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nancywheelxr · 5 years ago

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I mean, tbh I don't even know when I started shipping them(Elrohir and Legolas), they're just cute I guess and there is definitely not a lot of content for them which makes it a truly struggle. I was thinking that maybe you could write something with a modern au where they are in highschool/college (the one that you prefer), with an established relationship and one of them is jealous because someone is being too friendly with the other and maybe you could include something fluffy?)

Big mood, anon! I remember being in the early years of fanfic, still scouring fanfiction.net for content and I had it worse, trust me, because 14 years-old-me did not know English. The number of good fanfics in Portuguese was way too low.

BUt, I hope you like this one!

Aragorn loves the twins, truly, he does.

But sometimes, sometimes, he wants nothing more than throttle them.

“Elrohir,” he says slowly, refusing to look up from his textbook, “if you groan one more time, I'm going to disembowel you with this pen.”

“And how would that work for that criminal law degree?” Elrohir is raising his eyebrows, Aragorn can tell. He's probably smirking, too, the bastard.

“I'd get away with it,” Aragorn continues, skimming uselessly through the same paragraph for the third time, “and Elladan would help me, I know he would.”

There's another deeply theatrical groan from the bed. “Nobody loves me anymore in this house.”

“When's Legolas back again? God knows you're insufferable when he's away.”

The hesitant pause is brief, almost imperceptible, but Aragorn has been around him since they were kids and the big house on top of the hill had looked like a castle to his eyes. He'd asked Glorfindel if he was a knight of the Round Table the first time they met. He'd never lived that down either.

Anyway, trip down memory lane aside, Aragorn has been friends with the twins since they were all dumb children and he knows his friend enough to know all this huff and puff has a kernel of worry buried in it.

He swivels around in his chair to face him. “Okay, what's up with you?”

“Can't a man miss his boyfriend in peace?" Elrohir shuffles on the bed, looking away from Aragorn to pluck at the sheets. “You know me, 'm just being dramatic.”

“Yeah,” Aragorn says, “I do know you, so quit trying to bullshit me and tell me what's really bothering you.”

Elrohir sighs, groans, dropping an arm over his face. “It’s stupid,” he warns him, “and dumb. And I know what you’re gonna say, but I can’t help it, okay?”

“This has to do with Legolas, then?” Aragorn guesses. It’s not everyone that leaves Elrohir quite this distressed. “I thought he had just gone into another of his hikes?”

“He did,” he scowls, “with Gimli. His best friend ever. Because Gimli actually likes hiking and camping and visiting all sorts of caves and waterfalls and commune with the forest or whatever.”

Aragorn pauses. “Are you jealous?”

It’s not too far fetched a thing to be, he admits, considering how college life has been doing a damn good job of keeping everyone too busy to hang out or too tired to do anything other than invading each other’s dorms and taking up space the day before a quiz. But then again, he knows both Legolas and Elrohir since they were all kids, he’s seen they go from pulling each other’s pigtails to being best friends to being disgustingly in love.

He can’t imagine how Elrohir could possibly start being jealous now.

“Not in the way you’re thinking,” Elrohir says after a minute, dropping his arm to peer at Aragorn. His eyes are more worried and serious than expected. “It’s not– I’m not jealous of Gimli or anything, I trust Legolas and all. It’s just– come on, I’m in med school. The last time I went to a hike I got stung by a bee and found out I was allergic. How long until he realizes there are better people out there for him? People like Gimli, who likes all the same shit he likes. Who won’t have to cancel dates because he has to go to some stupid hospital party to schmooze or something.”

It takes him a while to process all of– that. “Okay, so you’re not jealous of Gimli?”

“I’m jealous of how easy it is for him.”

“Nope, you lost me again. Easy to what?”

“To fit with him, you know?” Elrohir runs a hand through his hair, “nobody would be surprised if they were together– they’re just– they get each other, they like the same stuff, they’re majoring in almost the same thing, for god’s sake! Sometimes it just feels like I’m waiting for the day he realizes it’d be easier with someone like that.”

Oh. Aragorn moves to sit on the bed, nudging Elrohir out of the way for a spot at the foot of the mattress. “I see,” he considers his words carefully, “yeah, maybe they do get each other, that’s why they’re best friends. But look, ‘Ro, how long have you been together now? Three years? Four? Anyone with eyes can see how much you guys love each other. Elladan and I had to listen to both of you pining separately for like, months. Don’t you think you can trust Legolas to know who’s best for him?”

Because that’s what’s really bothering him, isn’t it? Elrohir thinks he’s not good enough for him, which is insane because Aragorn has never seen two people more in love– Arwen and himself notwithstanding, of course.

All at once, Elrohir seems to deflate. “I guess. I just love him so much, I worry he won’t be as happy with me as he could be.”

“Legolas loves you,” Aragorn reminds him, “and you love him. That’s the important stuff– the rest, you can figure out as you go.”

Elrohir smiles. “I suppose you’re right. Since when did you become oh-so wise?”

There are about a dozen ways he could answer that, not all of them very nice, but Aragorn doesn’t have to decide if he’s done coddling him because the door to his room swings open.

“Elladan told me you were here,” says Legolas, walking in without waiting for any sort of invitation because apparently, Aragorn’s room is everyone’s hang out spot now. By all means, nevermind his quiz tomorrow. “Oh, hey, Aragorn,” he adds, almost as an afterthought.

“I thought you wouldn’t be back until Friday,” Elrohir blinks, sitting up to smile at his boyfriend despite his previous sour mood.

“Yeah, well, turns out there was some instability in the caves, so the Rangers closed them off until further notice,” he shrugs, dropping his bag on the floor. That’s gonna be a bitch to clean, Aragorn can tell already, what with the mud puddle it’s oozing.

Legolas grins, stepping closer to kiss Elrohir, and Aragorn politely looks away because someone in this goddamn dorm should have some sense of decorum. Not that the happy couple over there should even be here. God knows neither of them lives there. Oh no, Aragorn got a single this year. Peace and quiet, they told him. No roommate to interrupt his studying.

Clearly, the counselors had not taken into account his obnoxious family.

Turning around back to his desk, to his textbook, to the same paragraph he had been trying to read since Elrohir barged into his room three hours ago, Aragorn sighs and pretends he can’t still hear the conversation going on behind him.

“You look tired,” Elrohir is saying, “did you come straight here?”

Legolas hums in agreement. “Yup. I wanted to see you,” he admits, and it sounds like he climbed up in the bed too. Great. He’s probably spreading mud into the sheets. “ ‘sides, there’s no place like home, right?”

There’s a pause and Aragorn is very tempted to sneak a look to see what’s going on, he’s invested on this now, okay, but he stays where he is, nose buried again on his book, and waits for Elrohir to pretend he’s not, like, having a crisis or anything. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Legolas says, “I always miss you in these hikes, but I like this, I like knowing I’ll be coming home to you.”

Well, sounds like Aragorn isn’t the only one subjected to Elrohir’s rants; Elladan must have tipped Legolas off about the impending doom and gloom in here.

Their conversation tapers off into something quieter and Aragorn finally manages to focus long enough to finish a whole chapter of his textbook before allowing himself a glance back.

He smiles.

On the bed, the couple is asleep, wrapped around each other, and the look on Elrohir’s face is so peaceful, such a contrast to the stormy expression from before, that Aragorn almost forgives them for the dirt and leaves scattered around the mattress.

Almost. They’re still so paying for the laundromat.

#lotr #lord of the rings #aragorn #elrohir #legolas #elrohir x legolas #look an ask #elrohir x legolas tag #lotr tag

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mimilind · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Profile Pages: AO3 · Inkitt · Wattpad · FFN, username Mimi_Lind - or read more about me in this blog.

Below is a list of my fics. Follow the links for summaries, tags, word count etc.

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My Fics:

Lord of the Rings

Cat of the Fellowship (Legolas x OC, Boromir x Nellas) - adventure/humor, T

Riding With the Elves (Legolas x OC) - adventure, T

Matched From Birth (Legolas x OC, Thranduil x secret Tolkien character) - romance, M

Thranduil’s Shadow (Thranduil x Canon Wife (OC)) - romance/angst, M (WiP, not complete)

The Rings of Power

Perfect Balance of Darkness and Light (Halbrand x Galadriel) - romance, M

Silmarillion

Dragon Deception (Túrin x Finduilas) - romance/angst, T

Pirates of the Caribbean / Titanic (crossover)

Rose in the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow x Rose DeWitt Bukater) - adventure/humor, T

Shadow and Bone (Grisha Trilogy)

Student of the Shadow Summoner (Aleksander (Kirigan) x OC) - romance, M

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My X-Reader:

Lord of the Rings

Hooded Stranger (Aragorn x Reader)

Sent to Middle-earth (Legolas x Reader)

The Librarian and the Elvenking (Thranduil x Reader)

Stranger of the Falls (Boromir x Reader)

Harry Potter

A Magical Classmate (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Pirates of the Caribbean

The Stowaway Passenger (Will Turner x Reader)

Shadow and Bone

The Darkling's Student (Aleksander (Kirigan) x Reader)

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My Short Stories:

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Healing Music (Thranduil’s butler Galion x OC) - romance, T

The Fruit (Thranduil, child Legolas, Elrohir & Elladan) - humor, G

An Informative Book (Legolas x OC) - romance/humor, M

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inwiste · 4 years ago

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22 28 38 for fic asks!

Thanks for the ask!!

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

This is from one of the first Tolkien fics I wrote when I first started writing! The story is called Woven Bonds. Here’s the original:

The ride through Mirkwood was long but beautiful. The Elven Path was lined with flowers and autumn leaves with the sunlight shining through the shifting colors of the trees. It was a special occasion, as Lord Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and Estel traveled to Mirkwood to spend autumn and winter there. Estel had not yet been to Mirkwood or Lothlorien and had greatly desired to travel there and see Legolas’ homeland. Their company had been met with escorts at the border of the forest and they now traveled to the stronghold. They were close by, having traveled for more than a day through the forest.

Revised:

The dirt path they traveled on was worn with use and age, a sharp contrast to the wildflowers dotting the edges of the road and the rich golds, reds, and oranges of both the trees hanging overhead and the leaves that had drifted to the ground. The beauty of Mirkwood far outweighed the discomfort of riding in a hard saddle for hours on end, at least in Estel’s mind. It was a strange experience for him, being so far away from home, though he was excited to spend the winter in a place other than Imladris.

The fact that it was Legolas’ home did not hurt either.

Estel craned his neck to peer over Elladan’s shoulder and steal a glance at the elves guiding them and the winding path before them, though the land was foreign to him and he was unsure of when they would arrive at King Thranduil’s stronghold.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Hmmm this is super difficult, but I would have to say that my current (it changes super often) favorite fic writers are probably mustardleaf, Ulan, and TheModernFanWoman, all on AO3.

I’ve read a lot of mustardleaf’s JJK fics and I love how they write Itafushi (Itadori Yuuji x Fushiguro Megumi). They also did a multi-chapter featuring numerous one-shots involving a variety of different JJK characters that was excellent.

Ulan is the reason that I’m a glorestor (Glorfindel x Erestor) fan in the first place. I don’t remember how I first started reading glorestor, but their glorestor fics are among the best in the tag in my opinion. I love how they portrayed Erestor (and Glorfindel) and they honestly influenced how I see the character. If you’re into Glorestor, I highly recommend checking out Ulan’s fics.

Okay I LOVE TheModernFanWoman despite only having read one of their fics, simply because the fic is SO good. Their fic Cosmic Affinity focuses on Usagi x Seiya from Sailor Moon and it is so beautifully written (it was recommended to me by someone on a discord server, I will thank her forever). I love Usagi and Seiya and the way they explore Usagi’s queerness and feelings about her fate as Neo-Queen Serenity is incredible. If you’re a Sailor Moon fan and you like Seiya x Usagi, I cannot recommend this fic highly enough.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

A while back I wrote a darker fic called Possession, that focused on Aragorn and Legolas. The fic involves a more mentally unstable Aragorn and his obsession with his friend Legolas (there’s no slash between them though), and the aftermath of Aragorn’s actions plus the effects that the emotional and mental abuse has on Legolas. Someone recently wrote a super long review saying how much they loved it, especially as someone who worked in child crime and family violence (who also studies post-traumatic stress). They also made a small comment on the casual queer relationships.

For the longest time, I was unsure about that piece because I used my own extensive experience with emotional and mental abuse to write it, but that comment really made my day, knowing that someone who studies PTSD and probably has experience working with this found it compelling and thought I was doing a good job writing it. Plus I found their comment about the queer relationships heartwarming because as a member of the LGBTQ community, I get so frustrated with the lack of queer content (f/f content in particular) in media. I always write queer content because it’s natural for me and I want to see people like me and other people I know in media, so knowing that someone noticed the queer relationships and was happy to see it was really nice.

#ask games #thanks for the ask!

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 2 years ago

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LoTR(Alt): Loving a Hobbit

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by Norriepine

Bilba Baggin is a hobbit, her grandfather is a wizard named Gandalf. Her peaceful life was interrupted by thirteen dwarfs, although she's happy that she can finally go on adventures, but don't forget that she's also a hobbit who love peace and stability! Not being chase by giant spiders or goblins!

What Bilba never expect was capturing the attention of men, dangerous men who quickly fall in love with her and everything about her. Whether it's elves, men, dwarfs, valar, orc, or even the dark lord, they stare at her with obsession much to Bilba's oblivion.

Gandalf, who was piping his smoke, sneered: As if they're going to get his granddaughter!

Bilba, who was happily cooking in her kitchen, shivers: Hmm?...why is it suddenly cold?

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Reverse Harem x Fem Bilbo

Words: 3762, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: female Bilbo Baggins - Character, OC - Character, Thranduil, Sauron | Mairon, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Manwë, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thorin Oakenshield, Dwarf | Dwarves, Galadriel | Artanis, Smaug (Tolkien), Azog (Tolkien), Goblins (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Legolas Greenleaf

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thranduil, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins/Sauron | Mairon, Bilbo Baggins/Melkor, Bilbo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf, Bilbo Baggins/Smaug, Bilbo Baggins/Elrond Peredhel, Azog/Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins/Bard the Bowman, Bilbo Baggins/Arogan, Bilbo Baggins/The One Ring, Manwe/Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins/Elladan/Elrohir

Additional Tags: fem bilbo, possessive, Dark Character, Yandere, OOC, Cooking, Slice of Life, Adventure, Romance, Smut, 18+, Hobbits, Body Worship, Belly Bulge, Pregnancy, Lust, Stalking, Rape/Non-con Elements

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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ao3feed-tolkien · 2 years ago

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Shattered Planes

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by Hannah_Girl

A nefarious force has caused a calamity that has affected Middle Earth, Faerun, the 21st century, and the 24th century. In an instant, Drizzt, Legolas, the Winchesters, the crew of the USS. Enterprise, and many others, find themselves in strange worlds with no way to get back to where they came from. They quickly learn that each of these worlds is under threat by many dangerous adversaries, and the fate of four worlds and everyone who lives on them hangs in the balance.

Words: 3695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore, Supernatural (TV 2005), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), The X-Files, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Elrond Peredhel, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Glorfindel (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien), Drizzt Do'Urden, Artemis Entreri, Catti-brie (Dungeons & Dragons), Ellifain Tuuserail, Bruenor Battlehammer, Dinin Do'Urden, Berg'inyon Baenre, Doum'wielle Armgo, Effron Alegni, Kimmuriel Oblodra, Jarlaxle Baenre, Zaknafein Do'Urden, Castiel (Supernatural), Hannah (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Dean Winchester, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Buffy Summers, Jean-Luc Picard, Kira Nerys, Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Fíli (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Catti-brie/Drizzt Do'Urden, Castiel/Hannah/Meg Masters, Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Willow Rosenberg, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Angel/Buffy Summers, Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard, Kira Nerys/Odo, Julian Bashir/Jadzia Dax/Elim Garak

Additional Tags: Multiple Crossovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, War, dark themes, Trauma, Battle, Torture, Destruction, Alternate Universe, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Friendship, Platonic Relationships

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 4 years ago

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Letters From Your Favorite Characters

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by Andi_Singer999

I'm offering handwritten letters, that will be delivered through the mail, from your favorite characters. The letters range in time they will be delivered but I will e-mail you once I send them.

Words: 166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Game of Thrones (TV), Spartacus Series (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types, Supernatural, Anne with an E (TV), Outlander & Related Fandoms, Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Once Upon a Time (TV), The Boys (TV 2019), Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Éowyn (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Thranduil (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Bifur (Tolkien), Frodo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins, Legolas Greenleaf, Haldir of Lothlórien, Aragorn, Bombur (Tolkien), Saruman, Arwen Undómiel, Lord Elrond, Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Isildur (Tolkien), Éomer, Spartacus, Agron (Spartacus), Nasir (Spartacus), Crixus (Spartacus), Naevia (Spartacus), Duro (Spartacus), Gannicus (Spartacus), Mira (Spartacus), Saxa (Spartacus), Spartacus (Spartacus), Oenomaus (Spartacus), Pietros (Spartacus), Barca (Spartacus), Lucretia (Spartacus), Ilithyia (Spartacus), Ashur (Spartacus), Sura (Spartacus), Varro (Spartacus), Gnaeus (Spartacus), Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Lestrade (Sherlock Holmes), Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), James Moriarty, John Watson, Ros (Game of Thrones), Myranda (Game of Thrones), Kinvara (Game of Thrones), Little Sam (Game of Thrones), Olyvar (Game of Thrones), Olly (Game of Thrones), Locke (Game of Thrones), Karsi (Game of Thrones), Game of Thrones Ensemble, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Robb Stark, Viserys Targaryen, Oberyn Martell, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Jack Crawford, Abigail Hobbs, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Raphael (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Naomi (Supernatural), Samandriel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), Gadreel (Supernatural), Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Frank Randall, Geillis Duncan, Dougal MacKenzie, Colum MacKenzie, Murtagh Fraser, Caspian (Narnia), Tumnus (Narnia), Original Narnian Character(s), Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Queen Maeve (The Boys), A-Train (The Boys), Translucent (The Boys), Mother's Milk (The Boys), The Frenchman (The Boys), Black Noir (The Boys), Elena (The Boys), The Lamplighter (The Boys), Starlight | Annie January, The Homelander | John, Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher, The Female | Kimiko Miyashiro, Finn (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Luis (Ant-Man movies), Kurt (Ant-Man movies), Dave (Ant-Man movies), Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

Additional Tags: Letters, Love Letters, hand written

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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elfy-elf-imagines · 4 years ago

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Return to Me P.II | Lindir

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Lindir x Human!reader

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff

Warnings: Potential toothaches...??

Words: 2,174

Note: If you’d like to be added to a tag list for any of my works, there’s a link on my page! 12 years later we get Part 2 and the reunion of my two beans ♡

The sun is partially bright on this day, it seems, as if the sky itself is celebrating the return of Gondor’s king. Wind dances through the courtyard, making dance partners with everyone in the crowd, moving your dress with its beat. Your hair, pinned in a simple hairstyle often worn by the elves, is curled to perfection, bouncing in tune with birds singing in the distance. There’s a stupidly large grin on your face, one that you don’t care to try and force away. Everything in the past year or so has led to this very moment, every impossible moment and near death experience made it possible for peace to truly be restored to the realms as Aragorn takes his throne. The crowd is silent, watching the coronation with bated breath and wide eyes, excited and hopeful for the new chapter in their lives. Some people near the front desperately move around, trying to get a better look.

“Now comes the day of the king, may they be blessed!” Gandalf proclaims as he lowers the crown on Aragorn’s head. Aragorn smiles up at Gandalf, the same soothing smile that makes it easy to understand Arwen’s love for him and makes it even easier to understand the love the people hold for him. He stands from his kneeling position, turning to face the cheering crowd. His cloak billows dramatically behind him, showing off his perfectly polished armor, that glimmers with the regalness expected of a king. One hand rests on the pommel of his blade while his other is outstretched.

“This day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world; that we may share in the days of peace.” He holds both of his hands out, his voice soft, yet confident, speaking as Elessar, the King of Gondor, the rightful heir returned to his throne; not Strider, the Ranger in the North. He commands the attention of everyone just by simply being in a room, never needing to raise his voice higher than a comfortable talking volume.

You glance at Gimli beside you, his wild red hair and beard somewhat tamed for the special event, the beads in his hair that accessorize his braids glint brightly in the sun. He holds a plush velvet pillow that moments prior Aragorn’s crown that adorns his head used to rest on. He wears a large grin you’re sure is also on your face, as relieved and ecstatic for the new era as you. You move your gaze back to Aragorn, white blossoms from The White Tree blowing in the wind, captivating your attention. Like a child catching snow, you hold out a hand, hoping to capture a blossom or two. You manage to get three. You close your hand around them, feeling the silky petals on your skin. A moment later, you open your hand and blow on the flowers, urging them to continue flying through the wind.

And they do, they dance in the air, a beautiful waltz you could never hope to mimic.

Aragorn descends down the stairs, nodding his head at every familiar face he passes. The procession of elves march forward, but it’s not the uptight and rigid way they march into battle, no it’s too relaxed and loose for that. Legolas steps forward, wearing ceremonial garb fitting of an elven prince, him and Aragorn clasping each other's arm. Aragorn says something to him, too quiet for you to hear. Legolas smirks, and moves his head to the left. The elves behind him move forward, one of them holding a particularly large banner, the sigil on it familiar.

A bright smile forms on your face and your eyes practically glow in excitement. You’ve seen that banner a million times, when you would walk up and down the halls of Imladris, hung in the Hall of Fire, and even in your bedroom. She’s here, she’s really here. You knew that she wouldn’t leave for Valinor without a fight, but seeing her here, in person, puts out any lingering doubt.

Slowly, she moves the banner aside, confirming it to be Arwen, beautiful and radiant as ever. She wears a pale green flowy dress, it’s fabric light and airy, the style common for elves, a stark difference to the heavy and thick dresses of Gondor and Rohan. A headpiece forged from silver and inlaid with dozens of glittering gems adorns her head, crowing her lucious black hair that falls down her back like a lazy waterfall. Her pale skin glows in the warm sunlight, her eyes sparkling from the tears forming.

For a moment, Aragorn and Arwen stare at each other, one watching the other with amazement and love in their eyes. The crowd is dead silent, everyone intently watching the scene unraveling before them. Then Aragorn steps forward, grabbing onto the banner and pulling it away. And then he lunges forward, capturing her lips into a kiss. She laughs in delight, throwing her arms around his as he lifts her into the air, spinning her around. They pull away for a moment and she places her dainty hands on his face, leaning forward and placing a short and sweet kiss on his lips.

The crowd around them begins clapping loudly, warmly greeting their new queen. And it didn’t register in your mind that this might be the first time most of these people have seen an elf this close up. But then you saw the looks of wonder and amazement on the faces of some citizens, children excitedly pulling on the skirts of their mothers, pointing wildly at Arwen and the other elves.

You continue watching the newly reunited pair, your face growing numb from the large smile that is permanently etched on your face. You scan the crowd, seeing Lord Elrond, with a soft smile on his face; Glorfindel beside him; Elladan and Elrohir behind his father to the right. You continue scanning the crowd, but then your heart stops, only to begin beating again faster than ever before.

Standing amidst the other elves, wearing silken and beautiful ceremonial garb, probably the most pristine outfit he owns, is Lindir. His black hair is glossy, every strand in its place, pulled back in an intricate elven braid. He wears a silver circlet, fitting for an elf of his status, the tip of it resting on his forehead. His skin is glowing, not as intensely as Arwen, but captivating to you. His cheeks are stained a pale red, a beautiful smile on his face. His blue eyes move to you and for the first time in over a year, your eyes meet. You feel a jolt of electricity run through your body, heart beat increasing in pace.

Your smile widens, if possible, and you can’t tear your gaze away from him. Even when Aragorn and Arwen begin to move through the crowd, your eyes stay locked on him. When you, along with everyone else, bow for the Hobbits, your eyes only flit away for a second before returning to their previous position. And when the crowds begin to disperse, everyone mingling with one another as they lazily move towards the feast portion of the Coronation, you stay locked in place.

“You coming, lassi?” Gimli’s gruff voice interrupts your thoughts, but his voice is so far away, you weren’t sure if he was still by you. You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, moving your gaze back to Lindir, still in his same spot.

“Yeah...I’ll be there in a moment,” you mutter, not sure if he even hears the words that fall from your mouth. He scoffs in amusements and shakes his head before moving away with Gandalf, muttering something about young love.

You take one step forward, Lindir mimicking your movements.

You take another step and so does Lindir.

Once your feet touch the stone steps, your mind suddenly comes alive, as if water got thrown over your body. As if you only have a few moments to live, you rush towards Lindir, weaving through the lingering people with the grace of a baby elephant. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the wild stares or accusing words falling from people’s lips. The only thing you can focus on is Lindir, and feeling his lips against yours.

Three.

Two.

One.

The distance between you two disappears as you throw your arms around him, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric of his robes beneath your fingers. He’s warm and inviting and everything you missed while travelling with The Fellowship. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, snuggling as close as physically possible. The smell of mountain air, fields of grass, and rose oil hits your senses, pulling you deeper and deeper into your bliss. He’s real and he’s here. You deeply inhale once more, allowing this moment to sink in, immersing yourself in the moment.

You move your head to face him, throwing your head back in delight as a stream of laughter leaves your mouth. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, one of his hands winding around your waist and the other lightly cupping your face. Like magnets you move closer to one another, staring deeply into each other’s eyes with dumb smiles on your face.

“You came back to me,” he whispers, the words tickling your lips.

“I came back,” you reply.

You don’t remember who did it, all you know is his lips are now on yours, connecting them in a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, filling your whole body with a fire, burning away the ice that formed in his absence. Your heart soars, long past the point of just beating rapidly against your chest. You feel light, like you’re made of air and you’ll fly away any second without Lindir holding you in place. All the noise and background people fade away, until there’s nothing but this moment. And you can’t help but smile in the kiss when Lindir laughs, the noise swallowed by your mouth.

And in that moment you decide there’s nothing better than kissing someone while they laugh.

You pull a whisper away, moving a hand to trace the outlines of his face. His skin is smooth and perfect, the shining example of the perfection of elves. His blue eyes are like oceans, clear and bright and vividly blue. And if every ocean looked like this, you wouldn’t mind drowning as long as it was in him.

“I told you it would take more than Mordor to get rid of me,” you mumble softly, smiling brightly at him, shining like the sun currently bathing the two of you in it’s radiance.

“Apologies for ever doubting you, meleth-nin,” he responds, returning your smile tenfold.

Another breeze rushes through the courtyard, rustling your dress and Lindir’s hair. You laugh, the sound being swept away in the wind, singing in tune with the birds that have swept into the courtyard. Some spare white blossoms continue dancing through the sky, gently landing on Lindir’s head. He reaches up, delicately grabbing it, careful to not crush the pristine petals. He moves his hand to your hair, tucking the flower into one of your braids near the front of your face. You're practically glowing now, a beaming smile overcoming your face. And with your body practically vibrating from happiness, standing under the sun, you look like an otherworldly being. And if not for your round ears on clear display, some passersby might mistake you for an elf.

You lean forward, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of sweet berries on his lips. They were always his favorite, a fresh bowl of them always resting on his desk, only to be devoured within an hour.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips, still smiling like an idiot.

“No more than I love you,” he responds, a teasing undertone buried in his words. You pull back, eyes alight with overwhelming happiness. It’s over, everything with Sauron, Mordor, orcs, and that stupid ring is over, it has been for months. But now it feels real, standing here, wrapped up in Lindir as he smiles sweetly at you.

“I respectfully disagree.”

“And I respectfully disagree with your disagreement,” he fires back, grin getting wider and wider with each quip spoken.

“And I respectfully disagree with your respectful disagreement,” you respond, matching his teasing tone, laughter hidden under each word.

“Well I --” he’s cut off by a hand touching your shoulder. Turning around you see Glorfindel standing there, obviously holding back the laughter that’s bubbling inside him, a beaming smile on his youthful face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, my friends, but we do have a celebration to attend to,” he says, nodding towards the crowd of people leaving.

“Of course,” Lindir replies, moving to stand to your left, holding out his arm to you. You slip your arm into his without hesitation. “Let us be off, My Lady.”

“With pleasure, My Lord.”

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ao3feed-tolkien · 2 years ago

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LoTR(Alt): Loving a Hobbit

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by Norriepine

Gandalf, who was piping his smoke, sneered: As if they're going to get his granddaughter!

Bilba, who was happily cooking in her kitchen, shivers: Hmm?...why is it suddenly cold?

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Reverse Harem x Fem Bilbo

Words: 3762, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

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elfy-elf-imagines · 5 years ago

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Return to Me | Lindir

Pairing: Lindir x Human!Reader

Prompt: “What do you expect me to do? Do nothing, while everyone is out there risking their lives!"

Warnings: none

Requested by: emiliessketches

A/N: I’m thinking of possibly making a part two of this, taking place after the ring is destroyed. Thoughts and opinions?? I hope you enjoy!

"Meleth, may I speak with you for a moment," you hear a soft voice behind you. Turning from your conversation with Elladan and Elrohir, you see Lindir. His brows are furrowed, causing small creases to appear on his forehead. His lips were pulled into a tight line, nearly white from the lack of circulation. Despite this, a smile immediately lights up on your face, heart beat racing as fast as the first time you saw him.

"Of course." you respond. You reach a hand out to grasp his, but he quickly whirls around, stiffly walking away. You furrow your brows at his sudden coldness, after turning to give the twins a look of confusion, you hurry after him.

The secret council Lord Elrond hosted just finished, a fellowship being formed to destroy the One Ring. Obviously, you volunteered yourself, being a skilled swordsman. The rest of the members consisted of: Frodo, the Ring Bearer; three other hobbits, Merry, Pippin, and Sam; Aragorn; Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood; Boromir, the son of the Steward of Gondor; and finally Gimli; a dwarf with a massive axe. You had two months of preparation ahead of you before the Fellowship set off on it’s quest, and you were determined to be ready. Feeling the need to prove yourself more than capable, the human men in attendance had a few words about a woman joining a dangerous quest.

Finally you manage to catch up to Lindir, who was waiting for you in one of the beautiful gardens tucked in Imladris. You take a seat on the cushioned seat, waiting for Lindir to place himself beside you.

He never did.

Instead he simply stared out towards the forest surrounding the elven settlement, hands tightly grasped behind his back. His posture was so straight and stiff it would make a wood board appear wobbly and bent.

"Meleth nin, what’s troubling you?" you ask, voice hardly above a whisper. You lean forward to try and grasp any part of him, but you only grasp onto wind. The seconds tick by, time growing slower as the awkward atmosphere around you two increases.

"How could you?" Lindir finally speaks up, his voice only a touch louder than the gentle breeze. Furrowing your brows, you stand up and take a few tentative steps towards him, afraid any sudden movements will make him disappear. He doesn’t; he just continues to stare at the flourishing garden below. You grasp his clasped hands in your own, forcing them to untangle and meld with your own. He still refuses to look at you, but doesn’t move to pull away either.

"What do you mean?" you ask once more, tone more pleading than previously. You see his stone cold facade slowly crumble. Unexpectedly he swiftly turns so he’s face to face with you. As his stern face slowly washes away you notice the deep concern and fear rooted in his eyes.

"You’ve joined the Fellowship. You’re willingly going to Mordor, with the One Ring! Do you know how dangerous that is?" he tells you. You knew he intended for his voice to be much more stern, but the cracks in every other word and watery eyes, he looked more like a kicked puppy.

‘Of course, how could I be so stupid?’ you mentally berate yourself, he’s scared you’ll die. Elves are slow to love, but when they do, they love hard. When you're eternal, death isn’t something easy to grasp. He’s already had to swallow the hard pill that you’ll eventually die, being mortal, but he wasn’t ready to face that reality yet.

"Yes, but if I can help then I will, even if it means putting myself in danger,” you tell him. You manipulate your voice to be less rough than usual and more akin to the tone of the elves. A softer melodic lilt that should make the words not so...harsh. “Meleth nin, I have to do this.”

“You don’t have to, you’re choosing to do this,” he said, nearly spitting the words at you. For a moment your temper flared to life, but you managed to contain it before saying something you’d regret.

‘He’s just scared. That’s all this is.’

“I’m a capable fighter, my skills are better served with the Fellowship - protecting the Ringbearer. I mean you saw Frodo -- he’s never even left the Shire prior to this and now he’s walking into Mordor. They need me,” you say, attempting to make him see your reasoning.

“And I don’t?” he said, his teary eyes searching your face for...something, you’re not sure.

“I’m not saying that, I just--” you trail off, unsure of what to say next. Words never were your strong suit, and now it was clearly showing. You take a deep breath before pressing forward, determined to end this squabble. “What do you expect me to do? Do nothing, while everyone is out there risking their lives?"

"I expect you to not throw yourself into unneeded danger!" he finally breaks, his voice coming out much more forceful. You were taken aback for a moment at his anger, yet it didn’t take long for your own temper to flare up once again. However, this time you weren’t able to contain it.

"Is that so? Shall I just stay here, spending all my time sewing and tending to the household, allowing the big strong men to go to war while I sit by a window waiting for them to march back? Is that what is expected of me?" You reply, ice encapsulating each word, while still managing to keep you tone even. This argument is stupid to begin with, best to not gather a crowd.

This causes him to pause, taking a second to collect his thoughts and think rationally about his reply. That only served to anger you more, how rational he was being during a spat that he started. Finally, after a moment of silence he answers you.

"So that’s what this is about. You feel the need to prove a point?" You open your mouth to respond but he doesn’t allow you the chance. "You volunteered to join the Fellowship of the Ring to prove that a woman is just as capable as a man? You will put yourself into unnecessary danger, to prove a point only the ignorant do not already know!" His words cut like freshly sharpened knives.

"Lindir I-" you start talking, but swiftly cut yourself off, not sure how to proceed. The prideful side of you that just sees red slowly dims as his words and the very real consequences of your choices sink in. But what’s done is done. You’ve pledged yourself to the cause and have no intention of going back on your words.

"Just promise me when the time comes for the Fellowship to leave, you will stay behind. Stay here with me." he pleads with you, unshed tears clouding his vision. He takes a step closer to you, grabbing your hands in his own.

"Lindir we both know that’s not me. I can’t sit by and let everyone fight for me. It’s my life too, I’m going to fight for it." you reply, the fire and ice gone from your tone.

"I know. I just don’t want to lose you." he tells you, leaning close until his forehead is pressed against yours. A smile spreads across your mouth, closing your eyes to fully submerge yourself in the intimate moment.

"It’ll take more than Mordor to get rid of me, meleth-nin."

It was finally here.

The day the Fellowship of the Ring will set off to Mordor to destroy the One Ring. Your muscles ache from the rigorous training you’ve been doing; switching between training with Aragorn and Glorfindel. However, you knew it would pay off. While you’d already been a good fighter, especially for a human, you’d become nearly flawless at it, the proof in the moment when you finally managed to disarm Glorfindel without him taking it easy. While you were excited to prove yourself yet nervous for the tenacious journey it’s going to be; you were also upset to leave Lindir behind. Everytime you’d see his face, he’d try to hide his worry, but you could see the fear of your potential demise in his eyes. In between cramming in as much training as possible, you were attached to Lindir’s hip and his to yours. Every moment felt more precious, the unspoken knowledge that you may never come back looming over you two like a ghost.

Now you stood in the courtyard, the rest of the Fellowship surrounding you. You were standing in between Merry and Pippin, who you’d grown quite fond of, listening to the farewell speech Lord Elrond was giving. The rest of the elves stood behind Lord Elrond, giving their own farewells. As much as you tried to focus on each word coming out of Lord Elrond’s mouth, your gaze kept wandering back to Lindir, who appeared to have the same issue as you. While you were confident you’d come back to him, a small portion of you was worried each stolen glance would be the last. Lord Elrond, finished up his speech. The Fellowship turned to leave the elvish settlement, but before you fully turned away you gave one last glance towards Lindir, grasping the ring on a chain around your neck. The beautiful ring was given to you by Lindir, the night before, a promise that’d you’d come back to him.

And you intend to keep your promise.

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 8 years ago

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Archery, Alcohol and Adar.

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by xyChaoticFox

Two times Legolas is sure his father wants to kiss him and the one time he does kiss him.

Words: 848, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Elros the Guard (Hobbit Movies), Galion (Tolkien), Feren (Hobbit Movies), Elrond Peredhel, Elrohir (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien)

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf/Thranduil

Additional Tags: male x male, Yaoi, Incest, Daddy Kink, Kisses, Awkward situations, Pining, biting kink, Desk, Alcohol, Again, Smut, Desk Sex?, I Don't Even Know, Thranduil is a sneaky tease, poor Legolas, Don't Like Don't Read, Archery Lessons, Parties

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 4 years ago

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¿El Enano del que me enamore es un Rey?

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by icel015

El destino da muchas vueltas por lo que nadie sabe que ocurrirá, ¿Quién diría que un encuentro ocurrido hace 7 años haría latir su corazón por un enano?, ¿y quien diría que ese enano era el legitimo Rey de Erebor?.

Bilba Bolsón ha tratado de ser una respetable Hobbit desde la muerte de su padre hace 5 años, sin embargo tanto sus primos Drogo y Prímula, como su madre Belladona y un entrometido Mago, la obligaran a viajar en contra de su voluntad por la mitad de la tierra media, en una peligrosa Búsqueda con 13 Enanos, dicho mago y su madre, haciéndola experimentar emociones que creyó olvidadas y enfrentar la difícil decisión de elegir quien realmente quiere ser, si dejar que su lado Bolsón o Tuk ganen la batalla en su interior, el deber contra el querer, ¿pero por que no puede ser ambas?, y mientras lo descubre deberá lidiar con sus sentimientos hacia cierto Enano que no deja de hacer que su corazón se brinque varios latidos desde el día en que lo conoció.

Words: 3275, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Fanfic - Fandom, Bilbo x Thorin - Fandom, hobbit - Fandom, Bilbo Mujer

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Glóin, Oingo (JoJo), Belladonna Took, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Maxwell Lord, Sons of Elrond, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Primula Brandybuck, Drogo Baggins, Otho Sackville-Baggins, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, The Thain, Bard the Bowman, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Hobbit(s), Elf | Elves

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: Amor a primera vista, Intento de violación, Female Bilbo Baggins, Female Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Protective Thorin, King Thorin, Thorin Has No Sense Of Direction, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Gandalf Likes to Keep Secrets, enfermedad del oro, Bilba sabe pelear, Bilba es buena cocinera, Belladona es mamá gallina, Temeraria Belladona, Primula embarazada, Drogo mandilon, Lobelia y Bilba se odian, compromisos, Bolson vs Tuk, mi corazon o mi deber?, Lenguaje Enano, Lenguaje elfico, Lengua Hobbit, Bilba es hermosa

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