#because the animated Snow White is older than the Hobbit

[cosmermaid]

I gotta keep reminding myself that my love of fantasy stems from fairy tales and stop kicking myself for being unable to get into LotR.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

A major reason people speculate this is that GRRM actually said Jon's resurrection is related to Beric and Lady Stoneheart's, that theirs is a foreshadowing to his.

GRRM: It’s always bothered me that Gandalf comes back from the dead. The Red Wedding for me in Lord of the Rings is the mines of Moria, and when Gandalf falls — it’s a devastating moment! I didn’t see it coming at 13 years old, it just totally took me by surprise. Gandalf can’t die! He’s the guy that knows all of the things that are happening! He’s one of the main heroes here! Oh god, what are they going to do without Gandalf? Now it’s just the hobbits?! And Boromir, and Aragorn? Well, maybe Aragorn will do, but it’s just a huge moment. A huge emotional investment. And then in the next book, he shows up again, and it was six months between the American publications of those books, which seemed like a million years to me. So all that time I thought Gandalf was dead, and now he’s back and now he’s Gandalf the White. And, ehh, he’s more or less the same as always, except he’s more powerful. It always felt a little bit like a cheat to me. And as I got older and considered it more, it also seemed to me that death doesn’t make you more powerful. That’s, in some ways, me talking to Tolkien in the dialogue, saying, “Yeah, if someone comes back from being dead, especially if they suffer a violent, traumatic death, they’re not going to come back as nice as ever.” That’s what I was trying to do, and am still trying to do, with the Lady Stoneheart character. TIME: And Jon Snow, too, is drained by the experience of coming back from the dead on the show. GRRM: Right. And poor Beric Dondarrion, who was set up as the foreshadowing of all this, every time he’s a little less Beric. His memories are fading, he’s got all these scars, he’s becoming more and more physically hideous, because he’s not a living human being anymore. His heart isn’t beating, his blood isn’t flowing in his veins, he’s a wight, but a wight animated by fire instead of by ice, now we’re getting back to the whole fire and ice thing.

I do not think Jon will be some sort of exception to GRRM's fundamental desire to contrast Tolkien and show that death changes a person, that they are not the same as before they died. This point, so important to GRRM that the removal of Stoneheart was the thing he most wanted to change about the show, is not going to just go away when it comes to Jon; he's not going to cheat and make Jon a Gandalf the White just because he's "important". In fact, I'd think GRRM's far more likely to show the problems of resurrection with such a central and important-to-endgame POV character.

For that matter, neither Beric nor Lady Stoneheart can truly be considered "zombies". They speak, they reason, they have thoughts and emotions; they're not empty shells or blank slates, they've just lost something of what they were before. I think it would be extremely interesting to show these changes from the inside via a POV, and how they compare to the Jon we knew before. Though I do think there will be something different about Jon's resurrection -- most likely because he is a warg, and so his soul/consciousness, as we saw with Varamyr's death, will end up within Ghost, and perhaps be "protected" while he's dead, and/or will be changed in a somewhat different way (rather than "less", become more animalistic, perhaps).

Nevertheless, between the three resurrection options we've seen so far -- the ice wights of the Others, the "fire wights" of R'hllor, and the necromancy magic of Qyburn -- I think the local presence of Melisandre (and the fact that it was a R'hllorian funeral custom that accidentally brought back Beric in the first place) leads to the fire option having a far stronger chance than the others. For that matter, the fact that Beric's flaming sword is a far better match to the records of the true Lightbringer, suggests that Jon's status as Azor Ahai Reborn will be fundamentally connected to his rebirth through fire.

And though I feel this is unlikely, perhaps Melisandre will perform Jon's funeral on the other side of the Wall... at the same time that the Others send their cold winds to revive any dead bodies around. Ice and fire, indeed...

My pet peeve is people speculating that Jon resurrection will be the same with Beric Dondarrion's or Lady's Stoneheart's (aka Catelyn Stark).

Do you really think that Martin will have one of his most important characters return to the final two books as a zombie? That he won't be a pov anymore ( since there is no reason to get into a zombie's head). Just because so far we have only seen the way Red God resurrects people it doesn't mean that this is exactly how it's gonna play out for Jon. Maybe Martin is saving a special kind of resurrection for one of the most important characters, one who isn't just more important than those who have been resurrected so far but also way more connected to magic.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

The Holiday Spirit- B.Barnes

Summary: Bucky never seemed to have a reason to enjoy the holiday season, that was until he found a box of abandoned kittens.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (Not very)grumpy!Bucky, abandoned cats, brief mention of death

Author’s Note: Welcome to day 1 of my attempt at writing holiday themed fics until Christmas! I don’t know how far I will end up going but we shall see. I am a college student so the next 2 weeks for me are very busy, but I will try my hardest to stick to my plan. My asks are open if you want to ask me any questions or if you have some feedback/suggestions, they are always welcomed. I hope you enjoy!

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Some people love the holiday season, it's a time of year where everyone is happy and celebrating with friends and family. Other’s, however, hate the holiday season, these people are usually eternally grumpy. Sometimes, these two people are in a relationship, for example, Y/N, who loves the holiday season, and Bucky, who hates the holiday season.

Bucky hated the holidays because he spent 90 years not celebrating it, so why start now? Y/N loved it because she loved making the people around her happy, whether that be baking, decorating with friends/loved ones, giving them heartfelt or handmade gifts. She was determined to make Bucky enjoy the holidays. She did that by making older recipes from the 30s and 40s, giving him a first edition of J.R.R Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” and she even made him a thick blanket knowing that after a nightmare he usually wakes up freezing.

She was making a little bit of progress but of course he was still a grump. However, that all changed over the span of a day and a half. It was cold, snowy, so Bucky was walking back to the tower from the store. Y/N had asked him to pick her up some more ingredients for her constant baking, he willingly went because her puppy-dog eyes made him cave the second he saw them.

As he was walking back, trekking his way through the snow, he heard a faint but consistent meowing coming from an alleyway. Bucky always had a soft spot for animals, especially cats, so he was quick to try to find the crying cat. He followed the sound which led him to a soaking wet cardboard box next to a dumpster. Inside held half a dozen kittens, 4 of them were weak but the one that was causing all the ruckus had the most strength, however there was another right next to her a little weaker but still stronger than the rest. 

When he got up to his and Y/N’s floor, she was waiting by the elevator for him. “What’s in the box, honey?” She asked before kissing him sweetly. Before he could answer, the strongest kitten, a white little ball of fur, let out a long and loud meow. 

“I found them in an alleyway. Do we have tuna? Can you start a fire? They’re freezing,” Bucky rattled off.

“I have a fire going already, I can make some tuna. How many are there? I only hear the one.” Bucky opened the top of the box revealing the 6 kittens. The white kitten crawled her way out of the box, the black kitten following suit, the other 4 only twitching every few seconds.

“We need to warm them up. Put the box in front of the fire, give me one kitten at a time and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I am so happy you are a vet tech. Take this little guy first, he’s not moving as much as the others.” Bucky handed her an orange kitten before bringing the box over by the fire. He sat next to the box, running his fingers over the kittens heads, trying to keep them stimulated. The lone white kitten who crawled out of the box had found her way into his lap, snuggling herself up against his stomach, the black one finding her way closer to the warmth of the fire.

Y/N brought the orange kitten back, instructing Bucky to keep him stimulated by petting him and lightly rocking him. They kept changing off the kittens, eventually having to call in reinforcements. Steve, Natasha and Sam were all with Bucky keeping the kittens stimulated. Soon enough the other 5 kittens started to find their voices and began stumbling around in the box.

She had sent Sam to the pet store to pick up some food, toys, litter and litter boxes, practically shoving the man towards the elevator. Nat and Steve left eventually, leaving the couple to deal with the litter of kittens. “We have to name them,” Y/N piped up after a few minutes of silence between the couple, the only sound was the meowing of the kittens and the crackling fire.

“I already know that this little baby is Alpine. As soon as I saw her that’s what came to mind,” Bucky smiled down at the white kitten in his lap. They went about naming all of the kittens and waited through the night with them. If they made it through the night they were in the clear.

By the next morning there were only two kittens left, they were the strongest two to begin with so they had a greater chance of survival. Little Alpine and her polar opposite sister whom Y/N had promptly named Salem. She had a few errands to run before going to the animal clinic so she left Bucky alone with the cats. That usually meant trouble but for once, Bucky hadn’t gotten himself in trouble. Instead he made his way to the pet store, both of the kittens tucked under his jacket, to get some supplies. He ended up purchasing a huge cat tree, cat beds, food, treats, toys, bowls, a water bubbler and then he bought a surprise that Y/N would have to see when she got home.

As he waited for his girl to arrive back home, he set up the cat tree, got the bowls filled and put out, got the water bubbler going, set the cat beds in their bedroom and put on the surprise he had for Y/N before taking a few of the toys and playing with the cats. After a few hours, she had finally returned home, seeming more tired than usual, nearly crashing as soon as she got out of the elevator.

“You look so tired my love! I can run you a nice warm bath and make you some dinner, does that sound okay?” Bucky immediately offered, quite literally sweeping her off her feet and right into his arms. He began walking to their bedroom, setting her on their bed once he entered.

“That would be amazing, honey. Thank you. I barely slept last night,” She yawned promptly after finishing her sentence.

“I bet, let me go get that bath running for you, just relax for a few minutes, okay?” She just hummed, laying back on the bed, dozing off as she heard the faucet running in the bathroom. She was startled, however, when she heard the tinkling of bells approaching her, then a sudden weight on her lap and her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked down only to find the two cats curled up on her. She started giggling when she saw what they were wearing.

The two kittens were dressed as little elves, hat and all. The hats had little bells on the end of them that jingled when they moved. Bucky had heard her giggling so he peaked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to see that the cats were snuggling with her in their brand new outfits. “I guess this is what you did today?” She teased the man.

“It was an effort trying to get them in those outfits. But I also got a cat tree, some beds, toys, y’know the necessities.” Bucky’s face was bright red but he didn’t mind, he just loved to hear his girl laugh, whether it was at him or the stupid little outfits he put the cats in. He made his way to the bed, plopping himself down by her legs and going back and forth between the cats, petting them gently.

“Seems like you’re in the Christmas spirit.”

“I guess I have some reasons to get into it.”

[queenaryastark]

Why do think Jon can't or won't have any romances if he died and is resurrected? Like uh... erh you think he physically won't be able to uh get it up again so he'll never have a sexual relationship again or do u mean that you think he won't be able to emotionally form romantic attachments or...? I deff think Jon is going to be darker after and all that but i think him inhabiting Ghost might result in him being slighty different than Beric and Stoneheart. Idk what is ur speculation on it? Thanks!

I agree that if Jon is dead, his experience will be slightly different from Beric and Stoneheart since his consciousness has probably already transferred into ghost. But even there, the mind of the human starts to fade. That’s the beauty of GRRM’s work. There are always consequences, even with magic involved. Or especially when magic is involved. We don’t know how long he will remain in Ghost or what shape his body will be in when he returns to it. So while Jon might not lose as much of his personality as his predecessors, he will still be a fire wight. Though, tbh, with Jon being the third fire wight, it doesn’t seem like GRRM’s style to have him be in better shape than the other two. If anything, just as Stoneheart is worse than Beric, it seems like Jon would be even worse. Here are GRRM’s words on this element of his series:

GRRM: “Part of it was also, it’s the dialogue that I was talking about. And here I’ve got to get back to Tolkien again. And I’m going to seem like I’m criticizing him, which I guess I am. It’s always bothered me that Gandalf comes back from the dead. The Red Wedding for me in Lord of the Rings is the mines of Moria, and when Gandalf falls — it’s a devastating moment! I didn’t see it coming at 13 years old, it just totally took me by surprise. Gandalf can’t die! He’s the guy that knows all of the things that are happening! He’s one of the main heroes here! Oh god, what are they going to do without Gandalf? Now it’s just the hobbits?! And Boromir, and Aragorn? Well, maybe Aragorn will do, but it’s just a huge moment. A huge emotional investment.

And then in the next book, he shows up again, and it was six months between the American publications of those books, which seemed like a million years to me. So all that time I thought Gandalf was dead, and now he’s back and now he’s Gandalf the White. And, ehh, he’s more or less the same as always, except he’s more powerful. It always felt a little bit like a cheat to me. And as I got older and considered it more, it also seemed to me that death doesn’t make you more powerful. That’s, in some ways, me talking to Tolkien in the dialogue, saying, “Yeah, if someone comes back from being dead, especially if they suffer a violent, traumatic death, they’re not going to come back as nice as ever.” That’s what I was trying to do, and am still trying to do, with the Lady Stoneheart character.”

Interviewer: “And Jon Snow, too, is drained by the experience of coming back from the dead on the show.”

GRRM: “Right. And poor Beric Dondarrion, who was set up as the foreshadowing of all this, every time he’s a little less Beric. His memories are fading, he’s got all these scars, he’s becoming more and more physically hideous, because he’s not a living human being anymore. His heart isn’t beating, his blood isn’t flowing in his veins, he’s a wight, but a wight animated by fire instead of by ice, now we’re getting back to the whole fire and ice thing.” -- Time

So based on GRRM’s words, we can rule out Jon having an experience anything close to show!Jon where his death was only a benefit. He essentially used it as a “Get out of the Night’s Watch Free” card, even though that line of reasoning makes no sense. Him dying and being reanimated as a zombie would not result in him being physically and mentally the same, nor would it lead to everyone being fine with what he is. He would either be killed as a deserter or burned as a wight.

So as for Jon not having a chance for romance in my opinion, I would rule it out both emotionally and physically. 

As an animated corpse who has lost a degree of consciousness, I have my doubts about him being able to form new meaningful relationships. Beric and Catelyn have become hyper focused on the last goals they had before dying. Since Beric’s goal didn’t include his fiance, he barely remembers that he has a fiance, let alone anything about her. Nor does he remember where his home is. All he is about is carrying out his last orders which were to enforce justice on the Mountain and stop the Lannister’s terrorist acts on the common people of the Riverlands. So that’s it for him. Catelyn seems to be in a similar situation where her last act was to kill a Frey while also thinking of her lost children. So she is looking for Arya while murdering every Frey she can find and extending that vengeance to Jaime since Roose delivered his regards as he stabbed Robb. Stoneheart has lost a great deal of who she was to the point that she can’t hear reason, not even with Brienne. 

Jon’s situation has to be similar. His dying thoughts were of Arya and planning to meet Ramsay Bolton in battle. It stands to reason that his diminished mind would center on that, unless his time in Ghost allows him to focus on something or someone else. 

As far as physically goes, based on Beric and Stoneheart, Jon’s heart wouldn’t be beating so no blood flow would be going through his body, he wouldn’t need food since his digestive system wouldn’t be working, and he wouldn’t even need to sleep. Essentially, he is not alive and has no normal bodily functions. Unless he dies with a permanent terminal erection, a part of physical intimacy is out. He could probably still give oral if he’s able to keep hydrated for that purpose. Sorry, TMI. In short, in my opinion, if Jon is dead emotional and physical romance are out. But JMO.

That’s one of the reasons I’m still open to the possibility that Jon isn’t dead. Before the show killed and resurrected the show version as Gandolf the White 2.0, his status was up for debate. There were many who steadfastly believed he was alive. GRRM even said in an interview that whether Jon was dead or alive was up for debate until the next installment. Since he essentially brushed off the interviewer’s attempt in the quote above to redirect the discussion to undead!Jon and went on to discuss Beric, that suggests that canon Jon’s status is still undetermined. And there are a lot more possibilities for him if he’s alive. 

[tubbyliltuna]

.The more you learn, the less you know // the hobbit x dragonborn. (1/?)

This here is a story, a rough, horrible, piece of work that needs to be shredded. But I cannot get the idea of a Dragonborn in middle earth out of my head. I can’t, so I’m doing this. It needs work, improvement, lots of work and improvement, but I’m getting this out of my head. Thx.

It’s really long, because i’m a horrible hoe for details and such. Also, Hermaeus is in this, and he does talk, but just remember it’s a slow talk. But he is my favorite Daedric prince, ngl.

Warning: self-hate, PTSD, the usual stuff a person would suffer from what I’m sure we all put our Dragonborn through while playing Skyrim.

Description: It was all suppose to be over - she had sealed all her deals, repaid all her debts, returned all of her favors no matter how dark. Her days of adventuring and dragon slaying were finished. Unfortunately, even after both wars, peace was never to be found in Skyrim. Not with a prince who forever craved knowledge of the unknown, and who a better scavenger than the Dovahkiin herself?

                                                          ❤️

                                      Chapter One: Radioactive.

It always snowed. It always stormed. The sun never shone through the grey clouds that drowned out the sky like a thick, dirty ocean, except for today it seemed. It was incredibly depressing, though she preferred to stick around this dreadful town. Why? Perhaps because it wasn't the only one practically in ruins these days, and as she bent down to gently run her fingers over a fresh print – a subtle warmth radiating off it – in the deep snow, she hummed in her chest at the thought. They still hadn't cleaned up the wreckage after that civil war. It was also the only place she seemed to really find peace among the world. She cared not for bustling cities, or large crowds, or loud atmosphere's, no, unless she was called to one on duty (not that it would ever happen again. It had been quiet the while since she had been summoned anywhere). Standing back up, she reached her arm to her back and plucked an arrow from her quiver, her pale blue eyes like a bolt of thunder trailed over the tip of the small spear, and the topaz colored glass glistening like a gem in the morning rays that poured through the thinning pine trees. The area was good for hunting, and that was how she spent her time. The forest may have been blanketed in snow ninety percent of the time, but it was still busy with life – new and old – and a variety of fruits even if they were mostly berries, nuts, and ingredients. Speaking of berries, she caught the color of blood peaking from the corner of her eye, and a smirk came over her face as she would remember the path she walked to come back later, but as of now, as her feet sank into the white land with a soft crunch, she continued onwards, gripping loosely to her bow and arrow. She was on a mission. A delicate one.

A snort, a gentle and calming noise came from her side and she stopped, turning her head very slowly, a few flakes of built up snow dropped from her hood, and she saw her prey; a beautiful a healthy Buck, it's rack at least 8 points high. Not only could she get a good amount of stock from it, but she could get a fair price for its head on a mantle. Not that money was a matter, more like a pass-time. She was quiet the collector; gems, ancient weapons, armor, you name it. Settling down further in her spot, she watched with narrowed eyes as the animal's ears twitched backwards, obviously hearing a sound it didn't like and its head shot up, causing her breath to halt and it felt as though everything around her stopped. No, her life didn't depend on this, not at all, but she had her reasons that this was so important to her. Waiting, listening to the sound of her strong heart pounding in her ears, she was so still with her eyes wide that she could almost feel the mixed blood in her veins flow and pump along with her heart, making her whole body feel as though it was shaking. It felt like an hour that she sat with small diamonds glittering down from the sky, and the feel of the warm sun beating down onto her black clothing making her sweat, but it had only been a few seconds, and she heard the majestic animal chewing again. Perhaps it was a good thing she was part Wood Elf, or she would have had to train harder to hear such things. Put into action once more, she quietly docked her bow, and took her shot – a flash of topaz crossed the woods, the sound of the small but deadly shaft buzzing past each tree, and the buck and birds screaming as the beast fell to the forest floor with an encouraging noise.

With a smile, she stood, though she felt guilty as it laid on the ground writhing in pain, crying out for help from its kin or the like. So, with a faster pace, she pulled out a small blackened and worn dagger from her thigh and struck the beast down, silencing it and sending its peaceful soul back home. Sheathing her dagger, she let her hands fall to her side for only a moment, letting the sounds of the forest flow through her pointed ears. Sometimes it was strange to her how things to could go back to moving as though nothing had ever happened, even with the fact a woodland creature had just been slaughtered in front of any surrounding animal's eyes. The circle of life was cruel thing. Reaching down and wrapping her gloves hand around the plush neck of the lifeless corpse, she slowly lifted it up with an inhuman strength, the muscles in her arm rippling and shaking, straining to hold the dead weight in the air before her. She tilted the head to one side, then to the other, examining it with guilty eyes. But it was all for a good reason. "Fear not – you did not die in vain, Beast," she murmured, crouching down slightly and maneuvering so it rested across the span of her back and over her shoulder, and she stood up as straight as she could with a grunt. It would be an agonizing trek, but her destination was not too far from her location.

Beginning her walk, she clutched onto the carcass with a tight grip, dodging trees, roots and, various plants as she slowly walked back down-hill. The tri-blood knew she didn't have to make this journey alone, she could have easily bought a companion with her, but that would defeat the purpose of her 'get-away plan' or her 'vacation' as her apprentice prefers to call it. The poor boy never understood why she felt the need to get away; Winterhold was not even big enough to consider a town (though the boy barely called it a village himself), and the College barely had any activities or anyone new coming. He was a good man, she couldn't deny, Onmund had helped through several things and even when she was a student, she remembered how he fought along-side of her when she needed it. Even now, he had pledged to her, especially the few times she had saved his life when he was reckless with their travels. The young mage had seen things he would never forget, and his blood pumped for adventure like a true Nord, but that was not her… not much anymore. The same could not be said for Tolfdir, unfortunately, as talented as her Master Wizard was, the older man wanted absolutely nothing to do with their childish ways and preferred to stay at the College and keep a watch over the students, the professors and, the town. Though, like the younger Nord, he understood what the tri-blood had been through and the inability to stay settled in one place for too long (even though there had been several times Tolfdir had mumbled under his breath that if he had traveled all over Skyrim and back he would prefer to sleep for a year and never set a foot outside his door unless it was for stock and food, something to which she would always laugh at), but in the end he would touch her shoulder and giver her his blessing, telling her to come back in one piece for several reasons; he was too old to handle the college as Arch Mage, he would miss her far too much, and he certainly didn't want Onmund in charge (the poor boy would always get flustered and defensive at that).

Wrapped up in her thoughts, she realized she had finally arrived at the steps leading up the hill to her small cabin. It was a homey little place, just enough space to live comfortable and keep everything she needed, unlike her quarters at the college that contained … well, all her belongings; her armors, her gems, her books, her weapons, and her … special artifacts. Trekking up the stairs, she stopped dead at the door, squinting her eyes at the sound of multiple thuds inside of the small house. There seemed to be a pause before each one, followed by a disgusted grumble. Looking side-to-side and once behind her, she unsheathed her dagger and gripped It in her hand before kicking the door open. It must have been a sight to see to whoever was in there because they let out a painful noise, followed by the sound of several things hitting the floor; a woman cloaked in all black, a large Beast on her back and a powerful dagger in her hand, and the blinding sunlight flooding the main room. Moving quickly into the room, she shut the door and dropped the Beast. The sound of its skull sent a terrifying crack throughout the room, but before she could act, the dagger was slapped from her hand and thrown into the fire as her vision – no, the room filled with multiple black spots and – "One, I find it absolutely astonishing and quiet offensive you would use a Daedric blade in defense against me, and two … " the monotone voice drug out before it completely cut off, and bright blue eyes bet a single burning yellow one, that of a cat or Kahjit. "Venison, again, Dovahkiin? And here I thought the warrior of the world would at least know a thing or two about a… healthy diet," the voice almost mused, although one who did not know better would guess he did not care at all about the conversation. "Or did that part of yourself die away along with Verulus? Hmmm….?"

To anyone else, it should have seemed strange – scratch that, terrifying, disgusting, revolting, and the list could go on in the Dragonborns mind, to see nothing but a black mass of shadows in the air as though it were stretching across the wall, pale-green tentacles crawling and slithering out and circling around nothing but a large golden eye with a slit pupil. Do not get her wrong, every time she simply laid eyes on Hermaeus, she had to continuously tell herself not to vomit all over a Daedric prince. That would surely end her life into an eternity of being hunted by Hericine himself, or even worse… living her life in Hermaeus Mora's library taking care of his damned books. But aside all of that, the blue-eyed female sighed, turning around to her kill once more, so easily turning her back to one of the most dangerous entity's to ever exist in all Tamriel. "That was once," she mumbled, lifting her catch in both arms with a grunt to throw it up onto the clearing on her wooden table. "I no longer have the ring in my possession anyhow." the tri-blood huffed out, slowly running her hands over the hardening fur on the dead animal, almost as though she were petting it. It calmed her somehow. Maybe she should get a pet…

"It's under your bed, actually. "

She froze, the muscles under her eyes twitching slightly in annoyance at her visitor. Honestly, out of all the dark Princes and Princesses that she had met in her life-time, or the one that seemed to be most interested by her had to be him. Why couldn't it have been someone like Clavicus that was mildly interesting, or Sheogorath the mad who tended to make her laugh, or Vaermina who would want nothing to even do with her after the whole 'skull' incident. No, she got the walking dictionary of all Tamriel, and Divines knows where else. Sighing, she grit her teeth together in annoyance and gripped onto the wooden table a little tighter. "What, do, you, want?" she bit out, holding her tongue from telling him exactly how she felt about him.

It was almost immediately that she felt something slimy and wet slap across the back of her head, and the brunette had to hold back her gag reflexes. "Speak to me in such tone – hold your tongue, Dovahkiin!" the voice seemed almost stern that time, like talking to a child who was stepping over a line that their parent drew. "Or do you forget who so graciously helped you survive Miraak? Or are you already forgetting things in your old age? Interesting, really, the minds of you humans… how important and fragile your brains are…" Then he tapped, the very tip of his tendril poking her temple, and it sent a large shiver down her spine, goosebumps breaking out over her paled skin.

Akatosh, Talos, Divines, help her.

The Dragonborn sighed deeply. "Not that you did it out of the kindness of your heart, because I'm more than sure you don't actually have one – "

"I'm summoning you on a favor," He cut her off immediately, looking over his tendril like he had hands, fingers, and nails he was observing like some high-and-mighty Jarl who was getting bored with the whole situation. She wouldn't doubt if he was, cutting straight to the point like he did. Not many of these Daedric beings enjoyed beating around the bush. A lot of them cut straight to the point, and while she could appreciate that, sometimes these bastards could just be rude-

Wait, what? Favor? A favor!?

Something inside of her snapped, or was it the table seeing as she held a piece of ragged wood in her hand, turning around to face the dazed-off Prince. "What favor!?" she shouted, her voice rumbling in question and the ugly eye slid from the small mountain of books her had created over to her. "I already did your favor back in Solstheim. You murdered it – him, remember?"

If Hermaeus had both eyes, he probably would have rolled them, but no, instead he rolled all of them, even the small ones doting the black mass and it was the second most disgusting thing the Dragonborn had ever watched. "Of course, I remember. He was very useful."

"Then your trip was wasted," she growled, her chest rumbling like thunder. It never failed to sicken her at how easily these beings could murder someone for their own selfish reasons, but what right did she have to act all righteous about it? How many times had she killed simply to live? To make money? Or perhaps even for nothing when she had simply gotten an order? The war… all the men and women she slaughtered in the name of Ulfric Stormcloak and a free Skyrim. Two things she wanted to damn away for so long. Damn the Nords, damn the Thalmor, the legion, all the gods – Daedric or not. Sometimes she hated them all, and it was almost in those times she could understand why Alduin wanted to rid this world of every race except for their own and Akatosh, or enslave the mortals that would serve him. But then, she remembered her friends; the Companions, the College, the Blades, the Thieves Guild, even some of her brother and sisters in armor that battled beside her, and she remembered why she fought for this world. Everything deserved a second chance. Though sometimes she thought the world would never change, no matter what she had done for it. It wasn't that she wanted everyone to know of her good deeds… it was just, she wanted them to realize what could have been and that they need to… well, change.

"You fail to understand, Dovahkiin," came a horrendous whisper that chilled her to the bones, and the fire in her hearth flickered fiercely before dying, and her world was cast into shadows. The only thing she could see was a golden eye staring her down, the iris shimmering in the faint sunlight like a pool of melted gold. Had it been anything else before her, it would have entranced her, drawing her in, but a raging fire burned inside the pit of her stomach and it grew ever more, lapping at her immortal heart. Her icy eyes screamed death, and held no fear as the sound of metal clicked against metal, her long sword unsheathing. The cold steel glimmered in the scarce light from her windows as the tip pointed only inches from his eye. She couldn't kill the bastard, but dammit, she could send the old fool back his library in Oblivion. "It wasn't a choice."

"Fid zey zek wah Sovngarde, Sivaas." (Send me back to Sovngarde, Beast.)

She couldn't really die anyway.

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tolkien orc headcanons ;; 

** many of my headcanons are pulled from helenamarkos’ splint. i will note such with two asterisks next to the appropriate headcanon. 

aside from pure-blooded orcs’ aversion to sunlight, they share many similarities with their elvish cousins. they have heightened senses of smell and hearing and can see for many leagues. they’re also fiercely loyal by nature, if you earn their respect and trust. Tolkien states that they will pursue an enemy for miles in order to avenge a fallen captain. and like elves and hobbits, orcs refer to the sun with feminine pronouns. 

before and after the war, it wasn’t uncommon to see unions between orcs and men/women from Dunland, Rhûn, and Harad. tribes that remained in those lands after the war slowly adopted the others’ languages and culture. 

unless one was an engineer or merchant, most orcs were illiterate and relied on oral traditions to relay clan history. those who dwell in the mountain add to this by creating tablets with pictures to aid in story-telling. an elder is usually tasked with this and is considered one of the most important members of the tribe. all orcs who are a part of Snow’s clan can read and write an alphabet that she created for Black Speech, as opposed to Sauron’s borrowing of elvish script. because Tolkien based Black Speech on Mesopotamian languages, i’ll be basing that off of Akkadian cuneiform. 

clan law is similar to the Code of Hammurabi and the Torah, except slavery is unheard of in free-born clans. if livestock is stolen or killed by another, they must pay restitution or the victim can take something of equal value from the thief. and if clan leaders discern that killing was done for any reason other than self-defense, then the murderer is given up to the mercy of the victim’s family. 

each tribe has a chief and a den mother. females generally have more status and their words carry more weight given their roles as mothers and caregivers. several tribe chiefs have been killed by females who’ve risen up. essentially, the male leader needs to please them in order to remain in power. **

vrasgirden, or necklaces made from trophies of past kills, are started when males and females come of age (usually in their early teens). mothers create them for their children, and the orcs add to them throughout their life. 

there is a distinct difference between mates and shaûk, or soul-mates. in orc society, shaûk don’t always have to be romantic partners, and it’s an unspoken fact that shaûk come first before anyone else. **

healers, aside from story-tellers, have high status in a tribe. they are indispensable, and despite popular belief, orcs are just as effective at healing as elves. healers are quite versed in herb-lore, and orc draught, in addition to being an alcoholic beverage, is usually drunk before battle or a long journey because it numbs hurts and gives one incredible energy. on a related note, however, orcs are mildly allergic to kingsfoil or ethelas. it will make their eyes water and noses run, and if they eat it or use it on a wound, they will become violently nauseous. 

for free-born orcs, music is a large part of their culture. they have war songs and songs of grieving, healing, celebration, and worship. singing is more like chanting, and music will involve drums and bone flutes. ex: 1, 2 (a collective healing chant), 3. their ceremonial clothes also incorporate hide, animal skins, elaborate bead-work, and jewelry/masks made of bone. 

as far as religion goes, orcs are aware of Eru, or Maker. however, they will more often pray or look for protection from Rukhash, the mother of orcs and their warrior goddess. many orcs will also pray to Snow as Fuitári, Vala of the night. 

any surviving orcs and uruk-hai from Isengard and Mordor will naturally be wary of magic, as it was what bent them to hatred and anger and war against their will in the first place. however, many orcs in Snow’s clan are trained in white magic and use it to heal or help crops grow. 

during the summer solstice, orcs celebrate with feasting, and young couples and groups of friends jump over bonfires to divine if they will remain together in the coming year. 

during the winter solstice, they celebrate something similar to the Celtic Samhain. young and old dress up in costumes and masks, light bonfires, and set out food for lost loved ones. just before dawn, the food is placed onto the bonfire as an offering of protection through the winter. 

children are invited to explore their sexuality as soon as they come of age, but once they settle down, most of them remain monogamous. 

matings usually aren’t given great celebration unless it involves the offspring of the chieftain and the den mother. the male offers the female the heart of a large, powerful animal, and if she publicly takes a bite out of it, the offer is considered accepted. she enters his dwelling, and they become bonded. rings are a tradition that the other races of Arda introduced. normally, orcs rely on scent and body language to tell if another is taken as well as mating marks on one’s neck. 

kissing is also not a native orc concept. to show affection with each other, couples touch foreheads or playfully nip at each other’s ears (or chins.**)

there’s no such thing as an orphan in a free-born orc clan. because everyone has a duty in the tribe, children often travel between ‘mothers.’ every other older female/male in the tribe to them is an auntie/uncle and the elders are grandmother/grandfather.  

while not as close as shaûk, i do like Shadow of War’s idea of orcs having blood brothers. before declaring themselves as such, there is a small ceremony where they make a cut on their hands and then clasp them together. if they have a tribe, this is usually announced to the chief. blood brothers can be male-male, female-female, or mixed gender. 

orcs have a deeply symbiotic relationship with wargs. they don’t choose the warg. the wargs choose them, and once this happens, they have this almost telepathic bond where each one can tell what the other needs or is feeling without speaking. orcs also have a natural kinship with wolves, warg’s smaller cousins. due to this, they will never hunt either kind unless truly desperate. 

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OUAT Ask Game.

I was told by @storybrookesims to just do all of them. So Here goes! XD 

Snow White – Can you keep a secret?

Yep. 

David Nolan – Are you good at finding things?

I think so. 

Regina Mills – Do you like horses, and are you a good rider?

I like to look at Horses from far away, being up close with them makes me nervous though because they are so big, and I am a freaking Hobbit. 

Henry Mills – Did you ever have to wear a school uniform?

Nope!

Belle French – Name a favorite or treasured book.

This is silly, but I had this book when I was a kid.. and I absolutely loved it. It was called Piggy Pie. I still have the book, but its pretty torn up its in storage. 

Rumplestiltskin – Are you good at sewing or other textile skills?

I can’t Sew, and I have no idea what a textile skill is. So... probably not? 

Gideon Gold – Did you attend college or university?

Nope. 

Ariel – Do you have a collection of oddities?

I like to collect smaller versions of objects. If that makes sense. Like.. I have a tiny bucket and a fork. I’ll attach a picture if I can figure out how. XD  (and yes that is a tiny peter pan in the bucket too. XD)

Cruella de Vil – Are you good at handling animals?

Yes! Animals love me. except Chickens.. evil bastards. 

Captain Hook – Have you ever traveled the ocean?

I went on a Dolphin Cruise in Gulf Shores. Does that count?

.August Booth – Ever ridden a motorcycle?

No. :( 

Mulan – Ever dressed like the opposite gender?

Yes.

Aurora – What’s the longest you’ve ever slept at one stretch?

When I was first diagnosed with Graves Disease, I once slept a full 20 hours. Thats when I realized something was wrong because I had gone all my life sleeping 2-3 hours a night. 

Grumpy – Ever been known by a different name?

Yep. From 8th-11th grade I hated my name (Haley) and went by a completely different name. Teachers even called me by my fake name. So everyone literally thought thats what my name was. And then in 12th grade I switched back to Haley and everyone felt betrayed LOL It was great.. (I may like chaos a little too much.) 

Ruby Lucas – Do you pay attention to the phases of the moon?

Yes, I’m kind of obsessed with the Moon, and space. 

Emma Swan – Have you ever owned a leather jacket?

Yes. 

Ursula – Do you have a good singing voice?

Hubby says I do. I don’t agree. 

.Granny – What’s your specialty entree that you cook really well?

Manicotti 

.Alice Jones – Do you paint, draw, or do anything else artistic?

I used to draw, until Graves Disease. I can’t really draw anymore because I get hand tremors. Same with Photography. But I write. 

Tiana – Do you bake really well? What’s your specialty?

Pumpkin Cake 

 Robin Hood – Ever tried to use a bow & arrow? How did it go?

YES. at the Renaissance Festival. and I actually did really well. 

  Elsa – Do you have sisters? Older or younger?

2 one Soul sister @quidditygenesis  and 1 step sister. both younger than me. 

Anna – Do you wanna build a snowman?

I’m from the North. I ALWAYS want to build a snowman :D 

Maleficent – Ever reconnected with someone after many years apart?

Yes, but not face to face. my bestie from WA and I reconnected years ago on Gaiaonline and I was so happy that we did. <3

.Aladdin – What would you do with three wishes?

Health, Happiness, moneys 

Jasmine – Describe something that went wrong your first day at a new job.

I. walked. In. (My most recent job) 

.Merida – Do you have brothers? Older or younger?

2 bio brothers. One older, One younger and 3 step brothers all younger. 

.Jacinda – Describe a bad boss you’ve had.

Oh! There were so many! My most recent one, bag o dicks he was. 

then there was the one at the previous job, real twatwaffle. 

and then there was the douche canoe of a boss that threw a salad bowl at my face when I was a waitress. 

I’ve worked for some Class A assholians thats for sure. 

Lucy Mills – Recount a very good or very bad birthday.

My 18th birthday was pretty cool went to Branson saw an actual Magic show. It was neat.

my 21st birthday was pretty nifty too. Got wrecked and played just dance all by myself.

.Drizella Tremaine – Do you enjoy wearing short skirts?

Never. My parents had to fight me to “Dress like a girl” 

Dr. Whale – Ever colored your hair?

I haven’t seen my natural hair color since I was 14

.Baelfire – Ever been bitten by a snake, or anything else venomous?

Nope.

.Jefferson – Do you wear hats?

When its cold. 

Zelena – Do you look good in green?

I’m a Syltherin. so Yes. :D 

Merlin – Did you have a treehouse as a kid?

No. hated/still hate heights 

Robin Mills – Ever been on a bus that broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Nope 

Archibald Hopper – Do you own a dog?

There is 3 dogs in the house, but only one is mine. I have three cats. 

Roland Hood – Were you an adorable Hobbit child?

I was a hobbit child. Adorable? No. 

Geppetto – Can you carve or build things from wood?

I once made a box in wood shop. :) 

Graham – Ever been hunting?

No.

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Bajillion Questions Meme!

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions!

Tagged by @finasol​! Thank you for tagging me! 

1. Coke or Pepsi: I don’t drink sodas, but I guess Coke

2. Disney or DreamWorks: Both!

3. Coffee or Tea: Tea! I can’t really stand coffee ;^;

4. Books or Movies: Definitely books

5. Windows or Mac: Oh, God, Windows hands down. It runs better and is a lot more versatile, and I don’t want my Mac to come crashing down to smoke if it runs any games (which happened to my friend’s acquaintance)

6. DC or Marvel: None, because I’m not a huge fan, but if I must pick, Marvel

7. Xbox or Playstation: Xbox is the one I play more, but I’ve got a good game for PS that I really like

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Uh, both, I suppose. DA2, DAO and the original ME trilogy, but I did not finish DAI (because I found the quests especially redundant, sorry) and ME:A (because I don’t have an Xbox One)

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: More night owl, but I’ve slept for an hour and felt fine, so there’s that

10. Cards or Chess: Cards, because I’ve never learnt how to play chess properly

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Both, because food

12. Vans or Converse: Converse. I’ve never worn Vans in my life

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Lavellan, because let’s face it, you get an egg boyfriend

14. Fluff or Angst: ANGST! Angst all the way! I eat, drink, write, read and breathe angst! ANGST IS LIFE!

16. Dogs or Cats: Both, because why not?

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Rain, because it’s soothing and I have a reason to procrastinate, albeit a weak one.

18. Cooking or Eating Out: Homemade food is good, so cooking is preferable. Eating out is great too, I just have to be more careful.

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Spicy food. I grew up on spicy food so if I eat stuff that isn’t spicy, it’s not flavourful enough sometimes ._.

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas, I guess. I don’t really pay attention to both

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: Hot, because I’m used to it

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Control and read minds, because it’d be nice to know what they’re pondering about. Otherwise, time manipulation, because I just wanna slow down and chill

23. Animation or Live Action: Animation

24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragon. I always go for diplomatic/persuasive options more than intimidation.

25. Baths or Showers: Showers, much more convenient and efficient, but a good bath once in a while to destress in is good

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Neither, but if I had to choose, Iron Man. 

27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Fantasy

28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? If so, what are they?

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

“Stop right there, criminal scum!”

“The Dragon awaits.”

“In the end, you return to the Gods as nothing (Omne reme a di re na).” -iirc, a translation of a line from the DA2 song Mage Pride

I need to remember all this stuff better

29. YouTube or Netflix: Youtube, because I don’t have Netflix where I am

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: None. HP is too black-white for me and while I did like PJ series, it wore down and I got too tired :/ 

31. When Do You Feel Accomplished: Uh, when I BS my way through a paper and get good grades :D

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Not a big fan of both because I don’t follow them

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Paperback because it’s generally cheaper. But hardback books are prettier.

34. Handwriting or Typing: Both, really. Handwriting when it comes down to writing quotes and typography, but typing for writing my fics.

35. Velvet or Satin: Satin

36. Video Games or Movies: LMAO I think this one is obvious enough

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: If I am a dragon, the Dovahkiin can still kill me. But I’m THE Dovahkiin, so I’d own the dragon

38. Sunrise or Sunset: Sunrise, but I’d pick sunset for Skyrim because c’mon, the auroras are stunning :0

39. What’s your favorite song: Currently Troye Sivan’s “There For You”, but I listen to a multitude and they’ll change soon enough. KARD and Dean have great songs too tho, hnnng.

40. Horror Movies, yes or no: Um, I’ll pass.

41. Long or Short Hair: Long. I like it better that way even tho it’s a pain to deal with

42. Opera or Theatre: I’ve never exactly seen any of these so :/

43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and that every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first: The Elder Scrolls universe would be great, mainly because I would like to travel across Tamriel, despite the draugrs and wolves, snow bears and mudcrabs. If not, Assassin’s Creed.

44. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be: Eh, granola. Or salmon.

45. Older guys or young guys: Older guys. I know this is a generalisation, but most are more mature and responsible. Plus, I just can’t see myself with a younger man.

46. If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be: No opinion on this

47. Singing or Dancing: Both.

48. Instagram or Twitter: I’ve got insta, but tumblr, really.

49. Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit: Lord of the Rings. I liked it better, though I am very partial to it.

50. If you could create either a sequel or bring back any tv show/movie, what would you choose: Eh, none.

51. Who is your movie/tv show character that you are looking up to and why?: None, if it’s TV/movie, but if it’s a game, then the guards in TES IV: Oblivion. They pop up everywhere, anytime, even when nobody’s there. C’mon, that deserves a reward.

52. If you were ever convicted of a crime, what would it be?: Shoplifting a gaming console, the games or taking money from the cash register. Pickpocketing, maybe?

53. Anime- subbed or dubbed?: Subbed, but I like listening to hilarious dubbed ones. Free! for example.

54. City or countryside?: Countryside, especially to those that are very lavish in nature and are situated in terrains that resemble those of Iceland, Alaska or Norway.

55. What book have you read over and over?: Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak 

56. What is your personality type?: You see, here’s the thing: I don’t know. The tests chuck back different results. Most likely ISFP but the tests keep saying ISTP - T

57. Would you rather change a moment in time or have a glimpse into the future?: Change a moment in time.

58.) Would you rather have an ex that you hate start dating your best friend, or have an ex that you’re still attached to hook up with someone you revile?: I’d rather just have the latter. I gotta let the ex go someday and it might just be much easier. Not exactly my problem anymore anyway :/

My Question:

59. Oblivion or Skyrim?: Oblivion has better immersion, better thought out quest lines generally (Companion quest in Skyrim was ??????) but Skyrim’s gameplay is great ( + Thieves Guild is a great questline)

Tagging @dxsturbxa, @damnlettuce and @198cm-of-vetra-nyx

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Questions Meme

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions! (A rule I shall not obey, as I just went over 20 followers, lol).

And once again, thank you for the tag, @fereldenpeach!!!

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke, always. Pepsi is so bad! 2. Disney or DreamWorks: Disney. 3. Coffee or Tea: Coffee, double-double! 4. Books or Movies: Books. 5. Windows or Mac: Windows. I find macs overrated and overpriced. 6. DC or Marvel: Marvel. DC’s only good production is Batman. 7. Xbox or Playstation: PS. 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: This is a tough one. I really can’t answer. I wanna say Dragon Age because I am SO immersed in the fandom, and RPing, etc. But... Ok. Dragon Age. 9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night owl. 10. Cards or Chess: Magic! \o/  11. Chocolate or Vanilla: White chocolate! 12. Vans or Converse: Converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Cadash, always. The other Inquisitor “Origins” didn’t speak to me at all. The Trevelyan origins actually made me almost give up on the game. Someone fix that snob awful voice of the male Trevelyan! 14. Fluff or Angst: Fluff! <3 15. Beach or Forest: It depends on the beach. A crowded beach in Brazil? Forest. A cold day by a bonfire on a rocky beach in Newfoundland? Beach. 16. Dogs or Cats: Cats. I love dogs, but their need for constant affection is more than I can handle. 17. Clear Skies or Rain: Clear skies. Although I love snow, I HATE rain! 18.Cooking or Eating Out: Eating out. I hate cooking. @element-104, my wife, loves it, but Maker, I can’t understand how someone can spend more time preparing something than eating it. 19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Mild. I have a meek tongue. 20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Chirstmas: Yule! Bring those logs, butcher the cattle! 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold. There is nothing you can do about the heat. 22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Mind reading/telepathy. I wanna know ALL the secrets! I do love me some gossip... 23. Animation or Live Action: Animation. I love animations. 24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragon. The Renegade paths has some choices I could never make. That being said, this Paragon goes Renegade on some asses on occasion. 25. Baths or Showers: Showers. I don’t have the patience for baths. 26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Iron Man! 27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Both! As long as they are internally consistent. 28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? If so, what are they?

“My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.” - Jean Paul Sartre, the Nausea

“Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.” - Jean Paul Sartre, the Age of Reason

“I think with my liver” - Fiodor Dostoiesvsky, Notes from the Underground

29. YouTube or Netflix: Netflix. 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter. 31. When Do You Feel Accomplished: When I realize I have absolutely nothing to adult for at least the next couple of days. 32. Star Wars or Star Trek: I really don’t care about any of them. I am a Mass Effect fanboy! 33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Hardcover. 34. Handwriting or Typing: Handwriting feels good, but I make too many mistakes. 35. Velvet or Satin: Velvet. 36. Video Games or Movies: Video Games. 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon: Be the dragon. 38. Sunrise or Sunset: Sunset. 39. What’s your favorite song: Can’t say. It changes ALL the time. 40. Horror Movies, yes or no: Yes, although I do feel scared. 41. Long or Short Hair: It really depends. For women, other than a shaved or too short, I like them all. 42. Opera or Theatre: Theatre. 43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and that every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first: The most peaceful future I could ever dream of, where people can just be in love, relax, do whatever they want and never work. 44. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be: tortilla wrapped fast food. 45. Older guys or young guys: Older gals, lol. 46. If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be: I really don’t care that much about TV shows. Can’t say. 47. Singing or Dancing: Singing, although I suck at it. 48. Instagram or Twitter: None. I use only Tumblr and Facebook. 49. Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit: Lord of the Rings 50. If you could create either a sequel or bring back any tv show/movie, what would you choose: X-Men the animated series from the 90s! 51. Who is your movie/tv show character that you are looking up to and why? Movie and TV show only? Not books? Ok, I know there is a very secret movie about it, so here it goes: Daniel, from Sartre’s Age of Reason.  52. If you were ever convicted of a crime, what would it be? Robbing a bank. Instant retirement is too tempting. 53. Anime–subbed or dubbed? Dubbed. I have a hard time relating to Japanese prosody. 54. City or countryside? Countryside, with old country music! 55. Top or Bottom? Oh, top!

56. Company or Solitude: Other than my wife’s company, I do enjoy some me time.

I do not have 56 followers to tag, so answer away all ye who feel like it. Let me know, and I shall tag thee!

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The Heart Wants what the Heart Wants. Chapter 5

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 1.940

A/N: I am finalyy done with another part!! Thank you all for loving these series and for supporting me eventho it has been a shitty long time since I updated. I sincerely hope you all enjoy this and that you will continue to love it :). 

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Flashback

An early dawn set across the Woodland Realm. The sky covered in beautiful pink, purple and blue hues. Colouring magnificent against the white of the snow that had fallen not too many nights ago. The cold air surrounded the forest, reaching two lovebirds that were set upon the branch of a high and rusty tree. Cuddled up to one another as always seen in drawings and told about in stories. Their  feathers puffed up to trap the air in between, warmed by the body heat of the two creatures. They were watched by two pairs of blue eyes, admiring the loving scene before them. How these harsh winters could look so warm by such a simple view.   “When we grow older, that could be us.” The young prince pointed at the figures in front of them, their love was filling the royal elfling with a warm feeling throughout his entire body. The very thought of having what they have one day, it all seemed too surreal. Even though it has  happened many times before. His companion chuckled aloud, which made him turn his head and shoot her a cheeky grin. Not seen by many.   Even at such a young age she possessed gracefulness as if it were named after her. To be more specific, if graceful were to be a person, it would be you. With every breath you took another creature would have its eyes set upon your form and behold it’s present. “When we grow older, that will be us.” The corners of your mouth raised itself into a gentle smile, the spark in your eyes set themselves even brighter than the sun had ever shone. Your companion beamed your statement by taking your small hand into his larger ones, enveloping them in their warmth and loving touch. “Meleth nîn, I wish for nothing more than for your interpretation of the future to be right.” His soft lips pressed softly a top of your head only emphasised the feelings behind his words. “Menathab, the others will rise from their slumber soon enough.” Slowly rising on your feet so you can press your lips against the corner of his mouth, coaxing him to follow you as you slowly take a step back towards the kingdom. Thranduil stands firm in his place, not moving as you separate yourself from him.  With your hands still connected he keeps you within arm length, not letting you take a step further away from him. “I do not yet wish to go my love.” An adoring look sets upon his futures, every muscle within his face is at ease when he is with you. Showing you a side no elf besides his parents has ever had a chance of seeing. It showed kindness, warmth and love. As two magnets working towards one another you are being drawn back into his arms. You raise your head to catch his attention with your eyes. They drew him in every time he looked at them, pulling him into another world where only the two of you existed.   “If we were to stay away un till you wish otherwise,  we would never return.” A hint of playfulness beneath the soft soothing sound of your voice, your eyes formed into half crescent moons when a smile spread across your face. “Right you are again, but do not deny for your wish is the same.” “My wish is for us to be together, wherever that may be.” “Then stay Y/N.”  His grip around your waist tightened to hold you in place, as if you would flee at any given moment. As if a spell of affection was casted over the young lover, he peppered your face with light kisses. A playful sign of his love for you, sometimes words cannot express enough of the feelings one may hold for someone else. “Stay with me forever.” He wished harder than he had ever before as he spoke. For he knew the time shared between the two of you was scarce.

“Off you go now.” With a shooing motion of your hands, you send a small creature back into its hiding place within the kitchen. For you knew that if it were to be found, it would be either chased out into the coldness of the outside world or killed for its existence within the walls.  The creature  hurried back to its own tiny home when another figure entered the room. “*Man cerig Y/N?” a female voice spoke behind you, though it did not startle you since her presence had been long known to your knowledge. “ Mimelra, What are you doing up so far into the night?” Your dearest friend within the Woodland Realm. You had known her for many years, centuries even. She was a kind elf, with a heart of gold and the beauty that would could make even the brightest stars look dull. As a one of a kind her hair was fairer than that of a Silvan elf, yet darker than that of a Sindar elf, beautiful nonetheless. “I was following the light, wondering how it could enter without the sun to provide.” A small smile graced her lips when she referred to your presence. Somehow your appearance  made it look like there was a star somewhere within you. With hair as pure white as starlight and a skin as if it were carved from the finest marble, you were truly a sight to behold. This of course did not go unnoticed by the community of elves. Those who knew you or ever had a glimpse of your being could not deny it’s beauty, while others who had only heard tales could not even imagine what you would look like.

Her insinuation seemed innocent, yet you knew what she truly met. The both of you had known each other long enough to know when ones thoughts were troubled. Knowing she would stay and put on a stubborn front until you told her what issue was weighting your heart.  You closed your eyes and gave a sigh of defeat, allowing to show your troubles through the expression on your face. “They wish for me to travel the valley of Anduin.” “Lothlórien.” The realm of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel within the Wilderland. Where they ruled over a peaceful civilization of elves. Mimelra did not know the reason as to why her friend was requested in another part of the earth, but she had known that it would be unwise to ask why for she knew it would not be her place to know. “You would leave us, you’d leave Thranduil.” “Yes.” Your heart clenched at the very thought of leaving the one that held your heart so firmly you knew it could never be given to someone else. I burdened you with so much pain, nothing could compare to it. However, you knew Galadriel would not ask for your aid if it were not of utmost importance. But would it all be worth to leave behind the one elf who could make you feel as if love was a word created for just the two of you? Could you leave him behind when it was unknown if you were to ever return?. “Have you told him yet?” “No.” You dreaded even the hint of an idea to leave him. Wishing you could take him with you for he was all your heart desired. Yet your mind told you not to do so. It told you to be wise, to follow your duty as a Guardian of Middle Earth and to go to where you were needed. The light and pureness within you could even bring the darkest shadows back to the light, which is why you were of much importance to the elven kin.

“Must you go, my light?” Thranduil held you firmly within his grasp, pressed against his body as his right arm was placed around your waist, the other held you behind the neck to keep your face close to him. He had to crane his neck in order to press his forehead against yours and to skim his lips over your own. You had just told him of the request of your presence elsewhere that was not beside him, nor even close. Your hands were pressed against his chest, in order to feel the very beating of his heart is if it could stop any given time. The both of you bore a painful expression on your face, whilst your minds were taken over by the thought of having to spend an unknown amount of time without being able to spent the time in each other’s arms.   “…” You did not have the strength to answer such a painful question, the truth seeming only justified if you were to answer it. Instead you pressed your lips against his in order to prevent him from speaking such cruel future as well. It seemed to work for a little while as he began moving his lips against yours, trying to imprint the feeling of his lips on yours so it would never fade. But questions needed to be answered, so with much resistance he separated his lips from the heavenly feeling that yours could give him. “What if I were to fall into darkness? Who is supposed to bring me back to the light if you are not here?” He took an extreme scenario, not to talk guilt into your head, but using it as a resort to keep you with him. Just because he himself did not know what to do if you were not by his side, if he was not able to one day call you his. He left hand travelled upwards to envelope the softness of your cheek, sweeping his thump across the flesh in order to sooth you. “Tell me my love, what am I supposed to without you?” His voice sounded desperate, needing you with him. You had been the light of his life for as long as he could remember, separating with it should have been a crime so vile anyone even remotely suggesting it should be brought to the darkest place one earth. Slowly but surely tears began to flood your eyes and blurry your vision, which you much detested. Wanting to spend every last minute you could, looking upon the elf that held your heart. He knew you couldn’t answer such a question, yet he did ask without expecting an answer.

The rest of the night you spend in each other’s arms awake, wanting to be awake for what little time the two of you had together. Neither of you spoke, not knowing what to say that could take away the pain that fell upon your hearts.

Another dawn appeared, yet nothing like the ones you remembered. The air was cold, there were no loving animals around you and even the sky seemed to cry with you. Everything was so blue.

Sharing one last kiss you held out a letter to Thranduil. “Open this when you can no longer see me. “ With a heavy hand he took it from you and immediately set it upon his bed, wanting nothing else but you in his arms. “Then I will never open it for you will be forever on my mind.” You tried to show him a consoling smile, but it was weak and held little meaning. That’s when you let him go, trying not to procrastinate the moment any longer, knowing it would be more painful the longer you stayed together. Fleeing his chambers to return to your own before your travel companions would knock upon your door.

The rain hit your face and mixed together with the tears that were streaming down your face. This morning you had to experience the pain that came along a farewell. It had not been easy, not like other farewells. This one was a thousand folds more painful and you could still feel it, as if it were to never disappear. With one last look behind you could no longer see the place you once called home, nor could you see the person that was your home.

Within his chambers Thranduil was grieving the loss of your presence, he knew you were still alive but for all he knew he would never see you again. His cheeks too were stained with the salty water that left his eyes, not being able to hold any of his emotions inside ones his chamber doors were closed. That night and the day and night after, he did not leave his room if it were not necessary. Everything around him within the castle reminded him of you. Every nook and every corner reminded him of the chaste kisses the two of you shared when no one was looking. Every vase filled with flowers reminded him of the walks you two took at many dawns.  And every time he closed his eyes, he was reminded by the empty feeling of his chest and the presence that lacked in his arms when dusk fell.

When another lonely night fell Thranduil had the letter you gave him in his hands. He promised he wouldn’t open it, but curiosity took the better of him. Wanting nothing else than to treasure the gift you had left him before leaving to perhaps never return. With trembling hands he opened the letter and a single request was written in a familiar handwriting.

“Wait for me.”

*Meleth nîn = My love *Menathab = Let’s go *Man cerig = What are you doing?

a/n: Okay please let me know what you all think of this!!  I am very curious since it is a different approach than I originaly intended. Also… keep looking out for  an update with a serious announcement. 

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