#quilda

[eunoiaastralwings]

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[eunoiaastralwings]

OMG YEAH - THANK YOU SO SO MUCH

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Glorfindel and OC Quildalótien 🥰

I'm so glad to work on this illustration! It always so nice to draw lovely couples, such a cute emotions

Comm for @eunoiaastralwings 

[sleepycatofshimano]

Ea Quilda || Adar x Reader

fandom ➳ The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022)

word count ➳ 4,357

warnings & tags ➳ Adar/fem!Elf!Reader, Adar/You, Morgoth Bauglir | Melkor, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Prisoner of War, Light Bondage, Dubcon Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Quiet Sex, Enemies, Sensual Play, Blood and Injury, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Biting, Choking, Pretty Boy Privileges, Adar Is Just a Concerned Father

⠀⠀⠀➳ This work is rated 'R'; do not interact if you are under the

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ age of 18.

summary ➳ 'Melkor’s shadowed face, abyssal and barren, had now begun to form flesh in its haze; the face of a pale and sadistic Uruk now took its place.'

Seven days, you have been Adar's Elven prisoner during the siege on Eregion.

When your hunger becomes apparent to the Uruk, he notices your eyes falling greedily upon the crown of Melkor. But what hunger remains without lust? A lust for the desire to satiate a hunger for strength, it exists within this jagged crown and its fallen wearer; and Adar wishes to tend to this desire, for it is not food you yearn for.

All Elvish translations can be found in the Translation Chart at the bottom.

Of all the beauty beneath Lindon’s golden leaves, nothing could have prepared for such a thirst to arise from seeing Melkor’s crown. Arms taut above your head, knees buckling, and tongue like gravel, you stared lifelessly at the abyssal artefact that sat atop a silver platter. The long table was used for the guests of Adar—but when no Orcs were inquiring about the restless siege of Eregion, nor any Elves attempting to step past Adar’s silver boot, it was just the Uruk himself.

He ate alone, most days. Dusk was the loneliest; for Adar, and for you. The moment the sun flitted through the torn getelds and blood-riddled mulch of the Uruk encampment, the Orcs began their duties and chores, preparing to wage war on the Elves across the water. But before the kiss of dawn—before the cries of nearby animals being slaughtered for food, or the chronic suffering of injured Orcs rupturing from the surrounding getelds—Adar sat at his lonely table, feasting amongst himself, as he watched you hang restlessly from your chains.

On this very night, rain fell upon the encampment from the West, and the disquieting groans of the Orcs could be heard throughout the dusk; this seemed to be sending Adar into a pit of frustration, as he only stared at his silver plate with knitted brows and a simple frown.

This was dreadful; watching this Uruk, as he watched you. What of his thoughts? The Orcs were easy to read, and the few times they growled and spat at you, their vile eyes were filled with greed, hate, and war.

Greed, hate, and war. None of these lined his eyes, and war seemed to only take rest in his heart, which you could not see.

‘It is curious. After seven days, you do not look upon this feast. It is elsewhere that fair mind wanders, is it not?’

Adar’s low and smooth tone fell delicately upon your pointed ears, and it was only then that your stomach began to rumble beneath your bare skin. So, you parted your lips to speak to Adar—perhaps for the first time this day—but he raised his pale hand to slowly subdue your inquiry.

‘I wish not to hear word from you, Elf.’ Then, he stood, dragging the wooden chair back as he rocked upon his heels. He stared still at you, black locks falling against his silver-armoured shoulders, as he dragged himself away from the table and towards a leather bedroll; there, a Warg slept soundly, and Adar knelt down to stroke his matted coat of grey fur, keeping it in deep slumber. ‘It is the Ring I wish to speak with.’

The geteld was cold. Adar would leave after his final meal of the day, which only stole further warmth from the ragged cot; it felt like mere luck that he’d stayed tonight. At this realisation, you decided to pronounce your fury: ‘I can speak in many tongues.’

Adar stopped in his tracks. With a hand on the blade that rested at his hip, he turned towards you. His eyes fell quickly to the birthing of prickled flesh against your naked body, and he scoffed. ‘Yet not one I wish to lend ear to.’

Your head rolled back against your shoulders as you chuckled amongst yourself, swaying back and forth against your chained wrists; your toes were painted with blood, and  they burned at the monotonous touch of the mulch and stone against your feet. Still, you swayed, until Adar grabbed both chains in his black gauntlet with a weary grunt.

‘You are hungry, girl. Until you speak to me of the Ring’s location, you will grow further delirious in my geteld,’ Adar hissed, halting your erratic movements from above.

‘Feed me, then, Adar! Maybe then, will I tell you more of the glorious Ring of Galadriel,’ you exclaimed, feasting your eyes again on the crown of Melkor; only this time, Adar followed your gaze.

Here, his breath caught in his throat. His hands released the chains, and your body began to once more sway. And his voice surprised you, as you had already squeezed your eyes shut in preparation for a laceration across your belly or breasts.

‘Even in death, His presence seduces still.’

And then you felt a frigid clasp at your shoulder; his gauntlet, digging slowly into the slope between your collarbone and neck, as he knelt down beside you—slowing your restless swaying. He spoke softly: ‘You are starved… But for matters not of my provision of meat,’ His lips pressed against the pointed shell of your ear. ‘He makes a fine vestige upon my platter, does he not?’ Adar’s hand—coarse, blistered, and damp—swept around your waist, sinking into its newfound concavity, as a sign of his starving you.

But you only wept into his neck. He had parted his lips to speak more on the matter before the both of you, but your lust for the artefact had finally fallen loose; if only your chains had followed suit. Crying out in horror, you fell forwards onto your knees, but the chains continued to hold your body off the ground. Again, you strained forwards, but this time, Adar grasped your nape, forcing you back against his chest as he heaved out a guttural sigh.

‘Enough!’ he growled, running his lips against your ear as he gritted his teeth. ‘Let me remind you that your coming here was of your own, Elvish will. You sought me out, crazed and lusting over what I deemed only madness at the time, but finally,’ he took a deep breath, before exhaling its vile warmth against your lobe and down your neck, ‘finally, I know what it is you desire from the Uruk, Elf.’

He was right; your eyes were wide, tingling, and soaked at the mere thought of getting your hands on Melkor’s crown; it was right there, a mere crawl away, if only you could tear these chains from their forsaken post!

Adar’s fingers sunk deeper into your waist, moving beneath your ribcage as he began to carefully penetrate flesh. You choked on your own response, only whining at his intrusive touch, and you allowed your head to once more fall against his neck. ‘They will come for me… Adar. You are filthy—undeserving of that crown!’ you sobbed, pushing your face further against him.

It was clear that Adar grew hastily uncomfortable at this motion, but his grip never left your waist. The rusted hinges of the chains began to squeal as your feet rolled back and forth, and Adar had to press his lips against the side of your forehead to stop you. 

‘Enough,’ he whispered—the utter tonal change now churning your innards. ‘I wish to know more of your lust for Him. Show me, then. Show me this insatiable yearning for such evil. I wish to have it, if only until dawn.’ The slender length of his fingers had left your waist, and were now settled between your thighs, which were coated in your own filth from the seven days of imprisonment.

Unbothered by this, Adar continued in his slow movements, moving around to your front to face you with his curious glare. His lips had been twisted into something of a grin, and his black hair looked even more unkempt than usual. Then, without hesitation, he used only his index fingers to part both your legs, inviting himself between your burning flesh; in fact, your body heat was so warm compared to his, that he let out a soft groan at the layers of pure-Elven skin.

Your lips had long since parted, and you watched as Adar lowered his body to the ground of dirt and stone, levelling his face with your hips. His steady and slow breaths brushed against your vaginal lips, enshrouding the pubic mound in a sultry cloud.

At this, you merely whined and rolled back on your knees.

His pointed nose brushed against your thighs, and he released a soft whistle upon the flesh. ‘Ea quilda, ea quilda,’ he whispered. ‘My children will wake.’

And then Adar tried again. He brought his lips to the flesh that enveloped your clit, sucking tenderly on its sleek exterior. Your thighs only drowned his locks in your burning flesh, eager to focus his lips on the only spot that seemed to matter: your clit. Adar trailed both his hands down the bottom of your thighs, until he reached your cheeks, to which he hoisted you up into the air—slinging both legs over his shoulders as he allowed for your wrists to breathe and endure a moment of respite from the chains.

Suspended, now, the geteld looked a whole lot clearer; you could focus on the tiny, crimson embers that fluttered away from the pyre on the opposite end of the room; even Melkor’s crown entertained a shine that reminded you of the shimmering waters of Lindon, and you needed more of that feeling. So, you threw your hand into Adar’s hair, grabbing a large array of its abyssal contents as you tugged and kneaded at its tangles; it was clear this war had affected him in many aspects upon his vile being, and the grime that coated his armour and corners of his skin were now far more prominent.

Still, you sunk your teeth into the meaty flesh of your bottom lip, imagining all of the things Melkor would do to you—an Elf, helpless and needy for rule, and in dire thirst for power. He would have tainted your fair skin, corrupting you in body and mind, and it was only then that in this moment, Adar felt no different than He.

But it was his gentle and hoarse voice that stole you away from the mind’s abyss. ‘Your hips move in a motion I am unacquainted with… Tell me, how is it that He has seduced your mind?’ Adar’s lips had left your clit, and his nose now took their place. Glazed, grey eyes flitted across the sweat that trickled down your abdomen and breasts, before settling on your own lips.

‘It is far deeper than that of which you could ever come to understand, Adar,’ you hissed, straining your wrists between the chains. And Adar only grinned at your continued writhing.

‘Speak it to me, then, nityasá. In plain tongue,’ he whispered. Then, a single, slender brow raised. ‘Or any tongue.’

The sparkle of Melkor’s jagged crown nearly blinded your vision as you looked past Adar’s grin; with this, a fresh stampede of butterflies pounded against your stomach, and you trained your eyes on your spreading thighs. ‘I wish to abstain from the weakness of mortality. The light of the Valar may yet be extinguished by a shroud of great darkness… One in which even the Elves of Middle-earth cannot open their eyes amidst.’ Your stare was now focused on his crooked lips. ‘Can’t you see?’

Adar had pulled your body down against him within seconds of your lips closing, before his own were upon you; the taste of your sweat and arousal coated his kiss, and all you could do was scream into his mouth. But he remained taut against your lips, sucking and biting and lapping at your slick, refusing to tug away from such a heated embrace; at this, you wondered just how different Uruk blood was from that of the Elves.

Now, Adar wasted no time in brushing his lips down your chin, rubbing up and down the middle section of your throat as he hissed quietly against the feather-thin skin. ‘Though I cannot see the darkness that drifts through your veins, I can already begin to feel its sunless and weighted presence,’ he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the hesitation in your oesophagus. ‘But I wish to learn more of this hunger.’ And he sucked tenderly at your bobbing throat, trailing down every individual swathe of flesh with his jagged teeth. ‘Show it to me.’

With a weighted sigh, you pressed his head closely against your chest, groaning as his lips retreated to his own flesh; in their place, however, a gentle warmth from his nose brushed against your bare breasts, and you felt as Adar pinched two of his fingers around one of your nipples. ‘You feel little desire for Him, were this to be all the enactment you care to show,’ he mused, eyes trained only on your sweat-glistening chest.

Then, you spoke to him: ‘It is as though He is inside my soul, reaching for the depths of my immortality—and I wish to give it to Him.’

Adar grazed a thumb over your nipple. ‘What is it you wish to give to Him?’

You relaxed slowly into his touch, bucking your hips against his chest as he drew his body further down your abdomen, settling only once he was imprisoned between your legs.

Adar spoke again, softly—calmly, as he trailed two fingers down the heated flesh of your inner thigh, coming to a halt beside your slick, outer lips. ‘Speak to me of this desire, and I will be sure of its arrival.’ Another stutter of your hips, and Adar grasped both thighs beneath his jagged nails. ‘You must use your tongue.’ And then, he retreated his fingers from the swelling of your vaginal lips, only for you to cry out his name. But the sweet sound that left your mouth did not pertain to his title; for it was the accursed name of Morgoth you chose to allow off the grime of your needy tongue.

Adar’s coarse lips were upon your clit within seconds of your pleas for the Dark Lord, and his own tongue had made a home between your damp folds. All sense of self had been long skewered and buried when first you were dragged into this geteld with Adar at your nape, forcing you into these chains that bound you from the outside world, and ever-encroaching war on the Elves. And if the constant rise and fall of warmth against your thighs wasn’t indication enough of Adar’s burning desire for one’s lust of Melkor, then you really were just a foolish Elf.

‘Wrap your legs around me, nityasá,’ he whispered against the sweet parting of flesh making way for his tongue. ‘I wish to feel such delicate writhing.’ And his tongue was now prodding at your entrance, coating the labial flesh with his own slick as he slipped slowly inside.

And you did just that; settling your legs, one over the other, around his neck and sweat-riddled locks, as he buried his nose against your clitoral hood. While his tongue pumped tenderly inside of you, the soft tip of his nose drew slow circles around your clit.

‘Wait,’ you blurted out. With aching slowness, Adar’s eyes trailed up to your face with a burning gaze. ‘What if one of them walks in?’

Immediately, the Uruk let out a stifled chuckle, warming your clit. ‘You Elves are terribly akin to deer.’ Then, he pressed a tender kiss to your clitoral hood. ‘Worry not, nityasá. If they cannot smell your fear, then you have no place in entertaining such a thought. Instead, allow me to follow you into the darkness of your desires.’ His eyes shot quickly to the crown atop the plate. Then, he flicked the underside of his tongue against the glistening skin, allowing the meaty appendage to slowly press its way inside.

Adar devoured your flesh for what felt like hours. When his tongue had begun to waver in its tender thrusts, it began to lap solely at the outer folds of your vagina, before he removed his mouth entirely. Yearning for more, however, you rolled your hips against his scarred face, but he did not take your bait; he only looked up to your flushed face, entertaining a crooked grin as he spoke: ‘Attempting to devour an unending meal is only a fool’s dream, nityasá. You endowed me with a fruit I could never lap to its last seed, but it was one I will never be able to satsiate again. Thank you—’

You unbound your legs from around his neck, and kicked off his silver-armoured chest with a stifled grunt. ‘He would have satisfied me to Valinor and back!’ you exclaimed, looking erratically around at the wooden posts and firewood splayed about the geteld.

‘And he would have taken your corpse in a manner not even an Uruk would,’ Adar replied with haste.

The two of you glared at each other for what seemed longer than his tongue’s masterful movements of the flesh, before Adar finally broke away from your stare. He took his time retreating his head from between your thighs, but he did not allow his grey eyes to stall. ‘What more do you desire of Him?’ he breathed out in an uneven cadence.

Your mouth was hanging open, and the sweat that poured down the sides of your cheeks cursed you with a stammer. ‘I wish for the darkness to touch me.’

Adar chuckled again, as he rested his head against your inner thigh. ‘Are you a deception, dear Elf? Perhaps I am already dead, and this is what fate has condemned me to.’ Then, Adar stood, and he pulled your featherless weight with him. Removing your binds, he grasped your wrists in his large hands, and led you over to the grand table.

‘What are you doing?’ you croaked. Even though this Uruk had pleasured you to heights no Elf or other being in Middle-earth could, he had still tortured you for seven straight days; lacerations penetrated your fair flesh, but it did not burn anymore. Adar’s tongue had struck a nerve so deep beneath your folds, that the lasting pain had been indoctrinated into pleasuresome desire.

The Uruk suddenly swept his arms beneath yours, lifting you into the air with careful fingers. Then, he set you down onto the wooden tabletop, being sure to avoid the leftover food and drink that plagued the table from supper. ‘Hold still,’ he whispered, struggling for a moment as he kicked his chair away.

And you listened to him—for the crown of Melkor was right there, beside you, seated beautifully atop the silver plate.

Adar placed both his hands on your knees, squeezing gently at the flesh, as he looked down to your abdomen. ‘Though I cannot take you to Valinor, I can take you someplace else,’ he began with a deep breath. ‘Someplace even He could only dream of leading an Elf.’

You raised a brow of your own, eyes trained still on the piercing crown. But what you hadn’t noticed, was that Adar was now staring at the accursed object, all the same.

‘Are you waxing poetic about my death?’ you inquired with a sneer.

Adar grinned. ‘Quite the opposite, nityasá.’

‘Then what?’

He grabbed a fistful of your Elven locks, entwining them between his pale and scarred fingers. ‘Melmë.’ And he slipped those fingers behind your ear, pulling you against him as he searched for your lips in the firelight. ‘What He could never have,’ he whispered against your mouth, before biting softly at the fleshy surface.

And you all but melted into his words; brushing your fingers over the sharp precipices of Melkor’s crown, you allowed one of the many edges to penetrate your flesh. Adar was once more looking down at your lips, forehead pressed against yours, as the two of you breathed against the other’s mouth.

Adar was perhaps the only being in all of Middle-earth who could make a grunt sound so smooth and endearing. Then, he whispered: ‘May I enact your final desire unto Him?’

Blood began to trickle down your fingers, now. ‘Yes,’ you hummed out, ‘you may.’

His fingers no longer felt coarse; they fell from your knees, drawing a sort of vine-like structure up your thighs, until they wedged themselves between your sweat-coated skin. ‘Relax, nityasá,’ he cooed, flitting his sharp nose across your cheek. Here, he lowered his face to your throat, kissing at the glistening skin with fervent lips and teeth. The way he drew your skin into his mouth had you clutching at the edges of the wooden table—blood dripping down your wrists as your fingers strained harder and harder at his vicious lust.

‘Breathe, breathe. Good girl.’ Adar’s hand gently grazed your vaginal lips, using a single finger to stroke at your entrance. ‘Such divinity. You Elves are rich with flavour, and soft to the faintest of touch,’ he continued, eyes never leaving your throat as he flicked his tongue against the dark patch he had just sucked upon. ‘But what I was never privy to, is how naughty you Elves can be.’

Sneering, you wrapped your legs taut around Adar’s slender waist. ‘Prove to me that I didn’t make a mistake here, Uruk,’ you hissed.

Adar grunted again, removing his face from your neck as he stared down at your flushed cheeks. ‘I believe you know the answer to your own words, Elf,’ he spoke plainly. Then, he removed the finger from your labia, moving it to the waistband of his chausses. 

Slowly, making sure as to not cause too much of a commotion, he only freed his aching heat from the confines of the chausses—keeping them at his waist still; the air held yet a chill to its stagnancy, so Adar made hasty work in settling himself between your legs. The head of his straining length poked the innermost side of your thighs, and the slick that spread across your flesh made you flinch momentarily; Adar grunted at this, and he rested a hand upon your waist as he directed his cock to your swelling lips.

He looked only into your gaze as the head of his desire slipped inside of you.

‘Adar,’ you immediately whined. Your thighs had already begun to clench together, and the feeling of this Uruk’s girth nestled within you caused a flurry of emotions to strike at  your heated core.

‘I am here, nityasá,’ he replied, slowing in his thrust. ‘This hunger for lust… It’s insatiable, isn’t it?’ The curiosity in his lilt felt like a Warg’s sharp fangs had penetrated your bottom; he was quickly learning of your twisted desire for power, and how you worshipped the shell of a corrupted Valar.

But Adar kissed you still. While you were lost in your own pondering, his length had settled itself in a cosy manner between your slick walls, and he grunted as you tilted your chest forwards. At this, the both of you groaned like the cicada’s summer end, but your hands fell suddenly upon his chest as his cock pulsated against your walls.

‘Ea quilda, ea quilda,’ he whispered again. But he only thrusted deeper after these words, and you had to bite down upon his shoulder to stifle the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over you. ‘If you cannot control your own body, how do you wish to seduce the reign of Morgoth’s shadow?’

Upon hearing his name, you screamed incoherence at Adar.

The Uruk immediately latched his fingers around your throat, forcing your back down against the tabletop with a gentle thud. His upper half followed you down, shifting over your abdomen as his dark locks fell upon your breasts. A piercing thrust caused your legs to give out, and you felt as though you would all but slide off the table, but Adar’s own body kept you right in his grasp.

‘You are a very disobedient, little Elf. I was brought into the assumption that we were beginning to understand each other. Now, you wish to wake my children,’ he began in a hissing whisper, bringing his face down against your forehead with a snarl. ‘I pity my foolish misjudgment. Forgive me, nityasá.’ And with those final words, his hips fell into a cadence you couldn’t have dreamt of ever matching; it was erratic, cruel, and sloppy, and the       sounds that both your bodies made were far more crude than anything that left your lips prior.

Adar held you firmly against him as he rolled himself against you, accompanied by his own panting and furrowed brows. The two of you could only breathe against one another’s mouth—though, your passage of air was heavily obscured—and exchange breathy curses. This Uruk held the most precious artefact in all of Middle-earth, yet he left it in solitude atop a table for dull supper. You could only grit your teeth at this simulacrum of thought.

When Adar buried his face against your blistering collarbone, a few of the table’s contents fell down into the mulch below; immediately, you threw your arm around, feeling for the crown, but the Uruk’s cool touch was already upon your wrist. He did not speak any words, for he began to suck at the taut skin of your collarbone, moving around its slender length as he left dark bruises in his wake.

With every continued thrust, your vision turned further to a mist far thicker than that of the Misty Mountains, and the flashes of imagery in your mind began to waver. Melkor’s shadowed face, abyssal and barren, had now begun to form flesh in its haze; the face of a pale and sadistic Uruk now took its place.

And then he was rolling his hips no longer; he slowed in his breathing, and he only pressed himself firmly against your waist one final time, before slowly drawing himself out from between your slick folds.

Your eyes were closed now; you only reached forwards, no longer feeling the warmth of Adar, and no more could you see the sunless visage of Melkor. Had he abandoned you? Where had he gone? You reached further, but your hands only fell upon stagnant air.

In one more fit of fury, you reached around for the crown; the dried blood on your fingers only hardened at the empty table, for no longer was the crooked artefact of Melkor within your grasp.

And at this, you wept. Silently, you wept—for you knew Adar’s children slept yet.

➳ Translation Chart

1. 'Geteld': An archaic term to refer to a tent. 2. 'Ea quilda': The Quenya translation for the English proverb, ‘be quiet,’ or, ‘be silent.’ 3. 'Nityasá': The Quenya translation for the English words, ‘little’ and ‘fire.’ 4. 'Melmë': The Quenya translation for the English word, ‘love.’

[make-me-your-animal]

Training dog in elvish

I am an autistic person with hyper fixations and a knack at training dogs...... This was bound to happen. I've been coming up with words that I could use to train my next dog in elvish. Currently I'm using commands monster already knows and translating them or coming up with a funnier word.

Sit- hav ( which translates to sit)

Down/lay down -undu (down)

Stay- quilda (be still)

Okay/release command- dagranno (attack because it would crack me up every time)

These are all I've come up with but. I'm sure I'll think of some more. Now if only I could afford to buy a puppy right now. I also am not positive all these are 'correct' but alas they sound fun

[son-of-the-moon-and-sun]

*slams open door* Cala! I am here to squish your cheeks as requested! Do not fight me!

Cala’s olive cheeks instantly flush a bright rosy shade – his eyes wide and he immediately stands, trying to round the desk before you get to him.

“I . . . umm. . . Melmë!”

He squeaks again – trying to clear his throat awkwardly.

He can’t deny it – he dearly loves your affections.

But at the same time he could not help but be embarrassed.

For a moment he thinks – Quilda has exposed my secrets.

— —☀️ answered ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗

[eunoiaastralwings]

I might get this commissioned like a comic too?

Should I. . . ?

A pouting crying little Quildalótien glared up at Oromë.

“I am still mad you gave Huan to Tyelko and not me, Atya!”

chuckling, the huntsman strings his bow onto his back and crouches down to meet you. “well, tyelko has been asking for him for quite some time. don't worry little sparrow." he dries your tears and gives a gentle smile, unlike his usual indifferent and almost agitated expression. “I'll be sure to fetch you a little fawn next time. wouldn't you prefer that?”

[earencoivienen]

Lómelindë

Man liruva i lómelinden

Yá i lóme autaina

Yá i aurë tulë.

Man liruva i lómelinden

Yá loris erinqua nu Anar?

Lúmeli saminda lingeryar

Líner ráquar ar lumbar axonyar.

Lúmeli lornatala lírerya

Tulyane ni sérenyanna.

Mal man liruva i lómelinden?

Lisse lirerya quilda sí

Man liruva i lómelinden

Yá loris erinqua nu Anar?

Translated from The Nightingale, Deborah Henson-Conant

Who will sing for the Nightingale

when the night is gone;

when the daylight comes.

Who will sing for the Nightingale

when she sleeps alone in the sun?

Many's the time her silken tones

soothed my rough and weary bones

Many's the time her lullabye

brought me to my rest.

But who will sing for the Nightindale?

Her own sweet song is silent now

Who will sing for the Nightingale

when she sleeps alone in the sun?

Photo by Derek Thomas

[bunnyburrow-pie-fox]

Retiring Muses/RP Blogs

I’ve decided to retire some muses that I’ve completely lost drive for or that never got any attention.

Zootopia: Sharla Mr. Otterton Peter Moosebridge Bobby Catmull Jaguar Dharma Armadillo Gareth Otto Hopps Stephanie Stalkinew Quilda Ms. Swinton

Harry Potter: Niffler

Moana: Heihei

Portal: The Announcer

Deltarune: Rouxls Kaard Lancer

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hop into my inbox and provide a sentence or a rant about which of much ocs would date/marry and why?

As for my ocs, I have their character sheets but also included a brief - I do recommend you at least scan through the character to get a better understanding as int he briefs i only provided small things.

Anyways - I cannot wait to hear what y'all opinions are. I hope you enjoy - have fun, place nice and anons are allowed.

I'll respond to ever ask - even provide the oc thoughts too so you have interactions with them too :)

Lúthriel Tinuviel: daughter of Beren and Lúthien, twin sister of Dior

brief: she's kind, compassionate, grows attached, a part maia who is insecure about her heterochromia eyes. sometimes has trouble navigating her magic, forced to an immortal because of her powers, lost her twin and parents forever - she's bi!

Quildalótien: Valar daughter of lord Oromë and lady Vána.

brief: Valinor!Quilda has a crazy 4D personality, she will embrace fun in your life. She's wild, crazy and fun - already pranked even Manwë a few times. On dates she will pull you into doing pranks with her. ME!Quilda however is on the opposite sit - she is scared easily and you need shower her with love :) - she's a pansexual! She can grow a vast forest, give herself wings, and create creators like Huan.

Cala: Son of Tilion and Arien

Brief: Cala is caring, sweet. He's a panromatic demisexual. strict to the rules of propriety - scowls and lectures if anyone breaks them. the embodiment of 'turning a joke into a lecture' - but he means well because he doesnt want to see you hurt. Concerned if you do so little as clumsily fall. Maia of lunar eclipses.

Ixalië: Maia of Mandos

brief: after having being bullied, and pushed to her death - she is mean and while Lawful chaotic Good, she has sadistic tendencies! She can be easily manipulated into the dark side so keep a watch over her. She doesn't know what love is -you almost have to teach it do her. She is stubborn, single-minded and a born strategist. She's a pansexual but doesn't know it yet.

Cóloniélë: Maia of Nienna

brief: this poor baby is a heartbroken maia who lost the love of her life to Fëanor. The SIndar meaned her Pelineldes meaning Fading Star Woman - Given to her by the Sindar when she is in middle earth as she a star (referring to the light in her) ready to fade away. She needs to learn to love again - heal her own heart. She was the power to heal you mentally, take away your tears to provide you comfort even though she was soul crushing pain when heals someone too. She's a panromatic demisexual.

[that-angry-noldo]

"Ой, грало море" / "The sea was rolling" / "I vaya ui nane quilda"

This is my translation to quenya of one of ukrainian most archaic cosmogonic kolyadkas, which tells about the way the world was created (lyrics in quenya, english and ukrainian under the cut)

Quenya version:

A! I váya ui náne quilda i amaurёan Valanyo (nai Eru tye mánata) ×2

A halla sónё tare enelvayan, (nai Eru tye mánata)

Cucuar neldё hamente i halla sónёsse, (nai Eru tye mánata)

I cucuar neldё osaneante, (nai Eru tye mánata)

Te osaneante o maitié ёá, (nai Eru tye mánata)

A i min cucua tumbane vayan, (nai Eru tye mánata)

Se lennane ondo telepta vayallo, (nai Eru tye mánata)

A i attea cucua tumbane vayan, (nai Eru tye mánata)

Se lennane ondo culuina vayallo, (nai Eru tye mánata)

A i neldea cucua tumbane vayan, (nai Eru tye mánata)

Se lennane ondo tambina vayallo, (nai Eru tye mánata)

English

The sea was rolling on sunday morning, (God help us) ×2

And in between the sea there stood a tall pine-tree, (God help us)

Doves three were sitting on that tall pine-tree, (God help us)

The three doves were advising each other,(God help us)

Advising each other on how to make the world, (God help us)

And the first dove dove into the sea, (God help us)

It brought a rock of silver from the depths of sea, (God help us)

And the second dove dove into the sea, (God help us)

It brought a rock of gold from the depths of sea, (God help us)

And the third dove dove into the sea, (God help us)

It brought a rock of copper from the depths of sea, (God help us)

Ukrainian

Ой грало море в неділю рано.

Дай Боже

Ой грало море в неділю рано.

Дай Боже

А серед моря стоїть сосниця.

Дай Боже

На тій сосниці три голубоньки.

Дай Боже

Три голубоньки радоньку радять.

Дай Боже

Радоньку радять, як світ сновати.

Дай Боже

Що перший голуб в море й упірнав.

Дай Боже

Виніс він з моря золотий камінь.

Дай Боже

Що другий голуб в море й упірнав.

Дай Боже

Виніс він з моря срібляний камінь.

Дай Боже

Що третій голуб в море й упірнав.

Дай Боже

Виніс він з моря мідяний камінь.

Дай Боже

[living-gems-of-treelight]

Time seemed to fly past, since Quildalótien found three little children, three cute girls with power hidden within them. War was slowly coming to an end, troops of Valarin hosts eradicating what all remained from Morgoth's army and servants. Since Eönwë and others were way too busy, Quildalótien managed to keep her girsal out of unwanted attention rather efficiently. Letting Tyelpë assist her in any way he could helped too.

All three girls, Lauriel, Tyelpelin and Ellenís grew like a weed under their care. By now, they were able to write and read quite well. Tyelperinquar helped Quildalótien with their education personally, whenever he could. In times he was busy, it was up to her. Soon many knew that she took in three orphaned girls, and while some doubted she would manage to raise them on her own, others found it generous.

Lauriel showed up to be quite an adventurer and more often then not she strayed way too far, lead by her curiosity. She was a bit of a trouble-maker, when playing with other children, and had had a bit of mischievous streak. Especially if some of adults proved to be a sourpuss. She had a knack for sensing whenever Quildalótien worried about something or when she felt depressed - and did her damnest to bring a smile on her lips again.

Tyelpelin was a gentle soul, a bit shy, but no less curious than her blonde sister. She bonded rather quickly with both Quilda and Tyelperinquar as well, after all both responded to the same short version of their names. She had deft fingers and it showed in her writing and drawing, but especially, when Tyelperinquar showed her, how to make little trinkets. She was extatic about it. She also lover to toy with hair of others and always was giddy, whenever Quildalótien asked her for help. Or cuddles.

Ellenís loved talking. Sometimes too much for the liking of those around her and it took some time, before she learnt, when to stay silent as not to overwhealm others. But she was nice to have around, especially when she narrated her own made up stories. Quildalótien soon found out that Ellenís got nervous, everytime she got separated from her sister or her and Tyelperinquar. She hated to be lonely and more often than not, either Quilda or Tyelpë found her huddled against themselves.

Soon they all would have to decide their next steps. Many were getting ready to leave for Valinor, with how much of Beleriand was sinking every day, never to be seen again. Others were already finding themselves new home beyond what remained of Ered Luin and Ossiriand.

@quiet-flower-wonderlings

[runawaymun]

Some names Im thinking about giving to me oc

Elanoriel a sindarin name meaning star sun flower (elanor) daughter of or girl (iell)

Quildalot is a quenya name meaning quiet (quilda) flower (lóte)

Amarthadan is a sindarin name meaning fate (amarth) human (adan)

Also I got these names off of a website so they could be totally wrong lmao

oooo these are cool! Elanoriel is so pretty!!

For these others I'd suggest adjusting to go with a feminine ending.

Quildalot could be adjusted to Quildalótë to make it a bit more of a feminine Quenya ending. Or also Serelótë (Peaceful bloom) or perhaps even Estelótë, named after the Vala Este. (So flower of Este, or flower of rest/peace). Amarthadan could be Amarthien or Amarthiel? Fated daughter? Or perhaps Amarwen (Fated maiden, but I'm not so sure on whether or not that checks out).

[eunoiaastralwings]

I cant thank you enough for drawing my Quilda (@quiet-flower-wonderlings)😭😭

She looks so stunning AM SCREAMING - tysm Nodens💝💝

Portrait of a beautiful elven lady Quildalótien (OC) for @eunoiaastralwings 🦋

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Guardians of the Creatures; AU! Queen x reader Prologue

*Author’s note*

Hey gang I know this year has been INSANE but I am here to tell you all that I’ve now got my next upcoming Halloween FIC series ready at the helm. Now it’ll be slightly similar to my last Hallowqueen fic series (it being in 2nd person POV after this chapter), with some differences.

Now then I wish to give credit to @kinole009x​ for allowing me to use the same physical appearance that they made for our beloved Deacy in their fabulous series “NEVERMORE” (which you ALL should check out if you haven’t read it. Trust me, you will LOVE IT!!). 

Now Idk when the next chapter will be up cause work is REALLY starting to pile up on me now. But I promise this fic series WILL go on, I won’t abandon it after this. I’ve got plans for this series. Enjoy my lovelies and I hope you all enjoy this new HALLOWQUEEN series :)

Warnings: Blood, dark magic, evil witches and wizards, close-to-death experience.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@simonedk​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@dancingcoolcat​

@kinole009x​

@queendeakyy​

@geek-and-proud​

@klausidiot​

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I……Am the eyes of the world.  I can see the past—and the future.  Chaos, and darkness.  The end of the world, and the rebirth of it.  My people have been around since the beginning of time itself.  But with the birth of so many creatures, my kind couldn’t survive.  Except for me.  Who am I you might ask? It is I—Freddie Mercury, who witnessed the rise of creatures, and men.

I’ve seen the world continuously trying to survive with the rise of each new species of the world.  And it is here that I have seen a darkness of which no one would ever see before.

Look into my eyes—and trust in me.

There are many dangerous creatures that live within our world. For a certain time period there were were-creatures, Elves, faes, goblins, dragons, mer-people, and all those creatures you would believe to be in your fairy tales and mythologies.  But the most dangerous creature of the time wasn’t man.  

But Witches. Warlocks. And Sorcerers.

I’ve seen generations of these creatures slaughtering and imprisoning other creatures.  And breaking the mythical creatures ancient laws.

And then—one fateful night. I saw our world place our hopes into the hands of two people, the like of which—no one would ever suspect.

*3rd Person POV*

Flying through the dark midnight sky was a cloaked figure and in his arms he held a young woman close to his chest.  He dove down as fast as he could to the ground knowing full well that he couldn’t continue flying anymore, not with the woman now starting to cough out blood.  

When he finally reached the ground, he picked up the woman and gently set her down on the ground.

“Lumos.” He softly whispered.  His hand soon made a light, about the size of a star, appear in his hand. His pale skin could only be compared to the white glow of the moon, while his long jet black hair framed his face and his black eyebrows arched with both fear and concerned for the woman that lay beneath him.

As he shined the light upon the young woman he could now see that blood had now stained her once pink lips.  Her sclera was now starting to bleed red and she was coughing out even more blood.

“Serafina. Oh my darling Serafina please hold on.” He pleaded softly as he cupped the side of her cheek.  Piercing through the air was a maniacal female laugh.  Thinking quickly he made the light from his hand vanish and he covered both himself and Serafina with his black cloak.

High above the air riding on their own brooms a swarm of witches were flying over the air.  One of them in particular had curly madded hair (that almost resembled a lion’s mane), she wore a long black dress that was a mix of fabric but also leather that made a corset-like shape around her midriff.  She took the lead alongside five witches and four wizards.  

All of them wearing black and baring a snake tattoo along their necks.

“They’re not here cousin!” hissed a ginger haired witch.

“Keep searching for them. They’re around here somewhere. That spell I gave her will buy us some time to catch up to them. There’s no way he’d leave her behind.” She cackled softly before flying on ahead with the eight other witches and wizards following her.

Once the coast was clear, the young wizard removed his cloak from the two of them and he slowly picked up Serafina.

“We’re gonna have to travel by foot. I’m sorry my love.”

“John.” She croaked out before suddenly coughing out more blood.

“Shh, shh, shh. Save your strength my love.” He soothed her as he rested her head against his shoulder so that he could press his head against hers.  He trudged on through the thick forest, all the while his love continuously coughing out more blood.  

He knew that if he didn’t at least find a way to slow down the curse that had been bestowed upon her, she would continue to bleed out internally until she died.

After walking for god knows how long, he set her down in a decent sized thicket.  He gave her his cloak and lay down some twigs, grass and leaves before muttering out a quick spell to make them into a pillow.  He lay her head on the pillow and stroked her dark hair out of her face.

“I’ll be back my love, I’m going to find some ingredients to slowdown her curse.” He went to stand up but Serafina grabbed his hand and weakly said.

“Don’t…….go……John.” he looked down at her with sympathy and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.” He covered her up more with his cloak then casted a protection charm around her, in case either the witches or anything else dangerous were to come by.

John raced through the woods hoping to find some familiar herbs that could hopefully be brewed up.  He searched and searched but he wasn’t having any luck, and he could hear every now and then the haunting piercing manically laugh of the head witch leading the hunt for them.

It wasn’t until finally when he arrived by a small creek and he had found the perfect healing herb for his love.  To some it was known as Athelas plant but in the common tongue it was called Kingsfoil.  A weed but it had healing properties.

He took out his wand and shifted it into a small knife and went to cut the root, when he heard a strange sound coming from the creek.  A hypnotic, siren-like song soon began to echo through the air.  John turned towards the creek and was shocked to suddenly see a hand burst out from the water.

Slowly a body began to rise up over the water.  The body was pure water at first until it finally dissolved and morph into an actual human skin.  The man that now stood before John was handsome.  Beyond handsome actually.

Almost as if he had been carved by the Gods himself.  His wild, untamed blonde hair shone under the full moon’s light, and his hypnotic deep blue eyes stared right at John curiously. But when John took a closer look and saw the long claw-like nails, the gills along his neck (that almost looked like deep scars), and the fact that his eyes were inhuman with how they were just pure blue and white, he realized just what this man was.

This was a Nokk.  A water spirit said to be a handsome man that is known to lure women and children to their deaths by either singing or playing a sweet song before drowning them.  They are also known to be shapeshifters going between a handsome man, or a beautiful white horse.  Tempting all that see him in his horse form to ride him before sending them to a watery grave.

Little did he know that while staring at the Nokk, he soon felt a long sword blade slide right down his neck.  Thankfully it wasn’t the actual blade of the sword itself, it lay flat against his neck but it still sent fear through him.

“What do we have here? A wizard caught off his guard?” a soft, honey-like voice spoke with a sternness to it.

“Please, I mean no harm. My Serafina needs help.” At hearing that name, the Nokk’s eyes went from defensive and anger to concern and worry.

“Serafina you said?” the voice behind John spoke.

“Yes. Please I don’t have much time, I need to get this Athelas to her. She’ll die without it!” John then whipped out his wand and turned the sword blade into a stick.

He quickly turned around and held his wand at the attack only to soon find out that his ‘attacker’ wasn’t who he thought it was.

This man had curly hair that resembled an animal of some kind, but unlike the witch they were hiding from, his hair was tamed and well kept. John also took notice of the man’s attire and the ears that stuck out from his hair.  It was then he realized just who this person was.

“You—you’re an Elf.” the Elf closed his eyes and did a faint nod as he hummed, a hum that sounded like the faint wind.

“Brian May. High Elf Lord of the West. We were also told of your arrival by a friend of ours. He can help her.”

“Just who is your friend?”

“I can sense your hesitance.” Brian spoke.

“Of course I’m hesitant! We’re being hunted by our own cult! My love is dying and I’m sitting here in the dark forest with an Elf and a Nokk!” the Nokk lowly growled that’s when Brian lifted his hand and said.

“Quilda Roger, quilda.” The Nokk named Roger softened his growls but continued to glare at John. “As you’ve said we don’t have much time. Please allow us to help you heal her. And take her to our friend who is a healer.”

“I thought Elves were known to be the best healers?” John asked.

“We are. But by the time we would reach my kingdom it’ll be too late to save her. Our friend is the closest for he lives in the Black forest.” Not being given much choice, John agreed and led both Brian and Roger to where his love was.

Serafina continued to wheeze out her breaths and occasionally coughing up more blood.  And either it must’ve been the curse having a side effect, or due to the pressure on her brain, she saw this blinding light coming up towards her.

She turned and there she saw a horse running up towards her and the glowing figure rode on top of the magnificent creature.  Skillfully it unmounted from the horse before walking towards her.  Finally she could see a man who was too ethereal to look upon.

His tall lean frame, the pale skin, and the halo of curls almost made him look like an angel.  His piercing blue eyes stared right down at her, almost as if they were piercing her very soul.  He knelt down before her and whispered with what sounded like the sweetest honey-like voice she had heard (that could only be compared to her love John’s voice).

“Serafina. im Brian. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad.” After hearing this beautiful language coming out of this man’s mouth, Serafina turned her head back upwards to the sky as she softly began coughing again.

John soon came in with a small brewing bowl and was currently stirring up the brew.  Brian knelt down beside Serafina softly calling out her name once again as he touched her head.

“This curse is strong.” John finished stirring up the brew and gently took his love’s head and lifted it up, with Brian’s help, and he gently poured the Athelas brew down her throat.  “She won’t last for much longer. We need to get her to Freddie now.”

John picked her up bridal style and the two of them walked towards Roger as Brian said.

“The five witches are still out there searching for you both further in the woods. The four wizards however, I do not know where they have gone.” John gently placed her on top of Roger’s back and steadied her.

“Thank you for your help. But I can take it from here.”

“Roger and I are the fastest together, I’ll take her.” Brian said.

“No. I won’t leave her!”

“You will take the safest road down the river. Once you reach the end, you will go East and soon you will arrive at our friend’s hut.” Brian explained to John the fastest route he could take.

“But what if they find you? Or worse what if this Nokk betrays you and takes my beloved away? I know of what his kind does to women and children!”

“I understand your concern for her. But she is in the safest of hands John Deacon. Roger will ensure that they can’t reach us.” Roger turned to face John.  His ears bent back slightly and he gave the young wizard a bow of his head.  “A Nokk’s name is powerful. He will not harm her.”

John faces Roger and in his horse form he gave the young wizard a small huff before lightly nodding his head.

“As you wish.” Brian softly smiled and hopped onto Roger’s back, sitting behind Serafina so that she now had support to lie back on. “I’m trusting you both with my heart. Ride hard and run swift. Do not let them catch her.”

“Noro lim mellon, Noro lim!” Brian spoke to Roger in Elvish tongue, soon Roger took off running deeper into the forest.  

As he watched with a heavy heart, John prayed to Merlin above that Serafina would be safe and healed in time.

Running with the speed of mercury, Roger ran across the woods in almost a blur.  Brian holding tightly to his friend’s long white mane while keeping an arm wrapped around Serafina so that she wouldn’t fall out.  But soon he heard a whooshing sound and through the trees and when he turned right he soon saw one of the four male wizards flying just a few feet beside them.

He looked to the left and he saw that a blonde witch was also flying beside them, the two of them flying closer and closer to Roger’s body hoping to pin him so they could claim their prize.  But never doubt the speed of a Nokk in horse form.

Roger ran faster but as he turned into a clear opening in the woods, that’s when the rest of the scouting party descended.

“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! WE’VE GOT THEM NOW! TEAR THE BEAST DOWN! KILL THE ELVISH FILTH! BUT LEAVE THE GIRL ALIVE. For now. HAHAHAHA!!!” the leading witch cackled manically.  Brian turned to the witches and wizards behind and saw one of them take out their wands and fire an attack.  He shielded Serafina with his body from the blast that sent an excruciating pain all over his body.

His bite his lip to try and hold back his screams that desperately wanted to come out.  He gripped Roger’s mane tighter as his friend ran faster through the woods.  But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he tried to lose them through the trees, the party still kept on their tail.

When they came across an open meadow, the witch party now had them surrounded like wolves taking down their prey.  Brian was almost certain that they were about to die right then and there.  But when he saw the crazed woman extend her arm out towards Serafina, it was then Roger took over.

Using his long whip-like horse tail, he whipped the woman across the face and sent her back several feet right off her broom.  He repeated the technic with the other wizards and witches that were too close for comfort, allowing him to take off even faster than he had ever ran before in his life.

Two of the witches flew back towards their sister witch and helped her up.

“That filthy mongrel. HE COULD’VE KILLED ME!! I’ll get him. I will kill him and wear his skin like a coat!” the woman cried out as she got back on her broom and took off flying with her sisters following behind her.

Roger soon got them into a thicker part of the woods where the trees were lower and more condensed together.  He swiftly turned around every other tree to try and confuse the party that followed behind him and it worked.  For some they had to regroup high above the trees just to get out of the condensed area, and others they ended up flying off their brooms cause of the low hanging branches.

Roger leapt over a log and ran down a hill which led to a small river-like creek.  He ran across the water till he came onto the other side of the creek.  He stopped and turned around to face the witches as he huffed and panted heavily.

“Well done Roger, well done.” Brian praised his friend as he too looked at the incoming party.  However once they came to the shoreline of the creek, they found that they couldn’t cross it.

Almost as if there was higher magic blocking them from coming any closer to their targets.

“Give up the traitors, filthy Elf and mindless brute!” the leading witch snarled.  Roger let out a loud roar as he reared high into the air while Brian revealed his sword and held it in the air.

“If you want her, come and claim her!” he challenged the party. All nine of them soon took out their wands and all together they fired at the forcefield that kept them from getting any closer.  

The forcefield held for as long as it could but it was starting to break.  When they noticed the forcefield beginning to break, the party slowly moved forward across the water.

Unbeknownst to them, Brian’s eyes shifted as he stared at the water while softly began to chant in Elvish a spell that had been put up for only him and Freddie to speak out since they were both ancient creatures of old.

Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer;

Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Kuruni!

Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer;

Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Kuruni!

The water slowly began to rise and once Brian finished the chant, the wizards stopped their attack as they suddenly heard a rush of water. Soon storming down from further up river was a tsunami-like wave.

Fearing for their lives, the witches and wizards hopped on their broomsticks and took off flying, but the rushing water was right on their tail. If you would look closely, you would notice that the shapes that were forming in the water were dozens of snakes, all slithering outward towards the witches.

Just before any of them thought they were in the clear, one by one they were each swallowed by the raging waters and taken downstream.

Brian and Roger stood satisfied over the boulder but that’s when they heard the fain wheezing coming out of Serafina’s mouth.  Brian took Serafina off of Roger’s back and lay her down on the ground.  Her face now almost completely red from bleeding internally, tear streams of blood stained around her eyes, and her eyes were almost devoid of any life.

“Serafina, no! Serafina don’t give in. Not now!” pleaded Brian as he gently shook her.  But with one last croak out of her mouth, she went still.  

Roger threw his head back and whinnied out a desperate neigh for help as Brian held her in his arms.

‘What grace has given me. Let it pass to her, let her be spared. Save her.’ Brian prayed in his head.

“Someone call my name?” a voice echoed through the air. Both Brian and Roger looked around when the voice spoke again, “You two honestly call yourselves the fastest team? Even I have ran across the world at least three times faster than that.”

“Freddie.” Brian said.

“How quaint to see you again Brian. It’s been—what 200 years since we last met?”

“187 actually.”

“And Roger, my big strong, handsome Nokk how’s the clan doing?” Roger huffed softly and a soft chuckle rang through the air. “That’s good. Don’t want those nasty other wannabes to let them reign supreme over you. Other than me of course.”

“Please Freddie, we need your help. She’s dying.”

“I know. Which is why I’ve already brewed up the proper counter curse for her. Give her to me now, her partner is running himself ragged wanting to see her already.” Appearing from the bottom of the boulder was a large snake tail.

Brian picked Serafina up and placed her body down along the snakes coils.  Slowly they wrapped around her until almost her whole body was covered.

“Go now, make sure those nasty witches are dead. I won’t have them interfere any longer.” Then almost as quick as lightning, the snake coils disappeared deep within the forest.  Brian looked towards the forest and prayed.

“By the light of the Valor, please let her be saved.”

“She will be.” A soft, raspy voice spoke to him.  He looked up and saw that Roger was now in back in his human Nokk form. “She has to be. I’ll be dammed if after we ran all the way here just for her to die like this.”

“And you’re sure it’s not because of your feelings for her?”

“It’s not like that and you know it! The first women to not fall for my charm even when so many married women have fallen for me, Serafina she—she’s special.” Roger said. “Now c’mon. You heard the naga, we have to see whether that crazed bitch and her lackies are dead or if they somehow survived the spell.” Brian nodded and soon the two of them took off running downstream.

In a quaint little hut, the snake coils soon lifted Serafina into the hut and they set her down along the floor.

“Serafina. Oh Merlin’s beard she’s—she can’t be…..” John pleaded.

“Not yet John dear, now quiet I need to concentrate on the spell.” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up.  Soon coming down from the ceiling was a man with long pitch black hair, his dark tanned skin glistened amongst the candle light, but what would catch your eyes were the dark green and yellow scales all over his arms, chest, neck and even dotting around his face.

His lower half would be twice as shocking for there wasn’t human legs, no his lower half was pure snake.  Dark green with hidden yellow scales.  He also had deep brown eyes with the traditional snake pupil.

Slowly he lowered himself down before the witch, his snake-like tongue flickering out so he could get a read on her.  She was practically knocking on death’s doorstep.  He soon stood face to face over the young witch. His tongue flicked across her bloodstained lips as he hummed gravely.

“The world still has big plans for you my dear. You and your darling lover.” He then raised his hand and forced her mouth open before hissing out in a language that was unknown to John.  

It sounded pure snake-like and it was terrifying to listen to. It sent a cold shiver up John’s spine. Freddie’s voice turned almost ghostly as he continued to chant out this unknown spell and soon he let out a low, threatening hiss as he opened his mouth wider and wider revealing not only the overbite, but the other rows of snake teeth in his mouth.

At first John thought his love was about to be swallowed alive by this monster, but just before he could grab his wand, a red smoke shot out of his love’s mouth and entered inside Freddie.  The naga was actually swallowing the curse!

John watched with both terror yet fascination as the naga devoured the very curse that had poisoned his love.  Freddie placed his hands beside Serafina’s head as he continued to swallow the curse.  Once the last bit of it was swallowed, Freddie lurched back and with a gasp, Serafina woke up.

“My love?” John asked.

“My heart.” She whispered.  John happily smiled and the two young lovers embraced each other.

“I thought I had lost you.” John whispered in her ear as he stroked his fingers through her hair.

“I thought I was gone too. But you saved me my love.”

“I didn’t do it alone though.” That’s when he turned towards Freddie and once Serafina got a good look at her savior, she jumped back. “It’s alright my love, it’s okay. He won’t hurt us.”

“It’s you.” she whispered in awe.  John looked at Serafina confused.  Freddie hummed with interest at the young witch.

“So you remember me?”

“Remember him? My love what does he mean?”

“All will be explained young John. Just know that you have a special witch by your side.” John leaned his forehead against his love’s and whispered to her.

“I know. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” Their noses gently brushed up against each other’s lovingly.

“Since you recall our first encounter, I’m sure you’ll also remember Serafina that the world needs you. Both of you. Now more than ever.” The young witch and wizard looked at each other perplexed.

“That’s always puzzled me. What do you mean the world needs us?” Serafina asked.  Freddie looked out of his hut and said.

“I have seen the world shift, burn and rebuild itself time and time again. But with what your people are doing, I fear the world may finally burn and not rebuild itself in a peaceful light.”

“We know. That’s why we left. We couldn’t stand along with what they believed in. Now we’re marked for death.” John said grimly as he took his love’s hand in his.  She placed her hand on top of his and the two stared at each other solemnly.

“Which is why I have seen a potential future for all of us. But for that to happen, it needs you two as the star attractions.”

“What do you mean?” asked Serafina.

Thus…….I began to tell them of a future that I had seen.  A world where all creatures and deities large and small alike could be free, equal, and at peace.  But in order for that world to come to pass, we were gonna need one more star.

And that my darlings, is where you come in.

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Heart of a Dwarf; Soul of a Queen

Chapter 3; Their King and Queen

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Alrún woke before anyone else. The sun was just barley peaking over the hills of the Shire. She quietly packed her bag and made her way out of the door. She walked over to her steed. A white wolf named Mizim. As a young pup, Mizim was a gift, given to her by Thorin, when they had reached the Blue Mountains. As she grew in size, Mizim reached Alrún’s chest in height.       

“Good morning, Mizim,” Alrún said. She held out her hand for her friend to sniff. Her pink tongue glided over Alrún’s palm. “I hope you’re ready for a long time of riding.” She said. Mizim huffed in agreement. As she moved away to saddle Mizim, Alrùn gasped. Images of Fire, Water, and Air, flashed before her eyes. A voice resounded in her head. 

The time is drawing close, Alrún, daughter of Aredhel. The time to awaken your powers and use them for good is upon you. 

“*Gimlelul,” someone’s voice broke her out of her trance. She whirled around, sword in hand. Her sword clashed with another, her eyes wide with slight fear and surprise. Before her stood Thorin, his own sword pressed against her’s in defense. Mizim’s head jerked up and she growled, ready to attack anything that would harm her rider. Though his expression remained neutral, his eyes held worry. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked.

“Thorin,” she said quietly, sighing in relief. She sheathed her sword. Thorin sheathed his sword. Alrún nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Just lost in thought, I guess,” She said. She glanced at Mizim, who was still growling slightly. "*Quilda, Mizim.” Mizim stopped growling and lowered her head. Alrún turned to Mizim, adjusting the saddle as needed, making sure it was comfortable on her friend’s back. Thorin walked over to help. He held his hand out for Mizim to sniff before tugging on the straps of the saddle to tighten it. He looked at Alrún. 

“You seem distracted this morning, Love,” he said. Alrún glanced up at him then back down to straightening the saddle, making sure it was comfortable on Mizim’s back. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” He asked. Alrún looked up at him, staring into his blue eyes. Before she could speak, an arm was thrown over her shoulders, making her jump. She looked to her right and saw Fili. 

“Good morning, Aunty,” Fili said, kissing her cheek. “Good morning, Mizim.” Fili said. Said wolf welcomed the Dwarf’s pats and scratches on her head with whines and huffs of joy, her white tail swinging back and forth in happiness.  Alrún chuckled a bit. 

“Good morning, *irakdashat.” She said. She glanced at Thorin, giving him a look of that said, I’ll tell you later. Thorin nodded. He looked at his nephew. 

“Fili, is everyone awake?” He asked. Fili nodded, reluctantly pulling his hands away from the Wolf’s head. 

“Aye. They’re helping to clean Mr. Baggins' house.” He said. Alrún nodded. 

“Very good. If they’re done, have them come and saddle up. Thorin and I would like to leave before the sun fully rises.” She said. Fili nodded and walked in. Alrún followed after. There was something she wanted to do. 

She walked into the dinning room. The contract was still laying on the ground from when Mr. Baggins had fainted last night. She picked it up and looked at it. She looked down at the signatures. The only signatures that were written were hers, Thorin's and Balin's. All that was left was the Burglar’s signature, which had yet to be filled. She sighed. 

“What are ya goin’ ta do with the contract, Alrún?” A voice asked. Alrún turned and faced her guard, Dwalin. Thorin had charged Dwalin with protecting Alrún, if need be. Dwalin was Thorin’s best friend and right hand man. She looked down at the contract again. 

“I’m going to leave it here,” she placed it on a table, and turned to face Dwalin again. “Just in case Mr. Baggins decides he wants to come.” She said. He nodded. 

“Very well then. We’re all ready to leave, we’re just waitn’ on you, lass.” He said. Alrún nodded and walked forward. Dwalin gently placed his hand on her back, leading her out. As she walked out of the house and made her way to Mizim. She stroked her Wolf’s snout, the creature closing her eyes in content. Alrún secretly wished that Bilbo would actually come along. Thorin looked at her. 

“Alrún,” he said. She turned and looked at him. All the members of the company were mounted on their ponies, or horse, in Gandalf’s case. “We’re ready when you are, love.” Thorin said. She nodded and mounted Mizim. She nudged Mizim forward. She made her way to stand beside Thorin’s pony. Mizim was only slightly taller than the ponies, yet shorter than a full grown horse. They made their way east, leaving the Shire and Bag End behind. 

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It was morning. Bilbo woke up on his bed, and suddenly realized that his house was very quiet. He walked all around his house expecting to run into the dwarves. 

“Hello?” He called out. But no one answered. The house has been cleaned up completely from the mess of the party last night, almost as if it had never happened. He double checked places where he thought someone might be hiding, but the house, was in fact, completely deserted. Giving a silent cheer to himself, he walked around with a smile on his face. His smile then fell. With out the dwarfs there, he felt a little lonesome. He saw the Contract sitting on a table. He looked at the signatures; 

Thorin son of Thrain

Alrún daughter of Aredhel

Balin son of Fundin

He then looked up with a determined face. 

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A little while later, Bilbo ran out the door of Bag End and down the path, wearing a travelling pack and holding the Contract. He ran through Hobbiton, jumping over fences and pumpkins in his haste. His neighbors shook their heads at him.

“Here! Mr. Bilbo! Where are you off to?” One of his neighbors shouted. Bilbo continued on running. 

“Can’t stop, I’m already late!” Bilbo shouted. His neighbor looked on in confusion. 

“Late for what?” He asked. Bilbo continued running out of the borders of the Shire. 

“I’m going on an adventure!” He shouted.

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The dwarves were riding their ponies, Gandalf his horse, and Alrún on Mizim, down a path through a wooded area. Alrún was silent, staring ahead. Mizim was walking at a steady pace next to Thorin’s pony. While looking content and calm, Mizim was actually alert, keeping a look out for anything that might attack the Company. Thorin glanced at his lover. 

“Are you going to tell me what had you so distracted this morning, Alrún?” He asked. She glanced at him. She then looked down and sighed. She looked up again. 

“I had a vision.” She said. Thorin looked at her. 

“A vision? But that is not part of your abilities. Unless it is,” he stated. Alrún shook her head and looked at him. 

“Visions are not part of my abilities, and that is what worries me,” she looked forward again. “The vision showed me images of Fire, Water and Air.” She said. Thorin’s eyebrows were brought together in slight confusion. 

“Three of the four Elements? The ones you are supposed to control?” He asked. She nodded. 

“A voice resounded in my head while the images were showing. The voice said, ‘The time is drawing close, Alrún, daughter of Aredhel. The time to awaken your powers and use them for good is upon you.,’” she looked at him. He nodded, letting her know to continue. “Only, the voice sounded like my mother’s. But my mother, Aredhel, she is dead,” she looked at him with slight fear in her eyes, her eye brows raised in worry. “It shouldn’t be possible for me to hear the voices of the dead, should it?” She asked. Thorin sighed and looked down. He looked at her again. He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a voice, yelling a few feet behind. 

“Wait!” The voice shouted. It sounded like the voice of Bilbo Baggins. “Wait!” The voice called again. Alrún pulled on the reins, causing Mizim to stop and turn around. The rest of the company followed suite. Bilbo ran up from behind them, Contract in hand. Alrún smiled and laughed slightly. She had never been so happy to see someone in her life, besides Thorin, that is. Bilbo caught up to them and held the contract up. “I signed it!” He called out, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. He handed Balin the contract. Balin took the contract and inspected it with a pocket-glass. He then smiled at Bilbo. 

“Everything appears to be in order,” he put the pocket-glass away and folded up the contract. “Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield and Alrún Eníredis.” He said. He winked at Bilbo as the other Dwarfs began to cheer. Alrún smiled and laughed slightly. Thorin, however didn’t look that impressed. 

“Give him a pony.” He ordered. Bilbo looked at him and shook his head. 

“No, no, no, no, that--that won’t be necessary, thank you, but I--I’m sure I can keep up on foot. I-- I--I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know,” he was oblivious to Fili and Kili riding up beside him. “I even got as far as Frogmorton once--WAGH!” His speech was cut off as the two Dwarfs picked him up and put him on a pony named Myrtle. 

Bilbo was riding Myrtle and looked quite terrified. Myrtle neighed and tossed her head, making him quite uncomfortable. Alrún looked back at him and chuckled. 

“Relax, Master Baggins,” she called out. He looked at her. She turned to look forward again. “She’s a pony, not a wild dog. She isn’t going to bite you.” She said. Mizim shook her head and gave a little huff, almost as if she were laughing. Despite Alrún saying that, Bilbo didn’t seem to relax at all. 

“Come on, Nori, pay up. Go on,” Oin shouted. Nori, looking quite displeased, tossed a sack of money to Oin, who caught it. “Hey, hey, hey!” He laughed, bouncing the sack in his hand, quite pleased. Sacks of money began being passed between the Dwarfs. Bilbo looked around confused. 

“What’s that about?” He asked, looking at Gandalf who was riding beside him. Gandalf glanced at him. 

“Oh, they took wagers on whether or not you’d turn up. Most of them bet that you wouldn’t.” He said. Bilbo looked ahead at Alrún. 

“What did she think?” He asked. Alrún turned just in time to catch a sack of money that came flying at her from Gloin. She laughed, bouncing it in her hand. She looked back at Bilbo and smiled before turned around and facing forward again. Gandalf chuckled. 

“She had no doubts that you would come.” He said. Bilbo looked at Gandalf. His expression softened slightly. 

“What did you think?” He asked. Gandalf looked ahead, his expression neutral.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. He then caught a sack of money tossed to him. “My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second.” He said and put the money into his bag. Bilbo sneezed loudly. 

“Ohh,” he groaned, sniffing. “All this horse hair, I’m having a reaction,” he began to search his pockets for his handkerchief. He was unable to find it and looked up in shock. “No, no, wait, wait, stop! Stop! We have to turn around.” Bilbo demanded. The entire company came to a halt, and the dwarves started objecting and asking what the problem was. Gandalf looked at the Hobbit. 

“What on earth is the matter?” He asked. Bilbo looked at him. 

“I forgot my handkerchief.” He said. 

“Here!” Bofur shouted. He tore a strip of cloth from his clothing. “Use this.” He tossed it to Bilbo. Bilbo caught the rag and looked at it in disgust. The dwarves began to laugh. 

“Move on.” Thorin said and they began to continue their journey. 

You’ll have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey’s end.

The Company traveled through many beautiful areas of Middle-earth. 

You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire,

Including forests, hills, and plains.   

But home is now behind you; the world is ahead.

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It was night time now, and the company was camped for the night near the edge of a cliff. Most of the dwarves were asleep, including Thorin, who was leaning against a part of the rock, dozing. Alrún leaned against Mizim, who was laying a little ways away from Thorin.  The only few who seemed to be awake were Gandalf, Fili and Kili. The Brothers were on look out, watching over the Company as they slept.  As Bombur slept, tiny flying insects got sucked into his mouth every time he inhaled, and they are expelled when he exhaled. Bilbo, who couldn’t seem to sleep, watched in disgust, then finally got up and walked around, stretching a bit. Bilbo walked over to his pony. 

“Hello, girl,” he said quietly. He stroked her muzzle. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed. After making sure no one was looking, he took out an apple from his pocket and held out on his palm to her. Myrtle ate it gratefully. “It’s our little secret, Myrtle; you must tell no one. sh, sh,” he shushed her gently as she chewed the apple. Then, a scream pierced the quiet of the night, causing Bilbo to look up in worry. He quietly made his way over to Fili and Kili in a hurry. “What was that?” He asked, pointing out and into the dark. Kili looked at Bilbo, listening to the sound of more screams. 

“Orcs.” Kili said. Alrún jolted awake as another scream was heard. This caused Mizim to wake, her head shooting up. Her ears twitched slightly, then they pressed against her head in slight alarm as she growled. Thorin woke up as the screams continued, then ceased. Alrún stood up and made her way to Thorin, who pulled her close to him. Mizim followed, standing protectively in front of her rider and her rider’s lover. Bilbo looked at the Brothers, worry on his face.

“Orcs?” He asked. He had heard stories of them from his books, but he had never heard or even seen an Orc in person.

“Throat-cutters,” Fili said, joining in with what his Brother had said. “There’ll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them.” He said. Bilbo looked from the edge of the cliff to the two Dwarfs, who decided they wanted to try and scare the poor Hobbit. 

“They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone’s asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams, just lots of blood.” Kili said quietly. Their plan worked as Bilbo looked away in fright. Fili and Kili looked at each other and began chuckling.

“You think that’s funny?” Thorin asked. Mizim moved out of the way as Thorin walked over to his nephews. He did not look happy. “You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?” He asked, looking at them. Alrún sighed and made her way over to them. She stood behind Thorin. Kili looked down in shame. 

“We didn’t mean anything by it.” He said quietly. 

“No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world.” Thorin said angrily. He walked off to the edge of the cliff and looked out over the valley, crossing his arms behind his back. Alrún looked at her nephew. 

“I’ll go speak to him,” she said. She then looked down at them. “Make sure you think before you make jokes like that.” She said, giving a gentle smile. She walked over to Thorin and gently placed her hand on his back. Thorin looked down at her, she was a bit shorter than he was, reaching his chest in height. Thorin and Dwalin were the taller Dwarfs of the Company. Thorin looked back out at the valley as his lover spoke to him. Mizim walked over to the young Dwarfs, gently bumping her forehead against Kili’s head. Kili chuckled and stroked her fur as Mizim laid down next to him with a huff. Balin, who was now awake, walked up to Fili and Kili. 

“Don’t mind them, laddie,” he said. The two brothers looked at the older Dwarf. “Thorin and Alrún have more cause than most to hate orcs.” He said. Fili looked over at his aunt and uncle in wonder. Balin began telling the story of the Battle of Azanulbizar, or better known as, the Battle of Moria.

After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria.

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//The Bold is Balin telling the story. The bold and Italicized are flashbacks from Moria// 

But Our enemy had got there first. 

Thousand of dwarves and orcs fought in front of the gates of Moria. Thorin, Thror, Thrain, Balin, and Dwalin fought fiercely. Alrún

fought as well, creating spikes of earth to stab through the Orcs. She also created walls of earth as a shield, fighting also with her sword, cutting and stabbing. Mizim, who would still be considered a pup, fended off against Orcs, her teeth baring, letting out barks and growls of anger.

Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs lead by the most vile of all their race: Azog, the Defiler. 

A massive, pale, orc wiped out many dwarves with his mace, then engaged King Thror.

The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin and the line of Eníredis, which, if he managed to do so, the line of Eníredis would end with Alrún. He began by beheading the King.

Azog, having defeated King Thror, held up his beheaded head as he roared. Thorin stared in shock. Hearing the roar, Alrún turned and gasped, she covered her mouth with her hand as tears began falling from her eyes. Azog then flung the head, which bounced and rolled to stop at Thorin’s feet. 

“Nooo!” Thorin and Alrún shouted out together in defiance. Mizim raised her head in the air, howling in sadness and the death of the King. 

Thrain, Thorin’s father, and Alrún’s protector was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us.

The orcs overpowered the dwarves, and the dwarves fled for their lives.

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Balin looked at the brothers and Bilbo, who had also sat down in front if the fire, listening to the story. Balin smiled.

"That is when I saw them," he said. He looked over at the couple. "A young dwarf prince and his One facing down the Pale Orc."

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Alrún stood in front of Thorin, and raised her arms, crossing them. A wall of rock formed in front of the both of them. Azog moved forward, the wall not fazing him one bit. Azog swung his mace, breaking the wall of rock. The force sent Alrún flying into the arms of Thorin. Before she had the chance to stand again, Azog stood in front of her and smacked her out of the way with his hand. She lay there, dazed, unable to move. Thorin stared at Alrún in horror. Mizim tried to lunge at Azog, but was intercepted by a group of Orcs.

"Alrún!" He shouted. He turned and faced Azog. Azog swung his mace again and knocked Thorin's shield away first, then his sword. Thorin fell down an embankment and landed on the ground. Alrùn, now coming back to her senses, reached out her hand and curled it into a fist. A dome of rock surrounded Thorin, making a shield of sorts. Azog, undeterred by the dome, smashed through it. The mace was stopped by the force of it hitting the earth, therefore, not hitting Thorin. Alrùn's strength failed her, and she passed out from exhaustion.

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He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armor rent, Thorin wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield.

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Azog leapt to smash Thorin, but Thorin grabbed an oaken branch lying on the round and managed to roll away in time. A little bit away, Alrún had woken from being unconscious and was running to her Lover's aid. Azog continued wielding his mace against Thorin, who was still on the ground, but Thorin blocked Azog's mace with the oaken branch, which he used as a shield. At that point, Alrún jumped from a ledge and stood in front of Azog, her face held nothing but anger for the Pale Orc. This allowed Thorin to stand and grab the sword of a fallen Dwarf. Alrún thrust her hand forward, sending spikes of Earth towards Azog. The Orc managed to dodge the spikes. She lowered her hand, and the spikes went into the ground again. This allowed Thorin enough time to push Alrún behind him and swing his sword, cutting off Azog’s left arm, his mace arm, from below the elbow. Azog clutched the stump of his arm and fell to his knee as he howled in pain.

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Azog, the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin and Eníredis would not be so easily broken.

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Azog was rushed into Moria by other orcs. Thorin and Alrún raised their swords, shouting; "*Du Bekâr!" They rallied the dwarves to battle. Mizim gave a howl of triumph before joining the Dwarfs in pushing back the Orcs. They stop fleeing and returned to the battle, fighting ferociously. The dwarves now seemed to have the advantage.

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"Our forces rallied and drove the orcs back. Our enemy had been defeated. But there was no feast, no song, that night," Balin looked down sadly. He was there. He was one of the Dwarfs who had survived.

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The battlefield was covered in the corpses of dwarves and orcs; the surviving dwarves wept with one another over their loss.

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For our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived.

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Balin and Dwalin, younger than they were now, hugged and put their foreheads together as they wept. Balin, still weeping, looked up and saw Thorin framed in the sunlight, pulling Alrún into a hug as she wept, kissing the side of her head. Mizim stood in front of Rider and her Rider’s lover, scanning the battle field. Thorin was still holding his oaken branch.

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Balin looked at Alrún and Thorin, who were still standing, looking over the valley. Thorin had his arm around Alrún, holding her close to his side. Mizim got up and walked over to the young woman, pushing her head underneath Alrún’s palm. She looked down and smiled, stroking her Wolf’s fur, before looking out over the valley again.     

"And I thought to myself then, there were two who I could follow. There were two I could call King and Queen." He said. Thorin and Alrún turned away from the view beyond the cliff. The entire Company was awake and standing in awe, staring at them. The two walked between the company, Mizim following, toward the fire.

"But the pale orc?" Bilbo asked, causing Balin and Alrún to look at the Hobbit. "What happened to him?" He asked.

"He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago." Thorin said. Balin and Gandalf shared an uneasy look. Alrún glanced at them. She also knew the truth of what happened. She knew, that if she told Thorin what really happened, he would deny it. She knew that it wasn't right to keep him in the dark, but she feared that the truth would be too much for him to handle. She turned her head slightly, glancing behind her. She felt as if the company was being watched. As Mizim stood next to her, she could sense that her Wolf felt the same. As if they were being watched. Alrún shook her head, thinking nothing of it.

What Alrún didn't know, was that the Company was in fact, being watched. And not by friendly eyes. A group of Wargs and Orcs was there, spying on the Company. Yazneg, their leader, spoke to the rest in Black Speech, the Native Language, and the only language, the Orcs could speak.

"Send word to the Master. We have found the Dwarf-scum and the Half-Breed." Yazneg commanded, smiling with evil intent.

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can you do Lana for the name thing xx

Of course! 💖🌈

As far as I could find out, there are quite a few very different possible etymologies for Lana, the most common of which seem to be “calm as still waters,” “little rock” and light. So you have lots of various options! 😊

Quildanen “still water” (quilda quiet, hushed, still + nén water)Ruanen “still water” (rua steady, still, tranquil + nén water)Ondollë “little stone” (ondo stone + diminutive ending -llë) Sarnë “small stone” (sarn- “small stone” + feminine ending -ë)Cala / Cálë light (can be used as such for a name)