#dís | musing

[bcrncoldx]

Was that [MARIA DOYLE KENNEDY]? Oh no no, that was just [LADY DÍS DURIN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE HOBBIT]. They are [ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE+] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

ＬＡＳＴ  ＵＰＤＡＴＥＤ september 2023

ＢＡＳＩＣ  ＩＮＦＯ

date of birth: TA 2760 age upon arrival: 165+ height: 5'0" hometown: Lonely Mountain, Rhovanion, Middle Earth significant other: n/a species: dwarf (durin's folk)

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how long has your character been here? Dís arrived in the city in April 2022.

what is your character’s job She's an editor for the Washington Post.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom A couple of months after the Battle of the Five Armies.

has any magic affected your character Yes! When Dís arrived in the city she believed that she had lived here for most of her life, believing that she had moved her for college and never left. However, in the chaos of the Halloween Masquerade, she ended up regaining her memories of her true life. The last few months have been quite a struggle as she's had to navigate reconciling memories of two lives, and the grief of losing her brother and sons all over again. She also appears as fully human, although she is still short, barely passing five feet in height.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!! - Dís is the mother of Fíli and Kíli, and the younger sister of Thorin. She was reluctant to let her sons go on Thorin's quest, but knew that she couldn't stop them. Stubbornness is a family trait, it seems. - She hasn't told anyone about regaining her memories, and has been continuing on with the life she had believed to have been hers. She is, however, keen to find anyone from back home, and has been hoping that her family may show up so that they can be together again.

[fellowshipofthefics]

Welcome to the masterlist for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration! Under the cut you’ll find all of the works in the collection in alphabetical order. Mind the tags and ratings, and be sure to kudos and comment on any works you’ve enjoyed! Thank you everyone for participating!

The Apartments by snowmissus (soul_of_blaze) and SunnyRose Thorin and his siblings have always maintained a certain dynamic - it has always been the three of them. Just the three of them.

And then Dís went and messed that all up. Thorin had absolutely nothing at all to do with that. Nope.

Bottled Up by Heilith and sandwich11213 How do you pay for a thing you didn't want? For the prompt "Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses".

Ghosts of a Rainy Night by daughterofshadows and MulaSaWala There for a moment, but gone the next second. There are many creatures hiding in Mirkwood, but few are as elusive as this one. Have Tauriel and Beriathal encountered a ghost?

How Long Shall We Mourn in the Dark by Previouslyonjuicifer and tinnurin When they were crafted, Orcrist and Glamdring knew that they would see battle one day. But they didn't expect that the valiant Elves that wielded them would ever be defeated. Nor did they expect the arduous journey that happened to them afterwards.

I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me by Moongazer12 and calliosaura "It's not unusual for political marriages between young heirs to occur to unite kingdoms, but...I don't even swing that way!"

I Wanna Name a Drink After You by Blueberryrock and mattimeous At White Stag Tea, Bard has found somewhere he can settle in to write, keep cozy with a delicious cup of chai tea, and listen to the dreamy tunes playing over the speakers. Oh, and pine after the handsome shop owner working behind the counter.

The Importance of Family by freshVanilla and brglhobbit A gallery of Bilbo and Thorin's relationship over the years.

Labor of Love by Scyllas_revenge and BlueberryHobbit Eager for some peace and quiet from the dwarves, Bilbo goes exploring in Rivendell and comes across a moody, awkward young Estel, who's fallen head over heels in love with Lady Arwen.

Despite never having talked to her before (and despite being all of ten years old) Estel is determined to write her a love letter before she returns to Lothlorien. Can Bilbo snap him out of it?

Lessons by BiSquared and FiannaRain Five times Thranduil got parenting advice and one time he gave it.

A Little Victim-less Crime by SplinteredEmotions and StarDryad a maia escapes from what was meant to be their tomb in the depths of Moria and stumbles upon a dwarven caravan.

Midnight Ride by I_did_not_mean_to and peppermintError Peaceful Days at the Last Homely House

Moments Between by bluecaeri and nottoolateforthegame Bilbo and Thorin's budding relationship as seen through the eyes of the company. For prompt "more time during the quest for company bonding".

The (Moving) Company of Thorin Oakenshield by miztes and pralinebaggins "The Company is Middle Earth's best cross-continent moving company. Call Bilbo Baggins for a quote today!"

or

Bilbo Baggins applies for a new job. Things aren't exactly what he expected.

A (not so) Perfect Shot by Guardianofrivendell and trickster_goddess Kíli and meetings don't go together. After a long line of endless negotiations in Mirkwood he has enough and demands a free afternoon. Wandering through Mirkwood, he sees someone practicing with a bow and arrow. They're not very good at it and Kíli being Kíli, he doesn't spare them. Enter teacher Kíli.

Oh Brother Where Art Thou by BRose87 and Frosticenow In which an injured Prince Frerin finds himself in an unlikely position with his memories gone and surrounded by peculiar creatures with large feet and a fondness for being kind.

The Quest Through Europe by highlynerdy and SwanFloatieKnight In hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to start a quest as important as this one on the 13th of April. Thirteen meant bad luck, and that was something they definitely never really ran out of during their whole journey.

The company's trip through Europe as Kíli's travel journal.

Retrieving Mr. Baggins by CuervoDeErebor and highlynerdy Thorin had been so pale the last time Bilbo had seen him. Lying bruised and barely lucid, in the healing tent at the foot of Erebor. He looked impossibly small. It wasn’t pleasant to see Thorin reduced to such stillness. Bilbo had held back tears then, wanting to reach out to him. But in the end, he'd kept his hands to himself, knowing full well that Thorin wouldn’t welcome his touch or pity. Bilbo was technically still banished after all - no matter what had happened on Ravenhill. He would never push for more than Thorin was ready to give.

Before Bilbo could get too lost in these melancholy memories, he heard the kettle whistling and the distinctly heavy footsteps of his guest coming down the hall.

“So,” Bilbo turned with a slightly forced smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having the King of Erebor in Bag End again? Not that I’m not very pleased to see you, of course!”

Our favorite Dwarven King makes a surprise visit to Bag End. And Bilbo is not quite sure what's happening.

Secrets and Heirs by hellsite_user_writes and midearthwritings Everyone in Ered Luin is keeping a secret, and young Kili is getting annoyed.

A Series of Unexpected Adventures by daughterofshadows and Zhie The Old Took's birthday is coming up and everyone is busy with the preparations. Join Bilbo as he collects berries for his papa, finds his way through the corn maze and plays a round of hole-in-one golf. Play along and find out where the story takes you!

A Smial for One's Own by a_boar_named_barry and SwanFloatieKnight Bilbo Baggins definitely had his hobbit hands full caring for his the grandest smial in Hobbiton, and his home, Bag End. And caring for the grandest home meant fighting off those no-good solicitors looking to take Bag End for themselves. But since when did the solicitors get this handsome?

Song as Old as Rhyme by I_did_not_mean_to and Dimdiamond Ori - a popular but elusive author - is invited to a reading in a small bookshop. He's nervous to be perceived by his audience and thankful that his best friend Fíli accompanies him, backed-up by his stern uncle Thorin.

Meanwhile, Bilbo Baggins - proud owner of the said bookshop - can't wait to surprise his employee and friend with a reading from her favourite author. How will all these people fare when their most intimate longings and their jealously guarded secrets of loneliness and existential fear starting clashing?

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met by LordOfTheRazzles and MiraHerondale On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.

A Thief's Plan by Jana_CaisdeShips and Sunshroom42 Bilbo and Thorin have been married about a year, but their relationship is passing throught some issues. Bilbo is missing his king, and Thorin is overworking himself because Erebor is finally being repopulated. Nori and Dwalin are tired of this situation and do something about it.

Three Bracelets and a Loaf of Bread by Frosticenow and Ragsweas Dis works hard with and for her people. Even if little dwarflings are being spoiled by their adad (father).

A Total Knockout by CullenDraws and lukarian Dwarven Culture/Customs that confuse other races, in which Bilbo gets to experience a dwarven greeting firsthand

The Trouble with Little Hobbits by thehufflepuffhobbit and sandwich11213 Bilbo and Thorin accidentally agree to watch four young hobbits at once. They are not prepared for the chaos.

The Unexpected Collaboration of Bilbo and Lobelia by Milliethekitty27 and StarDryad When Bilbo hears someone talking shit about his husband and nephew, he has to work with the one person he’d never thought he’d work with again to get rid of them.

Well, at least Lobelia might stop stealing his spoons.

[tilosecretbirb]

Working on the dwelbit ball stuff tonight!

If we don't have stuff currently going please hmu with a message or check out the custom starters on my.pinned post!

you can also send as many asks as you'd like!

Right now my muse is highest for Fár, Dís,Eir, and Herinýi

[solosepensi]

All’ombra de’ cipressi e dentro l’urne

confortate di pianto è forse il sonno

della morte men duro? Ove piú il Sole

per me alla terra non fecondi questa

bella d’erbe famiglia e d’animali,

e quando vaghe di lusinghe innanzi

a me non danzeran l’ore future,

né da te, dolce amico, udrò piú il verso

e la mesta armonia che lo governa,

né piú nel cor mi parlerà lo spirto

delle vergini Muse e dell’amore,

unico spirto a mia vita raminga,

qual fia ristoro a’ dí perduti un sasso

che distingua le mie dalle infinite

ossa che in terra e in mar semina morte?

Vero è ben, Pindemonte! Anche la Speme,

ultima Dea, fugge i sepolcri: e involve

tutte cose l’obblío nella sua notte;

e una forza operosa le affatica

di moto in moto; e l’uomo e le sue tombe

e l’estreme sembianze e le reliquie

della terra e del ciel traveste il tempo.

Ma perché pria del tempo a sé il mortale

invidierà l’illusïon che spento

pur lo sofferma al limitar di Dite?

Non vive ei forse anche sotterra, quando

gli sarà muta l’armonia del giorno,

se può destarla con soavi cure

nella mente de’ suoi? Celeste è questa

corrispondenza d’amorosi sensi,

celeste dote è negli umani; e spesso

per lei si vive con l’amico estinto

e l’estinto con noi, se pia la terra

che lo raccolse infante e lo nutriva,

nel suo grembo materno ultimo asilo

porgendo, sacre le reliquie renda

dall’insultar de’ nembi e dal profano

piede del vulgo, e serbi un sasso il nome,

e di fiori odorata arbore amica

le ceneri di molli ombre consoli.

Sol chi non lascia eredità d’affetti

poca gioia ha dell’urna; e se pur mira

dopo l’esequie, errar vede il suo spirto

fra ‘l compianto de’ templi acherontei,

o ricovrarsi sotto le grandi ale

del perdono d’lddio: ma la sua polve

lascia alle ortiche di deserta gleba

ove né donna innamorata preghi,

né passeggier solingo oda il sospiro

che dal tumulo a noi manda Natura.

Pur nuova legge impone oggi i sepolcri

fuor de’ guardi pietosi, e il nome a’ morti

contende. E senza tomba giace il tuo

sacerdote, o Talia, che a te cantando

nel suo povero tetto educò un lauro

con lungo amore, e t’appendea corone;

e tu gli ornavi del tuo riso i canti

che il lombardo pungean Sardanapalo,

cui solo è dolce il muggito de’ buoi

che dagli antri abdüani e dal Ticino

lo fan d’ozi beato e di vivande.

O bella Musa, ove sei tu? Non sento

spirar l’ambrosia, indizio del tuo nume,

fra queste piante ov’io siedo e sospiro

il mio tetto materno. E tu venivi

e sorridevi a lui sotto quel tiglio

ch’or con dimesse frondi va fremendo

perché non copre, o Dea, l’urna del vecchio

cui già di calma era cortese e d’ombre.

Forse tu fra plebei tumuli guardi

vagolando, ove dorma il sacro capo

del tuo Parini? A lui non ombre pose

tra le sue mura la città, lasciva

d’evirati cantori allettatrice,

non pietra, non parola; e forse l’ossa

col mozzo capo gl’insanguina il ladro

che lasciò sul patibolo i delitti.

Senti raspar fra le macerie e i bronchi

la derelitta cagna ramingando

su le fosse e famelica ululando;

e uscir del teschio, ove fuggia la luna,

l’úpupa, e svolazzar su per le croci

sparse per la funerëa campagna

e l’immonda accusar col luttüoso

singulto i rai di che son pie le stelle

alle obblïate sepolture. Indarno

sul tuo poeta, o Dea, preghi rugiade

dalla squallida notte. Ahi! su gli estinti

non sorge fiore, ove non sia d’umane

lodi onorato e d’amoroso pianto.

Dal dí che nozze e tribunali ed are

diero alle umane belve esser pietose

di se stesse e d’altrui, toglieano i vivi

all’etere maligno ed alle fere

i miserandi avanzi che Natura

con veci eterne a sensi altri destina.

Testimonianza a’ fasti eran le tombe,

ed are a’ figli; e uscían quindi i responsi

de’ domestici Lari, e fu temuto

su la polve degli avi il giuramento:

religïon che con diversi riti

le virtú patrie e la pietà congiunta

tradussero per lungo ordine d’anni.

Non sempre i sassi sepolcrali a’ templi

fean pavimento; né agl’incensi avvolto

de’ cadaveri il lezzo i supplicanti

contaminò; né le città fur meste

d’effigïati scheletri: le madri

balzan ne’ sonni esterrefatte, e tendono

nude le braccia su l’amato capo

del lor caro lattante onde nol desti

il gemer lungo di persona morta

chiedente la venal prece agli eredi

dal santuario. Ma cipressi e cedri

di puri effluvi i zefiri impregnando

perenne verde protendean su l’urne

per memoria perenne, e prezïosi

vasi accogliean le lagrime votive.

Rapían gli amici una favilla al Sole

a illuminar la sotterranea notte,

perché gli occhi dell’uom cercan morendo

il Sole; e tutti l’ultimo sospiro

mandano i petti alla fuggente luce.

Le fontane versando acque lustrali

amaranti educavano e vïole

su la funebre zolla; e chi sedea

a libar latte o a raccontar sue pene

ai cari estinti, una fragranza intorno

sentía qual d’aura de’ beati Elisi.

Pietosa insania che fa cari gli orti

de’ suburbani avelli alle britanne

vergini, dove le conduce amore

della perduta madre, ove clementi

pregaro i Geni del ritorno al prode

cne tronca fe’ la trïonfata nave

del maggior pino, e si scavò la bara.

Ma ove dorme il furor d’inclite gesta

e sien ministri al vivere civile

l’opulenza e il tremore, inutil pompa

e inaugurate immagini dell’Orco

sorgon cippi e marmorei monumenti.

Già il dotto e il ricco ed il patrizio vulgo,

decoro e mente al bello italo regno,

nelle adulate reggie ha sepoltura

già vivo, e i stemmi unica laude. A noi

morte apparecchi riposato albergo,

ove una volta la fortuna cessi

dalle vendette, e l’amistà raccolga

non di tesori eredità, ma caldi

sensi e di liberal carme l’esempio.

A egregie cose il forte animo accendono

l’urne de’ forti, o Pindemonte; e bella

e santa fanno al peregrin la terra

che le ricetta. Io quando il monumento

vidi ove posa il corpo di quel grande

che temprando lo scettro a’ regnatori

gli allòr ne sfronda, ed alle genti svela

di che lagrime grondi e di che sangue;

e l’arca di colui che nuovo Olimpo

alzò in Roma a’ Celesti; e di chi vide

sotto l’etereo padiglion rotarsi

piú mondi, e il Sole irradïarli immoto,

onde all’Anglo che tanta ala vi stese

sgombrò primo le vie del firmamento:

- Te beata, gridai, per le felici

aure pregne di vita, e pe’ lavacri

che da’ suoi gioghi a te versa Apennino!

Lieta dell’aer tuo veste la Luna

di luce limpidissima i tuoi colli

per vendemmia festanti, e le convalli

popolate di case e d’oliveti

mille di fiori al ciel mandano incensi:

e tu prima, Firenze, udivi il carme

che allegrò l’ira al Ghibellin fuggiasco,

e tu i cari parenti e l’idïoma

désti a quel dolce di Calliope labbro

che Amore in Grecia nudo e nudo in Roma

d’un velo candidissimo adornando,

rendea nel grembo a Venere Celeste;

ma piú beata che in un tempio accolte

serbi l’itale glorie, uniche forse

da che le mal vietate Alpi e l’alterna

onnipotenza delle umane sorti

armi e sostanze t’ invadeano ed are

e patria e, tranne la memoria, tutto.

Che ove speme di gloria agli animosi

intelletti rifulga ed all’Italia,

quindi trarrem gli auspici. E a questi marmi

venne spesso Vittorio ad ispirarsi.

Irato a’ patrii Numi, errava muto

ove Arno è piú deserto, i campi e il cielo

desïoso mirando; e poi che nullo

vivente aspetto gli molcea la cura,

qui posava l’austero; e avea sul volto

il pallor della morte e la speranza.

Con questi grandi abita eterno: e l’ossa

fremono amor di patria. Ah sí! da quella

religïosa pace un Nume parla:

e nutria contro a’ Persi in Maratona

ove Atene sacrò tombe a’ suoi prodi,

la virtú greca e l’ira. Il navigante

che veleggiò quel mar sotto l’Eubea,

vedea per l’ampia oscurità scintille

balenar d’elmi e di cozzanti brandi,

fumar le pire igneo vapor, corrusche

d’armi ferree vedea larve guerriere

cercar la pugna; e all’orror de’ notturni

silenzi si spandea lungo ne’ campi

di falangi un tumulto e un suon di tube

e un incalzar di cavalli accorrenti

scalpitanti su gli elmi a’ moribondi,

e pianto, ed inni, e delle Parche il canto.

Felice te che il regno ampio de’ venti,

Ippolito, a’ tuoi verdi anni correvi!

E se il piloto ti drizzò l’antenna

oltre l’isole egèe, d’antichi fatti

certo udisti suonar dell’Ellesponto

i liti, e la marea mugghiar portando

alle prode retèe l’armi d’Achille

sovra l’ossa d’Ajace: a’ generosi

giusta di glorie dispensiera è morte;

né senno astuto né favor di regi

all’Itaco le spoglie ardue serbava,

ché alla poppa raminga le ritolse

l’onda incitata dagl’inferni Dei.

E me che i tempi ed il desio d’onore

fan per diversa gente ir fuggitivo,

me ad evocar gli eroi chiamin le Muse

del mortale pensiero animatrici.

Siedon custodi de’ sepolcri, e quando

il tempo con sue fredde ale vi spazza

fin le rovine, le Pimplèe fan lieti

di lor canto i deserti, e l’armonia

vince di mille secoli il silenzio.

Ed oggi nella Troade inseminata

eterno splende a’ peregrini un loco,

eterno per la Ninfa a cui fu sposo

Giove, ed a Giove diè Dàrdano figlio,

onde fur Troia e Assàraco e i cinquanta

talami e il regno della giulia gente.

Però che quando Elettra udí la Parca

che lei dalle vitali aure del giorno

chiamava a’ cori dell’Eliso, a Giove

mandò il voto supremo: - E se, diceva,

a te fur care le mie chiome e il viso

e le dolci vigilie, e non mi assente

premio miglior la volontà de’ fati,

la morta amica almen guarda dal cielo

onde d’Elettra tua resti la fama. -

Cosí orando moriva. E ne gemea

l’Olimpio: e l’immortal capo accennando

piovea dai crini ambrosia su la Ninfa,

e fe’ sacro quel corpo e la sua tomba.

Ivi posò Erittonio, e dorme il giusto

cenere d’Ilo; ivi l’iliache donne

sciogliean le chiome, indarno ahi! deprecando

da’ lor mariti l’imminente fato;

ivi Cassandra, allor che il Nume in petto

le fea parlar di Troia il dí mortale,

venne; e all’ombre cantò carme amoroso,

e guidava i nepoti, e l’amoroso

apprendeva lamento a’ giovinetti.

E dicea sospirando: - Oh se mai d’Argo,

ove al Tidíde e di Läerte al figlio

pascerete i cavalli, a voi permetta

ritorno il cielo, invan la patria vostra

cercherete! Le mura, opra di Febo,

sotto le lor reliquie fumeranno.

Ma i Penati di Troia avranno stanza

in queste tombe; ché de’ Numi è dono

servar nelle miserie altero nome.

E voi, palme e cipressi che le nuore

piantan di Priamo, e crescerete ahi presto

di vedovili lagrime innaffiati,

proteggete i miei padri: e chi la scure

asterrà pio dalle devote frondi

men si dorrà di consanguinei lutti,

e santamente toccherà l’altare.

Proteggete i miei padri. Un dí vedrete

mendico un cieco errar sotto le vostre

antichissime ombre, e brancolando

penetrar negli avelli, e abbracciar l’urne,

e interrogarle. Gemeranno gli antri

secreti, e tutta narrerà la tomba

Ilio raso due volte e due risorto

splendidamente su le mute vie

per far piú bello l’ultimo trofeo

ai fatati Pelídi. Il sacro vate,

placando quelle afflitte alme col canto,

i prenci argivi eternerà per quante

abbraccia terre il gran padre Oceàno.

E tu onore di pianti, Ettore, avrai,

ove fia santo e lagrimato il sangue

per la patria versato, e finché il Sole

risplenderà su le sciagure umane.

I Sepolcri-Ugo Foscolo.

[bcrncoldx]

@rainbowmuses

sibling love

[godofthuner]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○    name: Mads

○    pronouns: She/Her

○    preference of communication: Tumblr IM’s, Discord by request

○    name of muse(s): Thor Odinson, as well as Dís Skathidottír, Nora Thorsdottír, and Laufey Lokison, but Thor is the main one 

○    platforms you’ve used: Tumblr, roleplayer.me back in the day

○    best experience: The people i’ve gotten to know, i’ve made lifelong friends on here

○    rp pet peeves / deal breakers: People who have this bad view of my muses beforehand and you can read it in their replies 

○    fluff, angst, or smut: I’m pretty selective when it comes to writing smut, I usually prefer just exchanging hcs and fading to black unless it involves someone i’m really comfortable around. That said bring on all the flugg and angst.

○    plots or memes: Memes and open starters for the most part. I feel like plotting is more reserved for after our muses have an established relationship/if they have a pre-established relationship

○    best time to write: Evenings

○    are you like your muse(s): I feel like I share Thor’s loyalty, we’re both good at forming close connections, as well as Dís’ need to establish herself as someone outside of her family and her relationships

tagged by: @manifoldmischief 

tagging: @crimeloyalty, @soldierjakebarnes, @torxnn and whoever else wants to do it

[hiddenwashington]

@bcrncoldx said : As I'm back from hiatus today, I'd like to drop Dís please — the muse isn't there anymore!

welcome back! you now have 24 hours to be sure you've met activity on everyone, and we look forward to having you back around! **please do not unfollow, but note that dis durin is now reopened for applications!

[ramenstation]

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Espero que conservar la misma url haga menos confuso esto, pero... hola, de nuevo! kei/noodle (sopita quevedo ah) de este lado. Cambié de blog porque me dí cuenta que mis tags me estresaban y no podía rolear tranquila >_< Pero aprovechando el cambio intentaré mantener esto más ordenado y solo tener en este blog cositas del rol específicas para mis muses. Todo lo extra se va a @consalsitavalentina •ᴗ•

Por último y más importante, no presten atención a ningún blog, por favor. Todo está en proceso de construcción y nada se ve asterik y lloro, pero quiero rolearrr

[swordoaths]

    There had been no hesitation when his uncle called upon him. Fíli would go with his brother to reclaim the mountain known to him only through tales. And yet, even with this conviction, there were greater roots in kin. Son of Dís, Brother to  Kíli. Nephew to Thorin. Durin folk. None of this mattered without them, and something in his gut hinted that he would not go were it not for kin. For though he had never graced the halls of old, Fíli had seen what the burns of exile had inflicted upon them. Including his mother. And he would not so easily stand by when his chance came to heal those wounds.

    “Then you know I could not be in better company,”  he assured as he leaned his forehead against hers. “We grew up on those stories, as did we grow up fighters. All my life, I’ve prepared for this with the knowledge of what you have endured. Let me give back to you after you have sacrificed much for us.”  Fíli could not pretend his mother’s emphasis on the word dragon did not reach his ears. “I am sufficiently armed in blade and shield forged by our kin. And unlike the dragon, be he alive or not, I am armed with greater purpose beyond that of gold.” He lifted his head now to look at her. “I will not ask you to hold back your worry, but I ask for your blessing. And if there is something I can do to ease your mind during this quest, tell me and I will do it.”

@has-opinions​ ​:  “I will not be going alone.”

“No of course you won’t. You’ll be going with your uncle, and your brother, and Durin knows who else in an attempt to retake Erebor from a dragon.” Dís walked over and took her eldest son’s cheeks in her hands. “Fíli, my little cub, this is dangerous, more so than anything you’ve done before. I don’t want you risking your life for a mountain you’ve only known from our stories. I don’t want you to suffer for Erebor as my father and grandfather suffered for Moria.”

[linghxr]

Chinese Surnames You Might Be Pronouncing Wrong

Chinese surnames can be tricky. Some are characters that you might not encounter much outside of names, and many are rare surnames so you simply have never seen them before. Some are deceiving because you think you totally know how they are pronounced, but then you learn the character has multiple pronunciations. Today let’s look at some difficult ones.

*Info about surname ranking comes from Wikipedia. Please note that the rankings are approximate because they come from different years and may be a few years out of date.

曾 - You may recognize this character as céng like in 曾经, but as a surname is is actually pronounced Zēng. Rank: 32nd (Mainland), 17th (Taiwan) Example: Actress 曾黎 (Zeng Li)

任 - There are a bazillion words with this character, typically pronounced rèn, but now I pronounce them wrong sometimes because the surname is pronounced Rén and I keep getting confused! Rank: 49th Example: Singer 任然 (Ren Ran)

翟 - My dictionary says this character can be the surname Dí or Zhái, but it seems Zhái is more common because it’s the only pronunciation I’ve heard. I’m not positive though. Rank: 125th Example: R1SE member 翟潇闻 (Zhai Xiaowen)

单 - This is a pretty basic character, we all know it’s dān. But surprise! As a last name, it’s pronounced Shàn. I legitimately felt betrayed upon learning this. Rank: 151st Example: Singer 单依纯 (Shan Yichun)

But looking at Wikipedia, it seems like a lot of people don’t know how to pronounce this surname!

曲 - This character is qū in words like 弯曲 and qǔ in words like 歌曲. As a surname, it’s pronounced Qū. Rank: 160th Example: Singer 曲婉婷 (Qu Wanting)

华 - This character is found in a lot of words like 华人, 华裔, 华语, 花样年华, etc., but as a surname, it’s actually Huà. Rank: 174th Example: Singer 华晨宇 (Hua Chenyu)

缪 - This character has quite a few different pronunciations. I was familiar with it from the word 缪斯, a transliteration of the word muse. As a surname, it is pronounced Miào. Rank: 194th Example: The Coming One S3 contestant 缪纪君 (Miao Jijun) *I just finished watching this season a few weeks ago haha

卜 - When I first saw this surname, I didn’t even realize it was the same character as in 萝卜! There is is bo, but as surname it’s pronounced Bǔ. This seems pretty natural to me because of the character 扑. Rank: 210th Example: Idol Producer contestant卜凡 (Bu Fan)

仇 - I knew this character as chóu from the word 记仇. Not really a positive connotation haha. It can also be surname pronounced Qiú. Rank: 232nd Example: Makeup influencer 仇仇, real name 仇奕泠 (Qiu Yiling)

佘 - Contrary to what I initially thought, this is NOT some variant of 余. It is a completely different character pronounced Shé. Rank: 250th Example: Actress 佘诗曼 (She Shiman/Charmaine Sheh)

查 - This character is chá as in 查寻 or 查字典. However, as a surname it is pronounced Zhā. Rank: 252nd Example: Astro Bunny (原子邦妮) member 査家雯 (Zha Jiawen/Cha Chia Wen)

都 - I’m sure you know this character as dōu, and you might have seen it as dū in words like 都市. As a surname, it’s Dū. Rank: 330th Example: YouTuber siblings 阿滴/都省瑞 (Du Shengrui/Ray Du) and 滴妹/都冠伶 (Du Guanling/Crown Du)

那 - We all know this as nà, but as a surname it can be one of two pronunciations, Nā and Nuó. However, it’s important to note that people don’t always pronounce these surnames correctly. They are rare, whereas we hear 那 pronounced as nà constantly. Rank: 352nd Example: Singer 那英 (Na Ying) *On S2 of Sisters Who Make Waves, Na Ying’s name was consistently pronounced Nà, even though this is technically not correct.

And of course this post would not be complete without some cross-strait differences!

肖 - In the word 生肖, this character is pronounced xiào. However, as a surname, it is pronounced Xiāo in Mainland China and Xiào in Taiwan. I believe this discrepancy is due to this character’s relationship with the surname 萧. Look up “second round simplified characters” to learn more. Rank: N/A, but 萧 is 33rd in Mainland China and 28th in Taiwan Example: Actor and idol 肖战 (Xiao Zhan)

纪 - I learned this character front the word 纪念, where it is pronounced jì. In Mainland China it is a surname pronounced Jǐ, but it Taiwan it is pronounced Jì. Rank: 146th Example: Singer 家家/纪家盈 (Ji Jiaying/Chi Chia Ying)

鞠 - This character is a surname pronounced ​​Jū in Mainland China but Jú in Taiwan. Rank: 261st Example: Idol and former SNH48 member 鞠婧祎 (Ju Jingyi)

朴 - This is the character for the Korean surname Park. It can also be a surname in China but is obviously a lot more common in Korea. MDBG tells me that as a surname this character is pronounced Piáo but can also be pronounced Pú. I did some research (aka watching Chinese language videos about Korean celebs) and it seems to be Piáo in Mainland China and Pú in Taiwan. This character (not in names) can also be pronounced pǔ in Mainland China (it would be pú in Taiwan) meaning plain & simple. One exception is that I think singer 朴树 is pronounced Pǔ. But 朴树 is a stage name, not his real name. Rank: 301st Example: South Korean actress 朴信惠 (Piao Xinhui/Park Shin-hye) *I don’t know of any Chinese celebs with this surname, so I’m choosing Park Shin-hye because she seems to be quite popular in China.

[bcrncoldx]

𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑

Please find below a little bit about what each of my muses will be up to in the event! please reply with who you want a starter from/who for. I'm capping at 4 per muse for now!

𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 — (4/4) entered unwillingly. not open to death. Bill's very much in the era of wanting a quiet life, and as far as he's concerned, mazes are bad news (he had been present for the third task of the triwizard tournament.) But now he's found himself in the maze he'll do whatever he can to find his family and friends and keep them safe. starters: 1. lily luna potter | prompt 13. werewolf 2. victoire weasley | prompt 20. living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn. 3. fred weasley | prompt 1. giant spiders 4. fleur weasley | prompt 6. the husks of corn emit a poisonous gas, making characters weaker the longer they breath it in

𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 — (2/4) entered willingly. not open to death. Carlisle's not going to sit by when there's people in need. He'll be making his way through the maze, providing what medical care he can to those who need it, whilst trying to find his family. He knows that they can handle themselves, but he'd feel better knowing they were alright. starters: 1. edward cullen | prompt 4. skeletons 2. garrett | prompt 7. the area exists as a zone of truth, making characters incapable of lying. Characters are aware of this when they enter the space. 3. 4.

𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯 — (4/4) entered willingly. not open to death but open to injury. Dale takes his job very seriously, but so does he his promise to Marina. So he'll only be entering the maze when it becomes apparent that there are people who need help trapped in there. He'll be doing whatever he can to find the way out. starters: 1. periwinkle | prompt 14. vampire 2. calleigh duquesne | prompt 24. dementors 3. peggy carter | prompt 27. minotaur 4. marlene mckinnon | prompt 17. masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask

𝔡𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫 — (1/4) entered unwillingly. not open to death but open to injury. She doesn't want to be there and is terrified of something happening to her family. Dís will be trying to get out of the maze whilst finding her brother and her sons. starters: 1. jem carstairs | prompt 2. characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore 2. 3. 4.

𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔢 — (2/4) entered willingly. not open to death. Dru's been eagerly counting down the days until something else strange happened in the city, and she didn't hesitate in making her way to the maze after sundown. She's loving every second in there and has no intention of finding her way out until she's had all her fun. starters: 1. claudia | prompt 10. stormtroopers 2. victoria sutherland | prompt 26. characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud. 3. 4.

𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔬𝔫 — (3/4) entered willingly. not open to death but open to injury. She's never known to leave something well enough alone so it didn't take long for Eloise to end up in the maze. She knew that she should have waited and went in with someone but once she gets an idea in her head there's nothing stopping her. She'll definitely be looking for her friends and family, as well as an explanation for what's going on. starters: 1. simon basset | prompt 30. a swarm of bats 2. laudna | prompt 3. living scarecrow 3. gregory bridgerton | prompt 19. characters are greeted by a giant rushing stream going all the way across the maze that they must cross in order to keep moving. 4.

𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 — (1/4) entered willingly. not open to death but open to injury. James would much rather be at home with a cup of tea and the new season of Ghosts but decided to go into the maze, sword in hand, when he couldn't get in contact with Elizabeth, so finding her and getting out in one piece. He'll be helping anyone he comes across who needs it. starters: 1. saegyl | prompt 9. characters reach a dead end, full of pollen spores, which when inhaled make characters feel drunk for the next hour. 2. 3. 4.

𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔞 — (4/4) entered unwillingly. not open to death but open to injury. The only thing they want to do is to find the exit and get home. Owen had hoped that this sort of thing was left behind at Bly, but he's realised that's impossible here. Open to teaming up with someone/a group if it means he'll get out quicker starters: 1. stitch pelekai | prompt 16. characters are greeted by two beings the size of children but with pumpkins for heads arrive with a cart, gesturing for characters to get in.2. jedediah | prompt 5. a hoard of geese 3. richie tozier | prompt 28. characters find this section of the maze to be extremely cold, with frost hanging from all of the corn stalks and the icy ground beneath their feet making the terrain difficult to traverse 4. will graham | prompt 15. gritty

𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 — (3/4) entered willingly. not open to death but open to injury. This isn't Giles's first rodeo, and he knows it won't be his last either. He'll be heading into the maze to try and help out people where he can. starters: 1. buffy summers | prompt 31. the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around. 2. angel | prompt 22. though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress 3. anya jenkins | prompt 11. a rat with a gun 4.

𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 — (3/4) entered willingly. not open to death but open to injury. Sherlock's not terribly pleased about it, but he won't stand by when there's people in need. He'll be attempting to help people out of the maze whilst trying to find his family. starters:1. enola holmes | prompt 12. characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark.2. patia por'co | prompt 25. characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.3. jorah mormont | prompt 18. murderous clown 4.

[curiosityunsated]

In Pursuit of the Scholarly

Triggers: Racism against elves. If there’s anything else you feel should be mentioned, please let me know. No violence included.

Not beta read, cross posted on AO3. Also, I have no idea of the Sindarin here is accurate- I used a translator I found on Google. Don’t @ me.

——

Prince Kíli, second in line for the throne of Erebor, was incandescently angry.

The Council sat and watched, though most did not really listen, as the Prince railed at them and yelled counter arguments and indignity. Most of the council, save for a very select few outside of the presence of the royal family, were not swayed by the show of temper. Some, in fact, looked rather smug (though those were typically not well liked in the Lonely Mountain).

The King, the King’s Consort, the Princess Royal, Prince Fíli, and Her Ladyship Tauriel sat in tense silence as their kinsman slowly ran out of steam. Tirade ended, he stared at the Council and waited.

Kern, who had held his seat on the Council even prior to the Desolation, was barely able to swallow his smirk before he responded.

“Be that as it may, Your Highness, Khuzdul is our sacred language, and it must be... protected. It is... understandable,” it looked as though the word hurt to say, “that you would wish to share it with your wife. But I’m afraid that we cannot agree with your insistence to allow Princess Thiliriel to take Khuzdul lessons.”

The young father bristled, and for a brief moment the Council braced for another round of ire. But it wasn’t the Prince Kíli who spoke, but Prince Fíli.

“Surely you see how difficult it would be to keep Thiliriel from learning Khuzdul completely, my Lords, as she lives in a Dwarven city. Some would say restricting her education in this way was born of ill will directed at the race of her forebears.” He pointed out, politely. Kern’s eyes narrowed.

“We can’t control the opinions of the uninformed, your highness,” he allowed, “and it is understood that there has been, and will be, some unfortunate transference. But perhaps this may be managed if the Royal Family would consider limiting their use of Khuzdul while in the company of the young Princess?” His polite tone matched Fíli’s syllable for syllable.

The Royal Family, save Lady Tauriel, stiffened as one. Prince Fíli’s eyes glinted at the response.

“We are approaching the Noonday bell. Perhaps this is a matter best settled another time.” Balin tried to intervene, and another dwarf would have accepted it for the diffusion that it was. The majority of the Council was prepared to do so, had Kern not spoken.

“I believe we’ve made our decision clear, Lord Balin, but thank you for the reminder. A pleasant day, my Lords.”

And an infuriated Prince Kíli was storming out of the chamber after Kern’s final words, gently tugging Lady Tauriel with him, even before the King had officially ended the meeting.

——

It started with Prince Fíli. This, perhaps, should not have surprised the Council as it had.

The Prince had been spotted, overheard really, in a training ring with the young Princess. That itself wasn’t unusual; the heir had made it routine to ‘train’ with his niece a few times a week, and nearly all the dwarrow who frequented the upper training halls had seen the two playing rambunctiously under guise of hand to hand combat. If this time usually came just before the Princess’ bedtime, well, no one could say Prince Fíli wasn’t efficient.

As far as the Council could gather, the incident happened just before the Royals had left for the evening. The Prince had been crouched on the ground, beckoning the little one forward and playfully taunting her. She had responded in kind, rushing at her uncle and jumping at him with a battle cry that, according to multiple reports, was very cute. He had taken her momentum and propelled himself backwards, landing flat on his back. And then, he had exclaimed:

“Cin got nin! Im’m dad!”

Apparently no one had clearly heard what the little one had said, but the Prince had smiled and kissed her forehead, replying:

“Cin did eithel, lend emel.”

Of course the Prince knew multiple dialects of elvish- the entire royal family did- but only so that they could interact with Elvish representatives without fear of coercion! It was unheard of for it to be spoken so- so- familiarly within an everyday setting! Especially in a Dwarven stronghold such as Erebor! Even Lady Tauriel chose to speak mostly Westron in the presence of the mountain’s public eye. It had left the Council feeling slightly wrong-footed, but perhaps it had been a one-time occurrence. A bit of practice, perhaps, so the Prince wouldn’t get rusty.

It was not a one-time occurrence. Only days later, King Consort Baggins was overheard in the library casually reading aloud to Princess Thiliriel in Sindarin... though the book itself was Westron! The Head Librarian hadn’t even asked him to lower his voice- though as the Head Librarian was the young Ori, son of Lori, that wasn’t surprising in the least. The former Company of Thorin Oakenshield was very close, even now.

Lord Ori had even pointed out a few words and asked for the translation in his own book, an act which garnered stares of its own.

The next day, Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel gathered stares of their own as they strolled through the market, Princess Thiliriel between them, speaking exclusively in Sindarin! In the middle of the Marketplace! At one point, one scout reported, the Prince had swung his daughter around in his arms, exclaiming something in the lyrical language he hadn’t understood. It must have been humorous, though, because both Mother and Daughter had burst into giggles.

But the final straw, really, had happened in the Council’s very chambers during a meeting. Princess Dís, during a moment between agenda topics, had turned to her brother and quite clearly addressed him in Sindarin. And the King, with no hesitation, replied in Sindarin.

The entire room went silent, and many stared. Only Prince Fíli and Lord Balin continued perusing the paperwork for the next order of business as though nothing was amiss.

“Is everything alright, My Lords?” The King asked dryly, noticing the attention.

“It is just... well, you see...” Lord Tírn stumbled as the King turned his attention to him, and Kern interrupted.

“It isn’t like you to speak Elvish when there aren’t any Elves around, Your Majesty.” He interjected, and Thorin raised an eyebrow coldly.

“And you would know me well enough to make such an observation?” The Council watched as Kern blanched and then flushed.

“We’ve been hearing quite a lot of Elvish around the Mountain these days, Your Majesty.” He didn’t answer The King’s pointed question.

“Sindarin, Lord Kern. Not ‘Elvish’. There are multiple dialects. And since my granddaughter has been forbidden from learning her Father’s sacred tongue, we have decided to use her Mother’s instead.” Princess Dís replied, and if Thorin was cold then his sister’s tone was frozen solid. The Council felt a rush of fear run down their spines.

“Yes. In fact, I’ve been considering asking Prince Legolas to visit soon- Lady Tauriel is both a working ‘dam and a mother, and I don’t want to take more of her time but there are a few grammar questions I have that Lord Bilbo can’t seem to explain.” The Prince’s tone could be described as bland, even self-musing, but the flash of steel in his eye as he glanced at Kern.

“I- I suppose it would be good for our relations with Mirkwood for the Prince to visit-“ the Councillor tried, and was interrupted.

“Perhaps we should revisit the idea of an Elvish Ambassadorship, as a permanent position in the Court.” The King stated, and Kern turned an ugly puce color.

“Elves living in Erebor!?” He erupted, evidently at the end of his rope.

“My Brother’s Wife is an Elf. I would be very careful how you finish that thought, Lord Kern.” Prince Fíli said lowly, and unsheathed a knife to spin, point down, on the table with pointed intent.

“My granddaughter is part Elf. I will not hear any protest about her kin coming to stay, Councillor. Especially if you hope to keep your seat.” Princess Dís did not need to produce a weapon to aid her threat.

“I meant no disrespect, your Highnesses. I humbly apologize.”

“It seems to me, Lord Kern,” the King began, “that you have invited disrespect with your words and your conduct. Barring my grand niece from learning her Maker’s tongue- don’t look at me like that, I know who’s voice persuaded the rest of Council against it- and now making remarks of such disgust against the lineage of an heir of the line of Durin?” King Thorin trailed off, hard stare never wavering.

Kern, who had already been thrown off kilter by the Royal Family’s seemingly overnight adoption of Sindarin, floundered under such a direct accusal.

“I- Your Majesty, never-“

“In fact,” the King continued, and the Council watched the two with bated breath, “I have been in talks with some of our oldest, most practiced curates and they all agree. The right to learn Khuzdul is a matter of religion, not of politics.”

Kern turned that fetching shade of puce again.

“So while it remains a matter of courtesy for Prince Kíli and Lady Tauriel to inform the assembled Council of their plans for Princess Thiliriel’s education, they are in no way obliged to do more than consider the Council’s opinions on this particular aspect.” The King finished, and it was Princess Dís’ turn to smirk as she, and the rest of the Council, watched the pompous windbag known as Kern to puff up, process, deflate, and stiffly nod.

“Thank you, your Majesty, for reminding the Council of the boundaries of our reach. I am... sure this will not be forgotten.” The words came as easily as blood from a rock, and Kern ground his teeth as though trying to break ore from stone as he spoke.

“Oh, and Lord Kern?” King Thorin said, already looking at the papers for the next topic, and not sparing a glance for the Council.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“I’d like for you to tell his Highness and Lady Tauriel the good news. Directly after the Council Meeting concludes. We wouldn’t want to delay the Princess’ education any longer.”

Fíli’s smile could only be described as wolfishly sharp, and he clearly inherited it from his mother.

——

Elvish translations:

Cin got nin! Im’m dad! : you got me! I’m down!

Cin did eithel, lend emel. : You did well, sweet heart.

[omgkatsudonplease]

[ficlet, bagginshield] thorin and messrs fundinson (bridgerton au)

After the ball at Long Cleeve Hall, Thorin returns to the smial he has rented in Bywater. It is one of the few bigger-folk-sized smials available in this part of the Shire, for although the numerous cultures of Middle-earth are largely at peace and happy to intermingle, the Shire is still known to be less hospitable to long-term foreign residents.

Even Erebor is a little more accommodating, and that is saying something considering the entire kingdom is within a Mountain. 

He is greeted, upon his return, by his valet Dwalin. Dwalin takes his coat and gloves, and Thorin immediately wraps himself in his favourite blue brocade robe before heading to the parlour for a glass of brandy. 

“How was the dance?” wonders a voice from behind one of the fireplace screens. Smials, like the halls of Erebor themselves, are rather cool due to the insulation from the earthen walls, which means an old Dwarf like his advisor Balin needs to spend a great deal of time in front of the fireplace warming up his joints.

Thorin chuckles, taking a seat on the settee opposite his advisor and old friend. “Eventful,” he says. “A couple announced their engagement, and someone fell into the punch.”

“How in Mahal’s halls did that happen?” wonders Balin, swirling around his own brandy in its glass. Thorin takes a sip of his, smiling. 

“I was not there to witness it,” he admits. “I spent a good deal of the dance out in the gardens. The flowers were incredible, though I could not begin to tell you what any of them are.”

“I thought the point of going to a Shire dance was to dance,” remarks Dwalin as he enters the parlour as well, this time with tea for the three of them. Thorin removes the stock and cravat at his neck with a relieved sigh. 

“I did dance,” he says. “Eventually.” 

“Oh?” Balin raises an eyebrow, his gaze sliding to the latest copy of Lord Stormcrow’s Society Digest on the table beside him. Thorin resists the urge to seize the gossip-rag and toss it into the fire.

Dwalin asks the question on behalf of his brother. “With who?”

“With Mr Baggins,” replies Thorin. Unwittingly, he remembers their first meeting at the Party Field Dance, as well as their second meeting at Bag End with Gandalf chaperoning the two of them. Mr Baggins had looked wonderful at both events in his fashionably-cut coats and brocade waistcoats with golden buttons. And at this latest ball in Long Cleeve he had looked quite dashing in red and gold. 

“The Golden Hare?” wonders Balin, tapping the gossip pamphlet with a knowing twinkle in his eye. “And how did you secure yourself such a treasure?”

“Brother, you speak as if our King is incapable of finding a spouse,” teases Dwalin as he pours the two of them their tea. Not as well or as gracefully as how Mr Rison pours tea back in Erebor, of course, but Thorin isn’t going to complain about that.

“I daresay the two of you have that much in common,” muses Balin as he lightly fans himself with the pamphlet. Dwalin moves to add another screen between him and the fire. “Lord Stormcrow has noted that Mr Baggins has rejected several potential matches in the past. Not unlike our King.”

“Thank Mahal for Dwarvish sensibilities,” remarks Thorin drily. “The last thing I would want is to accept a proposal out of pity rather than love.”

“Or alliance rather than love,” chips in Balin. “Speaking of alliance, the House of Ur is offering a separate mansion in the Blue Mountains for the hunt, since they know Dís will be joining you there with Fíli and Kíli.”

In these long years of peace and prosperity, the roads between the Kingdoms of Middle-earth have grown strong and well-travelled. The trip between Erebor and the Blue Mountains, a journey that used to take several months and was fraught with danger from Orc bandits in mountain passes and Spider ambushes in Greenwood, now takes but a month or two on the Great East Road in one’s fastest coach.

“I presume Prime Minister Dáin will handle Erebor in our absence,” says Thorin, with another sip of brandy. 

“He will, though he urges your safe and speedy return before the snows come,” says Balin. “I’ve been replying to his ravens with reports of your movements, of course, but these days I find my job has been taken from me somewhat by Lord Stormcrow.”

Thorin scowls. “Do not send such pernicious lies to him.”

Balin chuckles. “Stormcrow doesn’t know you, Thorin,” he points out. “But he does pass judgement on your actions. So if you don’t act so cold...”

“I have a plan for that,” replies Thorin. “In fact, that is where Mr Baggins comes in. We have an agreement to spend this season in each other’s company.”

Dwalin’s brows furrow. “Odd way to say that you are courting him,” he remarks.

“We are not courting,” replies Thorin. “Rather, we are only giving others the appearance of a courtship.”

“To what end?” wonders Dwalin.

“To the softening of my image for my goodwill trip through Eriador?”

“And what’s in it for Mr Baggins?” asks Balin.

“To ward off unworthy suitors.”

Both of the Fundinson brothers snort at that. “I fear you may have just doomed the Golden Hare to another failed social season, Your Majesty,” remarks Balin drily. “No suitors would dare rival a King.”

“Mr Baggins’s One may,” replies Thorin.

Balin and Dwalin exchange a glance. “Thorin,” says Balin after a moment, his advisor voice pointedly soft and gentle. “I know your intentions are good, but... matters of the heart often hang upon a knife’s edge. If you stray but a little...”

“I will not fall,” insists Thorin. “Love is a madness that I cannot afford to experience.”

“Cannot afford to, or are scared of?” wonders Balin. 

Thorin does not dignify that with an answer. “All that is required of me is to send flowers to Mr Baggins’s residence, walk with him every day, and dance with him twice at every ball. It is completely doable without feelings becoming entangled in it. Doubly so when Mr Baggins has a chaperone present.”

Balin sighs at that, looking over at his brother. Dwalin says nothing, only refilling his own cup of tea. Thorin pours the contents of his own teacup into his brandy, and downs the whole thing without a second thought. 

“I can only advise you on your actions, Your Majesty,” says Balin after a moment. “So all I can say to this is... be careful.”

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“¿Es en serio?, la verdad no entiendo tu accionar”, negó un par de veces con su rostro. “No tienes nada de que preocuparte. Eres mi mejor amiga, Chiara”.

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This was a (song) request by a lovely anon. It took me so long to write it (I am sorry for that), but once I did the words just flew on paper. Fíli is such a wonderful soul to write about and let me portray this soft side of him that I LOVE! I couldn’t wait to show y’all, that’s why I did not edit it as much as I usually do. It still can be a bit rough, but I think that adds to the charm. 

Also: I used the requested song Redeemer by Paul Cardall  to write this fic. Though it doesn’t appear in the story that explicitly, I tried to pour the deeper layers of the melody in this story. I highly recommend you listen it while reading. 

The Redeemer - Fíli x Elf!Reader

Summary:  It’s love at first sight when Fíli meets this elven reader. She plays the violin for him and Fíli makes a promise.

Warnings: Fluff, teenie tiny bit of angst.

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Everyone else was vast asleep.

Save for one. Fíli, the eldest son of Dís, lied wide eyed on the soft grass. His gaze was fixated upon the sky, where he admired the constellations and the soft light they emitted. On the ground, the little green blades beneath him tickled his feet and the prince smiled. Though the quest for the lonely mountain had just begun, Fíli already felt an overwhelming tiredness.

Not physically, no.

Fíli was a strong dwarf, used to physical combat and the harsh ways of the wild. He had spent enough time on the road with his uncle to know what it was like. No, this exhaustion was more of a spiritual kind. He loved his kin more than anything and he still was honored that Thorin had asked him to come along with the group, but… their constant bickering and loudness was taking a toll. Sure, even he knew he could be loud and annoying sometimes, but to function normally he also needed some time alone. A quiet place where his mind could wander, and where he eventually could let go of all the never ending clattering in his head.

One would say that the valley of the Imladris was the perfect place to unwind, but Thorin had kept his eldest nephew busy enough by barking around various orders. After a dreadful dinner with the elves, which had dragged on and on for hours, Fíli also had to endure all the impolite remarks the others made about the food, their hosts and the music that had been provided. Though not all had been the prince’s taste too, his amad had taught him to respect other cultures, even if it concerned elves. He knew Thorin and Kíli must have felt the same, but somehow they handled it a lot better than the golden lion did.

No, for now he had enough of the quest. And for the first time since he had left home, he longed for the blue mountains.

The golden lion had been lying on the grass for ages when soft, musical sounds reached his attention. Fíli pushed himself up his elbows and listened. The melody was gentle and light, but in that softness he found a profundity that touched his heart. A shiver went down his spine and the prince rubbed his arms. To him, the music spoke of gratitude and hope, but also of loss and a deep sorrow that time cannot mend. Fíli bit on his lip and without thinking further, got up on his feet and moved towards the source of the music.

She was absolutely the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Though she was quite short for an elf, she had this long H/C hair that framed her fair face and flowed over her shoulders up to her hips. Her purple dress was typical elvish: simple and majestic. Her eyes were closed as she swayed along with the melody she was playing. Fíli could have stayed hidden behind the trees forever, watching her skilled, long fingers play -no it was more a kind of caress- the violin, but his morals made him step into the clearing and thus make himself known. 

Not that that she gave any inclination that she noticed his presence. Fíli stood there for a few moments and when he was about to clear his throat, when…

‘Oh, hello.’ She greeted him with a small curtsey and the music stopped.

‘Good evening, fair lady.’ The prince said. ‘I came to thank you for playing such a beautiful composition.’

‘I called it the Redeemer. It’s about hope and kindness.’

‘And about a great loss.’ Fíli added breathlessly. ‘Something time can’t mend.’

A faint smile appeared on her face. ‘You’re being too kind, master dwarf. My father said that your comrades didn’t seem to appreciate our musical arts during dinner and that he doubts if he can endure such insolence again.’

Oh, this again.

Fíli grimaced. ‘Please let me apologize for my comrades’ behavior. They don’t always appreciate the gentle things life has to offer.’

She inclined her head. ‘And you do?’

The prince shrugged. ‘I think I do, but how would I know? I mean, if one doesn’t have the ability to observe those things, one cannot appreciate them anyway. I think we all lack some perspective in a way, but that blindness doesn’t mean that the things we miss are not worthy of our attention.’

Her E/C eyes flashed with a passion he had not seen in an elf before and Fíli felt a tingly sensation in his stomach.

 ‘You’re different than the others.’ she said. ‘Why is that?’

The golden lion smirked. ‘You’re awfully inquisitive for someone who doesn’t even know my name.’

‘You are Fíli, son of Víli and Dís.’ She told him. ‘You are a prince of Durin and you’ve been invited by your uncle Thorin Oakenshield to join the quest to retrieve your homeland.’

‘Fine.’ He smiled. ‘You do know who I am. But can I at least know who you are in return?’

She nodded slowly. ‘You may. I am Y/N, youngest daughter of Elrond and Celebrían.’

‘Ah, an highborn elf.’ Fíli mused. ‘Sister of Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen.’

She gave him a knowing look, but somehow decided that she would not pursue the matter. Instead, she strolled towards the other end of the clearing and just when she was about to disappear behind the trees, she called.

‘Will you join me for a walk in the moonlight, prince Fíli?’

The golden lion cocked a brow. ‘I could.’

The night was passing more swiftly than they both liked to admit. First they had strolled through the garden where Y/N had showed him her favorite flowers. Then they admired the same fountains where Fíli had enjoyed a good bath earlier that day and when he told Y/N about it, she confessed she had seen them bathing. When they finally settled down next to a small runlet and she tentatively laid her head on his lap, Fíli knew something for sure.

Not only was she the most gorgeous lady he had ever encountered, her mind was even more beautiful. She was wise and kind, proud of her heritage, but unlike others she could see past that pride. She was clearly an intelligent creature, her imagination like a wild horse that does not like to be tamed. She possessed a moral compass and her view on life and the universe was intriguing. Fíli found himself hanging on her every word, and though some part of him found it ridiculous (she was an elf, after all), he couldn’t help but wanting to know more about her.

Something clicked. Something filled all the empty parts of his soul that he did not know he had missed before. Upon realizing that, he suddenly understood something very important. He had been looking for someone like her all his life, for she was his One.

‘I think my kin can be horribly distant and cold.’ She was telling him quietly. ‘Like they’re not a part of this world. But they are wrong about that-’

‘You are so beautiful, amrâlimê.’ Fíli whispered, his left hand slightly trembling as he brushed it through her hair. ‘Body and soul…’

‘What?’ she breathed, barely audible.

He purred and brushed his fingers over her pronounced cheekbones. ‘You heard me.’  

She blushed gracefully. ‘Fíli…’

‘I’m merely stating that what I feel.’ The prince told her as he slightly bent over her.  

‘So soon?’ she mumbled, her gaze flashing up and locking with his. ‘How can one be sure…?’

The golden lion smiled brightly. ‘You lot have thousands of years to figure things out. As a dwarf, I can’t afford the luxury of endless time. We know how fickle life can be, that’s why we act certain and swiftly.’

‘That must be so fulfilling…’ she said softly. ‘Living life to the fullest. Enjoying every moment, because you know you’re alive.’

‘It is.’ The prince promised. ‘Of course there’s sorrow and pain. But at least we have love, burning bright in our hearts, joy and laughter in between.’

 They both fell quiet. Y/N lifted her head from his lap and rose, only to curl up on his lap once more. If she moved forward, her lips could kiss his forehead. Fíli gazed slightly up. His eyes darted along her exposed neck before he got lost in her beautiful E/C eyes. Y/N’s mouth opened slightly and her tongue wetted her lips, causing Fíli to groan.

Mahal save his soul.

He would lose his sanity if he had to continue staring (and doing nothing!) at her like this. With a strangled cry he surged forward, his mouth greedily taking in the soft flesh of her neck. She smelled as sweet as a flower. Her skin was hot under his touch, like the rocks in the wild feel when they have been baking in the sun the whole day. Y/N moaned, her hands reaching out and fingers digging in his clothing. He knew she felt the same way as he did and it was only a matter of time before she was his.

‘You are so perfect.’ She breathed when the prince kissed his way up to her jaw. ‘How is it- ah!- possible you exist?’

‘So soon?’ he teased with a smirk, lazily trailing over her jawbone. ‘How can one be sure?’

She laughed and it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. Not even her violin could match that. That’s why her kiss that followed, took him by surprise. But the shock quickly died out, as it was a most welcome surprise.

‘Come with me.’ He begged against her lips. ‘Please.’

A soft gasp. Her cheeks flushed again. ‘I can’t.’

‘Can’t or won’t?’ he pressed.

‘We’re so different, you and I.’ she stated. ‘I don’t think your uncle would approve of an elf no less, tagging along. And my father-’

‘Oh live a little, you pointy ears.’ He jested while his thumb caressed her cheek.

‘Think a little, master dwarf.’ She grinned.

‘So we’re at a stalemate, huh.’ Fíli remarked. He didn’t want to admit it just yet, but the thought of leaving her behind was just horrible. How could he ever? He just found her!

She heaved a sigh. ‘I…’

‘No, I won’t ask such a thing of you.’ Fíli decided. ‘But then… I need to know if you will wait for me.’ he told her, his voice slightly trembling. ‘Here. In Rivendell. I swear to Mahal I’ll come back to you.’

‘Oh Fíli…’ Her eyes were swelling with emotion. ‘If you want to swear on anything…’ she breathed, reaching for the hem of his tunic. ‘Then swear on me.’

He was going to die.

The hateful, pale orc had him firmly in his grip. Fíli was swinging in the air, like a ragdoll, when Azog taunted Thorin Oakenshield with his latest catch. Fíli could see the hurt in his uncle’s eyes, the regret. Uncle would blame himself for the rest of his days for ordering his nephew to search the lower levels. But it didn’t matter. Fíli knew Thorin could not have known that he and Kíli were walking down a trap. Uncle wasn’t to blame. The piece of shit that was about to kill him, was.

The blade that stuck from the filths’ right arm came into view and Fíli knew that this was the end. He braced himself and managed to scream a harsh ‘RUN!’ to his kin. If he had to die to save the others, he would do it in a heartbeat.

His life flashed before his eyes. Amad, Kíli, uncle. Growing up in the blue mountains, causing mayhem whenever he and Kíli went. Amad at her wits’ end, uncle Thorin acting stern, but somehow always smiling too. Fighting lessons from Dwalin. Balin boring them to death with administrative tasks. The gullible but also sassy Bilbo Baggins, who turned out to be more resilient than anyone had thought.

Then her face came into view and Fíli smiled faintly. Y/N. If he had to regret one choice in life, it was that he had not taken her with him. She would have loved the wild and he would have loved to watch her discover the real world. On the other hand, now she didn’t have to witness him dying. But what would she do if the news finally would reach her? He had made a promise…

The blade moved. But somehow it never protruded his back, nor did it slit his throat…

 First, there was a whistling sound which Fíli recognized as another blade, a small one. His favorite blade, to be exact. The one everyone underestimated, because it was small, but it was swift too and could move unseen.

Though that wasn’t possible, because he gave it to Y/N, before departing from Rivendell. It had been a promise, not made by prince Fíli, son of Víli, but by his own soul.

A howling sound followed and Fíli smacked on the ground. He growled in pain and rolled to his side. In a blur, he saw a slim figure jumping on the pale orcs’ back, screaming something he could not comprehend. His dagger was penetrating the orc’s right arm. The wound bled viciously, but Azog was accustomed to pain and reached for the elf.

Fíli saw a flash of H/C hair and his stomach turned. Then he gritted his teeth, got two of his knives and went for the orc’s feet.

‘Don’t you dare to die on me, you reckless dwarf!’ someone hissed. ‘I did not leave Rivendell only to bury you.’

‘I won’t.’ he murmured before opening his eyes.

He was lying in a soft bed, by the looks of it in a hastily set up infirmary in Erebor. Around him, injured dwarves, elves and men occupied the other beds. Y/N was sitting next to him, her hand grasping his. Her thumb stroked lovingly over his wrist. Mahal, she was here. It hadn’t been a dream.

‘How…?’ he managed to ask, eyes brimming with emotion.

‘Sssh.’ She hushed softly.

‘But…’

‘You liberated me, prince Fíli.’ She said quietly. ‘From a beautiful, yet shallow life. How could I not have come after you?’

‘You promised to wait.’ He said. ‘I would have come back. Didn’t you trust me?’

‘Of course I knew you would, but I was fed up waiting for something to happen. I’ve done that for far too long.’ she told him. ‘It was like you said. The world is out here, with you. I wanted to tell you that before you would…’ she fell silent.

‘Before what?’ the prince nudged.

She shook her head. ‘I feared you would forget about me.’

‘Oh, amrâlimê!’ He carefully got up and ignored her judgmental looks. ‘I’ve got this.’ He huffed. ‘I want to kiss these stubborn pointy ears, that’s all.’

‘You could have asked, you know.’ She smiled, while pushing him gently backwards against the cushions. ‘I’ll gladly assist.’

‘How could I ever forget about you?’ The prince inquired softly, moving his hands to cup her cheeks. ‘You are my One and I love you.’

She bit her lip and grinned. ‘You forgot to mention I saved you, reckless dwarf.’

‘That too.’ He chuckled and then grimaced in pain. ‘You saved my life.’

She hummed, lips brushing over his. ‘Are you going to kiss me or not?’

‘One thing, Y/N…’ he breathed. ‘Will you save me from being a reckless dwarf and make me the luckiest dwarf in middle earth instead?’

She blinked. ‘How?’

‘Well…’ he grinned. ‘By marrying me…’

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