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the hobbit (1937) // by j. r. r. tolkien

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cracks knuckles. :^)

he’s unable to tear his gaze from the golden one that seemingly pierces flesh, the cracking of the demon king’s knuckles echoing like thunder in the vast, empty hall. power. once, he was cold with fear, overwhelmed by both stature and intimidating laughter only fit for a king. courage bloomed nonetheless within the grasp of his sword between trembling and childish fingers. now, he is shielded with strength of heart. the proof is in a glare framing cold, unyielding eyes. 

link reminds himself that it is not a matter of vengeance——not to quell the fury aching from a youth’s broken pride, but to answer the burden he willingly carries upon himself since his rebirth as the hero of time. ( you mustn’t waver, brave youth of the woods. ) he couldn’t steady his heart then, the heavens weeping at the boy’s pleas. he was weak, deemed useless, all battered and bruised—— simply something to be toyed with, then forgotten; not even worth to be put down by the demon king’s sword. he should’ve ran home, fear the darkness, but the yearning for retribution made him crawl through the mud in quiet defiance. to be spared by such cruel man  .  .  .  the irony is laughable.

despite it all, he is aware of a familiarity that is not supposed to be his. both blood and sword sing along in recognition at the sight of an enemy scripted by some predestined fate. it is something beyond his comprehension and link does not question the goddesses. ( should he? ) ❛ not hiding behind a phantom, i see, ❜ his breath is carried away by the breeze flowing at his back, the master sword idle at his side yet glistening with an unnatural light; a silent prayer to use the blade to finally banish evil. if this man is darkness, then he shall be light. / @withevileyes!

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FATAL FLAW QUIZ!

tagged by: @bravelink​ thank u bby ♥ tagging: just take it and say i tagged u i wanna see ur result

FATAL FLAW: YOU’RE TOO CLEVER BY HALF. your intelligence is unmatched, but your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days. everyone says so. odds are you’ll make one witty remark too many and meet a tragic, easily preventable end that surprises no one in the least. you’ll be mourned, of course, but we all saw it coming, and you kind of deserved it.

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my link when he sees ur link

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gohmawill

                 in  another  time,  she  was  the  kokiris  progenitor.  it  was  she  who  kept  this  realm  safe  from  those  who  would  do  harm,  who  would  ensure  that  no  blaze  nor  pestilence  took  hold  of  the  forests.  the  gohma  rest  in  the  treeline,  just  out  of  view  within  the  brush.  sulkaris  herself  sits  just  outside  of  the  precipice.  she  has  a  soft  spot  for  all  those  in  the  woods  —  but  he  is  not  truly  of  her  creation.  her  eyes  glint  from  under  her  helmet,  voice  carrying  out  in  an  inquiry  that  is  innocent  in  nature.

                  ❝  can  a  man  still  be  brave  if  he  is  afraid?  ❞

@forestsomnus  /  sc.

the green of his tunic finds a home in the woods and he cannot discard this cherished heritage from himself. though considered an outsider by the fairy folk, doomed by his differences, he only deems himself as such amongst the hylians. he acknowledges his true parentage, but never compromises the essence of the forest tribe in him; he wishes to embrace both. link knows with certainty that his heart yearns for the woods and remains deeply ingrained to his kokiri roots. he loves the forest and all it encompasses within. golden hair flows with the gentle tilt of his head, heavy - lidded eyes drawn to the glowing gaze emanating from underneath the helmet’s facade. to expect his presence so readily, even if he treads ‘round in silence akin to a wolf’s prowling  .  .  .  he finds her intriguing, to say the least—— chin dipping slightly in a curt nod to answer her. fear, the fundamental ailment to make courage a reality—— without it, there would be no need for bravery. ( what could she be after? )

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We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.

Paulo Coelho (via lochiels)

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compasslcd

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLIN’ ON MY HEAD / forestsomnus

whilst   the   heavens   wept   over   hyrule’s   gentle   fields,   linkle   settled   ‘neath   the   boughs   of   a   stray   tree   nestled   there.   the   chill   wrapping   itself   about   drove   her   to   take   further   refuge   in   the   warm wool   of   her   hood,   muffling   sharp   ears   to   the   rain’s   hum.   those   very   ears   pricked   up   at   a   squishing   through   the   grass   and   soon   her   river   blue   gaze   rested   upon   another   who   stood    against   the   misty   landscape.   “   where’re   you   headed   to   in   all   of   this,   stranger?    “

when a single raindrop falls haphazardly ‘pon his freckled nose, link gazes toward the sky now fuming with fluffy dark clouds. as much as he loves the rain, he knows the wisest decision is to seek shelter lest he catches an unwanted cold. ( it never happened—— but better be safe than sorry! atleast that’s what navi says. ) the safe haven he saw from afar moments ago is already taken, he notices, when he draws nearer. gloved palm lifts up to smooth a wrinkle ‘pon his darkened tunic, fabric already wet from the rain. so much for hurrying! he pushes away golden locks from his sight when he hears the stranger, more than willing to share the refuge she claimed first. a smile softly curves his lips as he admits sheepishly within a breath; ❛ no where. i’m afraid i’m lost. ❜

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I would love you in any shape, in any world, with any past. Never doubt that.

Claudia Gray (via quotemadness)

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hyrulehearted

how  was  it  that  link  was  at  least  six  years  older  than  the  child  in  front  of  him,  yet…  he  was  only  two  inches  taller  ?  this  was  insane  !  when  was  link  going  to  grow  fully…  he’s  running  out  of  time  !  an  downwards  turn  of  the  lips,  into  a  somewhat  pout.  maybe  if  he  attached  his  legs  to  some  sort  of  device,  he  could  grow  more…  but  staring  at  the  kind  in  front  of  him,  he  couldn’t  help  but  feel  tiny.

                                  ☆  @forestsomnus  ❤

apple placed ‘pon plump lips, the young kokiri took a full bite, liquid pouring and dripping from his chin. hand lifts in an absent - minded motion, the back of it wiping his negligence. he quietly enjoys his healthy snack, turning ‘round as he feels an insistant gaze ‘pon him. his chewing comes to a halt, blue eyes wide with curiosity and hands itching to sign to seek an answer. did he made him feel uncomfortable in any way  .  .  .  ? the possibility worries him so. blue gaze molds into a concerned look, and as if to correct his unknown slight, he hands another fresh apple, smiling apologetically. perhaps he might be hungry? ( eating always helps anyhow—— he knows with infallible certainty that they both are avid gluttons. )

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identitatend

✦ —— link only takes a good look at the item he has picked up after it has been returned to its rightful owner. it’s not the fanciest looking instrument by any means, but its shape is definitely peculiar to the foreigner! he takes great interest in it now ( how ironic really– he could’ve checked it all he liked before this moment ! ) but it is soon taken out of sight.

          his attention is instead taken captive by the boy’s signing. oh! this makes things easier– to not have to listen and discern through cloudy mumbles but instead only rely on his trained eyesight.

          he cocks his head at the question: forest folk? he almost answers ’ yes ’ since he himself came from a place called the forest realm but realizes that’s probably not what the other meant. he shakes his head and begins to sign back: ❝ i borrowed it from a castle back home to blend in. the knights wear this. ❞ 

his brow furrows, deeply in thought, despite the previous contentment in seeing him signing back. a faint nod is all he can muster. the knights? it didn’t make any sense; the soldiers he saw here were clad in layers of cold metal. ( so tall and intimidating! hey—— that looks way too heavy  .  .  .  he couldn’t say—— the man wouldn’t let him borrow his shield if only for mere seconds. link walked away then, nose in the air, looking slightly miffed. ) why would they dress like the kokiri  .  .  .  ? the boy doesn’t reflect long ‘pon it, already uninterested. he wishes to help him too, just like the stranger did selflessly minutes ago. he could’ve kept his ocarina, deceive him all too easily, and yet he didn’t. he must be a good person, right? and he’s allowed to borrow stuff from the castle to boot! ( how neat! he wants to say—— ) a smile blooms readily on his lips again, humming approvingly to his own thoughts.

     ❛ you returned my ocarina to me. you’re really nice, ❜ he signs with an air of enthusiasm, blue eyes shining. his honesty is binding. ❛ so i want to help you too. ❜

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bravelink

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As a child there was an endless amount of wonders to be discovered as well as a great deal to learn. Link was no exception to this learning things daily and asking plenty of questions throughout it. But he also had his fair share of things he had to do like chores. Nothing quite out of his league and often meant tagging along with one person or another. After completing tasks he was often free to do what he wanted so long as he remained within the village. Most of the time he would play with Ilia or the animals. Goats, cuccos, cats, dogs these were all things that filled every day of his life. 

There was also the occasion on which he might end up wandering a bit further than he was really suppose too. He was told, as every child was, that it was dangerous to go to deeply in the woods at least not without someone older to watch out for them. A gate was even place separating Ordona from the Faron Province to try to discourage that. But there were times when it was forgotten to be locked back, luckily, on this day that wasn’t quite the case as the young tot made his way to Ordon Spring. 

The spring itself had a certain amount of calmness too, a peaceful. Not that Ordon Village itself wasn’t peaceful but between children playing, goats occasionally getting loose, and the always need to keep working it was a bit of a change. This, naturally, went unnoticed by a child he just thought it to be nice. And it had one of his favorite things to do do nestled away. Reeds of grass weren’t always easy to find and some growing in places he wasn’t yet able to reach without assistance. The spring, however, had a few growing near it’s entrance and pulled toward it he plucked one. He wasn’t the best at it just yet but often told he’d get it down eventually. He had also found different types of grass seemed to be able to play different kinds of melodies. This was his favorite simply because he liked how it sounded best and there was a song his foal, currently safely up at the ranch, preferred too. And so blowing on the reed he started playing the familiar song that had been passed down to him. 

he is weary from dreamless slumber when he wakes, bewildered by this unwanted consciousness. it is not yet the time, he muses glumly, ears immediately attentive to what might have summoned him. he admires the brightness shining down on him, carefully observing warm fingertips instead of worn bones. it has been a long time—— he cannot remember the last time he felt light brush his cheek. perhaps the spring has some unforeseen powers, shedding illumination on his true appearance and not the austere shadow clad in dusty gold and leaves that he now live as. he quietly thanks the spirits that have blessed him. the holy essences of this world did not forsaken him, and there’s comfort to be had even in such intangible, divine truth.

lungs almost let out a scoff over the irony of being invoked by such a soft familiar tune, but his visage is infallible and his breath still. before him is a child, far too young to be wandering all alone. the ghost’s blue eyes brim with tears that would remain forever silent. he counts the seconds. for someone so near with the river of time, seconds can contradict themselves through the duality of being sometimes too slow or too fast; right now, as he stares at the boy, he cannot decide if it’s the former or the latter.

     ❛ you’re far away from home, little one, ❜ he finally whispers, eyebrows furrowed in worry with eyes to match. guilt creeps into his heart as the forgotten hero wishes only to spend more time with the child, painfully aware of his selfish need being less important than the youth regaining the safety of home. he succumbs all too easily to his yearning. one knee rests ‘pon the forest’s floor, a slight tilt of the head as he speaks, voice gentle; ❛ i like the song you were playing. would you mind telling me how you learned it? ❜ 

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it is an odd feeling to be able to feel and see once again, his soul lulled to a peaceful rest after witnessing his descendant’s prowess. link revels being in his own skin, proudly clad in kokiri’s garments anew, and not being the spectre of his former self, battered armors covering his regretful bones. to have been called to the realm of the living by someone who does not bear the soul of the hero is distressing, to say the least. he blends too well with the woods, steps hidden away in nature unwillingly; he grew up venturing the forest and it has spoken its secrets to him long ago. familiarity warms his heart whilst his gaze sees the gold of her hair and the radiance of her soiled white dress. he has no doubt of who she is—— and he fathoms the reason of his presence at the sight of the blade of evil’s bane. he deems it a privilege to set blue eyes ‘pon her, though she is not his zelda—— the zelda he knew.

     ❛ please, ❜ he beckons with a soft voice, expression solemn. ❛ let me help you reach the right path, princess. ❜ / @hylianhighness!

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bcstrd

lynnette had her dress rolled to above her knees as she sat on the bank of the river , her feet and legs swinging in the water . most thought it was not safe to be outside of the cities or towns since the king had been usurped , and for the most part they were right     but lynn thought there would be little danger so close to kakariko in the daytime … plus she had her mother’s dagger should any danger present itself , and she had boki to alert her . 

as if on cue , the young dog’s ears perked up , and boki began to yip and bark at a young man nearing the town . lynn reached up with a hand to shield the sun from her eyes as she smiled at him . ❛ heading to kakariko , or to somewhere else ? ❜

@forestsomnus / starter call . 

hunger is not something you can get used to, he muses, belly now empty since two days, solely surviving with the help of water. he greets the stranger with an amiable curve of the lips of his own and a curt nod as an answer nonetheless. the mount’s reins are loose between his fingers whilst he gets closer, craving the sweet taste of a brief moment of reprieve. resting and eating surely made him recover; but seeing peaceful people such as her basking in the warm sun is what rejuvenates his courage. sun rays rarely pierce the thickness of the dark clouds amidst these somber times—— might as well enjoy the fair weather.

tentatively, battle - worn digits reach out to pet the dog’s head, clearly enchanted by the presence of animals. epona also gains interest in the young woman’s pet, craning her neck downward, midnight hues wide with curiosity. when away on the battered fields, he rigorously trains in swordsmanship, but trades the discipline for the one of conversing ‘pon returning to safer havens. he is clumsy at the latter—— quite so, but he genuinely tries! ❛ what’s his name? ❜ 

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miscellaneous thoughts on link + his life as a kokiri.

i. ever since he could remember, link always was musically inclined and particularly adored wind instruments. the kokiri tribe does not have many chores as their guardian provide for them, and so they hold lots of different festivities and play music as mean to entertain each other along with the great deku tree. he was initially taught by saria, and flowing with melodies all his youth blessed him with absolute pitch early on. he’s deeply ingrained in his reservations and despise attentions stemming from a crowd; but he loves to unite people through the enjoyment of songs and make them dance. he also knows how to sing / hum in a humble fashion, and by no mean it is something of grandeur—— but still soothing for the hearing.

ii. quick - witted and observant, link notices early on his differences with his own kin; not having a fairy being the most obvious case, to his rapid growth, fairly superior physical strength and meeting conflicts head on. as much as he yearns to belong with the other children, link never forces it, painfully aware of the harsh line between them. while some children welcomed him with open arms, others wouldn’t be so forgiving over what he lacks  .  .  .  or the unwanted excesses. however, link loves the whole of the fairy folk and would never guilt them over their rejection.

iii. link has an old, peaceful soul, but despite his serene demeanor, has a penchant to resort to violence—— and you’d do well to back down if he bears his fangs at you as a warning, for it’ll be the first and last one. mido was known to provoke while link always initiated the fight. he never cowered from it regardless of his blatant preference for harmony. aside passiveness, that’s all he’s known, and he understands he does it well. there’s no in - between; he’ll either shrug it off or throw the first punch impulsively.

iv. surprisingly, link cannot stop babbling when he’s with saria. older or not, she will always remain his best friend. he has no trouble expressing himself and she might be the only one having the privilege to hear him so freely. he chatted as often as a bird would chirp, but gradually stopped at the other children’s disdain for him, to where he’d be compliant in his silence or vanish. he’d use his voice only when alone with saria—— and she would teach him the hylian sign language for his comfort. while he is expressive as a child, he remains more neutral as an adult—— but compromises with the use of his voice for speech more often.

v. being raised as a kokiri, link never ate meat in his childhood with the sole exception of fish. though he relished the taste of milk after leaving the forest, he quickly discovered his intolerance for dairy products. he does not change his habits and diet as he ages. what is available to him already pleases him anyhow, and he enjoys eating greatly, to the point of having a tendency to overeat as an adult.