#cause yea i do know how to spar but that was in a safe setting in martial arts

[angryborzois]

the one time there was a creepy guy i didnt have my pocket knife on me

[hungry-skeleton]

Well golly gee whiz mister, what are your thoughts on Morpho Knight?

Alright motherfucker sit down because I'm about to go cringe mode

I want to reiterate that I am not normally a person to make theories because I am often wrong so before I started forming this I tried my best to actually research for a change but even with that I am not confident at all in this theory's validity and at this point I'm solely basing it on what I personally think would be cool despite it being wrong and bad. It's basically a glorified headcanon now. Also there's a possibility that I'm just reiterating what a million other people have already said but I've never seen anyone else describe it this way so yea

Okay so let's begin with what Morpho actually is, "the butterfly of Paradise" as it is referred to in game. We often call Morpho a grim reaper because of butterfly's connection to the dead in japanese mythology and the games describing Morpho as a sort of judge of fate. Morpho approaches weakened souls and decides their fate for them.

This gives us a few questions: how exactly does Morpho go about deciding the fate of a soul, and why has it chosen the souls that we've seen thus far? (galacta and forgo)

My theory is that when a powerful being is weakened (specifically one that has caused thousands of deaths) the souls of those it had unjustly ended will call upon Morpho from the afterlife to judge the being's fate. Morpho judges a soul by absorbing it's power and testing it's ability in battle against a worthy opponent.

Let's start with Galacta Knight (rest in piss king 😔) it's pretty obvious why Galacta would be a target for Morpho. Galacta is an incredibly powerful being who is implied to have killed uncountable people, and I'm sure those souls are rightfully pissed. Another question is why is Galacta in a weakened enough state to be judged? I don't really have an answer for that right now but let's worry about that later. The souls of the damned called up Morpho and said "get his ass" and this is what lead to the first canon Morpho fight. Pretty self explanatory.

Now onto Forgo's fight which has a few very interesting details. We can safely assume that forgo (or at least elfilis in full form) has killed a lot of people so that checks the "the dead wants you dead" box. The interesting part here is that upon defeat, Forgo isn't killed like Galacta. The general consensus is that Forgo absorbed Morpho's energy and fled, but I propose a different interpretation.

Morpho purposely allowed Forgo to escape. Morpho is not a villain, it is the grim reaper doing it's job and it will judge a soul's fate accordingly. Being something that has such great connection to souls it would make sense that Morpho could see that Forgo is not a complete soul. Forgo is a missing half to elfilin, its not whole. Because of this, Morpho granted it's energy to Forgo to become chaos elfilis, knowing that it will be defeated by Kirby and reunite with its other half, completing the soul.

This brings us to our final set of questions: why does Morpho follow Kirby around and why does Morpho deem Kirby to be a worthy opponent in judging the fate of a soul. It seems kind of obvious doesn't it? Even if Kirby isn't necessarily weakened he has absolutely killed... quite a few people and is incredibly powerful. It makes sense for Morpho to be following him around, waiting for the time to judge his soul. Or perhaps Morpho is just fascinated by him. It would also make sense for Morpho to deem Kirby a worthy opponent to judge souls against. A baby that kills space-eating beings on the regular is surely powerful enough to spar with death.

Now some of this I'm sure has been said before, but the main part of my theory comes from how Morpho judges souls and why Forgo survived judgement. Is this all dumb and bad? Probably. Do I care? Not really, because it's cool. In conclusion:

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Darkness (Warrior of the Source 11)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader, Reader x Original Characters (Platonic/Family), Reader x Greek Gods/Goddesses!Characters

Words: 2,547 words

Warnings: Training in the beginning, cursing, (not sure if this is needed but) witchcraft

A/N: Here’s the late update for Warrior of the Source! Once again (or in case you didn’t read the update post I made), the holiday season sucks and I work retail so schedule may be wonky. Also, in case anyone wanted, I am willing to tag people within this post. Just drop an ask and I’ll tag ya in the next one! JadeDarrow

Series Masterlist

“Doing good, girls!” Pierre called out as you grunted against your sister’s attacks. “Y/N, you-Or do it without me telling you too.”

A snort left Angel’s lips and you grinned as the two of you continued to spar against each other before coming to a halt at your aunt’s command.

“These two trained almost every day together when Y/N lived at home,” Bellatrix stated. “They need to go up against someone that doesn’t know their moves, Pierre.”

“Then who do you suggest, sister?” Pierre questioned, raising an eyebrow as you glanced towards the two entities across the room, watching. “Last I checked, only a few can handle going up against the two.”

“I’m aware of that, Pierre,” Bellatrix scowled at him. “Maybe we shouldn’t focus on them sparring without abilities and focus on them using said things.”

“Auntie-”

“You have to take it easy on abilities you rarely use, Y/N.” Her eyes shifted towards you. “Basically, all abilities past down by Thomas.”

“Life and death,” Pierre mused and you looked towards him, shaking your head. “You still hold a majority of the abilities from when you were the Goddess of Life and Healing, Y/N?”

“And some death abilities as well. Thana is my mother,” you muttered, sticking your tongue out at Angel. “Sorry, sis.”

“Y/N, with what you’ve been through, you having all those abilities is a good thing. Even if some Gods believe you’re overpowered.”

“I’ve had some taken away.”

“Enough with the chitchat, ladies,” Pierre cut in and the two of you looked towards him. “Jeez, how are you two not twins?”

“Piss off, Pierre.”

“Angel!”

Angel sent you an apologetic smirk and you shook your head, summoning your staff as Angel summoned her scythe.

“Should we take-”

A grunt left your lips, loud enough to cut Pierre off, and your eyes shifted around the room once the pressure had disappeared.

When your eyes didn’t catch sight of your sister, you brought yourself to focus on any sound that gave her away. Hearing a quick and quiet breath to your left, you swung your staff towards the sound. A thud sounding off through the room as Angel reappeared, her scythe blocking your staff. Her eyes held a slight annoyance as they glanced towards you.

As she disappeared from sight again, you heard a quiet whoosh behind you and turned quickly, your hand flying through the air. Vines shot up from the ground, wrapping themselves around the handle of the scythe, stopping its movements. Your eyes met Angel’s, watching as she raised an eyebrow and you soon winced at the quiet screeching you heard as the vines withered, falling to the floor.

“Uncalled for.”

“They were wrapped around my scythe.”

“You know I hear their cries!” You scowled as you found yourself at the end of her scythe, your eyes narrowing at the smirk on her lips.

“Well, it seems like-”

“They’re not done,” André cut him off. “One of the many things Angel constantly teaches those under her command; never yield when a blade's at your neck, only when you feel blood dripping. But with these two, you’ll have to call it.”

“Call-”

You drowned out the words as you brought up your foot, ducking under the blade as you forced it out of her hand. Making your staff disappear, you caught her scythe, holding it behind your back as you stood.

While you had been made as the personification of life and your sister as death, it had been told to you over and over again that you were more like your mother, the original personification of death and Angel more like your aunt, the original one of life.

“If I didn’t know about better, sis, I’d say the role of a Reaper would look good on you,” Angel spoke, raising an eyebrow at you as you took your time to get a feel of the weapon before tossing it back.

“Not my thing.”

“Alright, girls, I think that’s enough for you two today,” Bellatrix spoke before scrunching her nose.

“I have a meeting with Jean-Paul.”

“Who all is needing to attend?” Pierre questioned and Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. “I am a brother.”

“Who Jean-Paul still does not trust. Do the four of you plan to attend?” Bellatrix's eyes shifted from you and your sister to your cousins and the four of you glanced at each other.

“Juliette?” Angel questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll go for the two of us, you for you guys? Evens out the playing field?”

“It’s your guys turn anyways,” Jean-Louis snorted. “Plus, I think Christina is still upset with me.”

“I wonder why, son,” Bellatrix rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “We should get going. Dinner tonight, Y/N?”

Your eyes drifted to hers as the question, a chuckle leaving her lips at your confusion.

“It’s Wednesday already? And even with what’s going on?”

“You know your mother. And father at that. And you already missed your one this month.”

Angel snorted, patting your back as you pursed your lips.

“I have guests.”

“Take it up with your mother.”

“You know what she’ll say. She’d invite them!” Angel exclaimed, scrunching her nose.

“Let’s get going,” Juliette butted in and Bellatrix agreed as Angel grumbled, the three of them disappearing.

The same could be said for the majority of the Warriors and their lovers – except Hades.

“Hecate sent me with this.” Hades showed the book before tossing it towards you and you caught it. “Her newest copy of her new Book of Shadows.”

You hummed at that, turning the book in your hand. While you only met the Greek Goddess once or twice, like Persephone, Hecate had taken a liking towards you and it only expanded once she learned that you were a fellow Goddess of Witchcraft, causing the two of you to share copies of your Books of Shadows. Hades was, unwillingly, the middle man between you two – especially since he was best friends with both of you. He had voiced his “annoyance” on multiple occasions but when it came down to it, he was glad you had found someone to hold a similar interest in it.

“Also, this book showed randomly on my doorstep. Cerberus doesn’t understand how since no one passed his Gate and I made sure it was safe but I don’t understand the language.” He tossed another book but before you could catch it, someone else’s hand shot out, catching it. “That wasn’t for you, Dark.”

“A book randomly shows and you give it to Y/N simply because you cannot read it? How idiotic,” the entity scoffed as you stared at the cover, the words translating easily in your mind.

A gasp left your lips and, lifting your hands, you took the book out of Dark's hand, raising it in the air without touching it. You stared at it a second more before dropping it back into Hades' hands.

“Take it to the library. Maxence, I need salt, chalk, crystals, almost everything from my Craft room, please,” you called out.

“Y/N?”

You glanced towards Hades before making your way to your library. Millions of thoughts ran through your head as you heard two sets of footsteps following you. Your eyes lifted to Maxence whose lips pursed with worry as he held a piece of chalk to you. Taking it, you were quick to draw a circle, directing where Maxence would place one as well, making sure he drew the star correctly.

“Set it there, Hades.”

“What’s going on?” Hades demanded and you lifted your eyes to his.

“The book is called Warriors of the Dark. I cannot touch it nor can the rest of the Warriors. It's cursed. I have to remove the curse.”

~

Hearing a quiet click, you lifted your eyes to meet the annoyance within Dark’s.

“You said you’ll be the only God around 24/7 and yet, since working on this so-called cursed book, Hades has not left and called another here,” Dark deadpanned. “Goddess of Lit and Witchcraft yet you been in here for a majority of the day.”

Your eyes fell to the glass he pushed closer to you and your lips pursed before your hand wrapped around it, lifting it to your lips to drink the much-needed ambrosia.

“And to think Gods need that to keep going,” he muttered dryly.

“I’m almost done,” you murmured, grabbing the crushed ingredients. “In order for a book to be cursed, at least this way,” you began to drop the ingredients onto the book and a gray smoke began to appear, making its way to the pentagram on the floor, “a soul must be trapped inside.”

Your eyes met the green ones of the lost soul, watching the soul shift in her spot, fear flashing in her eyes.

“What is your name?” You spoke gently, glancing towards Dark who stared at the soul before he turned to look at you as you turned back towards her. “Sweetheart?”

You watched her hands fly up to her mouth, shaking her head, and you frowned.

“You cannot speak?” Your eyes glanced around the room before grabbing your tablet, moving to stand beside the circle she was in without breaking it. “Use this.”  Showing her how to use it first, you stepped back, finding yourself standing beside Dark as you watched her.

“Lia,” the tablet spoke out and the soul – Lia – jumped at the sound.

“How long have you been trapped in the book, Lia?”

“I was born in 1784 and the last age I remember being is 18.”

Your eyes fell to the floor for a second before lifting to meet hers once more.

“You’ve been trapped in this book for over 200 years.”

“Is it wise to be speaking to the soul that caused it to be cursed?” Dark whispered harshly to you and you looked at him.

“No, but we’re not speaking to a soul, Dark. If it was a soul, they would be more thankful for being freed and they would be willing to talk and tell the truth. The only truth they’ve told it that they’ve been trapped in the book for 200 years,” you spoke, your eyes returning to the entity in question. “There is a soul trapped and the soul is most likely named Lia but the entity we’re looking at is not one.”

“And here I thought I got you without speaking,” came the crackled reply as the appearance before them shifted from a fearful green-eyed woman to a smirking blue-eyed one. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Cassia.”

Dark raised an eyebrow at you and you glanced at him.

“Already have a new boy toy, witch?”

You glanced towards the Dark Sorceress before turning back towards the book, ignoring the chuckling that came from her.

“Your gifts are nothing like mine. Even with spells, you miss a key ingredient – the blood of darkness.”

Your eyes glanced towards her once before you turned towards Dark, holding your hand out and he stared at you.

“Just a prick on the finger. I’ll heal it afterward.” You tilted your head, waiting for his response as Cassia's crazed laughter filled the air.

Always balance out. No matter what the book signs, too much of anything dark create chaos and destruction. Always balance out the light and dark.

The words came to you as he allowed you to prick his finger with the tip of your dagger.

“Not yet. Wait a second,” you murmured, pricking your finger with a soft wince. Holding your finger above the book, you nodded. “Now.”

The two of you turned your hands over, watching as a drop of blood from each of you dropped onto the book. Smoke filled the air and you looked up in time to see the soul you were looking for – Lia – lung towards Cassia.

“Don’t break the circle!” You called and Lia stopped moments before the circle, eyes glancing towards you. “Lia, you’ve been trapped within the book?”

“With this lying bitch, yeah.” Lia soon winced. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“You know her?” Dark demanded and you glanced towards him.

“Yes, I do. This is Princess Lia of Italy. Or she was back in her time. She’s immortal along with her friends. I helped them awhile back to rid of the angels within them.”

“Yeah, miss Jophiel's abilities to not be thrown into a book. They tried to get Juliette but its really hard to get someone that is in contact with her guardian angel, in good terms with the devil and Archangels, and be blessed by two Goddess for her Craft,” Lia answered as Cassia snorted in annoyance. “I’m itching to drive this katana through your chest.”

“Violence never looked good on you, darling,” Cassia tsked and the Princess glared at her.

“I cannot wait for you to be reunited with Lyustifer and be meet with your worst nightmare.”

“Don’t make me laugh.”

You pursed your lips before snapping your fingers as Cassia went to speak again and the sorceress’ eyes snapped to you with anger.

“Oh, thank you, Y/N. Her voice was driving me crazy.” Lia rubbed her temples as she walked towards you. “The book shouldn’t be cursed anymore since I’m no longer stuck in there. Mind if I go try and call Juliette? Or someone?”

“Hades is out there with Hecate,” you spoke. “And I’m sure Jophiel would answer if you called upon her. Same with...Miguel and Lyustifer?”

“I forget you call them by different names,” Lia mused, shaking her head before giving a soft smile. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. What are you going to do about her?”

“I do not know yet but Hellhounds will be the first to know. Give them my greetings?”

“Of course. See you around, Y/N.”

“Same to you, Princess.”

Once Lia had left the room, you turned to touch the book only to find Dark standing in your way with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you a fool, Goddess?” Dark demanded, his eyes glancing towards the sorceress in the room. “She tried manipulating you and you went ahead and gave the book not just my blood but yours. Stupid move if you asked me.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask you,” you murmured, moving around him to open the book only for his hand to wrap around your wrist before you could. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not done.”

“Listen, Dark, stop acting as if you care. Since meeting me, all you’ve done is try to belittle me even though all I have to do is snap and you’re gone. Let go.”

Your eyes met his and, for once, annoyance wasn’t in his eyes but rather, yours.

Shuffling was heard from behind and, before you could do anything, Dark held your dagger up against the throat of the sorceress whose eyes glared at him.

“Pay attention to someone’s movements otherwise they’ll stab you in the back,” Dark spoke as he let your wrist go and you turned to face Cassia.

“Hades!” You called out, ducking under Dark’s arm as you made your way to the doors. “I need those chain things you made!”

As you opened the door to step out, you stopped, turning your head to face Dark.

“And Dark?”

His eyes glanced your way before he returned his attention back to the sorceress.

“What, Goddess?”

“Thank you.”

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Opposites Attract - Haldir x. Half-elf reader (fluff/angst)

Request: "Haldir with a short haired kinda a hobo half elf that's wears human clothing? Like she's with the group when they first arrive and the first this she does is push away the arrow and say "that's rather dangerous, ya know." And bam he's in love. Idk just something goody." / "Would you take a request for some hurt/comfort with Haldir/reader? Ty!"

Tags: @militarybratinpink @danu-ixchel

Warnings: around 2,180 words. Angst (this is set just after when Gandalf dies in the movie, so the reader is quite upset about that)

A/N: I am so sorry this took me like years to get to writing but I had fifteen separate ideas of how to go about each of these requests before coming up with what I wrote below. Still, this was a blast to write! Translations for the elvish are a the bottom. I hope y'all enjoy it, and thank you for reading! :)

She was an oddity among elves, a defiant nonconformist who, to any onlooker, appeared to strive to break the many rules and expectations of the society she lived in. Perhaps it was because of her eccentric clothing, or her quirky attitude, or even her posture, which was incredible casual compared to the formal way her fellow elves carried themselves.

Most of the other elves in Rivendell attributed both her slouching and demeanor to her mother, a human who, by the popular opinion, had provided her with all the necessary traits to be the perfect rebel. Still, (y/n) was on of the most positive and compassionate beings in Elrond’s realm, and all who met her found themselves drawn to her easygoing yet overly caring personality.

Perhaps her carefree nature was what had taken the other members of the fellowship by surprise. Aragorn and Gandalf knew her quite well, but the others were slightly shocked to see her at Elrond’s council - sitting cross-legged atop her chair in a pair of long, flowing trousers and a blousey top.

“You must be the most interesting elf I’ve ever met,” Gimli had said to her after the fateful meeting. (Y/n) laughed, the sound ringing throughout the halls of Rivendell she had been showing him around.

“And why is that, master dwarf?”

“All the others are too tall and stiff for my liking!”

It was very uniqueness that gave her the urge to volunteer for the seemingly impossible task of delivering the One Ring to Mordor. She had always been thoroughly disheartened by the attitudes of her fellow elves, disinterested and uncaring about the issues that plagued the men of Middle Earth. She also knew this would be one of her last chances to do something important, seeing as Elrond was so eager to rush everyone off to the Undying Lands. (Y/n) could not just leave without doing something to help.

The hobbits, especially Merry and Pippin, has quickly taken a liking to her, with Boromir and Gimli quickly following suit. They made a boisterous group, ceaselessly chatting and sparring into the late hours of the night. Legolas had initially been a little confused by her, but even he soon found himself enchanted with her wholeheartedly. They all thought her an enjoyable companion.

And although she wasn't all that serious, they quickly recognized her profound skill and intelligence. Save for Aragorn, her sparring skills were unmatched, and Boromir quickly found that what she lacked in brute strength, she made up for in speed and stamina. Her vast knowledge of languages and medicine impressed both Aragorn and Gimli, and even Sam was overjoyed at her cooking ability.

It was Moria that had almost consumed that happiness she seemed to radiate. She had advised against going into the mines, Elrond’s library having taught her all about the dangers. But she had not counted on how depressing it would be under the ground. Sure, the halls of the dwarves were absolutely magnificent, but when the goblins had attacked, she realized she might die without ever seeing the sky again.

Then Gandalf died, dragged down into the earth by a Balrog. He would never see the sun or the stars or the trees again, just as (Y/n) had feared for herself. Aragorn told her Boromir had dragged her up the staircase and out of the mountain, but she honestly could not remember that. All she could recall was immense sorrow as she cried, clutching Merry and Pippin tightly and promising that she would never let anything happen to them ever.

“Legolas, get them up,” she heard Aragorn say. She breathed out shakily, pushing herself up from the ground.

“Give them a moment, for pity’s sake,” Boromir said, watching as (Y/n) slowly eased the younger two hobbits to their feet.

“By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs, we must reach the woods of Lothlorien…”

(Y/n) had been to Lothlorien several times with Elrond and Arwen. She vividly remembered the luminescent forest, the stunning palace of Galadriel and Celeborn.

“Have you been to Lothlorien, (Y/n)?” Merry asked softly. She looked down at him, his red eyes still puffy from crying.

“Yes,” she said, gazing into the distance where the edge of the forest was just coming into view. “It is beautiful, Merry.”

“Like the Shire?” he asked inquisitively.

“No, in more of an ethereal way. It looks like the sky at night, but the stars aren’t so far away.”

They reached the forest several hours later, and (Y/n) watched as the hobbits were awed by Lothlorien’s beauty. She grinned, remembering how the flora had blown her away the first time she had visited.

“Stay close, young hobbits,” Gimli stated gruffly, “they say a Sorceress lives in these woods.”

Pippin looked back at (Y/n) with a shocked expression on his face. She laughed at his wide eyes, shaking her head reassuringly. Galadriel, while just as powerful as Gimli was saying, was no witch.

“Well, here’s one dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!”

As if on cue, she felt something rather sharp digging into your neck. She glanced to her left, rolling her eyes at the elf who was pointing his bow at her. She grabbed the arrow swiftly, pushing it away.

“That’s rather dangerous, don’t you think? You could seriously injure someone with that,” (Y/n) sassed before stalking off to yell at the elves threatening Merry and Pippin.

Haldir stood there with his mouth slightly agape. He’d never been disrespected so blatantly before, but that wasn’t what had shocked him. He’d heard of (Y/n), even seen her on her visits to Lady Galadriel, but had never met her in person.

She was feisty and tenacious, and he watched with a dumb grin on his face as she pushed a group of young elves away from two hobbits and a dwarf.

“Want to tell me why you’re threatening someone less than half your size? You can’t? Well isn’t that interesting,” she scoffed while shepherding the halflings towards Aragorn and Legolas.

“Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion,” Haldir said politely, walking over to the group and the other elves ushered them up into the trees. He watched out of the corner of his eye as (Y/n) giggled at some remark the dwarf had made about dwarves not belonging in trees.

He was surprised by how much he longed to be the one making her laugh.

“Govannas vén gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien,” Legolas replied curtly.

“Aragorn in Dúnedain, istanenen le ammen,” Haldir said to Aragorn. He finally understood the human saying about cutting through the tension with a knife; the glares he was receiving from several members of the fellowship were beginning to make him a little uneasy.

“So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves!” the dwarf grumbled. “Speak words we can also understand!”

“We have not had dealing with the dwarves since the dark days,” Haldir chided.

“And do you know what this dwarf says to that?”

“Gimli, please-” (Y/n) tried to interrupt, but it was no use.

“Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!”

(Y/n) gasped and slapped Gimli on the shoulder. Haldir almost smiled as he watched the dwarf wince.

“That,” (Y/n) hissed, “was not so courteous.” She looked up at Haldir apologetically.

“You bring great evil with you,” Haldir said softly, surveying the rest of the fellowship. “You can go no further!”

The hobbits collectively gasped at both Haldir’s declaration and Gimli’s immediate reaction, which included several nasty expletives.

“Calm down, calm down,” (Y/n) grumbled, pushing them towards a nearby branch for them to sit and rest on.

“This might take a while,” she said, nodding her head towards where Legolas and Aragorn were already intensely arguing with Haldir.

“How long?” Pippin inquired.

“Yea, we’re hungry, miss,” Merry added.

“I have no clue, but I’ll try to figure that out. Watch him,” she said, pointing towards Gimli, who had already started arguing with one of the elven guards. The hobbits nodded quickly.

“Boe ammen veriad lín. Andelu i ven,” Aragorn was insisting. Haldir was shaking his head, muttering something about how unsafe the situation was.

“Are you saying your guard isn’t capable of keeping us safe?” (Y/n) retorted, causing Legolas to stifle a chuckle.

“That not what I said,” Haldir stated pointedly.

“Well that’s what it seemed like you were implying, but do keep going. You were arguing so well.”

“I must admit, I was not expecting you to be so rambunctious, Lady (Y/n),” Haldir said, a teasing glint in his eyes. (Y/n) grinned.

“I aim to surprise, Haldir. Now please, your escort to Lady Galadriel would be much appreciated, the road is very dangerous.” He paused for a moment, clearly weighing his options.

“You will follow me,” he declared finally, turning from the fellowship and towards Caras Galadhon, where Galadriel and Celeborn lived.

“How did you do that?” Legolas asked incredulously as she smirked.

“I have my ways,” she teased, moving to follow the blonde elf.

Their meeting with Galadriel had been eventful to say the least. (Y/n) was well aware of her habit of getting inside other’s heads, and was not the least bit shocked to hear Galadriel offering her advice whilst talking to the fellowship at the same time.

“Do not fear, (Y/n),” she had said, “Gandalf’s death will not be in vain.”

And yet (Y/n) had not had the time she needed to mourn the loss of someone she had considered a true friend. She had known Gandalf long before Thorin’s company had visited the last homely house.

She strayed from the group afterwards, reminiscing on the last time she had been in Caras Galadhon. Elrond had departed from Rivendell slightly earlier than planned at Galadriel’s request, and Gandalf had escorted her and Arwen himself.

(Y/n) remembered exploring Galadriel’s library with Gandalf, pouring over the maps and ancient writings. It was hard to believe he was gone. She sat down on a nearby bench and began to cry quietly.

“Lady (Y/n), are you alright?”

She jumped at the sudden but concerned voice, looking up to see Haldir looking at her with empathy and worry laced across his face.

“I’m fine, sorry to disturb you,” she said shakily, quickly wiping the tears off of her face.

“I heard about Gandalf, I assume that’s why you’re crying,” he said. She nodded slowly, eyes filling with tears once again.

“I’m truly sorry, (Y/n). I know that does little to ease the pain, but I am,” he said softly, closing the distance between them and wrapping her in a loose but endearing hug. She laughed slightly as she buried her face in his tunic.

“I thought elves were uncomfortable with such profound acts of affection,” she said sarcastically.

“We are,” Haldir said thoughtfully, “but I remembered you used to hug many of the elves here anyways when you visited. It was quite funny when you embraced Lord Celeborn, actually.” She grinned at the memory.

“I thought this might make you feel better,” he continued, slowly rubbing circles into the small of her back with his thumb.

“I didn’t know you had been there, Haldir.”

“I was always there, but I could never bring myself to properly introduce myself. You were a bit intimidating, I’ll have to admit.”

“Oh, did I make you nervous, Haldir?” (Y/n) teased. He chucked and nodded.

“I’d hate to stop hugging you, but you really must consider getting some sleep,” he said. She groaned.

“You sound like Aragorn,” she huffed, looking up at him with begrudgingly.

“How much sleep have you gotten on this journey?” he asked. She bit her lip and avoided his gaze, already knowing he wouldn’t have approved of her answer.

“You need rest,” he said softly, pulling away slowly and grabbing her hand. (Y/n) yawned into her hand, nodding reluctantly.

“I suppose a little bit of sleep wouldn’t hurt,” she replied meekly. Haldir laughed.

“It wouldn’t hurt one bit.”

They slowly made their way back to where the rest of the fellowship was sleeping. She smiled seeing that all her friends were accounted for, sleeping in their beds.

“Thank you,” she murmured, turning to Haldir and smiling.

“It was no problem, (Y/n),” he whispered, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. She giggled softly, feeling her face begin to heat up.

“I much enjoy spending time with you,” he continued. “If you would like to, I was wondering if we could meet again tomorrow?” She smiled at his tenderness.

“I’m sure Aragorn wouldn’t mind spending one more day here,” she said thoughtfully.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course,” (Y/n) replied, smiling up at him. She could see the look of endearment on his face in the pale light of Lothlórien.

“Good night,” she said, letting go of his hand and making her way over to the cot she had been given. She climbed in, casting the blonde elf one more smile as she wrapped the blankets around her.

(Y/n) smiled as she watched him slowly turn around and walk away, finally closing her eyes to sleep.

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Translations:

Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion-Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil.

Govannas vén gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien-Our fellowship stands in your debt, Haldir of Lórien

Aragorn in Dúnedain, istanenen le ammen-Aragorn of the Dúnedain, you are known to us

Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul-I spit upon your grave

Boe ammen veriad lín. Andelu i ven-We need your protection. The road is fell

[lyssacampbell-blog]

Catching up

Okay, so. What’s up?

What do you mean?

You’ve been here twenty minutes, taken approximately eighty-seven sips of that wine and haven’t said a word.

Nothing really.  It’s just been a typical Voyager day.

I didn’t just mean today, Lyssa. I mean how are you? I know we’re not the closest of friends but I’m not blind. Something’s going on.

TJ, please believe me when I say *nothing* is going on. We get up.  We go to our duty stations. We fly on the same course. We go to bed. That’s all we’re doing.

Oooh… I see.

Yea. It’s fine. There’s no drama. No secrets. Just one very clean transporter pad.

You’re bored shitless.

Yes, but it’s... Well it’s just me.  I mean I’m just not… It’s just a me problem TJ.

We’ll come back to the fact that you think a ‘me’ problem isn’t a real problem in a minute. What about off duty? Are you finding ways to keep busy? I heard you were sparring with B’Elanna, how’s that going?

She’s been busy with work stuff lately, so we haven’t sparred in a week or so.  Plus she’s all happily married.  I have to give her some time with Tom.

Have you been hanging out with anyone else? Going to the movies? The singles mixer? Anything?

No. I’ve just been keeping my head down, staying out of trouble, and keeping my mouth shut.

Look. I’m no counsellor. And it’s not my place to pry. But I care about you, Lyssa. And quite frankly I’m worried about you. Holing up in your quarters sixteen hours a day while you work the other eight isn’t always a great sign. So if there’s anything I can do to help…

Can you magic us about 50 new decks and a few hundred new people? Sorry. Gods. Sorry that was out of line.

It wasn’t out of line. Believe me I get tired of the same people, the same surroundings too. It’s been a long time.

I guess. Isn’t this is how humans were supposed to work though? Humans - communal mammals who form tribal bonds creating small tight knit communities. Shouldn’t this be enough?

I don’t know about tribal bonds, you’d have to talk to Chakotay about that. All I know is, lonely is lonely. Bored is bored. You’re allowed to feel however you feel. But if it becomes a problem, if it makes you anxious or depressed? Then this tribe is here for you.

Gods TJ that’s the problem. I don’t want this tribe to be here for me. I live for chaos and the unexpected and the previously unimagined. When I was a teen and I got bored I’d lie to both my parents, say that I was staying with the other one and bribe as many transporter clerks as I needed until I could get someplace new. One night I ended up climbing trees in the Amazon rainforest until I found the perfect spot to watch the moon set and the sun rise over some small winding river I couldn’t name. I snuck out during Sunday dinner with the family to lose all sense of time; of myself in the wretched excesses of carnival in Venice. Left my warm bed on a whim one morning to explore the lake region in northern Canada in winter and nearly lost 3 toes to frostbite. Joining Starfleet was supposed to help me scratch this itch safely. To make things better not worse. To keep me from getting myself killed.

And now, instead of just exploring the unknown, we’re also on an impossibly long journey. Where the excitement is life-or-death and the wonder of it all are these little gas stations along the way instead of the reason we’re here. And there’s no one to bribe, no shuttle you can call for to take you away.

Mmhmmm. It’s decidedly less than ideal.  

You never found another way to scratch that itch of yours?

It really wasn’t a problem before. Well OK it was but not like this. When my wanderlust goes unsatisfied for long enough I... well it’s not pretty.  Not pretty to the extent that my parents decided it was better for me to go wandering around wherever I pleased then try to keep me at home.

Dang, that bad, huh?

It was. When I didn’t get my adrenaline fix by exploring, I found ways to manufacture it at home. I started drama. I stirred the pot. I sniffed out unsettled relationships like you’d search for a leaking gas main and then I’d light a match for the thrill of watching the relationship explode. I hated that it hurt people, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. It was like picking at a scab. Even when I was the one being hurt I just couldn’t stop.

So what changed? Cause obviously you’re here now, you must have found some way to deal.

Lots of things. I traveled with Dad. Mum and Dad both agreed that the higher my grades were, the more freedom they would give me to roam. So I applied myself to getting the highest marks and explored and voila! I stopped being a menace to polite society. The Academy was a god send. Exciting drills, dangerous simulations, challenging classes, an ever changing milloux of people, and remarkable number of people looking for help with this or that ill-conceived prank. I had found the perfect career for my mental health.

Have you found any way to cope with this on Voyager? I can’t believe you’re not clawing at the walls.

I do, but only very briefly. After a day or two climbing the walls, I just stop. Like a ship becalmed at sea. It’s not all that bad TJ. I don’t spend all day crying or sleep all the time. I just disconnect for a bit; withdraw; go through a period of not caring.

We all do that, I suppose. I’m more concerned for the long term effects on your mental health.

TJ as far as I’m concerned the depression or the malaise or whatever you want to call it is a good sign. I don’t exactly enjoy these periods of...vast fuzzy white inconsequence, but reaching them means that I haven’t a.) broken regulations to go on an adventure or b.) gotten my adrenaline high through relationship drama. Unless we’re really lucky or really unlucky, you and I and the other 140 or so people on this ship are spending the next 80 years of our lives together. And I don’t want to spend a minute of that time in the brig or as a social pariah.

I don’t think you’re at risk of that as much as just going quietly nuts. Have you used the holodecks at all? Does that help?

Not really. I inevitably remember that I’m on the holodeck and cave to the urge to turn the safeties off. And when I can’t do that the fun’s gone; the illusion’s broken. When we’ve had some excitement, parkouring around crowded spaces on the holodeck gets the job done. But things have been so quiet recently TJ.

Hm… If I were to suggest a way for you to advance your career and get one of the biggest thrills of your life, would you try it?

You and I both know that I can’t say no to a proposal phrased like that.

Perfect! Give me a day to finagle a schedule or two and we’ll start. In the meanwhile, pass that bottle and tell me about the Amazon. I’ve never been...