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[freesia-writes]

Tag List Update/Purge

Hi peeps -- I'd like to refresh my tag list to ensure I'm not needlessly tagging people who are no longer interested (or on Tumblr at all, haha). If you'd like to remain on it and continue to be tagged, please COMMENT on this post (not reblog or like, so I can keep it all in one place).

I'll give y'all a week (til July 28), and if I don't hear from you I'll take you off for now. You can always sign up again via the Tag List Form. THIS GOES FOR BOTH BLOGS -- freesia-writes and spicy-clones!

Note! This is not to make more space, so no worries about that! It's just to make sure I'm only tagging the peeps that want it. 😊

You can also let me know if you'd just like to stay on the Discord Server where I only post works (no chatting).

Much love to all of you and thanks for all the support over the last year and a half. 😊

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[catthefearless]

Never enough time

I didn’t factor time into things

But it turns out it was the most important thing

I tried time and again to get you to understand

Only to be told you didn’t have enough time

and how dare I tell you otherwise.

You only seemed to care when time didn’t matter

When you had ample amounts of it for us

Now, there’s never enough time

But here’s the thing: time matters in another way

For me it meant you never made enough time

Just for us to play and to enjoy ourselves

With you gone for good, I have plenty of time

just for myself to sit and wonder what happened

a little broken hearted and very disappointed. 

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[fizzyxcustard]

Works from my old blog (fizzy-custard) - MASTERLIST

Imagine it is yours and Thorin’s wedding night and you assumed he was sexually experienced but he’s a virgin. (The Hobbit)

Raymond de Merville x Reader request - Raymond is infuriated and appalled at your un-ladylike ways as you are a member of the French royal family. Requested by thorins-magnificent-ass (Pilgrimage) 

Raymond de Merville prompt request - You sneak into Raymond’s quarters at nightfall (Pilgrimage)

Raymond de Merville ‘you’re a terrible cook’ prompt request (Pilgrimage)

Imagine you are to be married off to another man but are having a secret love affair with Guy (Robin Hood; Guy of Gisborne) 

Imagine Thorin pushing you away because he believes he’s too old for you (The Hobbit)

Imagine going on an undercover mission with John Porter; you are in a secret relationship (Strike Back)

Imagine that you think your body is disgusting, but Thorin reassures you that he loves it. (The Hobbit)

Courting Thorin would include head canon (The Hobbit)

Courting Fili would include head canon (The Hobbit)

Imagine Thorin goes to a prostitute to try and get over his frustration of loving you, but can’t bring himself to be intimate with anyone else (The Hobbit)

Imagine you are the one who gives Raymond his scar (Pilgrimage)

Various sentence prompts for Raymond de Merville x Reader (Pilgrimage - requested by deepestfirefun)

‘You can’t leave yet’ prompt request for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by sweeticedtea)

‘You’re trembling’ prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by pixiedurango)

Courting Kili would include head canon (The Hobbit)

Kiss prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by imusicfreak)

Kiss prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit)

Courting Dwalin would include (The Hobbit)

Various sentence prompts for modern!Raymond de Merville (Pilgrimage - requested by nowiloveandwilllove)

‘Why do I even bother’ prompt for Raymond (Pilgrimage - requested by tendersquishyjaime)

The word ‘coffee’ and John Porter (Strike Back)

The word ‘devil’ and Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by deepestfirefun)

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Protego

Posted three chapters of my Anaticula pre-prequel series for the Marauders era up to my oc’s eleventh year when she gets her letter. Going to use the tags on the Anaticula series I used for the rewrite last time. 

Ao3 link here

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Tag All –

@himoverflowers, @theincaprincess, @aspiringtranslator, @sweeticedtea, @ggbbhehe4455, @thegreyberet, @patanghill17, @jesgisborne, @curvestrology, @alishlieb, @jogregor, @armitageadoration, @fizzyxcustard, @here2have-fun, @lilith15000, @marvels-ghost, @catthefearless, @imjusthereforthereads, @c-s-stars

Voted for me to post -

@theincaprincess, @inhabitant-of-the-void, @emrfangirl

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current tag list not mentioned - @devilishminx328​, @jesevans​ 

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Omg,I love it! Is that really how hope is spelled in Khuzdul?

That is indeed the Neo-Khuzdul spelling of Hope as a noun (Type 10, abstract concept, on the formula aCCâC) I personally HC that the Blacklocks tend to choose their outernames in Khuzdul(totes rebels, yo) rather than the norse/Adunâic we see for Durin's Folk. (FYI, Hope in old Norse doesn't really exist as a name, the modern-day Scandinavian usage of it as a name is also exceedingly rare - I've never met anyone called Håb or Hope or a derivative myself...)

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[freesia-writes]

Can I shamelessly ask that any of y'all who are willing would hop over to Ao3 and leave kudos on my Hunter fic?

(promise I won't be using the tag list for stuff like this regularly)

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[catthefearless]

Sometimes, I swear, his spirit follows me! Random mugs sitting at the check-out area of the store I was in.

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Familiar Strangers: Part IV

A/N: I’m finally back to this amazing little story. Thanks to @littlefreya​ and the Cavill fan club for the inspiration for this one!

This contains 18+ material.  Sexual Situations, Oral Sex (M/F giving/receiving), Explicit Content, Language. Please proceed with caution!

Previous Parts:

Part I

Part II 

Part III

We were married at sunset that very day with very few in attendance. I wasn’t prepared for such an occasion, but when the King insists, it’s followed through. Ready or not.

I sit with my ladies, a few weeks after the wedding as we do needlework, but I can’t for the life of me sit still.

“My lady, are you alright?”

“Mhm. I’m just going to go for a walk. Please excuse me.” Being queen had been a rough transition from being a commoner or peasant in this case. Rumors flew about but Henry likely ignored them more than anything.  

“Your majesty!”  

A voice pulls me from me reverie. It’s Charles Brandon.  

“Charles! I- What are you doing on the grounds? I expected you to be in Henry’s meeting.” He simply chuckled, eyeing me up and down. He thinks I don’t notice.  

“I was actually looking for you, my lady.” He said as he joined me on my walk. After a bit of silence, he looked at me. “How are you and the king?”  

“We have only been married a short time Charles! I’m not sure how I feel about it.” My gaze must have alarmed him.  

“The king wants-”  

“Charles, please. I understand he wants an heir. I do hope his love is true. If it is not, I shall be truly devastated and a fool for believing him.”  

We both came to an archway that was hidden. Well, sort of. I don’t meet his gaze but he pulls my chin up to look up at him. My heart starts beating faster. There was something about Charles that made me happy. I know he’s married and has a child on the way.  

However some of the fantasies I have on bad days make things a bit better. I sometimes dream of him coming to my bed and eating my soaking cunt then pounding the living hell out of me. His cock throbbing with each harsh thrust and him filling me with his seed. I realized that it wasn’t Henry I wanted at times, but his best friend. Holy fuck, what is wrong with me? I’m married to the king for fuck’s sake!

“His majesty does not deserve a beauty like you.” His voice drops to a soft murmur. I understand him quite clearly. He must feel that same way I do. “He does not deserve any woman. You deserve better.” I felt his cock grew hard as he pressed me against the stone and his body against mine. I could feel my arousal start up. Not now. Why now?

“Charles-” I dare gaze up into his beautiful green eyes. This was such a stupid ass idea. “I’m married to the King. Yet, I have dreamed of nights of your pleasures. We cannot do it. You are also married.” It hold his hand. He seemed like a giant to me. His hand cupped my cheek then.  

“Then we must.” He whispered as his lips crashed into mine. I returned the kiss as my body went on autopilot and grinded against his growing cock. I wanted him, no scratch that, needed him. He felt that same desire I did.  

“Not here.” I muttered after a few moments. “We must do it in secret. Away from prying eyes.” He nodded.

The ball was elegant. Well, every party was really. Henry and I watched as people danced, chatted and enjoyed each other’s company. Charles came up and bowed. “Your majesties. Lovely party isn’t it?” Henry and I chuckle.  

“Of course it is Charles! What can we do for you?”  

“If I have his majesty’s permission, I wish to dance with the Queen.”  

“Of course! Be kind with her.”  

“Henry! Darling, it’s alright. I can handle whatever Mr. Brandon throws at me.” I wink at him. Henry complied and allowed me to go with Charles. We go into the crowd and start to dance.  

“You are certainly beautiful. You are always beautiful.”  

“Charming, Charles.” I tease. After our dance, I go back to Henry. Later, I receive a message and excuse myself as I go down to the room I was requested to. Empty. I go over to the bed and lay down. Whatever joke this was not amusing whatsoever. I sighed and closed my eyes.  

{Charles}  

I slipped into the room. I knew she was here. Time was not on my side but it was now or never.  Dancing with her was a dream. I had wanted her since I first laid eyes on her. Now our fantasies come true. Seeing her laid on the bed, my cock twitched. Here we go.  

Slipping under her dress, I felt her arousal then gave it a taste. Her moan started off quiet then grew the more I ate her delicious pussy. Damn, she was perfect.  

“Charles!” She whined when I stopped.  

“Now, now, patience is a virtue.”  

“Shut up and come here.” She undid my trousers and started to suck my cock. Pleasure shot through me and I groaned. It was amusing to see her choke on it. I came several times in that pretty mouth of hers. I finally pull away from the slobbery mess she became. Such a good little cockwhore.  

Without warning, I slam right into her soaking cunt. Her expression was one of surprise. She was tight but as I continued thrusting myself into her, she became accustomed. Her moans grew in crescendo as she grew close to her climax. I toy with her pussy as she writhes.  

“Charles… let me cum, daddy!” She begged.  

“Cum for daddy, love. Daddy wants to cum.” An animalistic tendency filled my being as I went faster.  

“Charles-” Her declaration was cut off as she came and I did so as well, filling her pussy with my seed. I wanted her to have my child, not Henry’s. He didn’t deserve her.  

I did. 

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Acorn Castles

Ok, here is the Firebender series. I know! I finally finished it after having been swamped with ideas for other series. :D

All –

@himoverflowers​​, @theincaprincess​​, @aspiringtranslator​​, @sweeticedtea​​, @thegreyberet​​, @patanghill17​​, @jesgisborne​​, @curvestrology​​, @alishlieb​​, @jogregor​​, @armitageadoration​​, @fizzyxcustard​​, @here2have-fun​​, @lilith15000​​, @marvels-ghost​​, @catthefearless​​, @imjusthereforthereads​​, @c-s-stars​​, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​​, @mariannetora​​, @shes-a-killer-kween​, @ggbbhehe4455

Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim​, @jotink78​, @pastelhexmaniac​

x Thorin – @evyiione​, @deepestfirefun​, @queenoferebor​

@bun-bun-the-rabbit​​

Bruised and bloody you sat by the stream waiting on the Dwarves to finish bathing for your turn. None of the Dwarves wished to see you in pain or so badly afflicted by training. Dwalin out of all of them bore the weight the hardest, silently wringing the blood stain from his knee on his pants from a move ending with his leg hitting you in the nose. There was little faith when Gandalf showed up with your shivering wide eyed self to BagEnd after having wrangled another innocent bystander into the mix of his Journey claiming you would be the perfect Dragon Slayer.

A life of isolation on a tiny island with nothing but snow, snow and more snow a prank from the other young adults in the village ended with your being sent out to sea on a patch of ice. Another world where you should have been raised from firmer stuff but you were a scientist, a dreamer child of the two top researchers in protection of whales and all Arctic life leaving you less than popular for their impressions of the villagers who had been there forever holding less than factual impressions of each creature you came across.

It was decided to train you up as you couldn’t be left alone and no matter how hard you were hit even by accident you always got up and even once made Dwalin impressively scoot back half a foot in a full body slam at his urging leaving you groaning on your back in the collapse after. A rousing round of claps and cheers sure didn’t help your dislocated shoulder Oin was less than gentle in twisting back into place triggering a three day death of your arm unable to be rotated at all issuing warnings to him not to mend your dislocations that way again, because they knew it would occur again.

You were never greatly overweight, but in the surface of the water it was as if you were looking at a stranger. Thin and lean with dips and curves tracing each burning torn muscle throbbing to warn you of its injuries through each movement. Even in drying you could feel the silhouette of your figure had altered beyond what you had assumed possible. Not that you lacked motivation, you had scores to any task you wished to take on, merely when it came to fitness you preferred having a trainer or workout buddy, something severely lacking back home where you had no friends except for your giant fluffy bear dog now splashing through the lake following Thorin’s raven Roac. He loves to run and so the treadmill was your go to for cardio, something now helping at least to keep you from a heart attack through the body morphing wrestling and weapon training bouts.

Using your severely blistered hands bundled in sturdy unforgiving bandages small smooth stones were gathered up and in a circle you began to build the first house. Always while the men bathed or hunted for supper once you had been guarded through gathering wood or water on your own you would be found creating tiny villages with stones, clover, moss, twigs, leaves or any other items you might find around camp. Each day growing more extravagant with crude shovels from sticks used to carve out little lakes or streams through the town stirring soft grins onto your face. The act itself childish from the days of their youth stirring memories from each Dwarf of their own building blocks from days long gone, yet the act all the more admirable to them as it showed along with your adamant resolve that there were similarities between your races and upon that you might just find comfort in Erebor.

“Uncle, she’s doing it again.” Kili murmured in Khuzdul using his arm in a faked scrub of his face and hair to block the movement of his mouth.

“I see that,” Balin replied while Thorin wrung out his hair on the bank slowing himself to dry a bit more before pulling on his pants. Always as the leader he had to inspect his Company, even the ever unwelcoming Bilbo who did all he could to puff up and make certain it was known he did not take kindly to stares. You had shared that back home you would often wake up with small bruises without source. But the truth was far from comforting as through training they could find hand prints and large swollen bruised chunks of your body often leading to one or more of them to have to excuse and re-gather themselves from bursting into tears for the pain them in their stronger physiques had put upon you.

He hated this, but you would never survive if you were not trained, even in speaking often found to be too shy to meet the eye of those who spoke to you around the dinner fire. Gaze forward making certain not to impose. Not to be a hindrance. Not to create extra work for the Dwarves who made note of every accomplishment. Including the first time you could lift the saddle of your horse on your own halting Bofur and Bifur from assisting you on dressing him every day that stirred a wide smile from yourself to the ground in a silent moment of self pride bolstering the mood of the men on the beginnings of that gusty unpleasant day.

“Ah, a fine village, is that your former home?” Bilbo asked, the Hobbit’s arrival at your side had the Dwarves’ beards bristling as they didn’t notice his departure and from irritation on the chance you might be hindered from your silent hobby of assumed he was ridiculing you.

“Oh, no. There’s a game, back home, where you get to build your village and there are these houses with animals in them and you can go through the island fishing and collecting fruit and digging up treasure. I usually just recreate the layouts from the different versions I saw in a book on the game.”

Bilbo grinned inching closer on his knees helping to secure a tiny fence you secured the end of by winding another blade of grass to bind it to the twigs around it. “Well a fine job you are doing if I might say so. Built many a fairy dwelling myself in my Fauntling days.”

“Well, way I see it, if I build a Kingdom a day from here to Erebor I might be strong enough to face a Dragon.”

Bilbo patted your arm, “That is a marvelous plan. Perhaps I might take up building myself to practice planning on burgling a hoard. Confidence is half the effort, well concluded.”

Smirking to yourself as the words sank into the hearts of the hushed Dwarves you said, “Or at the very least I could fib and say I have experience in building to make it on a work crew. Lord knows there will be plenty to rebuild if it’s how I picture it. Dragons aren’t very slender creatures, all tail and wings bound to knocked a wall or two.”

Bilbo asked, “Any clue on how to face him yet?”

“Well, one would hope he has just left when we arrive, but fill a hand with dirt the other with wishes, which fills faster. What my Dad always said.” It wasn’t pride in your tone but pain, they could all feel the pain those words inflicted on you, how harshly they resonated and now they all had a deep ache to ensure any wish of yours possible to fulfill they would ensure came true. “Truth is, our Lords and Princes slew our Dragons to the last one proving their might. There isn’t much known about them to the public past they are gone now.”

Bilbo wet his lips seeing your melancholy gaze to the moss roof you were adding to a little bridge with a road underneath to help with rainwater collection, “Why does that make you sad?”

Glancing up you shook your head saying, “It seems you can’t throw a stone without hitting someone or a people with a terrible tale to tell about the Fire Nation, where I came from. Nothing but cinders and burnt bloody paths to bring about our glorious empire.” His hand extended to land on your knee drawing your eyes to his, “We’re not all bad. Some of us are just trying to make it day to day while our soldiers are out ruining our honor. We used to be so great, so good, that’s why the dragons gave us their fire in the beginning. And we repayed them by hunting them down and mounting their heads on our temple walls.”

Bilbo shook his head while the Dwarves just about were ready to cry for this truth they were just learning, “You are not bad. Farthest thing from it. There is no Fire Nation here, you are from the Shire.” He said nodding his head, “Consider yourself an honorary Baggins. I’m certain together we can see the end of that greedy old dragon, hopefully he’s long to bones when we get there, but in these lands our Dragons from what I’m told give naught but grief and destruction, no fire givers here. Two separate buckets entirely.” That drew a weak try for a chuckle from you and he wet his lips asking the question burning at him, “How did you end up all alone where Gandalf found you?”

“Oh,” you sighed out, “My father angered the Fire Lord so he banished us to a Northern Water Colony in the middle of a tundra of an island. The other children despised me, for where I came from, what they thought I was. But my parents were scientists, studied the animals and plants, what little there was. One day they must have snuck in unhitching my wagon from the trailer and left me and my dog out on a block of ice not realizing it’d break off and send me out to sea.”

“Varmints!” Dwalin growled drawing your eye a moment luring mutters of his try to not rant about how they didn’t deserve your company or presence on their island at all for treating you as such.

“Wasn’t all bad, I got big Bo out of the move. He doesn’t mind my company.”

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“Trolls have the ponies,” Fili whispered to Kili only to have them flinch when you whispered behind them.

“What are trolls?” They both looked at you and you asked, “Like live under bridges, Trolls? We only have those in stories. How do you fight them?”

Kili, “Best way is daylight, but that’s hours off yet.”

“Boggins!” The pair said and rushed off to fetch Bilbo.

Under furrowed brows your eyes narrowed finding the ponies and from behind a tree you eyed a giant bubbling cauldron for a stew. All at once Bilbo was suddenly upside down gripped by a hand without a source and in the moment of deliberation whether or not to disarm to the order of the invisible Troll the men all seemed to be looking up at. Hard and fast you raced out and slammed your feet into the cauldron sending it onto the now screaming trio you caught faint slivers of from the scalding liquid sliding down their bodies. While the Company had gathered to catch Bilbo, who was sent flying your eyes scanned over the clearing to your quickening breaths asking, “Where are they?!”

The last of the liquid had lessened to where you could barely make it out in the campfire aiding in shadows to blot out their heavy steps in the grass, “What does she mean?” Gloin asked stirring questioning mutters from the Dwarves.

A swing of an arm straight for your head had Thorin shouting, “Down!”

You complied and Bifur asked, “You can’t see them? At all?”

“Sunlight,” you muttered, “Turn around! Cover your eyes!” A hand back to the campfire through a deep inhale spurred on a stunning back flip away from the invisible trio and in a wave of arms to a pausing position with hands joined outstretched in front of you the Dwarves’ mouths dropped to the wave of fire flying from the wood to your palms. A circle of your hands and a wave like motion of your arm to your right to a lift of your leg to ease it back close to a lunge began the circle of the brightening flames behind your back. The swing of your left arm came with a pendulum spin with your leg kicking up as your torso dropped to rise again, a quarter of a pirouette motion with your leg came before another dropping spin with arms guiding the flames to spark up. Fingertips gliding through the wall of flames stirring up blips of lightning while the Trolls shielded their eyes and the Dwarves turned while Bilbo hid himself behind Bombur. 

Brighter and brighter in the distance the Elves on guard took notice of the sunlit bubble just hours to midnight. Deep breaths to the dimming of the light had the group peeking out to watch your final paused pose with palms sliding together in front of your chest through the drop of your foot to plant beside your other foot. Bilbo asked in his inching step out, “Fire Nation? You, didn’t mean, literal fire the Dragons gave you?”

“Well,” you said then wet your lips that only stayed dry like the rest of your mouth. “We have an internal flame, I’m only self trained. Dad hated benders, having worked so long under them.”

Dwalin, “benders?”

“Those in the Fire Nation who can control fire. My parent’s were non-benders I couldn’t tell them. But there was no shortage of books to sneak from the library on bending techniques.”

Thorin just about hummed out, “You can control fire? Does Gandalf know of this?”

“No.” A whine from Bo turned your head to find him dragging a sack of potatoes you claimed and opened, “Potatoes?” That had the search for treasure on lit by a torch from the campfire you had sent the flames back to. Inside the hoard from the food you followed Thorin’s call to bring you over.

“Miss Pear, here,” your eyes fell to the twin blades and bow with a quiver he packed for you with arrows from several other half packed quivers found within the hoard. “These are more suited for someone your height, Elven made by the looks of it, light and sturdy. Might not trust the lot, but the forest dwellers can smith a fine blade.”

“Thank you,” to your braid hanging frayed over your chest his eyes sank making yours as well, “Something on me?”

Catching those same silver flecked purple eyes looking down at him he shook his head stealing another glance to your dusty dirtied wild curls normally in a shimmering white with speckles of tiny hues of colors temptingly close to opals under direct moon or sunlight nearly driving the Company to requesting a lock of it to treasure always. “Just, your braid has seen better days. I must ask though, did your parents have hair similar to yours?”

“Oh, no. Mother had the curls, but she went into labor while a volcano erupted and sought shelter in a temple for the spirit of the magma. When I was born my eyes and hair were like this.” Down your gaze shifted and you added, “Part of why I was decided to wed my betrothed.”

Balin, “You we’re separated from your lover?”

Locking eyes on him you shook your head, “I’ve never met Turok, his father once in passing when I was a child. He was a General and spoke to the Fire Lord who proclaimed the match.”

Thorin’s brows furrowed, “The Fire Lord proclaimed your match?”

You nodded, “Anyone of standing in the Fire Nation weds who the Fire Lord chooses for us.”

“That’s absurd!” Came at once from the Company and Bombur said, “And terribly cruel. Did you find one you wished to marry but could not?”

“No, I was sent to an all girls school once my match was set and I was secluded from any males outside my bloodline. Until we got sent to the Water Tribe village that is. There was no risk of any trying to befriend me let alone try for a match with me.”

Thorin let out a growling breath and locked his eyes on yours to say, “There is a great deal of cruelty I wish to blow back onto your clan for what you have endured.”

Dwalin said, “We will ensure when we are toasting and feasting to our return you will have no shortage of dance partners.”

“Oh, well, you might have to teach me the dances. We weren’t allowed to dance until our wedding lessons for the ceremony.”

For a tense moment the group held back their comments and Bombur broke the silence, “We should load the wagon with the food we have found, what could be salvaged, then rest up for he night back at camp and move on ahead.”

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Across your back Bo slept in his usual way covering most of your body comforting the Dwarves that while you had a thick fur coat too warm for the chilly front rolling in leaving you just to your bedroll and a thin blanket that you would be warm enough. Past the now statue Trolls and bunnies and foxes eating the veggies from the spilled cauldron Gandalf strolled curious of what had occurred through the night. The trunk spotted through the cover parted by his staff on the back of your wagon he had found you, Bo and your things inside of he eyed the gold and treasure that with a muttered enchantment would not be visible to any outside the Company while inside the wagon.

Drawing back his staff he continued past the wagon finding you again with the creeping sunrise seated upright on your own a bit of distance from the camp giving off a faint shimmer through your morning meditations. Another odd trait the Dwarves tolerated once Gandalf had given his best guess it was a time for reflection to see if the Valar might send you guidance on your road ahead. A stick crunching underfoot opened your eyes and he could feel your return to the present next seeing your body turn and rise to grin in the usual way and welcome him back again.

Disbelieving Gandalf eyed you with Bofur and Bifur holding your hands a few moments into Thorin’s defense of you in that if Gandalf, who brought you into this Company, doubted your abilities then he did not deserve a demanded performance of said abilities. The dispute solidifying that there would be no trip to Rivendell souring Gandalf’s mood entirely to vanishing on the wind as soon as he had arrived to try and speak with Elrond to lure the Company there.

“Don’t you lower your eyes,” Gloin said as you helped to clear up camp in readying to head out. “Stubborn Wizard should have never thought he could demand a display, you were trembling after stoning those Trolls. No need to strain yourself without cause.”

Dwalin patted your back in passing you with his saddle resting on his shoulder in a subtle sign not to back up. “Listen to him Lass, not as if the wandering folk can control our Company. Barely a month all together that Wizard has traveled with us always off on the wind. You have seniority.”

Oin came over triple checking, “You are certain you are not burned?”

“Fire is more than heat, it’s light, a living thing. I can be burned but it would take some doing and I would have to be caught off guard.”

Oin nodded passing you a kerchief with a few berries in it, “A snack, last not scavenged by critters before the looming frost.”

He walked off with your thanks and the group made certain that you made it up onto your horse with ease as Nori and Dori secures their ponies behind Gandalf’s horse to pull the wagon they shared the front bench to. South you turned and for days stealing glances back when pausing for breaks distant echoes of more horses kept luring your attention to the empty distance even through the start of another deluge. Grumpy in the wagon Bo slept or moped looking through the front window lying on top of your bags while you sat under your rain cloak trying to keep from nodding off at your body’s urge to curl up when it rained. Another adorable trait for the Dwarves who ensured to have your tent ready upon camping on rainy days to grant you a mini nap before waking you for meals.

“I heard it that time,” Ori exclaimed as you turned for the end of the green pastures towards the distant mountains with slightly rockier ground around a well worn dirt path the men claimed their kin used often when they cross these ways.

“See! I’m not crazy!”

“No one said you were,” Bombur said patting his hand on your leg to his right unable to reach your knee on your tall horse.

Thorin stayed in a huff, “Probably those Elves Gandalf was so keen on visiting. We will lose them in the pass to the Mines.”

“What’s that like?”

Dwalin, “Dark,”

Fili, “Thousands of goblins,”

Kili, “Wargs too! One of the most winding forgetful paths our kin have laid to ward off intruders.”

“Sounds cozy,” Bilbo muttered and Thorin glanced back at you with a nod of his head, “If you feel up to it you could ride up with us up front.”

“I’m good back here out of your way. You know the path. Besides I have a habit of startling my horse friend here still.”

Lowly he chuckled and turned forward remembering the time a you had woken up from another rainy day nap and made your horse rear up sending you hard onto your back in the mud after your full body jerk to a leaf hitting your face. “Change your mind just trot on up.”

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Dark and full of screeches the pass stretched on and on. When a glowing breath of a tiny flame behind your hand to peek at your pocket watch on your lap signaled for the night to camp in the pitch black cavern. A small cave was located and thanks to your flame between your palms it was lit up for all to sit inside once two axes were used to secure the cover for the entrance.

Between Bifur and Bofur you crept to the dark lapping river announcing its location even in the dark, another silent marker for their kin who unlike you and Bilbo had a clear view of the path with their eyes so tuned to the dark. Listening between shuddering breaths uncertain of when you had ever been in a place so dark stirring up a fear you didn’t want to admit their kind could not understand as the darkness was not debilitating to them. By feel alone each water skin was lowered into the frigid waters bubbling until full signaling your move to fill the next. “What is that?” You asked eyeing a glint in the distance to your right upstream.

By the sound of their collars shifting you knew they eyed the path to the right finding the odd glint you must be speaking of. Along the muddy ground under the surface it bumped and bobbed until wetting your lips you set the skins down to dunk your arm down nearly to your shoulder. Biting back a wince and gasp from the temperature you kept reaching seeing it was lower than your hand causing your knees on the edge of the river to slide. Onto your belt securing your over shirt the pair took hold to keep you on the shore watching your shift back as the slimy muddy mess with the glowing core came closer to the surface. “It’s slimy,” You muttered and from the hard rocky edge of the stream your other hand lowered to start scrubbing only brightening the area. Hastily Bifur removed his cloak to dangle around the water above your heads and hands blocking some of it. Above the surface the brightly glowing stone with a milky galaxy of glittering mist and waves in spectrums of colors shifted in your palms now fully cleaned narrowing the pupils of the awed Dwarves and yourself. Their focus shifted to returning to the cave as you asked, “What sort of stone is this?”

Bofur said, “Best take it inside.”

“Right,” You said hastily plopping it though the neck of your shirt darkening the world to you again for Bifur to re-secure his cloak around his neck. “Sorry.”

Bofur patted your back translating Bifur’s signing, “No apologies, we admired it as well. Quite a treasure you found there.”

Water skins were gathered up and to the cave the pair guided you to find the Dwarves smirking taking notice of your soaked sleeves. “Fall in?” Kili chortled out to Fili’s snickering.

Bifur however signed that you had found something and mouths dropped with Gloin saying, “Glowing stone? What stone?”

After ensuring the cover was secured behind you, awkwardly you dug into your outer shirt to bring out the lemon sized stone filling every crack of the cave with brilliant light. Dropping the jaws of the Dwarves who each tenderly took their chance to inspect it while Bilbo straightening up the blanket he had set down for your spot to keep a chill off you from the freezing stone similar to his spot. At his side you heard the debating Dwarves unable to come to a conclusive name for the stone that as Bilbo finally got his turn he asked noticing the tears in your eyes at another glance to the swirling colors inside that had quickened and slowed by how far it was from you. “Miss Pear, why are you crying?”

Post subtle sniffle you answered, “I don’t know why, but there’s something about it that makes me sad. Like an old memory.” Ori beside you patted your back and you said shaking your head, “Maybe it’s like something from an old story sparking up in my head.”

Ori, “I used to cry seeing gourds, took me a while before I remembered about this one scene of parted lovers from a tale our Amad told us when we were little. It will surface in time.” He smiled as you glanced his way, grinning to his, “You will see.”

Dwalin said, “Might be able to wrangle up something to help cover that if you like.”

“No, I have an idea.” The men got to fixing dinner while subtly you crept out to dig in the hoard from the Troll trunks. With a handful of copper cups full of white gold coins and a white gold chain the men smirked seeing you sit on the cold dirt by the ponies napping in the safe warm cave that with your hands you dug a hole just a bit larger than the stone lighting the activity.

Hot and hard into your palms you blew licks of flames until you felt the right temperature to lift the first coin you flattened to their awe to fill what they realized was a mold in the dirt. Steadily the hole was filled until the back was forged. Next the first cup was heated and using the dagger in your boot thin strips like wire were set aside then woven into a pair of trees. The trunk spiraled splitting into smaller groups of spiraled branches reaching to the edges matching the shorter roots. Then against the back you used your water skin to clean and polish smooth with more flames from between your lips and hard pressed of your sore but finally blister free fingers. Each motion skilled after years of trinket forging on your room while the other children played outside.

Actions luring the Dwarves into a trance the tree now heated was pressed into the white gold and set aside to cool. The other side of the stone would be covered with copper with the coins flattened and cut to weave another tree pressed into the front. That through the tiny holes they had noticed you wet your lips and with the tweezer kit Nori had passed you strips of both copper and white gold was woven into hinges and a hidden securing lock on the other side along with a harnessing loop to hook into the chain. In securing the stone inside your new locket you couldn’t help but giggle to the claps from the Dwarves who each took a turn inspecting the craftsmanship of the impressive bit of jewelry.

Balin, “You will make a fine jeweler, Miss Pear.”

“Perhaps for fun, I doubt I could make a living from lockets.”

The Dwarves scoffed and took to sharing the history of their kin surrounding jewels including shared bits of jewelry tucked on their persons that each had accomplished forging themselves for certain markers in their growth with the youngest trio showing woven bracelets yet to be old enough to be trusted alone to the forges just yet. Around your neck the chain settled and the locket rested surprisingly light to your chest as Thorin said, “Well maneuvered on the hinge as well, not a sliver of light to be found.”

“Well wouldn’t be a good way to pay you back if I got us killed out here by giving us away.”

His sentimental grin widened and he hummed, “I look forward to uncovering more of your hidden talents in Erebor.”

Pt 2

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I got tagged by @littlegreenplasticsoldier on this one.  I had to dig deep for this, Ali - haven’t written in a while!

What To Do: Post the first line of one of your WIPs and tag as many people as there are words.

“What on earth are you watching?”

Thank goodness it’s only 6!  I’ll tag @impala-dreamer, @percywinchester27, @winchesterprincessbride, @sweeticedtea, @captain-rogers-beard, and @thegreyberet.  Its been so long since I’ve been on here regularly that I hope you guys are all still posting!

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@sweeticedtea replied to your post: bored, anyone want to request a fic?

@joyfullynervouscreator Hi! I’m sort of new to Tumblr and I enjoy your stories! May I request one?

Of course ;)