#minasel

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

I missed my babies and since my art style has changed… time for a redesign

[pourmoredrink]

Where do we met..

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[lathalea]

Her First Word

Summary: Lots of cuteness and family fluff. Erebor has been reclaimed and everyone is living happily ever after. That includes Kíli, his wife Tauriel, and their adorable baby daughter. One day the young proud father takes his parenting duties quite seriously... what could possibly go wrong? ;)

Rating: G

This work is a gift to the wonderful @deathlikessodaandpizza​. We’ve missed you and we’re happy you’re back! 💙💙💙 Kili and Tauriel’s daughter Minasel is @deathlikessodaandpizza​‘s OC in “Children of Middle Earth” (check it out on AO3!).

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That morning Kili embarked on the toughest endeavour of his life. It was even more difficult than the quest for Erebor itself, but he wouldn’t give up. He was a warrior and his Uncle had taught him that warriors don’t quit. Together with his kin, he faced the dragon and then they defeated the armies of orcs and wargs. It was a perilous battle, but they survived and reclaimed their homeland. Afterwards, he won both the heart and the hand of the woman he loved. 

Sitting on his comfortable bed in his own bedchamber, he reminded himself that if he could achieve such great deeds, he could surely succeed now, no matter how hard it was. He took a deep breath, adjusted the pillow behind his back and looked at the smiling baby in his arms.

“Say adad*,” Kili tried for probably the thousandth time that morning, a spark of hope still dancing in his eyes.

“A… a… a!” replied his daughter with enthusiasm, giggling and squinting her own eyes of exactly the same color as his, dark brown, darker than the bark of an oak on a winter evening. 

“No, no. Let’s try again: a-dad,” he repeated slowly in Khuzdul. 

Little Minasel giggled again, wiggling in his arms. She started waving her little hands up and down in excitement, and repeated, “A… a… a!”

And then she tried to poke his nose. It was clearly a game to her. But Kili wouldn’t give up that easily.

He took her chubby little palm in his hand and kissed it.

“Yes, I am your daddy. Adad. That’s how you say it. Say adad. You can do it, my little squirrel! ”

“Are you calling our child names again?” a female voice sounded from underneath the thick blanket beside him.

“Have we woken you up, Amrâlimê?” Kili turned to the unmoving shape on the bed. A grunt was the only response he received.

“Ba-ah!” decided Minasel.

“Yes, we have!” he explained to his daughter with a wide smile, rocking her in his arms. “We were very naughty, and we have woken up Mommy.”

His little daughter chuckled and reached out towards the blanket shaped like her mother. “Yes, there she is, your amad. But I am your adad. Will you say adad so that Mommy can see what a smart little pebble you are?”

The blanket emitted another grunt, but didn’t move.

“Zaaa!” Minasel stared at it, clearly puzzled, her whole chubby body stretching out towards it, her arm too short to reach it.

“Allright, we will see what’s hiding under the blanket. Is it Mommy or a dragon?”

“Or both,” the blanket grunted and Kili could have sworn that a barely audible chuckle accompanied these words.

As soon as he lifted the edge of the blanket, a pointy-eared creature lunged towards him, snatching his defenseless daughter from his arms and roaring triumphantly.

“I have you now!” Tauriel exclaimed, lifting Minasel into the air only to peck the tip of her round nose a moment after. Long strands of her hair intertwined with her daughter’s unruly curls of the same color, red as a summer coat of a squirrel.

Hearing their giggles, Kili felt warmth spreading in his chest and wanted to join their embrace, but he recalled his mission. He would not give up.

“Oh no! A dragon kidnapped my beloved daughter!” Kili lamented theatrically. “But if you call your adad, he will come to your rescue!” he addressed his daughter, putting the emphasis on the most important word. 

“Gaaaaa!” Minasel clapped her hands and squealed in joy.

“She clearly does not want to be rescued,” Tauriel replied with a mock frown with a mischievous glint in her eye and turned her attention back to her little treasure. “Minasel likes to be with her nana*, isn’t it right, my wildflower? We are having so much fun! You,” Tauriel put her finger on her daughter’s nose, “and me, your nana,” she spoke slowly, taking her daughter’s tiny hand into her and putting it on her own nose. 

This was enough to make Minasel enjoy the new game and she started exploring her mother’s face only to grab a braid at her temple. Kili chuckled. That was Tauriel’s dwarven marriage braid, similar to the one he wore in his hair. He still remembered the horror on Uncle Thorin’s and King Thranduil’s faces when he presented his bride to them during an official meeting of the two cantankerous rulers. 

His and Tauriel’s secret marriage was the cleverest thing he has ever done! When the gazes of both kings met, their brows furrowed, he understood what an impossible feat he’d achieved: they finally agreed on something! So what if it pertained to him marrying Tauriel, an union of an elf and a dwarf that no one had ever heard of. Besides, his lovely wife’s belly was already a bit on the round side. It was definitely something to be proud of, no matter if he had to withstand Fili’s pointed looks for a fortnight afterwards. The bottom line was, both Uncle Thorin and King Thranduil had to swallow that frog and acknowledge their marriage.

And now he had his beloved wife and daughter by his side, both of them enjoying their closeness, giggling together, while he… Well, he had a mission to accomplish.

“Ri! Ri! Ri!” Minasel informed her parents.

“Ori is going to visit you tomorrow, sweetling,” he sat closer to his wife, letting her rest against his shoulder. The young dwarf was a frequent visitor at their home, spoiling their daughter with new games, toys and treats since she arrived into the world. Kili looked at her happy face and admitted to himself that he couldn’t blame him. “Until then, you will have plenty of fun with your adad and amad,” he continued.

“Your daddy wanted to say: nana and ada,” Tauriel teased with a grin, using the elvish words instead of their Khuzdul equivalents.

Now on Tauriel’s lap, Minasel blinked, looked at her father, then at her mother, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

No sound came out.

“I think she wanted to say adad,” Kili whispered to his wife.

“Nana. She was about to say nana,” Tauriel corrected him with a grin. “Isn’t it, cupcake?” She asked her baby daughter. There was no reply, only that intent stare.

“It was adad,” he was sure of it.

“Nana. It is easier to pronounce, you know,” Tauriel pecked him on his cheek and lovingly ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Or maybe you’d like to try something harder? How about: My daddy is the handsomest dwarf in the world?”

Kili couldn’t help himself and stole a quick kiss from his wife. “Or My mommy is the most beautiful Elf-maid under the starry skies of Arda?” Another peck followed.

Minasel tilted her head slightly. Clearly her parents were playing some unknown game. She decided it was time to try again. A deep breath, and she was ready. She could make it! She remembered the word! It was on the tip of her tongue!

“Zaaaa…. gaaa…. rî!” said Minasel and giggled proudly. She did it! She finally did it!

And then Kili started laughing. He laughed so much that he almost forgot to breathe, taking his little gem into his arms and kissing her forehead.

“My little warrior of a girl! Just like her Mommy!” he exclaimed with pride.

“Zagarî*?” Tauriel pronounced the Khuzdul word carefully. “What did she just say?”

“Sword, she sort of said... sword,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Must have heard it from Uncle or Dwalin!”

“Perfect!” Tauriel beamed, “Now we know what we are going to give her when she comes of age!” she turned to her little one. Laughing, the girl wrapped her tiny fingers around her mother’s index finger. It was a good, strong grip. 

“Adad and nana will give you the best zagarî in Rhovanion!” Tauriel explained to her daughter with tenderness in her voice.

“A… a… a!” agreed Minasel, stretching her arms out to her parents.

In that moment, while embracing the two most important women in his life, Kili decided that his mission was accomplished.

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Adad - (Khuzdul) father Amad - (Khuzdul) - mother Ada - (Elvish) daddy Nana - (Elvish) mommy Amrâlimê - my love Zagarî - (Khuzdul) sword

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[cassiabaggins]

Playing Swords

A/N: A little drabble I wrote for @deathlikessodaandpizza ! Hope you all enjoy!

Minasel lowers her practice sword, wiping her brow. Even a half elf can get exhausted from over an hour of drilling in the humid Gondorian air. She walks over to the jug of water left on the benches at the edge of the training ground and takes a long desperate drink. She downs about half of it, before taking the rest and pouring it over head. The cool water runs down her back and she shivers a bit at the contrast from the hot air, shaking herself like a dog. She hears a soft little laugh and straightens up, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes. There's a little boy watching her with wide eyes and a gap toothed smile. He's young, maybe five? Minasel isn't sure, she has difficulty with human aging. He looks familiar, too. She frowns, thinking. Then it dawns on her. He's the young prince of Gondor, Faronion. 

"You're all wet!" He laughs. Minasel smiles at his infectious joy.

"I am."

"Nana gets mad when I get all wet in the fountain," he says. 

"You probably shouldn't get your clothes wet unless you've been training hard all day, like me," she informs him.

Faronion thinks on that, his chubby face screwed up. "So, if I play swords with you, Nana won't be mad that I'm wet?"

Minasel notices he is quite damp, his feet bare and a streak of mud on his cheek. He must have been splashing in the fountain beneath the white tree. She smiles.

"Well, we can certainly try."

Faronion beams from ear to ear. "Yay!"

[alixlestrange]

Ao3 Feed The hobbit (Middle Earth)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kCud7R

by Midnight_Rainstorm

Kili has gone out to drink with friends, but, hours later, and he is still not home. Tauriel is about to go out to get her husband, but comes up with an idea when their daughter, Minasel, offers to help. Now, Minasel is set on a mission to locate her father and bring him home safe and sound.

Words: 4007, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: kiliel - Freeform, Original Character(s), Children of Characters, Drunkenness, Alcohol, One Shot, Drunken Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kCud7R

[userstool]

♡ mina users with french words ♡

@/bonmyoui (+ bonjour = “hello" or "good day") @/myounit (+ bonne nuit = “good night”) @/minanoir (+ noir = “black”) @/myouiture (+ couture = “sewing”) @/myouisse (+ vichyssoise = “soup“) @/myouisou (+ bisou = “kiss”) @/myouiIIe (LL = ii) (+ citrouille = “pumpkin”) @/myouicot (+ coquelicot = “poppy”) (sorry) @/myouiable / myouible (+ inoubliable = “unforgettable”) @/minaousse (+ pamplemousse = “grapefruit”) (mess sorry) @/myouiner (+ peaufiner = “refine”) @/minavoirs (+ voir + [s]) = “see”) @/minatoile (+ étoile = “star”) @/myouichat (+ chat = “cat”) @/myouiere (+ lumière = “light”) @/soleilmina (+ soleil = “sun”) @/minaselle (+ mademoiselle = “miss”) @/minadeux / deuxmina (+ deux = “two”) @/myouisson (+ poisson = “fish”)

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if you use any of these please tell me!

[cassiabaggins]

@deathlikessodaandpizza minasel????

Someone please draw Tauriel and Kili’s cowboy/girl love child. PLEASE.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Children of Middle Earth Chapter 19: Minasel's Final Battle

Its finally here...

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Minasel: yeah, I know people consider my adad good looking, and some have even become his admirers. It doesn’t really bother me any, but some of his “fans” get really possessive at times.

Cut to Minasel, guarding Kili and swinging her sword in front of her, while a group of feral women try to get past her: GET BACK! BACK, I SAY!

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

“You two are adorable.”

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Wanted to draw some Kili with his daughter, Minasel. This was just a little idea I had that, if Kili were alive, he would gift Minasel a dog to help with her anxiety and depression. The dog is a Great Pyrenees, who Minasel names Oblivion, Destroyer of Worlds. Although, the only thing this dog can destroy are the hearts of all that comes across him (and maybe a couple of Kili’s shoes).

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Awwww! I loved this chapter! It’s good to see Minasel getting more into her dwarvish culture! I especially loved how she is learning off of the little ones and how curious they are of her!

MINASEL AND THE FATHERS OF DWARVES PART 6

Minasel belongs to @deathlikessodaandpizza​ !!! Daughter of Kili and Tauriel !

Parar and Jrié belongs to me :)

@deathlikessodaandpizza​ has an amazing story about their Oc so I put the link here if you want to know more about Minasel : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24721435/chapters/59756545

Summary : Minasel, daughter of Kili and Tauriel, is searching for all the Seven Fathers and Seven Mothers of the Dwarves ( all my Os ) in order to be accepter by them.

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5

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Jrié did not leave her alone while they waited for an answer from Dain Ironfoot, King of Erebor. He offered her a bed to sleep in and a place to eat, and above all : “You were raised by and as a Dwarf. Only you know nothing but war and military tactics. How about staying with me during the day? I’ll teach you the secrets of the mines, the history of the stones and everything a Dwarf needs to know to survive in the depths of the Mountains. What do you say ? It’s sad and a pity that you don’t know anything about the beauties underground.“

The half-dwarf accepted with undisguised pleasure! Forbidden to learn anything else that was not related to the battlefield by Lady Dis, she was not going to let the opportunity pass ! Nevertheless, one detail continued to frighten her :

“And Lady Parar ? Aren’t you going to tell her I’m here ?”

Jrié smiled in amusement, chin resting on both hands : "Do you really want me to introduce you to my sweet wife?”

“…No ?”

The dwarf chuckled : “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her until I get the letter.”

“Ok.” answered Minasel, her stomach in knots.

 A week passed, during which every day Minasel found Jrié accompanied by a group of children who were discovering the Underground Kingdom for the first time like her. It was with a tender smile and a touch of jealousy that she listened to the Father of the Firebeards tell the little ones the history of the Dwarves through the engravings, explain how to listen to the stone, take them on his lap and tell them the legends using the lantern and forming shadows with his hands. It was adorable to see all these toddlers running around, asking a billion questions a second, the oversized mining helmets on their round little faces and Jrié answering everything with a calmness and patience that made the scene even cuter. She had never felt so out of place. Seeing the twenty or so children, proud of their first little pickaxe to look for their first stone, showing with childish excitement everything they were digging up to the Father of the Firebeards and thinking that this could have been her childhood. 

“Don’t you want to dig ? “ asked one of the pebble  the first day “Here, i’ll help you !“

The question snapped her out of her thoughts and she didn’t have time to answer, also armed with a pickaxe, as all the children began to dig for her, to help “Milanel”. Still very young, the Elvish language was still difficult for them to articulate and she laughed every time they spelled her name wrong. 

“Stop calling her Milasel ! That’s not her name !“ pouted one of the children to his comrade

“No ! Because that how you say it !”

“No ! It’s Malisel !”

“Menasil !

“Milesal !”

“No ! You are all wrong ! It’s Mi…Mina…Manesel ! Manesil !”

Unwittingly she had become their "tall friend!” and at the end of each excursion they all sat down together to 1) share a snack and 2) share their “treasures!”. Of course, all the children wanted to give “Minanel” their prettiest stone in exchange for her telling about her exploits on the battlefield. One stone, one story, that was the deal.Twenty small children, staring at her with big eyes of wonder and smiles up to their ears, Jrié smoking his pipe behind them, a smile on his lips, this is how each day of the week ended.

Until the long awaited and feared letter arrived. Except that there was not one but two letters !

“One for you, one for me.” smiled Jrié when he showed them to her 

Minasel swallowed with difficulty. The desire to burn the letter a little, the curiosity to see what Dain thought of her project, the fear of what would happen, a lot of emotions and little time. Jrié was already reading his letter.

“You are not reading ?”

“I do !” she replied hurriedly

With a deep breath, she tore off the seal: the writing was hasty, many stains. Obviously Dain had written it just after receiving Jrié’s letter, in surprise and anger. Minasel couldn’t help but smile: Dain went from being angry, berating her for such a project, such an idea, if she had thought about the consequences of her actions, and at the same time he was a little proud of her and her boldness. A very strange mix.

Next to her, Jrié was reading over her shoulder: “A little panicked in your letter too ?”

“What did he say in your ?”

“The truth.” he smiled “You told me the truth.”

“HA !!!” she triumphantly exclaimed

“I have never seen someone with such paradoxical emotions in so few lines. He defends you in it.”

“He is defending me ???”

“Yes. And he also apologises for hiding your existence from us, he begs for us not blaming for your disrespectful behaviour and that the only ones responsible are your parents.“

“My parents ?!”

“If we’re looking for someone to blame, don’t let it be you.”

“Oh.”

“So, are you ready for meeting my Rara ?”

“Right now ????

“Of course now ? Isn’t that what you want  ?”

“Yes ! Yes ! But…” she was not ready to meet Lady Parar. Fear swallowed her stomach and she looked around for a way out. Really Parar was going to plunge her into her fire, rip her face off, crush her bones…no ! Not now ! Later ! Later was fine !

“Does this mean you accept me as Durin’s child?“ she stammered. If it would save her time, she would continue the conversation as long as she could.

The Dwarf’s doe eyes widened in surprise: ”..What do you want me to tell you? It’s not like I have a choice.“

“What ???”

“You are half-Elf, half-Dwarf, descendant of Durin. No one can do anything about it and it would be stupid to turn a blind eye.” he shrugged

The words hurt her more than she expected. He didn’t accept her for who she was. He accepted her because he “had no choice”. Jrie saw the pain on her face and took her hand. Slowly he explained :

 “This situation is complicated, you know. There are many things you don’t know that you were prevented from learning as a Dwarf. A lot of secrets that…that your position makes it difficult to pass on to you. I’ve never met an elf in my life so…in you I see more what isn’t Dwarf than what is Dwarf. But that doesn’t mean I don’t accept you. Certainly probably not in the way you would have liked. You’ve been through a lot and…I feel so sad for you. I understand what you want, I understand what you want to have, believe me.”

He looked sternly into Minasel’s eyes : “ I am on your side. You deserve more than what you have. I will do my best to help you. Oh no don’t cry I’m sorry !”

Kili’s daughter snorted : "I’m not crying…I’m not crying. “ while having tears in her eyes

 Jrie took her in his arms and despite his small size she felt safe, until he paralyzed her with terror when he said : "Save your crying for later, you’ll need it with Rara.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ?”

“You’ll see.”

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As she felt the warmth of the Forges approaching, Jrie’s hand squeezed hers a little tighter. Was it to reassure her or prevent her from running away? Hard to tell. But when they found themselves in front of the Forges, in front of Parar’s forge, just down the steps, she knew : it was to stop her from running, to save her life.

“Can’t we do it tomorrow ?” she whispered in his ear

In response, Jrié looked at her out of the corner of his eye, stopped just at the bottom of the stairs and  : “RARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! I HAVE SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO MEET YOU !!!”

@drippingmoon @shrimpsthings @flowerieta

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Faronion, in full costume: Minasel, why aren’t you wearing a costume?

Minasel, in her regular clothes: I am wearing a costume.

Faronion: oh yeah? Then what are you supposed to be?

Minasel: an orphan.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

📏 for fuyumi and minasel!

📏: How tall are you?

Minasel: I’m 5’4”. It’s honestly frustrating being the height I am. I’m either too tall to be a dwarf, or too short to be an elf. People will pick out anything to comment on.

~

📏: How tall are you?

Fuyumi: I’m 5’2”. I believe I get my height from my biological father, since the parents I grew up with were both fairly tall. I honestly don’t mind though. It just makes the warm hugs Avdol gives me all the more special.

~

Bonus Scene:

Minasel: I haven’t seen you here before. Who are you?

Fuyumi: my names Fuyumi Cho. I am somewhat new to all of this.

Minasel: well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Minasel Durin, Daughter of Kili and Tauriel, at your service.

Fuyumi: the pleasure is all mine, and, my, aren’t you polite! I’m just glad to be involved in all of this.

Minasel: it might be a lot at first, but you will get used to it. Although, just be prepared for when they ask the real personal questions.

Fuyumi: I’m sure I can handle it.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Faronion’s little sister, Aerloth, loves being told stories and loves when they are being acted out right in front of her, but she doesn’t like when Minasel plays damsels or Faronion plays heroes (she’s really picky about that). So, Minasel and Faronion decide the best course of action is to switch places, with Faronion stealing one of his mother’s gowns and Minasel using her father’s coat.

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It’s been awhile since I digitally drew a picture, but my roommate recommended a drawing app to use on my phone and even gave me a couple of styluses for it, so I decided to try it out.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Thank you for tagging me @cassiabaggins !!! Here is the last line from the latest chapter of my fanfic, Children of Middle Earth:

“Trust me, my dear friend, Minasel. This is going to work.”

Tag: @estethell @lathalea @theresonlyzuul @imhereforthefluff @shrimpsthings @star-boy-blue

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

I was tagged by @fanfictiongreenirises 😊❤️

This is from a new wip I’ve literally just started. I just finished the outline and am now writing it out. I’m super duper excited for it because I’ve never written a substantial piece for the 11th Doctor before, I hope I actually finish it

It was snowing. At sea.

I’m tagging @fabulouspotatosister, @kisstherainwriting, @pistachoz, @polliwogboi, and @queerconfusionthings (there’s absolutely no pressure to do this though!!)

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Two amazing moodboards for Minasel and Faronion, created by the lovely @cassiabaggins

They look so good! Thank you! 😭❤️