I can see it?” you ask.

They look unsure. “I don’t know, Jade. Are you supposed to be standing yet?” Fili asks. “No.” a voice from behind them says. “But if you both support her weight, I will allow it.” Thorin rumbles. “Just be careful.” He adds.

They nod. Fili comes and stands in front of you. “Hook your arms around my neck, Jade.” He says. He puts his hands under your arms to lift you up. Kili is behind you and holds your hips, helping to lift you. Once they get you standing, Thorin moves the wheeled chair out from behind you.

Kili supports your weight by wrapping his arms around your middle and holds you flush against his chest. Your legs tingle like they are waking up from being asleep. You try to ignore the sensations and let go of Fili’s neck as he steps around next to you. “You got her okay, Kee?” he asks. Kili nods. “She doesn’t weigh much, Fee.” He giggles. You ask Fili to tuck the end of your dress into your belt so Kili doesn’t step on it and tear it. He blushes as it reveals your legs up to your knees, but does what you ask.

Fili moves closer to the statue so you can examine it better. You are amazed at the amount of fine detail. Each feather’s veining is carved into the black obsidian stone. Thorin, Balin and Dwalin stand off to the side near the fireplace and watch you.

Kili is holding you so that your feet just barely rest on the floor. When he moves, he hooks your feet on top of his, so your legs move in time with his like when a young dwarrowdam stands on her Adad’s feet to learn to dance. Balin chuckles and comments on it. Thorin and Dis chuckle as she joins them by the fire to watch you with her sons. “I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing that.” Dis says with a grin.

Galadriel comes over and stands by them watching you. You’re completely engrossed in examining the statue and the two young dwarves are telling you about the great Raven who chose to serve their ancestor, Durin the Deathless. They explain to you that the Raven was the inspiration for this piece and it is supposed to be Durin the Deathless’ Raven and that all the Ravens who serve the line of Durin are descended from that original Raven.

You are caressing the feathers and enjoying the feeling of the cool stone and the subtle engravings under your fingers. You turn slightly to examine the feet of the bird when your leg moves on it’s own as if you were trying to shift from one leg to the other. Kili’s eyes get huge. “Hey! You moved your leg all on your own, Jade!” he exclaims.

“Huh?” you say, confused. “When you turned to examine the Raven’s feet, your body weight shifted and your leg moved on it’s own as if you were going to put your weight onto it.” he tells you. You look down and sure enough, it’s moved from where it had been resting on top of Kili’s boot.

“Huh!” you say, puzzled. ‘I don’t know how I did it!” you reply. “Try to move it again, Jade.” Fili says excitedly. You look down at it and nothing happens. You look up at Fili and frown. “Nothing’s happening.” You say, puzzled.

“Hmmm.” Fili says, rubbing his beard and playing with his mustache braids. “Try picturing yourself walking to me.” He says and takes a couple steps away. Kili turns you so you’re facing Fili. You close your eyes and picture yourself walking to Fili. You feel tingling in your legs and feet. You concentrate on the feeling now and you feel your foot twitch.

Your eyes are still closed so you don’t see the Dwarves’ reaction to the two brothers encouraging you to try to move your legs again. Their eyes open wide with surprise when your left foot twitches forward a half step then stops. Galadriel grins and encourages you in your mind. “Good, keep doing that Jade. Whatever it is you are doing, keep doing it. Your foot moved forward a half step.” She tells you silently.

You continue to focus and this time on your other foot. You feel the tingle build in your muscles then feel it twitch and hear a small gasp come from your right. You want to look, but Kili keeps encouraging you. “Great job, Jade. Do it again!” he tells you.

You spend the next few minutes focusing on the tingles in your legs, feeling them build and then release in a twitch of your muscles, making you take a half step forward each time. Kili and Fili are absolutely ecstatic and are excited to see you moving your legs. The adult Dwarves stand there stunned, watching you ever so slowly make your way a few feet across the floor to where Fili was standing.

You get about half-way to Fili and then say, “Kee, I’m tired. Can I please sit again?” “Sure, Jade. You did great! I’m proud of you!” he tells you. “Yeah, Jade. That was awesome to see! We’ll have to keep practicing that with you.” Fili tells you as he brings the wheeled chair over to you. He helps Kili lower you into the chair and you rub your legs. “Are your legs hurting, Lass?” Balin asks as he comes over to make sure you’re okay.

“Just tingly.” You reply. “I’m proud of you, ‘Ibinê (My gem). You did very good for a first time!” He praises you. “I think we should have Oin take a look at your spine again and see if he is okay with you practicing like this though. “How did it feel? Any pain anywhere?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No, it just tingled. The tingling sensation would build up and then feel like it explodes or releases and makes the muscles twitch. Then builds up again and repeats when I try to move my legs.” You try to explain what you’re feeling, unsure if you’re getting across to him what you are feeling.” Galadriel grins.

“That is a good sign, Jade. It means the nerves are starting to reconnect and communicate with your brain again.” She tells you and the other Dwarrow. “Just don’t over do it. A little at a time, until you don’t feel exhausted any longer.” She suggests.

You all nod. “I think you should go lie down for a while. Sweetheart. You’re looking pretty tired.” Balin tells you. You nod and yawn, making them all chuckle.

“I’ll take you back to your room.” He tells you. “Your Aunt and Dwalin left to get her back to the Library to help Ori with a project, so I’ll have the maids come help you get ready for your nap, and I’ll come sit with you once you’re ready to sleep. If you need anything, I’ll be right by the fireplace.” He tells you.

“Mind if I join you?” Thorin asks Balin. Balin looks down to you. You shrug. “I guess it would be alright, since the two of you are not being left alone and are chaperoned.” Balin teases. Thorin rolls his eyes and chuckles.

You thank Kili and Fili for helping you and for telling you about the ravens. They grin and nod. “Get some rest, Jade.” They say, “Hurun ganat.”(rest well)

Thorin walks with you as Balin pushes you in the wheeled chair down the hall and back to your room. You look at the carvings on the wall directing the inhabitants to different areas of the mountain. “Adad, you said that guests sometimes stay in the royal wing?” you ask.

Balin grins, hearing you call him Adad. “Yes, Lass, why do you ask?” he inquires, pausing as you look over at another of the carvings on the wall. “How do they know where to go in the mountain when they can not read these carvings?” you ask.

Balin and Thorin look at each other, then down at you. “They ask the guards.” Thorin tells you.

You frown. “Wouldn’t it show them more hospitality if there were additional engravings in the common tongue directing them how to navigate the mountain like the khuzdul engravings do for the dwarrow?” you inquire.

They both look at you in surprise. Then Balin chuckles. “Yes, Lass, I suppose it would be more hospitable for them to not constantly have to ask a guard for directions if they could just read them on the walls in common tongue. I guess no one ever thought to do it till now.” he says patting your shoulder.

Thorin smiles, appreciating your thoughtful gesture to guests in the mountain who could not read Khuzdul.

They arrive back at your suite and Thorin sends a guard to go fetch your maids so they can help you get ready for a nap.

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The brave and little lion

This a diamond in the rough, but I still hope you like it. xo

The brave and little lion

Summary: Fíli tells the tale of his first dagger.

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Warnings: Protective Fíli. Mild violence.

A full moon shone on the hastily set up camp, the distant light illuminating the unlikely group of dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard gathered around a fire. Although the crickets were chirping loudly and leaves rustled as a light breeze of wind passed through, it was a quiet night. Everyone was fast asleep. The only sounds within their settlement were the crackling flames and the occasional snore. 

The eldest prince of Durin’s folk was the only one awake, for had taken the first watch. Settled in front of the fire, he drained the last of his ale that Bombur had provided him with. He stretched his back and went back to watching his comrades. It had been a long and tiring day. When uncle Thorin finally had ordered them to set up camp, everyone had breathed a sigh of relief and quickly started executing his demands before the king could change his mind.

Speaking of which… Even uncle, the seasoned warrior who usually remained in a semi-vigilant state whether someone else had watch duty or not, seemed to be sleeping soundly. Fíli smiled softly. Although uncle wasn’t that vocal about his emotions, the prince knew the brother of his mother was proud of the dwarf he had become, and he trusted his nephew with his life. The fact that he let his guard down, was speaking volumes.

Fíli reached for a freshly cut log and just bent forward to put it into the fire, when a sharp, tearing pain hit him in his lower abdomen. A low his escaped him. His instinct took over and he jumped to his feet, while drawing the first dagger he could get his hands on.

All was quiet.

Fíli scanned his surroundings and crept towards the edge of the camp. Everything remained silent. When he finally was absolutely sure there was no luring threat, he sat down near the fire again. For a moment there, he had expected to find an arrow or knife sticking out of his gut, but his clothing was still intact.

What the…  

Did he just make a rookie mistake? The prince reached in his coat, in search of the culprit. All the knives he had on him seemed to be in place, except for… He smirked when he discovered the tiny pointy blade that up until recently had been safely tucked away in the seam of his coat under the belt. His fingers working carefully not to tear the hole it had made any further, he retrieved it from its’ hiding place.

Lesson number one for warriors: make sure any lethal weapons you carry on you, are safely wrapped up for transport. He thought he had been careful, that his safety knife wasn’t that dangerous, but there he was, being stabbed by his own dagger.

He smiled and watched the blade as it lay in his hand. This was the first knife he ever owned and it meant a great deal to him. But he must have been about eleven  (or twelve, tops) when he finally learned about its’ special origin. He remembered it like it was yesterday…

 It was a typical summer afternoon in the Blue Mountains. The sun stood high in the sky, burning on the backs of the villagers who were venturing outdoors. The wind had been surprisingly gentle today, which led to an unpleasant, humid atmosphere in town. Nevertheless, it was market day and despite of the warm weather, life went its’ usual course. The community was bustling with merchants selling wares from their stalls, the bleating of unwilling livestock and the lively chatter from the dwarrowdams who had come to buy necessities.

The only difference was the absence of the village kids. Usually they were out and about, exploring the market, but today most of the little dwarflings in the village had set out to the river, in an attempt to find some cooling. Most the time the group of kids were led by two mischievous princes, but today both of them were clearly absent.

Little Fíli had been sent on a mission by his mother. It was a very important one, and he was determined to carry it out as soon as possible.

You see, it might have been a hot summer day, it also happened to be bath day. Kíli hated bathing almost as much as he hated girls, and that said something. The little rascal had run off as soon as he saw his mother preparing the tub, and now Amad couldn’t find him anywhere.

‘Can you tell me where your brother is hiding, Fíli?’ she had pleaded to her eldest son. ‘Uncle Thorin is coming to dinner tonight and I don’t want his nephews to look like two little orcs.’

At first, the little golden lion had been torn between his mother and brother. He really didn’t want to disobey Amad, but betraying his brother by telling her his hiding place almost seemed worse. After a short contemplation, Fíli had told his mother that although he couldn’t provide her with an answer, he would try his best to retrieve Kíli for her. His mother had smiled and promised that she would ask uncle to tell one of his exciting war tales tonight, and eventually, that was what had persuaded the prince of Durin’s folk on his chase. Amad did not allow her brother to indulge her offspring with vicious stories too much, but when she did…

Once Fíli had left behind the outskirts of town and neared the waterfall, he stopped running to catch his breath. He leaned against the stone and closed his eyes, like he always did. His father had shown him this hiding place long ago, when Kíli had been nothing more than a little babe. Víli had told his eldest son about the horrific tales of the waterfall that swirled around the village, and how those rumors were just that. There were no fairies, no evil little goblins that lived under the surface. All those stories, Víli had said, were made up by a simple man who wanted a quiet place for himself to reflect on life. That man happened to be Víli’s grandfather.

When Víli died a few years ago, Fíli felt obligated to keep up the family tradition and tell his brother about the place. After that, they used it as their secret hideout, a place to play when they wanted to be alone. But of course it was more than that. It was the last tie to their father, the last thing they had left of him. This place was sacred.

Fíli was about to enter the cave when he heard it. He prickled his ears. It were no more than echoes, but it was there. Voices… Had Kíli brought friends to their secret lair?

The prince frowned and disappeared behind the stream. He hopped through the small cleft and took a right turn, which gave him access to the largest area.

His brother was huddled away in the farthest corner, trembling like a leaf. One of the town’s bullies, an oafish darkhaired troll called Yanmoth from the Hardgrip family, was towering over him. Yanmoth was known for chasing the little ones through the village, and scaring them to death with his ugly demeanor. The golden prince clenched his jaw and stepped through the room.

‘Stay away from him.’ He growled softly while balling his hands into fists. The Hardgrip kid quickly turned and laughed when he discovered who was challenging him. ‘So, here we have the other favored prince!’ ‘What has my brother done to you for you to be this mean?’ Fíli challenged the boy.   The kid shrugged. ‘Nothing. He’s just such a crybaby, aren’t you little Kíli? ‘He followed me.’ Kíli muttered angrily. ‘And then he found our knife and he-’ 

Fíli bared his teeth when he discovered the blade that was lying in the Hardgrip kid’s hand. It was a beautiful design, with a roaring lion carved into the handle. The brothers had found it the first day they had entered the cave alone, and it had remained there as their little secret. That someone just discovered the cave was one thing, but he wasn’t about to give it up their most prized possession.

‘That’s ours.’ He said haughtily. ‘Give it back.’ ‘Finders keep it.’ The boy replied solemnly. ‘I could come in handy. It’s still sharp…’

 Kíli started crying and it was then that the golden prince discovered the red streak in his brothers face. His stomach turned. This bully had been hurting his brother and Fíli hadn’t been there to protect him.

‘You hurt him.’ He hissed angrily. ‘You had no right.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry my prince.’ Yanmoth mocked while swinging the knife in front of the prince’s eyes. ‘Mind if I do it again?!’ ‘Get your STICKY PAWS OFF MY BROTHER!’ The little golden lion roared. 

He leapt forward and crashed against the kid, causing them both to fall over. Fíli snatched the knife from the burly hands and threw it across the room. Uncle had once taught him not to bring weapons to a fistfight, so with that rule still ringing in his ears he landed his fist on the kid’s jaw. Then another one punch went into the stomach. Although the boy fought back, Fíli quickly discovered that Yanmoth might come across as big and intimidating, he so far had little experience in real combat. The prince easily best him and although there were a few close calls, he managed to wriggle himself out anyway. Then Kíli threw himself into the struggle, pulling on the kid’s long, dark hairs and shrieking: ‘LET. MY. BROTHER. GO!’

‘STOP! STOP!’ Yanmoth cried out and Fíli reluctantly let him go, urging his brother to do the same.

Rule number two in combat. Never lose your mind.

The kid scrambled himself together and the princes watched him running towards the entrance.

‘Who’s the crybaby now?!’ the prince yelled after the fleeing boy. ‘Don’t you ever come back!!!!!’ Kíli screamed. 

They listened as the sound of sobbing diminished, until only the vague echoes remained.

‘Kíli, we have to go.’ The golden lion finally nudged and he held out his hand. ‘Amad has been searching for you for hours.’ ‘I can’t.’ his little brother protested, tears streaming from his dark eyes. ‘I can’t go home!’ ‘Why not?’ Fíli asked while walking across the space to retrieve the dagger. ‘Because I wt m pts…’ murmured the youngest prince of Durin, deliberately swallowing half of the words. ‘What now?’ Fíli demanded. ‘Because I wet my pants…!’   The golden lion grinned, understanding the shame his brother must feel, but it was too funny to let the moment pass without notion. ‘Well..’ he sniggered. ‘Lucky for you, it’s bath day anyway…’

 ‘So… Your mother told me you’ve been very brave today.’ Uncle Thorin spoke as he tucked in his nephew into bed. ‘What happened?’ 

Little Fíli told him all about how he had saved Kíli from that mean bully. And because uncle Thorin was a good listener, the golden lion totally forgot to lie about the origins of the knife, that it was actually already in the cave rather than in Yanmoth’s possession. He then explained how he had disarmed the Hardgrip’s kid, because he remembered what uncle had taught him.

When Thorin asked to see the dagger the little prince had been ranting on about, Fíli hesitated. Thorin gave him a stern look and his nephew quickly obliged, reaching under his pillow and retrieving the blade.

‘This is one of your fathers’ daggers.’ Thorin gasped. ‘Do you know how I can tell?’ Fíli shook his head. ‘He always had this specific handle, with the lion.’ Uncle explained. ‘See?’ Fíli gripped the handle firmly and gave his uncle the puppy eyed look. ‘You won’t tell Amad, will you?’ he pleaded. ‘If she knows, she will take it away from me!’ Thorin smiled and his eyes twinkled. ‘No, I won’t tell your mother. It’s all that you have from Adad.’ The prince heaved a relieved sigh. Thorin placed a gentle kiss on his nephews’ forehead. ‘But it’s not safe to keep on your person anymore, understood?’ ‘I’ll put it away, I promise.’ Fíli said reluctantly. His uncle smiled and made his way towards the door. ‘Fíli?’ he said, with his hand on the door handle. ‘Yes, uncle?’ the prince answered sleepily. ‘Keep it under the loose floorboard under your bed.’ Thorin told him. ‘It’ll be safe there.’ The young prince frowned, wondering how his uncle knew of this secret hiding place. But when he wanted to open his mouth to ask, Thorin already had disappeared. 

He would never know.

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[driftwork]

Hotel Sheriton, Room 453, in Tokyo 4 - fragments of a novel

Magrid, is walking past the cafe towards the building when he sees her, sitting beside the man at table and looking looking looking at him. She waves, beckoning him to join them. He wonders how they have traveled so far across the city. She explains that she needs to meet with Kenzo to agree a truce and negotiate a solution. He looks at the car keys, for a Golf R type on the table. Where did they get that he wonders. Then at him as he speaks to her. Should I call or just come to the building ? He hands her a card - take this and call me tomorrow at 10AM. There is a council meeting today at 6pm and at 2pm. I will  go and speak to Kenzo and discuss the options. Call me tomorrow and I'll tell you if its safe. I'll arrange a safe zone it will take ten minutes after I leave you..  Can you do that? He smiles at her Yes. Nobody wants you to kill them. He stands up and calls Ghilli over. He tells him to buy them more coffee and tea, I'm going to arrange a safe space, a truce within 500 metres of here, keep them them safe for 15 minutes. Ghilli watches him leave - Magrid is probably mad. I think Kenzo really likes him.

A tiny war machine entered the Sheriton Hotel. A warrior discarded by her family, by the institutions she had lived with all her life and her bag carrier,  her becoming mate. A becoming couple. The transference is not unconscious any longer and they are beginning to seek to resolve the transference. They are not the war machine of the still weakening Mars, but the war machine of Penthiselia - having cut a path across the city. A trail of bodies in her wake. There is no Achilles as in the fall of Troy. Neither of them look tired, rather they look happy. Their line of flight across the city had collected things, new allegiances, new weapons, new constraints and responsibilities. A becoming nomad as she has has has left her aristocratic home and passed through the murderous war of the aristocrats struggling to reestablish a state of peace between the old and new aristocracy. Magrid's informant has become imperceptible, obeying his instructions to not report them until tomorrow afternoon, he leaves and smiles as he messages his wife. The  Hotel is 400 metres from the centre of the safe zone. They felt a little drugged, or perhaps they drank a little too much in the mezzanine restaurant.  (Amadou and Maraim - I follow you plays) . They they they stretched out on the bed as if on a sea of clouds in the Sheriton hotel.  She was astonished at how much she was enjoying having her head on his shoulder,  and he was desperate not to move in case she stopped. The noises reaching  their ears were entering through the open window and the walls, the rumbling of buses, their shifting gear, the metro schreeeeeaaaaming round the bend onto the bridge across the river Edo, vehicle horns honking, police and ambulance sirens, the traffic noises, the lifts humming behind the wall, the temple bell sounding nine, planes taking off or landing over the city, the engines are schizophrenic. Later in the middle of the night the sound of drunken tourists and workers in the corridor of the hotel, doors slamming violently. The paranoid psychotic noises of a Tokyo hotel. Underlying this are the more discreet ones of their bodies carefully moving, her silk blouse cloth rustling, her head moving on his shoulder, his heart beating, breathing, always breathing. The two I's gradually falling into a deep sleep, sleeping, when they wake they will imperceptibly have become a 'we'. At some point in the middle of the night after turning off the remaining light they will have sex. She will think, as she curls herself around his body and watches the shadows of the moving outside on the light beige wallpapered wall, that it was better than the previous night. They are, they will both think, that they are getting used to one another. She listens, he is asleep,  to a low intensity humming that is coming from the air conditioner or some other vent, the sound of water running in the next door room's bathroom. A TV clicks on, and then off. The sounds of owls screeching. Sometime later she puts on a loose teeshirt, one of his and sleeps until the sun has risen. Whilst it never goes quiet,  cities never do after all, there is a progressive lowering of the volume, like a piece of Reich's music fading away. Some of the machines go silent and vanish until the only sounds that can be heard are the doors shutting in the hotel. Until sunrise that is when the cacophony begins to build up again. He wakes first with the sunlight warming his face. His left side is being warmed by her body. The 7AM morning temple bell sounds. Her muscles tense and she's awake, upright. Hand reaching and stops. Laughs. They have become solid together. Almost what passes for normal. They are evolving as the sun rises. They reach and touch one another to make sure they are both there. She gets out of bed in a movement that seems preparatory for violence,  she can't help herself he knows. How do I know that after three days,  he thinks. He gets up clumsily, he has a tee shirt on as well. He doesn't remember putting it on. He goes to window with nothing of her grace,  its rained overnight, the trees outside are shiny because of the rain. The wind is blowing down the street towards  the station. Good mornings are exchanged. She takes off the tee shirt, dropping it onto the bed and walks across the paisley carpet the bathroom to have a shower. Only as the water flows does she think about how extraordinary it is for her to be so casually naked with him.  The noise of doors opening, water flowing in adjacent rooms and suites, hotel guests can be heard leaving the rooms.

Eventually they go downstairs to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, he carries the bag, she is wearing her leather jacket with the beretta in  one of the inside pockets. In the morning the restaurant is cool and light, the morning sun entering through the south-east facing windows. The tables have been rearranged  so that they catch the morning sunlight. They sit in one of the corner booths. Order tea, coffee and fruit smoothies. they go to the buffet to select some food, he turns off the TV set closest to their seats. She has a pair dark jeans on with a white teeshirt. When she takes off her jacket her dragon tattoos emerge from the sleeves. I don't know what I'm doing you know. She says to him. Watching the spoon of fruit salad going into his mouth. Do you mean about the phone call or about us?   She sips tea and begins to eat. Both really. I think you should stay here where its safer.  He smiles at her. Enjoying the both more than he should. Safe. He laughs. The absurdity of what she has just said makes her laugh as well. As they stop laughing, aware of the people looking at them. Safe?  I only feel safe when I am with you. He said looking serious.  I am hoping when this is over and people stop trying to kill us we will be able to see what happens.  She is eating fruit salad and yogurt, waves the spoon at him and tries not to smirk/smile. Do you mean both as well?  She says munching pineapple with a trace of muesli. Yes both.  I am your bag carrier, so I am coming with you.  She offers some pomegranate on a spoon to him. He drinks the last of the cappuccino.  Looks around for the MC and gestures to them.  Ï don't want you to be on your own.  It's after 9.30 she is thinking of what they'll say, what they'll offer. I'll call soon and we'll know if we/i/us have to run or not... During the phone call they arrange to go to the building for 1pm for the 2pm council meeting. She sighs looking at the phone.  Goto the meeting or run? He asks. Lets go shopping, I need a suit... What is the purpose of this object ? [...]

A war machine leaves the hotel, and thinks of the destiny of warriors.

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[elles-writing]

Monster - Kili x fem!reader - Day 5/13

Monster

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers: none

Genre: fluff

Word: Monster – Day 5/13

Word count: 2328

A/N: I feel like I can’t write angst or just any other genre than fluff, because it comes out as a fluff anyways. I prepared angst, came out as fluff. Also, I try to write for ther characters, but then I think of Kili again and it’s just like...no. Alright then. Let’s roll with it.

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It was another day at the quest. You, thirteen dwarves, and a wizard. No, this isn’t a beginning of a joke, that was your everyday reality now and for following few months.

You were traveling from your home village to Rivendell. Gandalf found you and picked you up, because you lost your way. He talked with you for a while then, and when he found out where you were going, he offered you to join a thirteen dwarves and a hobbit on a journey to reclaim Erebor. And that’s how you ended up with the Company.

It was a nice, sunny day. It wasn’t too long after the journey started, and you were having a stop for the night a bit earlier.

You grinned madly at the sight of butterflies and flowers in bright colours. You stood in this meadow, looking curiously at the sight around, and remembered, how often you thought about how it’s going to look like in Rivendell, because of all of those stories that were told in your village. You considered this meadow as beautiful. So, how does the kingdom of elves looks like then, if ‚words cannot describe the beauty and delication of all those elves‘?

Fili and Kili were sitting behind you, partly because they were keeping an eye on you, and because it was a nice time, to finally rest. Most of the dwarves were futher away. Maybe they found a small river and decided to take a bath.

Kili looked up at you, afternoon sun making his eyes closer to colour of a dark caramel, rather than a chocolate. You didn’t noticed that, though. You were concentrated on the land around.

Fili nudged his brother, and Kili’s eyes averted from you to his brother.

„What’s going on, Fee?“ At that moment, you three overheard Thorin to say,

„Kili, Y/N, you are on a pony duty today!“ You smirked to yourself. After the accident with the trolls a few days ago, Thorin didn’t let Fili and Kili to be together on pony duty.

Kili’s eyes widened, and Fili nudged him. You didn’t noticed that, finding the brothers rather reckless and somehow got the impression of you not being able to get along too well, them being a bit too loud, so you just sticked to Bilbo and Bofur, Bilbo being a confused and adorable, well, hobbit, and Bofur was like the father of the Company at some point, making everyone to feel welcomed. Then, there was Dori, who was the mother hen, and Balin, whom was like a grandfather.

With others, well, it was interesting, to say at least.

Ori was really shy, and you felt like he was even afraid of you at some point. Dwalin was scaring you just by his appearance, and you truly didn’t wanted to experience when he was truly mad or just annoyed. Thorin, just like Dwalin, wasn’t one to mess up with, for obvious reasons (you’ve also overheard something about Durin’s-death-glare from Fili and Kili, and sure you didn’t wanted to experience that, though they could be only joking to make you scared). Most of them were confused of what a human was doing on a quest, that was supposed to be only dwarvish concern.

But when Gandalf said so, there was no way he would change his mind.

And Thorin realized that quickly.

It wasn’t like he would dislike you that much as Billbo. He wasn’t paying you too much attention, maybe because you were capable in fight by your own and were a woman, so maybe he felt this way because he had a sister.

You turned to them and looked down at Kili with a cheeky grin.

„Kili, what’s going on?“ You noticed his face, being flushed. Fili wiggled his eyebrows while smoking his pipe and nudged Kili by his leg.

„Go ahead, Kee.“ You furrowed your brows.

„Kili, you should maybe take off that coat, your whole face is red. It’s warm today, you don’t need it. I believe Fili won’t do anything to it while we’re taking care of the...ponies and my horse.“ When his cheeks reddened even more, you placed your hands on your hips and heavily sighed, while Fili was chuckling. Sometimes you were too nice and overlooked other meanings of things, he thought.

„Alright, I’ll go ahead, you can join me later.“ You said and walked towards the ponies. Kili let out a breath and Fili chuckled, while Kili shot him a glare.

„Aw, look, my baby brother has a crush. Amad would be proud of you, too,“ He said in more of a high-pitched voice, and Kili averted his gaze, shook his head and snorted.

„You’re being riddiculous.“ Fili smirked.

„Am I? She was concerned about you. Why don’t you take your coat off, anyways? She was right, your face is almost unhealthy red.“ He chuckled again to himself and Kili rolled his eyes.

„Her name is Y/N, Fee. Besides, I don’t really fancy humans.“ Kili remarked. Fili rolled his blue eyes.

„Oh yes, of course. You look at her like she’s been crafted by Mahal himself and you always listen to her when she talks. Ah, and whenever she talks with somebody else? If your puppy-looks could kill, the whole Company would be dead. Tsk tsk brother.“ Kili shot him a glare and opened his mouth.

„I’ve never done that!“ Fili quietly laughed.

„If you say so,“

„Kili, it’s your turn on pony duty with Y/N.“ Thorin said when he noticed his two nephews bickering once again, since the beginning of the journey.

He didn’t knew what was it about, but Balin told him it may be because of the woman, Y/N, whom Gandalf took along on this journey with them. It always seemed like Fili was teasing Kili about something about her. Though Thorin didn’t had time for their bickering, ever since they were dwarflings and started with it, this situation seemed to be different. He wasn’t sure what to do about it, though he didn’t let anyone to see that.

Thorin turned to Balin.

„Are you sure it's because of Y/N, Balin?“ He asked. Balin looked to Thorin's nephews. Fili was laughing and Kili was quickly standing up and he could see his deep red cheeks, through he had his head down, so no-one would notice (or at least he hoped so). When Fili said something else to him, Kili just murmed something else and quickly walked away, leaving laughing Fili (who almost fell over) behind.

„I am, Thorin. I've noticed the way he looks at her, when he thinks nobody's looking, and overheard something from their earlier conversations,“ He said matter-of-factly. Thorin frowned.

„Do you think she...?“ Thorin said, not wanting Kili's heart to be broken. Balin shrugged his shoulders.

„Who knows? She's not really around them two. She's quite quiet, so maybe she finds them both a bit too loud.“ Balin looked sleepishly at Thorin.

„Was that your intention, Thorin?“ He frowned.

„What was my intention?“ Balin pointed towards the ponies.

„To pair them up for pony duty today.“ Thorin looked down.

„It was not my intention in a love-matter, but she seems to be careful and responsible with the ponies.“ The older dwarf patted his shoulder.

„We will see how it goes.“

Meanwhile, Kili, out of his coat, found you, patting the ponies and yours and Gandalf’s horses. You turned around and huffed.

„Finally you’re here, Kili. C’mon, look for these four ponies while I’m taking care of these,“ You said, pointing to the place where he was supposed to look after them. His eyes widened.

„You know-you know my name?“ You chuckled.

„Yes, of course I do.“ You slightly furrowed your brows when he was just standing there, with slight smile forming on his face.

„Ahem, the ponies, Kili.“ You adressed him. He jumped up.

„Oh, of course, Y/N.“ His lips formed into his mischievous grin he usually worn, and before you’d say ‚Erebor‘, he was watching over  the four ponies.

Fili was sitting on the grass, watching the butterflies, when Balin sat down to him. He didn’t said anything for a while. Then he spoke.

„I’ve noticed you and Kili to be arguing a while ago. Shall we be concerned?“ He asked half-jokingly. Fili smiled and shook his head.

„No, there’s no need to be concerned, Master Balin. Only my little brother has developed feelings for a certain woman, but he doesn’t want to admit it.“ Balin smiled and nodded.

„Then, laddie, we need to do something about it, doesn’t we?“ Fili looked over to see Kili peeking at you, his eyes were basically sending you hearts. (Fili snorted and rolled his eyes.)

Which you seemed to be successfully ignoring, mostly because your back was turned to him and you were feeding Gandalf’s horse.

Fili sighed. „Surely we need to, but do you think she likes him back? She doesn’t seem to be very fond of him. Of us both though, to be correct.“ Balin patted his shoulder.

„She is a quiet lady, Fili, and you two are maybe a bit loud for her liking. But before you jump into pairing Y/N and Kili, we need to find out if she is fond of him too,“ Balin told him.

You didn’t suspected a thing, and Kili too.

A few days later, it was supposed to be your turn with cooking. Yours and Kili’s, to be exact.

Well, it was you and Fili, who was the first whom was told by Thorin, but Fili looked at his brother, with knowing look, and to Kili’s annoyance, said.

„I believe Kili here would be happy to do that instead.“ One of the dwarves snorted.

„Kili? Cooking?“ You, according to a plan, made between Fili, Balin, Bofur, Bilbo and somehow evenThorin, would defend Kili right away, like you’d do with anyone else. It worked.

„So what? It’s not like the last time Kili and Bilbo were cooking, it ended up as overcooked, or worse.“ Kili softly smiled, his heart warmed by your statement, which was actually true. Bilbo was a skilled cook, so all Kili had to do, was to cut everything to pieces and Bilbo let him to mix it, sometimes.

„C’mon Kili, let’s show them we can cook too,“ You said. Fili watched his brother to look up at you with his puppy-heart-eyes, full of softness, that almost made Fili (and whole Company) to roll their eyes. Or throw up.

„O-oh, yes, of course, Y/N.“ He quickly made his way to you. Fili smirked.

He will tease him about this later.

While you were cooking (and Kili was messing it up), you shook your head and chuckled.

„You really can’t cook, Kili.“ Kili did pouting face, though his heart was beating rather quickly.

„Oh, you’re a monster, Y/N! Your words wounded me!“ He dramatically announced and you giggled.

„So, how can I help you to heal your wounds, my bravest knight?“ His eyes twinkled. You thought if it was a trick of afternoon light, the fire or...

He thought about it for a while, then a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

„A kiss will do it.“ You raised a brow.

„A kiss?“ He nodded. You nervously looked away. Though you weren’t really fond of how loud Thorin’s nephews could be, Kili caught your attention. You decided to push your feelings away, knowing he may be already courting someone or finding someone after the journey would end. He was a prince, after all. A handsome one, to be exact.

Then, when you looked up, you decided to do it quickly. You took a few steps to him and, not being a lot taller than he was (who knew these dwarves were around 5‘2?), kissing him directly on the lips.

It was supposed to be only a quick peck on the lips, really, but one of his hands hugged you around your waist, pulling you closer, and the other one tangling into your hair. You tensed by surprise for a moment, and Kili took that as a disagreement of his actions. He quickly pulled away, blushing hard, looking everywhere but at you, and stumbled over his words while murmuring something.

„I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have do that,“ Finally came out of his after a while, while he was looking down at the ground, ashamed. Your trembling fingers carefully touched your lips.

„You-you...were kissing me.“ You said. He nodded.

„Aye, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You firmly shook your head, flustrated blush colouring your cheeks.

„So you wanna tell me you regret it?“ You looked at him through your lashes.

„Like I said-“ He started again, but you cutted him.

„No, I mean...more like, um, well-you like me?“ Kili sleepishly looked up at you.

„I do. And now, if you exuse me, I will go and hid somewhere,“ He was about to go away, heavy blush on his cheeks you now could see. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder.

„No, I mean...I like you too.“ You said, blushing once again. He turned his head towards you, eyes wide in surprise, mouth open.

„You-wait-oh,“ He said. Then, his lips stretched in smile, yours too, and soon, you were kissing once again.

„Hey, you two, what about the dinner, huh?“ Bofur said. You and Kili parted and realized the whole Company was watching you. You pecked Kili’s lips and got back to work. He stood there, stunned, but then he helped you. Fili smirked, but Thorin placed his hand on his shoulder. Fili turned to him, confused.

„What?“

„Don’t tease them.“ Fili smirked and whispered.

„Yet.“

When you and Kili were asleep, cuddling, Fili and Balin, being the first watch, looked over you. Fili grimaced.

„It seems like our plan worked out.“ Balin smiled.

„Aye, more than excellently. One mission accomplished,“ Fili smirked and Balin raised a brow.

„What’s going on, laddie?“

„I may be thinking of teasing our lovebirds right since the morning,“ Balin chuckled and only shook his head.

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