#enna lands

[la-sopa]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Roan Lands/Ferus Olin, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Siri Tachi, backround Characters: Enna Lands, Roan Lands, Siri Tachi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ferus Olin, Wil Asani, minor OC characters - Character, CT-0000/1010 | Clone Sergeant Fox, CC-1010 | Fox, Clive Flax

[el-huddpudd]

The Goose Girl, by Shannon Hale

Words that settled in my heart and lift into my mind, again and again. "I really do believe you. And when you get tired of worrying and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I’ll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

FANTASY

Based off of this! post.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: you surprise Eddie by dressing up as an elven princess from Dnd. Warnings: 18+ SMUT kissing, fingering, unprotected PIV (please be safe out there), oral (f receiving), body worshipping, teasing, a little nipple play, orgasm denial A/N: I have played Dnd once in my life, I do not know everything about it so please correct me if I get anything wrong about it.

Eddie sat up in bed re-reading the Lord of the rings The Two Towers for the millionth time as he waited for you to join him.

it was the first night of your honeymoon and it had been a long day and Eddie had done nothing but pepper you with love the whole day, being the gentleman he is and showed you exactly why you married him

you had been in the bathroom for quite some time, not that Eddie had seemed to notice, as he stuck his nose in a book he can't put down until you cleared your throat

he looked up to see you and his eyes widened as he got the sight of you leaning against the door frame with a seductive smile on your face

you were dressed in an elegant, fantasy-inspired gown in various shades of green, becoming darker as the skirt flows down, adorned with gold embroidery with a flowing chiffon cape that drapes over the shoulders.

your hair was down with a single braid tucked behind an elf ear you had placed on, and a golden headpiece atop your head.

you perfectly resembled an elven princess from Dungeons and Dragons, and he let his copy of TOTR fall from his hands and land on the floor by the bed

"Suilad ennas nin bein adan plural edain" you spoke, tilting your head mockingly as Eddie gulps and tries to find the words to say to you

He can already see it, your body on top of his, tangled in the sheets as you moan his name in pure bliss as he pleases you nicely.

the tent in his pants grew as he thought about what he would do to you.

you were the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on, and it was all for him, for his benefit and dick seemed to understand that as it rose in his pants, so hard it was uncomfortable and almost painful.

he needed to have you; he needed to ravish you right this second after ripping the dress off your body, he needed to fill you up so good that it would risk getting you pregnant, and he wouldn't mind, not if it meant he could think back to this night.

he wanted it so bad, and he could tell you knew that as you smiled cockily, taking small strides towards him on the bed, your leg peeking out of the high slit in the skirt of the dress.

he wanted to sink his teeth into your plush skin just hard enough to leave a mark, he wanted to tear the dress to shreds whilst still on your body, leaving you look a mess, though you'd still be as stunning as now, stood in front of him.

"Holy shit" he mumbled to himself as he shifted in his place, unable to find the words to express how good you look, how much he wanted to tear you apart and fuck you until your dumb

but just as he leaned up and tried to kiss you, you stopped him

you pulled out a pair of dice from inside the bodice and dropped them onto the bed sheets beside him

"if you want to kiss me, you're gonna have to roll" you smirked, seeing his whole body twitch in anticipation and need

he looked up at you, the fire in his eyes made you feel weak in the knees as he adjusted himself, rubbing over his boner to ease the growing pain of eagerness

he fumbled over picking up the dice. looking at you before rolling it onto the bed sheets

he mumbled in victory before pulling you down and bringing you into a passionate, much needed by him kiss.

you find a comfortable position as he placed you on his lap, his hand finding its way onto your thigh, gently rubbing your skin, sighing at the feeling of your lips dancing together

his hands moved up, following the curve of your hips up to the bodice of your dress, cupping your breasts in his hands, managing to give them a squeeze before you pulled away, humming

"What do you want to do next?" you asked him, crawling off on his lap

he frowns as he thinks "I want to...take off your dress?"

"Then roll" you whispered in his ear, smiling as he shivers

he picked up the dice and rolled it, praying to the gods he got over a ten, wanting nothing more for the dress to come off so he could worship your perfect body

he cursed to himself when it landed on a two, looking up at you with innocent eyes, making you fake a pout

"looks like that'll have to wait, big boy" biting your lip, internally laughing at his face, laced with disappointment

He frowns "can we continue kissing?" He blinks, looking down at your lips

You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your chin, humming "mm. Let's ask the dice"

He grabbed the dice from beside him and rolls, immediately grabbing your chin, pulling you down, you didn't even have time to see what he got before you melted into the kiss, he slides his right hand down your chin to your waist. Pulling you down onto the bed beside him.

You open your eyes, taking a sneak peak at the dice on the other side of his leg. Pushing him away

"Eddie! That was a miss! You don't get to kiss me!" You faux anger before dropping your voice, your fingers trailing his chest, right over the O in 'dio', your fingertips running over the letter

"Does someone need to be punished for lying?" You tut, leaning in and whispering in his ear

He lets out a whimper, secret be told- he likes seeing you have such power over him, he likes being told what to do- he finds it so attractive on you, seeing you in such a way is making him so hard that he's finding it hard to focus when your tits are right there, in front of him, calling out his name, begging to be sucked on so nicely.

He can already hear the sounds of your pretty moans as you let him fuck you. He can see it, your tits bouncing as he pounds into you mercifully, showing you his frustration for teasing him, for making him wait, for making him roll a pair of dice just so he can touch you.

Eddie shakes his head "n-no I- I'm sorry I won't do it again"

He knows your version of punishment in this situation won't end in an orgasm on his end- he won't even be getting teased- your punishment will be nothing, you'll sit there, letting him learn his lesson for lying to you, letting him know what he did and that he should regret it. So he would rather not get that punishment tonight

"Why shouldn't I?" You tilted your head, almost mocking him

"Please? I- I know what I did was wrong" he looked down

You drag your hand over his legs, pressing against the tent in his pants before moving on, reaching for the pair of dice before picking them up, ignoring his sigh as you touch him

"Let's see if the dice thinks I should forgive you"

You roll the dice and smile "looks like it's your lucky day"

You asked him what he wanted to do and he tried again with taking off your dress, rolling the dice.

He looked over at you with his big doe eyes and a smile, you leaned over him, making sure the roll was a hit.

You raised your eyebrows. Slowly rising from the bed before standing in front of him.

You reach for the zipper on the side on the dress, letting it fall down your body as you stand in front of him, leaving you in only the cape and a matching green lingerie set.

You were so perfect, so pretty, so fuckable.

He shifts on the bed, leaning closer to the edge

You go closer to him, climbing onto his lap, smirking at his desperate face as he stares at your breasts right in front of his eyes

You lean in, placing a kiss on his lips. He runs his hands along your back, his thumb going under the clasp on your bra as his other hand reaches up and unclosed the Cape, taking the mesh away from your soft skin.

Before he has a chance to unclasp your bra, you stop him, slapping his arm away

You tut again, forcing the dice in his hands

"You forget about my little friends?"

He groaned and rolled it, he's so hard he's co fused as to why you haven't said anything, like you usually do, teasing him about the way he gets turned on just for you

He unclipped your bra and threw it across the room

Your run your hand through his hair as you slowly grind on his lap, subtlety rolling your hips against him

"What next baby?" You bite your lip, holding the back of his neck as you lean in, nibbling on his ear, loving the way he shivers against your touch

"I- I want to touch you...them" he mumbled, sounding almost hungry as he stares at your bare tits in front of him

he rolled the dice and instantly attached his hands to your breasts, giving them a little squeeze, his ears perking up as he heard a gasp fall from your lips as he pinched your nipples. they were always so sensitive against his rough padded fingertips teasing them, and the noises you made as he pressed his thumbs against them were so pretty, so pretty that he might say it was his favourite noise, music to his ears, he's said before.

the buds of your nipple were hardened against the hotel room's cold air and he smiled to himself as he thought about taken them into his mouth, licking and sucking on them as you whimpered and moaned his name, he knows you wouldn't be happy, not rolling the dice before making a move but he couldn't hold it in anymore, the swell of your breasts looking so appetizing to the point Eddie's almost drooling.

So he brought your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he squeezed your other tit, smiling to himself as you whimpered when he bit down on the sensitive bud of your nipple

you mumble his name as you feel his hot tongue swirl over your breast, it feels so good that you don't have the power to stop him, you should give him this for being so good for you, and right now he's being so good.

he hums against your breast, still sucking and nibbling, now just moving to the left, sending vibrations through your body as your close your eyes, your hands finding his hair as he massages the soft skin of your chest.

you begin to grind on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your clothed heat, slowly growing wet, feeling the patch soaking your lace panties as you rub yourself against the rough fabric of his jeans.

"you're so beautiful" he mumbled as he pulled away for a moment before latching his mouth onto your neck, licking and sucking your sweet spot, being sure to leave his mark on you.

he nibbles on your collarbone as he hears a content sigh leave your lips before you find the strength the fight him, remembering the whole game of this

"who said you could do that?" you frown, glaring at him

he looks into your eyes with blown out eyes, looking like he's in a trance as he gaze lowers down to your plush lips.

in any other situation, he would have felt bad, he would have apologised and begged for forgiveness for going against you, but Eddie couldn't find it in himself to say sorry about it, cause he wasn't, why should he be sorry for wanting you underneath him, open for him as you moan his name

so he made the bold decision to ignore you, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips as he pushed you down on the bed, laying you flat on your back before pulling away

"I'll play your little game, but you're not in control here, doll"

before you could protest, he shoved two fingers in your mouth, making you hum in confusion

"Suck" he ordered as he picked up the dice, swearing under his breath before you giggled, gagging when he shoved his fingers deeper down your throat.

he went back to kissing your neck, sucking the places he hadn't only a few seconds prior. you had closed your eyes, relaxing on the bed as he began to use you, without your knowledge, Eddie had rolled the dice, trying again before taking his fingers out of your mouth

the string of spit connecting your lips and his fingertips before snapping when he pulled away too far, bringing his hand down your body, digging his hand into your lace panties, pressing his now soaked fingers to your clit, earning a gasp from you and you opened your eyes, seeing him shift down the bed, you feel his hot breath brush against your skin as his fingers hook around your underwear, pulling them down slowly, placing kisses down your body, gently biting at the skin of your hip as he removes your underwear, pulling them all the way down, flinging them across the room before planting wet, sloppy kisses over your lower stomach, rubbing the skin under your boob with his thumb as he rang his other hand back to your bare core, rubbing his fingers flat through your slick folds.

as you look down, lazily smiling at him loving on your naked body, you frown, noticing he has all his clothes on still.

"Eddie" you breathe, hearing his groan as he continues to pamper your body.

you reach down and pull at the collar of his shirt "take it off, baby"

"oh Elven Princess, Patience is a virtue" he tsks.

he chuckles under his breath as he begins slowly circling your clit, his fingertips gliding with delicious friction over the sensitive bud.

"this what you wanted, Princess?” he cooed, his voice mockingly sweet. You could feel his warm breath fan over you as he moved closer.

He couldn’t stop himself. he couldn't help but lean in and flick his tongue over it just once, just the slightest touch, and you let out a broken moan and wiggled under his touch.

He inhaled deeply, smelling your intoxicating scent.

he looked up from your pussy and made eye contact with him as you leaned on your shoulders, staring at him while he rubs over folds, not yet going in.

Eddie wrapped his plush lips around your clit and started to flick his tongue over the bud at a painfully slow pace.

You gasped and gripped the neat bedsheets. he always was good with his tongue.

His mouth was hot and wet, and the way he was looking at you with such love and lust, made the tightness inside of you start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie was in on cloud nine as he buried his face in your pussy, drinking your delicious and sweet taste.

With one hand on your hip, keeping you from wiggling around, he slid one of the fingers of his other hand into your throbbing entrance. Slowly, before adding another, not giving you any time to adjust before he carefully pumps.

He chuckled when you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you open.

you whined, gasping at painful stretch of your delicate skin he is currently abusing.

you squeezed his fingers so nicely, feeling every ridge and hearing every squelch as he curls his fingers inside you, his lips still attached to your aching clit, sucking harshly.

Soon the only sounds in the room were the wet clicks of your pussy, and your soft moans as you let your head fall onto the pillow beneath you, your eyes rolling back when he squeezed your hip

Eddie laid his tongue flat and wide as he lapped up your pussy and you couldn't help but whimper at the feeling.

Eddie’s cock throbbed in his tight jeans, so uncomfortable as he grinded against the mattress, trying to give himself the friction he so desperately needed as he ate your pussy so well for you

"Eddie.. I- mm...i'm gonna cum" you moaned sinfully

Eddie pulled away after humming, his fingers still pumping inside you, gaining speed to replace his tongue

"let's see if the dice wants you to, ay?" he growled, releasing your hip and grabbing the dice

"do you, dice, want this elven princess to cum f'me?" he asked the dice before rolling

you were in a trance, tightening your walls around his thick fingers as he pumped, too focused on trying to cum that you barely heard what your husband was saying, his voice sounding like a distant hum.

you let out a broken moan as you felt the tightness start to let go be tuts

"dice says no, sweetheart" he said, pulling away, making you whine and your whole body shiver as the tightness fades, leaving you frustrated

"what? no, please" you beg before looking beside you at the dice, frowning

"Eddie that was a hit?!" you huffed in slight anger

"was it? must've mistaken it- woah!" you said before you pushed him away, flipping him over so he's on his back

"you were never in power here, weakingling, the dice controls us" you glare at him

he stared up at you as you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, you lean down to kiss him and just as your lips meet and he lean in, his eyes fluttering shut, you stop, tilting your head to the side, you grab his chin and point his head to the side as you bite his earlobe, steadying your breathing as your pull away, pulling him in for a kiss,

your press your lips against his before leaning away, biting his lip as you pull away, letting go to see his lips bounce back

"don't play with me, commoner. you don't know what i can do to you, what i will do if you play with me, so sit back and be a good boy for me, understand?" you question him fiercely

he nods his head as you pull his shirt over his head, taking it off befoe throwing it away, staring at his tattoos littering his body of show for you

you place your hands on his chest and lean down, playing a kiss on every tattoo on view, hearing his breath hitch when you place a delicate kiss to his newest addition you had only found out about a week after he got it, a few months ago, right below his right collarbone, over his heart was laced with a fine line ink, confirming the date on your wedding, it was so gentle, contrasting against every other tattoo on his body.

you had cursed at him for getting it, and he had questioned you for your hesitation, saying 'think we won't last? honey I'm planning on keeping you forever, js'wanted to have a bit of us on me forever'

it was crazy to think that was almost 6 months ago, you had been so stressed with planning and wanting every aspect to be perfect. and now, a day in to being married to him, your heart warming at the little touch of writing, a promise of commitment that he couldn't get rid of it he tried

Eddie's dick was still so hard, he could feel the precum staining his boxers until he was whining

you sucked on his skin, going up all the way to his neck, wanting nothing more to mark him. your hands find their way to his pants and fumble to undo his fly and push down his pants with the help of him, kicking the jeans off, the only thing keeping you from sitting on his pretty cock was his thin boxers.

you grind your hips on his, creating some sort on friction, you push him up so he would lean against the headboard, sitting up but still laying down.

his hands find your hips and guides your movements until you smack his arms away

"how dare you touch me without the permission of the dice" you spat

it gave you a rush, giving him orders and telling him off for things, you had done it before yes, but it always felt so good, giving you a thrill knowing it turned him on so good, he loved it, and he was never scared to show it

you gripped onto his hair and forced him to look into your eyes as he stares down at your tits bouncing

"You want these off, don't you?" you reach your hand down, snapping the elastic of his boxers on his skin as you pull them back

he gulps and hums out a response "uh-huh" he mumbled

"Beg for it" you howl, lowering your voice as you stare down at him

"Please take them off, I'll be good-" he starts before you cut him off

"don't beg me, beg the dice" you hold the dice in front of him

he sighed, looking down at the small shapes in your hand "please let her take my boxers off, I won't disobey you again" he pleaded

you roll the dice on his chest and grin wickedly

"Looks like the dice answered your calls" you huff before pushing them off his body, letting them roll to the side of him on the bed

you left yourself up and push his boxers down his legs, letting them fall off the side to the floor, you sit on his thighs just below his cock that sprung out, being let free from the aching pain of being stuck inside harsh fabric.

the precum leaking from his swollen tip is what sends you into a frenzy

"Such a pretty cock you got, commoner" you coo, reaching and slowly pressing your thumb to the head, chuckling at how it twitches in your hand

"Please, please I need you" he begged as he closes his eyes when you begin slowly pumping his dick

you pick up the dice shove them in your hand "roll"

he huffs and rolls the dice, moaning in victory

"You heard the dice, fuck me" he sighed, resting his head on the headboard

you roll your eyes and position yourself right above him

"Do not rush me, and do not command me, do you want to cum? you desperate human" you tut

you sink down on his cock and compress your whine when you let him fill your aching pussy

"Yes, yes I want to cum- I'm so sorry, princess, it won't happen again, I want to cum in you" he nods enthusiastically

you hum in satisfaction. you sit on his lap for a second, slowly rocking to get yourself adjusted before you slowly lift off and bounce back down

you place your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself

"c-can I touch you, princess?" he asked desperately

"I suppose" you huff, covering the fat you want his hands on you, helping you out to bounce on his dick, to give him pleasure

his hands find your hips yet again and you let him, loving the feeling of his rough fingertips against your skin

you rise and fall on his lap in a slow rhythm, slowly building pace as you feel more comfortable, the stretch of his big cock stuffing you nicely as he hits all the right spots, he's always reached the best of places, making you feel so full as he pounds into you

but being on top lets him reach so many more places

and before you know it, your pace is gradually getting faster and faster, your moans filling the sweaty air of the hotel room and he grunts, letting out small pleas and whines, whispering your name

he leans up, taking one of your tits in his mouth, biting at the sensitive bud of your nipple, hearing your gasp of pain but moan of pleasure.

you start rolling your hips in circular motions, trying so desperately to rub your clit against his pubic hair at the base of his cock.

he started the thrust up into you, matching your rhythm of pace, the sound of skin clapping together is all you can hear past his groans and your whimpers.

you focus on the feeling, letting your eyes roll and your head throw back as he reaches all the right places, he feels so good.

His hot wet tongue sucking and nibbling at your tit, and the harsh and rough feeling his hair feels grazing against your clit is aching.

Eddie releases your nipple with a pop! And leans up, digging his face in your neck, mumbling words of encouragement and praise into the shell of your ear.

Nothing can be heard but the squelching of his big cock thrusting into your pussy as you bounce up and down.

You pace has quickened and your moans are becoming breathless as you feel the tightness bubbling up in the pit of your stomach

Eddie groans as your walls tighten around him, squeezing him no nicely

Everything about this is driving him crazy, every moan escaping your plush lips, every slap of skin, every pornagraphic look on your face when he slams his dick so deep inside of you

God he fills you up so well, so well that you feel the pit inside of you grow.

Eddie can tell you are close just by the way you squeeze your dripping wet walls around him, coaxing him in your juices.

Eddie moans into the swell of your neck, biting on the soft skin

He leans away, his back leaning against the frame of the bed, one hand finding its way to the small of your back, just above your ass, eith the other remaining on your hip, gripping on to the sweaty skin and you pant and moan

Your hands find Eddie's chest again, your nails seeping into his skin, scratching his pecks. His thrusts are beginning to get sloppy and you know he's close

Eddie can't take his eyes away from you, he's so entranced by what you've done for him tonight, making the fantasy he didn't know he wanted needed come true.

You could feel his dick twitching inside of you and you smiled weakly

"Are you gonna cum f-for me?" You panted

He nods, not being able to speak as he watches your tits bounce with your movements, with your mouth hung open, letting out broken whines of pleasure

"Y-yes, p-princess" he winces "I-im gonna cum"

You smirk down at him "you reckon the dice will let you spill your seed into the elven princess?"

He whines, his climax about to reach breaking point, on the verge of spilling his load inside of you, painting your walls white.

You pick up the dice for the last time. Flicking them away, nor having the energy to roll, you glance beside you, looking at the numbers

"Cum f'me, Eddie" you let out, wanting his hot cum fill you up

You hold your climax in, wanting nothing more than to cum together.

"A-are you close?" He grunts, his palm flat against your back, pressing firmly as his other hand traces shapes around your hip.

You hum in response, not being able to hold it much longer as your thrusts grow tired "Please cum for me, Eddie"

He lets out a broken moan and mumbles intot the hot, sex filled air

"I'm gonna-"

You both moan in unison, each thrust and fall of your hips meeting in perfect harmony as you both let the tightness go.

Eddie hums as he spills his hot seed into you

And you let out a toe curling moan escape your lips as you cum on his dick, you juices mixing together, sticking to your thighs as it leaks out of your throbbing hole.

You hum, your climax fading away as you begin to go limp in his arm. He rides out your high as he pushes you closer to him, letting you lean on his chest.

After a moment, he's stopped moving, and you're left to catch your breath, listening to his rapid heartbeat as his chest rises and falls against your ear

"You're the best wife ever, you know that?" He sighs.

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[takusan-no-ai]

You’d better call me

PAIRING: Jane x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Jane falls in love after being saved by H.A.N.D member (Y/N) in hollow zero.

Another hornet was sliced down by Jane as she ran. Her cover had been blown and thanks to an unexpected fissure she was able to escape. Sadly, that lead her straight into the nest; hollow zero.

“So long as I avoid that Nineveh I’ll be fine–” Jane narrowly dogged a projectile launched from a stray hornet. She kicked it away in one fell swoop and ran into a corner. “Time to recuperate.” She took a deep breath and calmed her mind.

The wall she was leaning against dispersed, the sky changing and ground shaking nearly knocking Jane off her feet. “Ugh, what is it now?! It just had to be hollow zero…”. In a matter of seconds she was transported to the center of hollow zero; Nineveh’s nest.

Its loud roar echoed across the hollow, strong enough to immobilize Jane to her knees. “Dammit! This was supposed to be a simple undercover operation.” Nineveh flew towards Jane at an impeccable speed, hornets following closely behind it.

“At least I don’t have any regrets,” Jane smiled with her eyes closed. “Except…I refuse to die on the job.” She forced herself to stand jumped past Nineveh, landing on top of a tendril, and using it to fling herself into a nearby fissure.

Jane took a deep breath, now further away from Nineveh. “So, mind explaining to me who your master is?” She asked the bangboo standing next to her. “Thanks again for leading me towards the fissure little guy,” she said while petting it.

“Ehn-na enna eh-na.” The bangboo pointed at a young man walking towards them. He stuck his hand out, smiling. Jane smiled back, a blush forming on her face as she gazed upon her “knight”.

“Name’s (Y/N)! I’m a member of the Hollow Affairs & Neutralization Department, better known as H.A.N.D., and work in sub quadrant Hollow Special Operations Section 6, or H.S.O.S.6., which is–”

“Thank you darling for the explanation but I already know all of the bits and pieces of H.A.N.D., so no need to delve further,” Jane shushed him with her finger.

She circled around him, her tail swaying back and forth. (Y/N) gulped, a sweat rolling down his face. “I can escort you outside of the hollow now, if-if you’ll allow me, ma’am.” Her tail curled around his neck.

Jane stood on her tiptoes, towering over the man. “Oh sir, you’ve seen me at my weakest~ I can’t live with that kind of pain. I need to know you’ll keep it between you and me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m great at keeping–”

“Meet me at nine tomorrow afternoon in lumina square, cutie~. If you’re late I’ll just hunt you down.” she ran out of the hollow, her tail squeezing his neck before letting go.

- Fin

[duckblr-book-club]

Duck Comic Reading Club Week 24 - November 25 - December 1

Paperinik New Adventures 20 - "Mekkano"

Origin: Italy

Pages: 62

Writing: Bruno Enna

Art: Andrea Freccero

First published: August 1998

I.N.D.U.C.K.S. link

Summary: The Evronian Gorthan crash lands on Earth and his lost Evronian technology begins causing problems.

[soleiluzz]

the storyteller's blend - a preview

war was a good thing, yes, according to the many tribes enna had once documented at the height of the crimson war. war is conquest and pain, but also an opportunity to sow new seeds into barren land, with new techniques brought to the lowly people around them, was something almost all the elders said, and like sheep, gentle and foolish and utterly unknowing, their next generation followed them into battle, hailing the brutishly mutilated bodies of their brothers and sisters and friends as keepers of the souls of the brave.

but enna knew better than that. enna always knew better than that.

she was content with her little shop near the mountain range that divided their lands into the north and south, tending to the blends she created specifically for her ailing customers. enna had seen much pain, but pain often brought with it contentment, and she was content.

"enna! hello!" she hears as the door jingles open, and a young orc walks in, coin pouch on the ready for sweets or a specific blend his mother might've forced him to get. yes, she was content. there was nothing about this life that she hated at all. except the weird one-off customer, but that was customer service for you. "my mom asked me to get her the same blend as last time, if you can make it!"

"ah, ah, duma." enna murmurs gentle, and for a minute, she worries if her age shows through, though the boy doesn't acknowledge it. "no receipt, no blend. every blend is unique to the customer, and this lady's too old to remember all the blends she's ever made."

"i know, i know, auntie." he sulks, passing the coin pouch to her. "it's in here, along with the money for last time. can i go look at the sweets?"

some of my mutuals wanted to see this, so im releasing this a bit early hehe :) but basically, this is a cosy fantasy that revolves around my fmc enna, a witch who mysteriously managed to get younger as the years passed by. however, instead of obsessing about her looks, enna has only one goal in mind- find the perfect blend of spices and herbs to create the perfect storyteller, all while writing down whatever she's seen and heard her whole life in order to preseve the stories of tribes that no longer exist.

[iliosflower]

Demeter's Island

excerpt from "The Library of History" by Diodorus Siculus, 1st century CE.

"The Sikeloi [Sicilians] who dwell in the island [of Sicily] have received the tradition from their ancestors, the report ever having been handed down successively from the earliest time by one generation to the next, that the island is sacred to Demeter and Kore; although there are certain poets who recount the myth that at the marriage of Plouton and Persephone Zeus gave this island as a wedding present to his bride.

That the ancient inhabitants of Sikelia [Sicily], the Sikanoi, were indigenous, is stated by the best authorities among historians, and also that the goddesses who have mentioned their first appearance on this island, and that it was the first, because of the fertility of the soil, to bring forth the fruit of corn, facts to which the most renowned of poets also bears witness when he [Homer in the Odyssey describing the land of the Cyclopses] writes:

"But all these things grow there for them unsown, and even untilled, both wheat and barley, yea, even vines, which yields such wine as fine grapes give, and rain of Zeus gives increase unto them."

Indeed, in the plain of Leontini, we are told, and throughout many other parts of Sikelia, the what men call "wild" grows even to this day. And, [...] it is also to be observed the goddesses who made this discovery [Demeter and Persephone] are those who receive the highest honour among the Sikeloitai.

Again, the fact that the Abduction of Kore took place in Sikelia is, men say, proof most evident that the goddesses made this island their favourite retreat because it was cherished by them before all others. And the Abduction of Kore, the myth relates, took place in the meadows of the territory of Enna. The spot lies near the city, a place of striking beauty, for its violets and every other kind of flower and worthy of the goddess. And the story is told that, because of the sweet odour of the flowers growing there, trained hunting dogs are unable to hold their trail, because their natural sense of smell is balked. And the meadows we have mentioned is level in the centre and well-watered throughout, but on its periphery it rises high and falls off with precipitous cliffs on every side. And it is conceived of as lying in the very centre of the island, which is the reason why certain writers call it the navel of Sikelia.

Near to it are also sacred groves, surrounded by marshy flats, and a huge grotto which contains a chasm which leads down into the earth and opens up to the north, and through it, the myth relates, Plouton, coming out with his chariot, effected the Abduction of Kore. And the violets, we are told, and the rest of the flowers which supply the sweet odour continue to bloom, to one's amazement, throughout the entire year, and so the whole place is one of flowers and delight. [1]

Kore, we are told, received as her portion the meadows around Enna, but a great fountain was made sacred to her in the territory of Syrakousa [modern day Syracuse, Sicily] and given the name Kyane or "azure front." For the myth relates that it was near Syrakousa that Plouton effected the Abduction of Persephone and took her away in his chariot, and that after cleaving the earth asunder, he himself descended into Haides, taking along with him the bride whom he had seized, and that he caused the fountain named Kyane to gush forth [2], near which the Syrakousans each year hold a notable festival gathering and private individuals offer the lesser victims, but when the ceremony is on behalf of the community, bulls are plunged in the pool, this manner of sacrifice having been commanded by Herakles on the occasion when he made the circuit of all Sikelia, while driving off the cattle of Geryones.

After the Abduction of Kore, the myth goes on to recount, Demeter being unable to find her daughter, kindled torches in the craters of Mt Aitna [Mount Etna], and visited many parts of the inhabited world... the inhabitants of Sikelai, since by reason of the intimate relationship with Demeter and Kore with them they were the first to share in the corn after its discovery, instituted each one of the goddesses sacrifices and festive gatherings, which they named after them, and by the time chosen for these made acknowledgment of the gifts which had been conferred upon them. In the case of Kore, for example, they established the celebration of her return at about the time when the fruit of the corn was found to come to maturity, and they celebrate this sacrifice and festive gathering with such strictness of observance and zeal as we should reasonably expect those men to show who are returning thanks for having been selected before all mankind for the greatest possible gift...

That the Abduction of Kore took place in the manner we have described is attested by many ancient poets and historians. Karkinos the tragic poet, for instance, who often visited Syrakousa, and witnessed the zeal which the inhabitants displayed in the sacrifices and festive gatherings for both Demeter and Kore, has the following verses in his writings:

"Demeter's daughter, her whom none may name, by scheming secret Plouton, men say, stole, and then he dropped into earth's depths, whose light is darkness. Longing for the vanished girl her mother searched and visited all lands in turn. And Sikelia's land by Aitna's crags was filled with streams of fire which no man could approach, and groaned throughout its length, in grief over the maiden now the folk, beloved of Zeus, was perishing without the corn. Hence honour they these goddesses even now.""

[1] The lake in these meadows and reputed site of Persephone's abduction is now encircled by a racing track, the Autodroma di Pergusa. There is not much 'untouched' nature left. In the area of Lake Pergusa, you can find an archeological site known as Cozzo Matrice. This site houses the ruins of an old fortified village, walls constructed around the 9th millennium BC, a sacred citadel, a necropolis and the remains of an ancient temple dedicated to Demeter, dating back more than 2,000 years.

[2] More on Kyane here.

[annabawritersdream]

Haradrim OCs: The Lady of Ithilien

Abrazân

DOB:

DOB:

Pasha (Grand Vizier) and Nûlbahar Sultan's husband.

Fancast: Okan Yalabik

Mahpeyker

DOB:

DOD:

Eledhwen's sister-in-law. Title: Hanimsultan

Fancast: Naomi Scott

Ahmir

DOB:

DOD:

Hadadrim lord (Sultanzade) and Mahpeyker's older brother. He secretly marries Eledhwen, sister of Elarien and daughter of Halbarad.

Fancast: Ekin Koç

Seniya

Birth: TA 2985

Place of Birth: Umbar

Information: she's the only daughter of a powerful lord. Title: Hanimsultan

She's widowed and travels to Gondor to seek help as all of her wealth has been confiscated following the death of her husband and is invited to court as a guest. She falls in love with the Lord Steward Faramir—who's also a widower—and the two of them strike up a friendship which may or may not develop into something more meaningful. Things will get more complicated when Faramir marries Finduilas of Lamedon and has a child (possibly more) with her.

Fancast: Tuba Büyüküstün

Selim

Birth: FoA 10

Place of Birth: Umbar

Information: he's the only son of Seniya Hanimsultan. His title is Sultanzade. A rambunctious, curious and happy child, he eventually becomes Elboron's best friend and right-hand man.

Fancast (child): Yusuf Berkan Demirbağ

Fancast (Adult): Serkan Çayoğlu

Note: Hanimsultan and Sultanzade are titles which date back to the Ottoman Empire. Hanimsultan was a title which was given to daughters of Ottoman princesses (Sultanas), while Sultanzade was the title bestowed upon sons born to Ottoman princesses. Though they are the same as their historical equivalents, they carry a vastly different meaning in my story. They are in fact courtesy titles and have no real value in Gondor. As such, Seniya will simply be addressed as "lady" (my lady) and Selim will be a lord (my lord)

Mereida

Elenna's Haradrim maid.

Fancast: Leyla Tanlar

Aainah

DOB: Late Third Age

DOD:

Servant to Nûlbahar Sultan.

Fancast: Firuze Gamze Aksu

Ayşa

DOB:

DOD:

Haradrim Princess. Nûlbahar's younger half-sister and sister to Şehzade Orhan.

(Ayşa Sultan=> title in conversation: Sultana)

Fancast: Ece Güzel

Şehzade Orhan

DOB:

DOD:

Prince of [insert name of land or province]. He meets Faelivrin of Ithilien as a child and falls in love with her. The feeling is reciprocated and the two of them eventually marry. Upon the death of his father, Orhan becomes Sultan and, in addition to elevating Fae to Haseki Sultan (Chief Consort), he legally marries her as well.

Fancast: Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu

(Fae and Orhan's story will be one of the main storylines in The Handmaiden and the Prince)

Sarim

DOB:

DOD:

Main attendant to Şehzade Orhan.

Fancast: Engin Öztürk

Nûlbahar

DOB:

DOD:

Haradrim Princess of Númenórean/Adûnaic descent. Half-sister to Şehzade Orhan and Ayşa Sultan.

She spends some time in Minas Tirith as her father sends her there to learn Gondorian customs. She shuttles from Minas Tirith to Umbar and becomes friends with Enna. She's invited to Eönwë and Enna's wedding and the two girls correspond regularly.

Title: Sultana

Fancast: ? (teenager)

Nur Fettahoğlu (adult)

Nîlubên

DOB:

DOD:

Cousin to Nûlbahar and wife to Elerion.

Title: Sultana

Fancast: Leyla Feray

[dawn-of-worlds]

Riders and Steeds

Siarruk turn 9: 5 (leftover) + 1 (non-hoarding bonus) + 8 (roll) = 14 pts

Humans - travellers along the coast, exiles from the jungles of the Cardinal River, and intrepid explorers - have of late settled in the maze-lands of the southern continent. Their lives there are rough and short; the land is bereft of the cover they have learned to rely on, and food is hard to come by here. Sorrow and toil dominate their days.

Siarruk takes pity on these itinerant fools, and blesses one of their number, an expectant mother. Her child will be born with silver hair, a clear mark of greatness, the wisdom of youth in a young body; they name her Mpaden, Moon-Seeker.

Create Avatar: 7 pts

Mpaden shows great facility with the beasts of the maze-lands, charming turtles into her arms, and as she grows an idea sets into her head: she will tame the greatest beasts of all, and banish the fear from her people's hearts.

The monsters of the maze-lands, longmeer, are feared by the unprotected humans for their size and strength. Their crocodilian bodies and strong legs move swiftly over the tops of the ravines, while their meter-long necks and mouths full of teeth reach down into the brambles to pluck berries, eggs, and animals as large as young boars. They are viciously reactive and suspicious of newcomers, and are named also the killers of huntsmen. When Mpaden set out into the brush to tame a longmeer, her clan holds a funeral for her; her father whips himself with a braid of silver to mourn her foolishness.

Mpaden seeks out a mother longmeer in her nest, and at first is chased away, but she will not relent. Making camp in the barrens, she discovers a turtle in her bedroll, and spears it to death. She smears its blood and flesh on her body, and when she enters the nest the longmeer does not kill her, but licks the meat from her skin. She spends the night in its den, and leaves the next morning with two eggs cradled in her arms.

Command Avatar (Create Subrace): 2 pts

Mpaden raises the young longmeer from the egg, and they grow to follow her without question. The bonded pair of beasts become her mounts as she unites the clans of the maze-lands. Named Unna and Enna, they are the first of many, and Mpaden's people use their new mastery of longmeer to great advantage. In her middle age, Mpaden herself leads a band of raiders north, where they take treasures from the clans which once exiled her ancestors; but in the battle she is struck down by a stray spear. Her body is pinned to Unna's back, who bears her uncomplainingly home.

Her people prepare a great funeral for their founder, but Unna will not allow her body to be removed. When her father approaches, furious in grief, silver whip in hand, Mpaden's lifeless body raises an arm to take it from him - and Unna and Enna trot off into the night.

The Moon-Seeker remains a rider in the night. She becomes a legend among the longmeer-people, who are named the Denni. In moonlight she can be seen roaming the earth, always far from the road, but her eternal mounts' steps are sure. With a whip of silver hair she chastises poachers and despoilers, but a few claim to have met her in the wilderness and been invited to ride beside her on Enna. These few invariably return changed, gifted with the tongues of beasts.

Advance Civilization: 5 pts

In the next hundred years, the Denni set themselves apart not only as raiders of the jungle-peoples but as consummate scouts and survivors on meerback. They forge new trade routes on the continent they learn to call Akhon, from the maze-lands and the southernmost peninsula to the Cursed Sea. In time they come to regard themselves as separate from island- and tree-borne humanity; they are generally shorter and squatter, with their close bonds with the longmeer, practice of self-flagellation and blood baptism, and skill with necromancy setting them apart.

Siarruk has 0 points remaining.

[hedgiwithapen]

Isi and Garric are going to meet Isi's mother, the people speaking Queen of Kildrenree

Putting a fancy hat on Jok was rapidly becoming a more desirable option. Geric's fingers were ink stained as much as Isi's were, from jotting down notes and then going over them together, often with Talone, Finn, Enna, or old Odaccar to give their thoughts. Then the whole mess had to be copied again. They might have left the work to scribes, but Isi hadn't wanted to let on to palace gossip how nervous the upcoming  Royal visit was making them. 

Her mother would arrive in a day's time, taking the new Forest Road that cut through the mountains, making a many-months long journey into a scant handful of weeks. Messengers had come riding ahead on horses both familiar and foreign to her, bearing letters in her mother's hand.  Of course, with the alliance so recently forged, and with all the drama that had surrounded it, and then the war with Tira, it was necessary for her mother to visit the new King and Queen of Bayern. There was nothing sinister in a mother wishing to see her daughter's home, in a queen wanting to be certain that an alliance so tentative was on solid footing. Most of the Palace, and Geric's council, hadn't batted an eye at  the arrangement of the visit. 

Isi and Geric were still ill at ease. 

"We have the maps," she said, finding her voice in time to stop her husband's pacing. "We can give up a mile or two at the border without displacing anyone, and let her talk us into another five before it'll get hard for the people at Riversfoot." That her mother would use her power to convince them to sacrifice land was a given, Isi remembered how unhappy the Queen had been about the narrow patch of mountain and wood Bayern had left Kildenree.  "As long as we stick to the scripts, we should be alright..."

"It's not the land I'm worried about, Geric said, quietly. 

"Why not? It is your land, after all, and my mother should have no claim on it, after--"

"I know," he said, sinking onto the edge of their bed. "I know I should be worried about that, but--"

"Then what?" Isi asked, putting her hand on his knee. 

"You so rarely speak of your childhood. You know a double dozen of my stories, but everything I know of your mother...I don't want her putting... putting poison in my ear about you." His dark eyes, bright as a bird's, held on her face. "I don't want her to speak badly of you. I don't want to believe it even for a moment. But I don't know if I can keep my mind."

"You can," Isi said, quiet. "I know you, Geric."

"You knew me as a fool who believed ..." he stopped. Neither of them ever spoke the traitor's name.

"You didn't know not to," Isi insisted. "My mother has practice, true, but she won't have malice, either. We'll be fine."

"And we're sure it's not too late to run away to the Forest?" 

"Unfortunately. Now, we need to finish this, in case she starts talking about succession crises." Isi hefted another sheet of parchment with talking points written on it.

Geric heaved to his feet with a dramatic groan. "Your mother is the fool, and I am the luckier for it," he said, bending so his chin rested on her shoulder. "You make the finest queen anywhere on the continent has ever had."

Isi laughed.

[la-sopa]

Rare picture of Ferus Olin & Roan Lands

[mysteriawrites]

Matchup for @sea-side-spectre

Hihi thx for the request. You were a bit harder to match had to think on it for a bit because I had two really good choices, but wasn’t sure which was better until I thought on it for awhile. So your matchup is…DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

REN ZOTTO!!!

(Honestly it was a huge tie between him and Enna Alouette, but I made em wrestlesanji over you and he won (aka i remembered that Enna was afraid if the ocean and realized that it probably wasn’t gonna work lol)

You and Ren kinda just feel right. You both have an appreciation for life and the outdoors, are a little quirky, and overall easy going and goofy. You two would have a lot of fun together.

You guys met at the beach on a clear night. You were a merperson attending Iluna Institute of the Mystics. You couldn’t sleep that night, so you decided to go outside for some air and maybe a swim.

You were enjoying the moon and stars when you noticed a particularly strange looking star. It was shone very brightly, was green, and headed right towards you? In a flash if light the “star” rushed past you over head and crashed on the shore line.

You swam to back to land to investigate and discovered that the star was actually a space ship. You got closer, the eerie silence insisting you turn back, but your curiosity got the best if you. Suddenly the door popped open and a paid of strange blue eyes peered back at you. The figure slinked out from inside and there stood a tall man with horns, fangs, claws, a tail, …and no clothes.

You tried to back away slowly so he could turn and run, but the man pounced on you. He he stared at you for a moment as you trembled in fear too scared to scream. He brought his face real close and…he smiled? He introduced himself as Ren Zotto with such an innocent puppy smile and said how excited he was to meet an earthling in person.

Before you could say anything the staff had arrived and saw you guys’ compromising position. Oh boy did you have some explaining to do, although you weren’t quite sure what the explanation was yourself.

Fast forward after finding out Ren is an alien prince and destroyer of worlds who wanted to see what life on earth was like and enrolling him in a Iluna. Ever since you guys met Ren had clung to you like a lost puppy. He wasn’t very shy, but since you were the first person he met he was very attached to you whether you liked it or not. Always saying hi to you in the halls, sitting next to you in class and at lunch, even following you back to your dorm (you had to explain to him that he couldn’t live in your dorm).

Because of how attached he was to you the school had assigned you to help him get settled and aquatinted. You taught him all the things about earth and it kinda reminded you if yourself when you first came to land. You guys became very close and went to all kinds of places together like the aquarium, the movie theater, the zoo, and the beach. He seemed particularly fond of the ocean like and you so you taught him everything you knew.

Lately though Ren had been acting strange: getting lunch for you, being very snuggly, purring, and singing you songs in his language (animal crossing-). You learned from Kyo Kaneko and Aster Arcadia, Ren’s roommates (cause i said so) that apparently Ren had grown to have affections for you, so he was exhibiting the courting rituals of his people.

You ended up avoiding him for awhile after getting this information in an attempt to process your own feelings. Ren became very sad after that, and it killed you to see him like that, but you wanted to find the best way to respond to his feelings.

Once you came to terms with everything you invited Ren to your room. You told him you’d agree to go out with him, but also explained to him how courting on earth worked differently. So you compromised and decided to combine rituals between merperson, alien, and human.

And from then on you two were dating. It’s a bit of new territory for him cause he’s never had a “mate” before so you do have to take the lead a bit, but overall he’s a very good boyfriend.

Although Ren is pretty playful and easy going he cane keep you grounded when needed. He compliments you in everything you do and he treats your gifts with precious care. He loves it when you show him tons of earth movies on your dates and when you teach him about the ocean.

You encourage him and his love for music and teach him about the ways of earth. You enjoy going on walks outside together and enjoying nature, and he promised to take you to him home planet one day.

Very silly goofy relationship that’s filled with chill vibes and positivity.

This was a really hard one. There were a lot if good contenders, but none that real fit right. Only one that felt right were Ren and Enna. (Ps i finally hear the fuck boy laugh after watching Ren complications for research)

Runners Up: Enna Alouette, Alban Knox, Selen Tatsuki, Vox Akuma

Disclaimer for anyone else reading this: all of my nijien writing and fics are fictional and don’t pertain at all to the streamers behind the model. Please respect them and others in the community thank you.

[sxii-mafu]

Yandere girlfriend// Elira Pendora x fem reader

Mentions of murder not directed but it's implied

In the realm where the sun caressed the earth with its gentle warmth, there lived a celestial being named Elira Pendora. She was a sky dragon, a radiant figure with eyes like shimmering aquamarine and hair as soft as the clouds, adorned with ethereal white streaks. Her kind-hearted nature was known far and wide, and her presence was like a soothing breeze on the sunniest of days.

Yet, amidst the tranquility of her world, there existed a shadowy enigma named Y/N L/N. With obsidian hair and eyes that burned like crimson embers, Y/N was a mystery to all who encountered her. Her demeanor was shrouded in secrets, and her love for Elira was an all-consuming fire that left her with no room for rivals.

One by one, Y/N's rivals began to disappear, their names forever lost to the wind. Reimu, Enna, Pomu, Meloco, and Kotoka, they all fell silent, their fates sealed by the hand of their unseen adversary. Y/N was willing to do anything to ensure her love for Elira remained unchallenged, and she took meticulous care to hide all evidence of her sinister deeds.

Elira could not remain oblivious to the strange occurrences around her. Whispers of missing friends and acquaintances reached her ears, and an unsettling feeling gnawed at her heart. Despite the fear that crept into her mind, she chose to confront Y/N.

"Y/N," Elira said, her voice trembling slightly, "there is something amiss here. Friends have vanished without a trace, and I can't ignore it any longer."

Y/N, her eyes dark and unreadable, replied, "My dearest Elira, you need not concern yourself with such trifles. I will protect you, no matter the cost."

Elira's heart wavered as she gazed into Y/N's intense crimson eyes. She knew Y/N was capable of unimaginable things, but the depth of her love was undeniable. It was a love that bordered on obsession, and Elira had a choice to make.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Elira made her decision. She chose to stay with Y/N, for she saw something in her lover that no one else could comprehend—a love that transcended reason and sanity.

"You terrify me, Y/N," Elira admitted, tears glistening in her eyes. "But your love for me is unmatched, and I cannot turn my back on it."

Y/N's face softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in her otherwise stoic demeanor. She embraced Elira tightly, promising to protect her at all costs.

In the realm where the sun met the sky, Elira and Y/N's love defied the boundaries of reason. Y/N's possessive attributes continued to cast a shadow over their relationship, but Elira's unwavering kindness and receptiveness became a guiding light for them both.

Together, they navigated the complexities of their love, their hearts forever entwined in a tale of possession and devotion. And in the end, it was the intensity of their love that illuminated even the darkest corners of their souls, proving that love, no matter how twisted, could find its place in the heavens.

As the sun continued its eternal journey, so did the love of Elira Pendora and Y/N L/N, a love that burned as brightly as the sun itself, unyielding and forever bound by fate.

[deiliamedlini]

Okay. I have thought about this long enough and since I don't do very well at coming up with requests I'll just send you an idea that I have written down and don't know what I was trying to do with it. "Zelda's mother is imprisoned demon"

Congrats on 400!

Lou........ what on earth is this prompt 😂 I did my best LOL!! <3 Thank you for tossing it to me!

I went with SS Zelda here, and you can read this on Ao3 instead!!

"My mother is dead!" 

"You'd like to think that," Demise cooed to Zelda, his finger tipping her chin up tauntingly before she could snap it away. He haunted her dreams for thousands of years while she waited in her amber stasis. Night after night, his presence loomed all around her. Tonight, she'd given in. 

"I don't need to think anything!" Zelda whipped her head defiantly, her bangs falling into her eyes. "My father is no liar." 

"Oh, but he is. He has you fooled. He sought to conceal his mortal folly, his arduous affair. But mistakes are unhidden after time passes over them. Have you never wondered why you were chosen as the reincarnation of Hylia? Why now? Why your body? Magic runs strong in these lands, and I am not the only demon." 

"You're saying my mother is a demon?" she scoffed, crossing her arms as she floated in the nothingness of slumber. 

"I'm saying she's my demon. I'm saying I control her, and I always have. And your precious Link keeps trying to kill her true form." 

"What?" 

"Did you think The Imprisoned was me?" he laughed. "You're naïve and you only see what you wish to see. The Imprisoned charges towards you, Zelda. Not towards Link, not Impa, not the temple. She follows you. Her human form has long since died out, and her soul remains in the beast. She's so good to me, serving faithfully to try endlessly to reach you until your Link seals her away again. But she's too strong to be held back for long. How many more times can the Hero cast her away before she learns all his tricks and outsmarts him? How long until her demon strength outlasts his mortal strength and he is defeated through exhaustion alone?" 

"You're a liar, and a coward. Trying to instill fear because you know Link will defeat you."

Demise shrugged. "If that's what you wish to believe. But I could call her here. She could tell you herself."

Zelda hesitated. The promise of seeing her mother for the first time was enticing, so so enticing.  

"I can see you wish for it. Come, Enna." 

"Enna," Zelda whispered, the name she'd heard her father speak of so often. The woman with raven hair that he'd described to her, piercing blue eyes he'd reminisced over. That woman stood before her, looking far more like Zelda than she'd ever imagined possible.

"Darling," she said with a smile. "I've watched you from my own slumber. But to see you now? Beautiful and grown? You are stunning." 

"I look like you," Zelda said dumbly. "Father misses you. I... miss you." 

The words came out before she could stop them. Before she could notice the eerie similarity in the way her hair fell down her back in layers to the scales of the Imprisoned. The whiteness of her skin the contrast that the beast bore between shades. 

"I miss you too, Zelda. I'm so proud of you." 

"You are?" 

"Of course." 

Zelda glanced at Demise. He was watching expressionlessly, unreadable in all ways. 

"My mother is dead," Zelda repeated, looking away so she didn't have to stare down the eyes that were so identical to her own. "Wake up, Zelda!" 

"I'm right here. Give me your hand, let me show you." 

"No!" 

"Give me your strength, Zelda. I need you. Now more than ever. We can be mother and daughter again." 

Zelda tried to move away, but in the vast nothingness of slumber, there was nowhere to go. 

"Please! Now!" her mother cried, her arm extended. 

It took everything in Zelda not to reach for her. 

And when her mother let out a screech, Zelda watched in horror as her form melted away into the false sky. 

"A pity," Demise said, watching. "Your boy killed her. Remember who tried to bring back your family, and who destroyed it." 

"Who is 'my boy'?" 

And then, just then, the darkness began to crack and shatter and light spewed in until she was engulfed in it. 

And Link stood before her, smiling. 

[ukdamo]

A Trip to Agrigento

Peppino

An early morning on a midwinter’s day

I waited for the bus down in Giammoro

Taking me all the way to Agrigento

To see the feast of almond trees in bloom

Passengers were mostly retirees

Picked-up from Barcelona to Messina

A young man joined us at Spadafora

Sitting down in the seat right next to mine.

He kept a serious face throughout the trip

Didn’t say a word till reaching Taormina

Suddenly he turned in my direction:

“My name is Matthew, what is your name?”

He kept on talking, some words were indistinct,

About his family, twelve years in Milano,

His return to Sicily, his job three days a week,

“Right, right,” would follow every date

My head was turned away towards the window

Watching changing shapes of my Trinacria

As verdant citrus groves south of Catania

Turned into barren hills approaching Enna

Wheat and hay with green covered the soil

The hills appeared like cleanly-shaven heads

Abandoned homes, scattered through the land,

Reminded me of Sikels and of Greeks

Matthew was still talking, “Right, right,”

I kept on watching Sicily from the window

Road sign read: you are in Caltanissetta

“At ten we’ll be in Agrigento, right, right.”

Coming back we stopped outside the city

To visit Pirandello’s resting place

We saw the old pine tree, by lightening struck

The rock his cremated body holds inside

Of his native home we explored the rooms

With the reverence reserved for a shrine

Matthew kept on saying: “Pirandello, Luigi,”

Dates of his birth and of his death, “Right, right.”

At Spadafora, he bid farewell to all

To each one gave thanks and said goodbye

He walked through the aisle of the old bus

To announce the future journeys in his plan

Then he turned to me to bid farewell,

“We are friends,” he said, “right, right?”

“Right, right,” unwittingly I replied

He waved at me and smiled 

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Of Princes and Witches (Rewrite) Chapter 10- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: Alphine sees an unlikely friend while in Fangorn Forest with the three hunters.

Word Count: 2.1k

“Aragorn, look,” Alphine pointed at a set of tracks in the ground of Fangorn Forest as they took a moment to rest. They hadn’t traveled too far into the forest thus far, but it was deep enough that the boys wished to stay close. The Man followed her gaze and crouched down to examine it. 

“These are strange tracks,” he muttered. Gimli, who leaned against a medium sized rock, huffed. 

“The air is so close in here,” he complained. 

“This forest is old,” Legolas muttered, disregarding the Dwarf’s words. “Very old. Full of memory…and anger.” The quartet paused when they heard a deep groaning, then Gimli lifted his axe, which only increased the noise. Legolas looked around. 

“The trees are speaking to each other,” he informed the others. 

“Gimli, lower your axe,” Alphine demanded, coming to the realization that axes and trees didn’t often mix well. Gimli understood after she said that, and he did as she said. Legolas couldn’t help but smile as he faced the Dwarf. 

“They have feelings, my friend,” he said. “The Elves began it. Waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.” 

“Talking trees,” the Dwarf scoffed. “What do trees have to talk about? Except the consistency of squirrel droppings.” The Witch rolled her eyes at his ignorance, but decided against responding as Legolas spoke once again. 

“Aragorn, nad no ennas (something’s out there).” 

“Man cenich (What do you see)?” The Man responded worriedly. Legolas didn’t answer at first, instead moving his gaze back to the forest. He stared at it intently. 

“The White Wizard approaches.” Immediately everyone was on the defense, lifting their designated weapons ready to attack. 

“Do not let him speak,” Aragorn warned them. “He will put a spell on us. We must be quick.” Alphine moved to stand between Gimli and Legolas, hands at the ready and spell manifesting between her fingers. They turned quickly and were met with a brilliant and almost blinding white light. Gimli threw his axe at the figure, but it was deflected, as was Legolas’ arrow when he shot it. Alphine cast a spell at him, but had to quickly duck when it ricocheted off the figure’s staff. Aragorn didn’t even have time to attack before his sword turned red hot and he was forced to drop it. 

“You are tracking the footsteps of two young Hobbits,” the figure spoke in a deep voice similar to Saruman’s. 

“Where are they?” Alphine questioned, voice firm and defensive. 

“They passed this way the day before yesterday,” the voice answered. “They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?” 

“Who are you?” Aragorn asked in the same tone as the Witch. “Show yourself!” The figure did as he said and stepped out of the white light. Alphine’s eyes widened as they landed on none other than Gandalf. He was dressed in white robes and held a white staff rather than his old gray clothes and brown staff. 

“It cannot be,” Aragorn muttered in shock. All of them were surprised by the Wizard’s appearance, but Legolas was quick to recover. 

“Forgive me,” he said as he bowed down, Gimli following his movements. “I mistook you for Saruman.” 

“I am Saruman,” the Wizard answered. “Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.” The Witch could do little more than shake her head as she stared at him. 

“You fell,” she said in disbelief, which caught his attention. He offered her a comforting smile as he responded. 

“Through fire…and water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak… I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last I threw down my enemy…and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I’ve been sent back until my task is done,” he concluded. 

“Gandalf,” Alphine muttered softly as she moved closer to him. 

“Gandalf?” The Wizard repeated both looking and sounding curious, then realization struck him and he smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Yes, that is what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name. I am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.” 

With that he began leading them through the forest. Alphine, as usual, was beside Legolas, though she remained close to her old friend. Gandalf didn’t seem to mind, having understood her wishes given her history with Gandalf the Gray. 

“One stage of your journey is over,” the Wizard spoke after several minutes. “Another begins. We must travel to Edoras with all speed.” 

“Edoras?” Repeated Gimli. “That is no short distance!” 

“We hear of trouble in Rohan,” Aragorn spoke as everyone sort of simultaneously ignored the Dwarf. “It goes ill with the King.” 

“Yes, and it will not be easily cured,” Gandalf agreed. 

“Then we have run all this way for nothing? Are we to leave those poor Hobbits here in this horrid, dark, dank tree infested-” he paused when groans rang through the forest, then quickly corrected himself. “I mean, charming...quite charming forest.

“It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn,” Gandalf explained, almost amusedly. A great power has been sleeping here for many long years. The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones…that starts an avalanche in the mountains.”

“One thing you have not changed, dear friend,” Aragorn started, making the Wizard look at him curiously. “You still speak in riddles.” That made the two of them plus Alphine laugh. It felt good to laugh again after all the turmoil they’d faced thus far. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Legolas smile at her before grabbing her hand, giving it a small squeeze. This time it wasn’t one of comfort or sympathy, but of content. 

“A thing is about to happen that has not happened since the Elder Days,” the Wizard continued. “The Ents are going to wake up, and find that they are strong.”

“Strong?” Gimli questioned incredulously, earning another groan from the trees. “Oh, that’s good.” 

“So stop your fretting, Master Dwarf. Merry and Pippin are quite safe. In fact, they are far safer than you are about to be.” 

“This new Gandalf’s more grumpy than the old one,” the Dwarf grumbled as they stepped out of the forest once again. Gandalf whistled a long, high and loud whistle. Just a moment later a great white horse came galloping towards them. Alphine stared at it in awe as it stopped in front of them. 

“That is one of the Mearas,” Legolas muttered, also in awe. “Unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.” Gandalf bowed his head to the horse, which prompted Alphine to do the same thing respectfully, before stroking the horse’s mane. 

“Shadowfax,” he explained. “He is the Lord of all horses, and has been my friend through many dangers.”

They rode well throughout the day and rather deep into the night until they ultimately decided to stop and rest. Alphine helped Gimli build a campfire while Legolas and Aragorn hunted for something to eat. After they all ate everyone sort of split to do their own thing. Gimli fell asleep immediately after eating, Gandalf and Aragorn stepped away to keep watch. Alphine remained seated in her spot, staring at the campfire while lost in thought. 

Merry, Pippin and Gandalf were alive after all, which she was happy about. And yet she couldn’t stop the bitterness that seeped into her heart. Why couldn’t Boromir receive such a gift? He deserved it just as much as them, and yet she was forced to watch him receive a makeshift water burial. He should be here with them. But he wasn’t. 

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard light footsteps trailing up to her. She knew that it was Legolas, and yet she didn’t move until he sat beside her. She turned her head to face him, noting the concerned look on her face. 

“How are you feeling, Alphine?” He asked softly.

“I’m okay,” she answered simply. Legolas wasn’t convinced. 

“And your side?” Her hand subconsciously went to rest on her side, which had been healing slowly during their four day hunt for Uruks. 

“Healing just fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Legolas asked, tilting his head down a bit so he could meet her eyes as her head had lowered. Any resolve she had crumbled at the sincerity in his tone and on his face because she knew that he was worried about her. It wasn’t fair to just shut him out, which is why the tears she’d been attempting to hold back for the last hour finally broke free. The Elf, though initially surprised, quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her close as she cried. 

“It should’ve been me, Legolas,” she whimpered, clinging to him. “I should’ve been the one to die in those damned woods. Not Boromir, me. He died protecting me because I got distracted.” Understanding hit the Elf immediately. So it wasn’t her wound, she was dealing with survivor’s guilt.  

The rest of the Fellowship knew of the bond that Boromir and Alphine had as it had formed back in Lothlorien after that night by the fire pit - though it had been a long time coming with how deeply they both cared for the Hobbits. It only grew from that point as their top priorities became the Hobbits’ safety and comfort. Legolas knew that she was devastated by his untimely death as he felt the same, but he wasn’t aware that it was this bad. 

“Will you please look at me?” He asked softly as he stroked her hair. The girl merely shook her head between sniffles, which made him sigh. 

“Alphine, if there was one thing I got to learn about Boromir, it was that he always managed to think things through. Even in a time of panic or excitement, he somehow always had a clear head. Do you know what that means?” He asked, receiving another shake of her head in response. “It means that stepping in front of you and taking those arrows for you was a conscious decision. And he did it to protect you because he knew that you would have done the same for him. And would you have wanted him to mourn you like this if the roles were reversed? Would you want him to feel the way that you’re feeling right now?” The Witch thought for a moment, considering what she was feeling, then ultimately shook her head. 

“No,” she responded quietly. 

“Exactly. You must remember him as he was, and not what he could have been. His final wish was that you remembered him fondly, and not to cry. And guess what? His sacrifice means that he trusted you.” That last part actually made her scoff quietly, though there was a hint of amusement to it. 

“How is that?” 

“He trusted you to take care of the Hobbits. If he didn’t believe that you could protect them, he would have let those arrows hit you instead.” Alphine mulled over his words carefully, thinking about each point he made. 

“You’re right,” she said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt him press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, which would have made her freeze in place if it hadn’t comforted her more than she cared to admit. After a moment she felt him shift as he pulled something out of his pocket.

“Here, so you may always have a piece of him to remember fondly.” Her brows furrowed as she looked down at his outstretched hand. In his palm sat a steel pin just a little smaller than the leaf pin from Lorien and had the White Tree of Minas Tirith engraved into it. She instantly recognized it as the Gondorian pin that Boromir had fastened to the breast of his tunic. That must’ve been what he picked up before they ‘buried’ Boromir. The sight made her tear up again, though this time they were happy tears. She gingerly reached out and carefully took it from him, rubbing her thumb over the tree before looking at him. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, pulling him into a hug. 

“Of course. Anything I can do to offer you aid, I will do,” he responded simply. The Witch was used to it this time, though, so she merely smiled at him. They just sat there for a good long while, with him holding her as she finally dried her tears. Things had been so difficult for them thus far, so it was nice for them to have this quiet moment together.