#theodan

[theghostofdash]

From the book "two towers" of the Lord of the rings series. Gandalf has audience with the bewitched king Theodan, and The kings fickle advisor grima wormtongue. The Kings sister daughter stands at his side. Part 1/3 reactionary Watercolour and inkbrush

From the book "two towers" of the lord of the rings series. Gandalf the "grey" reveals himself to be Gandalf the white, and banishes the fickle magic of treachery and foul whispers that had shackled king Theodans body and mind. As light and truth will drive shadows and lies away. Part 2/3 reactionary Watercolour and ink

From the book "two towers" of the lord of the rings series. King Theodan begins to remember his strength, his mind clears, and his eyes brighten. Like waking from a sickly dream already the power of grimas twisted words fade. Grima no longer holds any power over the king. Part 3/3 reactionary Watercolour and ink

April 21 2019

[deborahdeshoftim5779]

Brilliant! 

no właśnie, gdzie był Gondor ja się pytam!? @somenzombie (¬‿¬)

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 7/?

{ Team Aqua's Boss - Archie } { Understanding of Pokemon - N Harmonia } { Merchant and Worshiper of Arceus - Volo } { Team Galactic Boss - Cyrus } { Shadowy Blood of a Wolf - Izar } { Golden Shine of Royal - Immaru } { Inkopolis Square Inkling and Agent 4 - Drey/Agent 4 } { Compassionate and Sympathetic Octoling - Zeke/Agent 8 } { New Squidbeak Platoon Captain and Former Agent - Kit/Captain 3 } { Fresh Cephalopod from the Splatlands - Kyte/Neo Agent 3 } { Former Team Snagem Member and Snagger - Wes } { Silvery Beast of the Sea - Lugia/Calin } { Rainbow Bird of the Skies - Ho-Oh/Kasai } { The Original One and Creator - Arceus/Kadavul } { Prideful Royal Heir and Draconic Bird - Theodan } { Curious and Quiet Trainer - Kieran } { Team Skull's Boss and Bad Boy - Guzma } { Champion of Alola - Elio } { Space-Time Rift Traveler - Rei } { Team Flare's Boss - Lysandre } { Cool-headed and Stoic Trainer - Calem } { Knowledgeable and Pursuing Ideals - Cheren } { Trainer of Truth and Ideals - Hilbert } { Levelheaded and Kind Trainer - Nate } { Hot Headed Rival - Hugh } { Prince of Ylisse and Leader of the Shepherds - Chrom }

[fkaluis]

a collection of some of my targaryen oc’s, set a century after dany took back the throne.

prince draekar, prince theodan, princess saerana and princess taeressa

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Me: -gives him a tender smooch on the forehead- no more despair

working on another eye contact video when he pulls out the 🥺

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Genevieve Tully

Genevieve Tully was the second daughter of Lord Tully. Beautiful, with the classic red Tully hair and large, sad brown eyes, Genevieve was always quiet, often preferring to just float in the rivers or sit by the banks reading a book while her sisters played.

When her father promised her away to Victor Bolton, she had no choice in the matter. Though reluctant to leave her family and the peace of Riverrun behind, she went with her new husband to Dreadfort castle in the north.

Genevieve's life in Dreadfort was miserable. Victor's physical and psychological abuse left her even quieter and meeker than she had been before, and she hated the cold and dreariness of the north. Whenever possible, she would flee for a few weeks or even months back to Riverrun.

Genevieve bore with her husband five children. One girl, and four boys. Though she suspected that her husband also sired bastards with one of their maids. Despite her best attempts, Genevieve could not save three of her children from adopting Victor's harsh influence. But Lucilla and Theodan, her two eldest children, were gentler. Lucilla was easily the child she was the closest with, as Theodan struggled to understand why their mother allowed their father's abuse to continue, and grew partially resentful of her for it.

When Prince Thomaryon Targaryen started to court Lucilla, Genevieve was overjoyed, as the prince was kind and gentle and made Lucilla happy. Her hopes for Lucilla to have a happier life than her were nearly dashed, however, after Victor instead arranged for Lucilla to marry Matthos Lannister, known across Westeros for his barbarity.

Genevieve, for the first time in years, argued strongly against her husband's decision. When it became clear that he would not bend on the matter, she wrote to the prince herself informing him of Victor's plans, and urging him to come to Dreadfort and stop the wedding before it could take place.

Tagging: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @evita-shelby @shelbydelrey

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Cersei II (Chapter 65)

Cersei paced her cell, restless as the caged lions that had lived in the bowels of Casterly Rock when she was a girl, a legacy of her grandfather's time. She and Jaime used to dare each other to climb into their cage, and once she worked up enough courage to slip her hand between two bars and touch one of the great tawny beasts. She was always bolder than her brother. The lion had turned his head to stare at her with huge golden eyes. Then he licked her fingers. His tongue was as rough as a rasp, but even so she would not pull her hand back, not until Jaime took her by the shoulders and yanked her away from the cage.

"Your turn," she told him afterward. "Pull his mane, I dare you." He never did. I should have had the sword, not him.

Coward. Lost his hand anyway, should have just pet the lion.

Bowels!

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"No harm will come to me today," Cersei said when the day's first light brushed her window. "Only my pride will suffer." The words rang hollow in her ears. Jaime may yet come. She pictured him riding through the morning mists, his golden armor bright in the light of the rising sun. Jaime, if you ever loved me …

The fearsome Cersei Lannister continues to wait for her knight to come rescue her.

Maybe we're all looking for a saviour.

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Septa Unella beckoned to the novices. They brought lye soap, a basin of warm water, a pair of shears, and a long straightrazor. The sight of the steel sent a shiver through her. They mean to shave me. A little more humiliation, a raisin for my porridge. She would not give them the pleasure of hearing her beg. I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back. "Get on with it," she said.

[...]

Cersei hoped that would be the end of it, but no. "Remove your shift, Your Grace," Septa Unella commanded.

"Here?" the queen asked. "Why?"

"You must be shorn."

Shorn, she thought, like a sheep. She yanked the shift over her head and tossed it to the floor. "Do what you will."

Love when Daenerys and Cersei lose their hair at the exact same time.

I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.

I know she eventually breaks, but this is still a mighty impressive showing from her.

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When the silent sister crept between her legs with the razor, Cersei found herself remembering all the times that Jaime had knelt where she was kneeling now, planting kisses on the inside of her thighs, making her wet. His kisses were always warm. The razor was ice-cold.

Kind of love Arya finding blades warm while Cersei and Daenerys always describe them as being ice-cold.

Still as stone, she thought. She sat unmoving. The cut was quick, the blade sharp. By rights the metal should have been cold against her flesh, but it felt warm instead. - The Ugly Little Girl, ADWD

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"Does Your Grace find this amusing?" said Septa Scolera.

"No, septa," said Cersei. But one day I will have your tongue ripped out with hot pincers, and that will be hilarious.

Believe her.

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"Will I be permitted a pair of sandals?" she asked. "The streets are filthy."

"Not so filthy as your sins," said Septa Moelle. "His High Holiness has commanded that you present yourself as the gods made you. Did you have sandals on your feet when you came forth from your lady mother's womb?"

"No, septa," the queen was forced to say.

No, but Jaime was with her.

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A bell began to toll. 

Lol.

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She had come to Baelor's Sept a queen, riding in a litter. She was leaving bald and barefoot. 

🌺 symbolism 🌺

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Their [Warrior's Sons] captain knelt before her. "Perhaps Your Grace will recall me. I am Ser Theodan the True, and His High Holiness has given me command of your escort. My brothers and I will see you safely through the city."

Cersei's gaze swept across the faces of the men behind him. And there he was: Lancel, her cousin, Ser Kevan's son, who had once professed to love her, before he decided that he loved the gods more. My blood and my betrayer. She would not forget him.

Believe her.

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The morning air was thick with the old familiar stinks of King's Landing. She breathed in the scents of sour wine, bread baking, rotting fish and nightsoil, smoke and sweat and horse piss. No flower had ever smelled so sweet. 

I know a foul flower that's even sweeter.

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It came to her suddenly that she had stood in this very spot before, on the day Lord Eddard Stark had lost his head. That was not supposed to happen. Joff was supposed to spare his life and send him to the Wall. Stark's eldest son would have followed him as Lord of Winterfell, but Sansa would have stayed at court, a hostage. Varys and Littlefinger had worked out the terms, and Ned Stark had swallowed his precious honor and confessed his treason to save his daughter's empty little head. I would have made Sansa a good marriage. A Lannister marriage. Not Joff, of course, but Lancel might have suited, or one of his younger brothers. Petyr Baelish had offered to wed the girl himself, she recalled, but of course that was impossible; he was much too lowborn. If Joff had only done as he was told, Winterfell would never have gone to war, and Father would have dealt with Robert's brothers.

There's the author casually telling the reader what Littlefinger's real plan is, but nobody in the fandom seems to care.

Can we talk about the fact that Littlefinger offered to wed Sansa when Catelyn was still alive? Imagine it happened, imagine Catelyn survived the Red Wedding like she was supposed to.

Anyway, not a whole lot of personal reflection happening in this chapter. It almost feels like this whole effort is futile.

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Cersei had been a year old when her grandfather died. The first thing her father had done on his ascension was to expel his own father's grasping, lowborn mistress from Casterly Rock. The silks and velvets Lord Tytos had lavished on her and the jewelry she had taken for herself had been stripped from her, and she had been sent forth naked to walk through the streets of Lannisport, so the west could see her for what she was.

Though she had been too young to witness the spectacle herself, Cersei had heard the stories growing up from the mouths of washerwomen and guardsmen who had been there. They spoke of how the woman had wept and begged, of the desperate way she clung to her garments when she was commanded to disrobe, of her futile efforts to cover her breasts and her sex with her hands as she hobbled barefoot and naked through the streets to exile. "Vain and proud she was, before," she remembered one guard saying, "so haughty you'd think she'd forgot she come from dirt. Once we got her clothes off her, though, she was just another whore."

If Ser Kevan and the High Sparrow thought that it would be the same with her, they were very much mistaken. Lord Tywin's blood was in her. I am a lioness. I will not cringe for them.

The queen shrugged off her robe.

We have no choice but to stan.

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They were looking at her, all the hungry eyes. But what were they seeing? I am beautiful, she reminded himself. How many times had Jaime told her that? Even Robert had given her that much, when he came to her bed in his cups to pay her drunken homage with his cock.

I see cracks in the foundation.

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"Whore!" someone cried out. A woman's voice. Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.

lmfao

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He [Kevan Lannister] wanted this. Him and the High Sparrow. And the little rose as well, I do not doubt. I have sinned and must atone, must parade my shame before the eyes of every beggar in the city. They think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong.

Let's be real, Kevan's lucky somebody else killed him before Cersei could.

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Their path took them past the statue of Baelor the Blessed, standing tall and serene upon his plinth, his face a study in benevolence. To look at him, you would never guess what a fool he'd been. The Targaryen dynasty had produced kings both bad and good, but none as beloved as Baelor, that pious gentle septon-king who loved the smallfolk and the gods in equal parts, yet imprisoned his own sisters. It was a wonder that his statue did not crumble at the sight of her bare breasts. Tyrion used to say that King Baelor was terrified of his own cock. Once, she recalled, he had expelled all the whores from King's Landing. He prayed for them as they were driven from the city gates, the histories said, but would not look at them.

Will always include Targaryen criticism.

I'll admit, I don't know why the story constantly references Baelor the Blessed. If there's an obvious parallel, I'm clearly missing it.

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"Harlot," a voice screamed. Another woman. Something flew out of the crowd. Some rotted vegetable. Brown and oozing, it sailed above her head to splash at the foot of one of the Poor Fellows. I am not afraid. I am a lioness. She walked on. 

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"Hot pies," the baker's boy was crying. "Getcha hot pies here." Septa Scolera rang her bell, singing, "Shame, shame, shame upon the sinner, shame, shame."

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A man just ahead was selling skewers of roast meat from a cart, and the procession halted as the Poor Fellows moved him out of the way. The meat looked suspiciously like rat to Cersei's eyes, but the smell of it filled the air, and half the men around them were gnawing away with sticks in hand by the time the street was clear enough for her to resume her trek. "Want some, Your Grace?" one man called out. He was a big, burly brute with pig eyes, a massive gut, and an unkempt black beard that reminded her of Robert. When she looked away in disgust, he flung the skewer at her. It struck her on the leg and tumbled to the street, and the half-cooked meat left a smear of grease and blood down her thigh.

Save some for Daenerys!

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Then someone flung a dead cat over the Poor Fellows and Warrior's Sons alike. The carcass hit the cobbles so hard that it burst open, spattering her lower legs with entrails and maggots.

Cersei walked on. I am blind and deaf, and they are worms, she told herself. 

Should I be reading into these objects being thrown?

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"All hail the royal teats!" Words are wind, Cersei thought. Words cannot harm me.

Rise above it, girl.

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"Your Grace." The captain of her escort stepped up beside her. Cersei had forgotten his name. "You must continue. The crowd is growing unruly."

Lol.

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Cersei could see the Red Keep again, shining crimson in the morning sun atop Aegon's High Hill. I must keep walking. She wrenched free of Ser Theodan's grasp. "You do not need to drag me, ser." She limped on, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the stones behind her.

She was walking down a long hall beneath high stone arches. She could not look behind her, must not look behind her. There was a door ahead of her, tiny with distance, but even from afar, she saw that it was painted red. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the stone. - Daenerys IX, AGOT

Hahahaha.

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"My wife has sweeter teats than those," a man shouted. A teamster cursed as the Poor Fellows ordered his wagon out of the way. "Shame, shame, shame on the sinner," chanted the septas. "Look at this one," a whore called from a brothel window, lifting her skirts to the men below, "it's not had half as many cocks up it as hers." Bells were ringing, ringing, ringing. "That can't be the queen," a boy said, "she's saggy as my mum." This is my penance, Cersei told herself. I have sinned most grievously, this is my atonement. It will be over soon, it will be behind me, then I can forget.

God this is brutal.

Up until this point they've been calling her cunt, whore, sinner, traitor, abomination, and brotherfucker among other things.

When they shift focus to her body she starts to lose it.

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The queen began to see familiar faces. A bald man with bushy side-whiskers frowned down from a window with her father's frown, and for an instant looked so much like Lord Tywin that she stumbled. A young girl sat beneath a fountain, drenched in spray, and stared at her with Melara Hetherspoon's accusing eyes. She saw Ned Stark, and beside him little Sansa with her auburn hair and a shaggy grey dog that might have been her wolf. Every child squirming through the crowd became her brother Tyrion, jeering at her as he had jeered when Joffrey died. And there was Joff as well, her son, her firstborn, her beautiful bright boy with his golden curls and his sweet smile, he had such lovely lips, he …

That was when she fell the second time.

Everyone's come to judge!

Missing: a bard dressed in blue, the High Septon, Robert's bastards, House Stokeworth, Senelle, Alayaya, 38 men with dwarfism, etc. etc. etc.

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Words are wind, she thought, words cannot hurt me. I am beautiful, the most beautiful woman in all Westeros, Jaime says so, Jaime would never lie to me. Even Robert, Robert never loved me, but he saw that I was beautiful, he wanted me.

The house is toppling over.

Since her introduction as a point of view character the text has continued to spotlight Cersei's declining looks and body,

To Jocelyn she said, "Tighter. Cinch it tighter, you simpering little fool." - Cersei III, AFFC

plus her age.

"Westeros has two queens now, and the young one is as beautiful as the old one," boomed Lyle Crakehall, an oaf of a knight who oft reminded Cersei of her late and unlamented husband. - Cersei III, AFFC

This is Jaime losing his sword hand, or Tyrion (potentially) losing his tongue.

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She did not feel beautiful, though. She felt old, used, filthy, ugly. There were stretch marks on her belly from the children she had borne, and her breasts were not as firm as they had been when she was younger. Without a gown to hold them up, they sagged against her chest. I should not have done this. I was their queen, but now they've seen, they've seen, they've seen. I should never have let them see. Gowned and crowned, she was a queen. Naked, bloody, limping, she was only a woman, not so very different from their wives, more like their mothers than their pretty little maiden daughters. What have I done?

There was something in her eyes, stinging, blurring her sight. She could not cry, she would not cry, the worms must never see her weep. 

Not as beautiful of a queen as your younger self, eh?

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And suddenly the hag was there, standing in the crowd with her pendulous teats and her warty greenish skin, leering with the rest, with malice shining from her crusty yellow eyes. "Queen you shall be," she hissed, "until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold most dear."

And then there was no stopping the tears. They burned down the queen's cheeks like acid. Cersei gave a sharp cry, covered her nipples with one arm, slid her other hand down to hide her slit, and began to run, shoving her way past the line of Poor Fellows, crouching as she scrambled crab-legged up the hill. Partway up she stumbled and fell, rose, then fell again ten yards farther on. The next thing she knew she was crawling, scrambling uphill on all fours like a dog as the good folks of King's Landing made way for her, laughing and jeering and applauding her.

Oof.

Of course the prophecy immediately follows Cersei reflecting on how old and ugly she feels compared to her younger self.

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"My son," she cried. "Where is my son? Where is Tommen?"

"Not here. No son should have to bear witness to his mother's shame." Ser Kevan's voice was harsh. "Cover her up."

Then Jocelyn was bending over her, wrapping her in a soft clean blanket of green wool to cover her nakedness. A shadow fell across them both, blotting out the sun. The queen felt cold steel slide beneath her, a pair of great armored arms lifting her off the ground, lifting her up into the air as easily as she had lifted Joffrey when he was still a babe. A giant, thought Cersei, dizzy, as he carried her with great strides toward the gatehouse. She had heard that giants could still be found in the godless wild beyond the Wall. That is just a tale. Am I dreaming?

No. Her savior was real. Eight feet tall or maybe taller, with legs as thick around as trees, he had a chest worthy of a plow horse and shoulders that would not disgrace an ox. His armor was plate steel, enameled white and bright as a maiden's hopes, and worn over gilded mail. A greathelm hid his face. From its crest streamed seven silken plumes in the rainbow colors of the Faith. A pair of golden seven-pointed stars clasped his billowing cloak at the shoulders.

A white cloak.

He's getting the dragon treatment!

Hard to give her a destructive animal, this will have to do. Mother of giants.

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"Your Grace," he said, "it is so good to have you back. May I have the honor of presenting our newest member of the Kingsguard? This is Ser Robert Strong."

"Ser Robert," Cersei whispered, as they entered the gates.

"If it please Your Grace, Ser Robert has taken a holy vow of silence," Qyburn said. "He has sworn that he will not speak until all of His Grace's enemies are dead and evil has been driven from the realm."

Yes, thought Cersei Lannister. Oh, yes.

Finally a knight worthy of Cersei of House Lannister.

Qyburn naming him Robert is so funny.

Final thoughts:

GOODBYE MOTHER.

I hope to see you again someday. 😥

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[rainwingmarvel7]

Basic Alyssa Dormaire Lore (Soaring Higher)

Born: ??? AC, Raven’s Keep

Parents: Kaleb Dormaire and Jessamyn Redfort

Siblings: Tristan Dormaire and Therese Targaryen; Brandon Waters; Gawen Arryn

Love Interest(s): Theodan Locke (husband)

Children: Benjicot, Daryn, and Shyra Locke (w/Theodan)

Titles: Lady of Oldcastle, Historian

Face Claim: Eleanor Tomlinson

[voidsentprinces]

Going to miss Mister Hill. Twin Towers was set to introduce new characters and I thought, no way could they be iconic as THE Fellowship was. Man...did Theodan King ever prove me wrong. I was enamored with that man until his final moments.

[storyweaverofgondor]

No but the more i see it the more i love how the movies dealt with King Theodan’s mental health.

[pupmusebox]

"You always have a beautiful glow about you, my precious gem. Do you need me to get you anything?" (diavolo @ venus)

Making that quiet sound when Diavolo had that habit of popping in to see him and turning bright red of the comment, "Ah! Dia eheh, you always have that way to perk up my mood." giving when fussing of things but it be typical birb behavior that never changed much and offering a little smile.

"Only to steal your shirts just feel closer to my dear dragon, haha. Then again when busy I can't help of missing you, busy dragon but happy of it mmm." expressing such feelings more openly when Pride be having shared sentiments as well even if having that stiffness but it be smoothing out a little, "Do smile of how Theodan and Neo be spending time with the twins, I'm glad to have such a family. Is it selfish to just have your time for a while? I can't seem to get enough of it even when around so much." flustered while Pride would slip out a soft chirp from such lips while Venus be covering his mouth as if a bit embarrassed of how they be.

[instantduckninja]

I raise it- Legolas originally doing it as an anon message. Just, finding a rock that (to his eyes) looks like A Good Rock and slipping it secretly into Gimli’s pack:

They’ve made good enough progress that Theodan calls the march to halt and set up camp. Gimli and Legolas had chosen to walk for a good portion of the day, letting Arod rest from carrying them. Speed was hardly a concern when accompanying a whole host of peasants fleeing to a fortress.

While it was nothing compared to sprinting across the Fields of Rohan, a whole day of walking was still enough that Gimli was looking forward to sitting down with his pipe and getting a good meal. The latter thought prompted him to look cautiously over at Lady Eowen and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that she was helping make up beds for the children tonight rather than handling the food.

Confident that he would get an edible meal, he set down his pack to fish out his pipe weed pouch and see to that need. Only to then be distracted when, on opening said pouch, found rocks immediately tumbled to the ground.

They had clearly been hastily shoved in the pack, just barely tucked under the top flap. He looked around to try and glean who had put them in there. Perhaps one of the children? A few had spent the day following him, fascinated by the first dwarf they had ever seen and quickly drawn in by his willingness to entertain them with stories and jokes.

Chuckling fondly, Gimli bent down to inspect his gifts.

“What do you have there, my friend?” Aragorn asked, walking up next to him.

“I believe a show of thanks from some of the wee ones,” Gimli replied, “Little that they know of my people, I’m not surprised they would assume any bit of rock would be appreciated.”

Aragorn laughed, “A kindly thought, if poorly executed.”

Gimli picked up a rough brown stone that had one small patch of red that caught the dying light of the sunset.

“Ah, not so! A Ranger you may be, but a miner you are not, for you miss a treasure by dismissing these without careful inspection. This is a carnelian, the sparks of Mahal’s forge caught and preserved in stone, waiting patiently from the very First Days to be found! With the right tools I can carve out a beautiful hair bead from this that will shine like an ember in the night.”

Aragorn gave a shallow bow of his head, “I stand corrected Master Dwarf. I should have known better to speak on the matter for you!”

Behind Gimli, Aragorn caught sight of Legolas, checking the fletching on his arrows with an expression of studied focus. At the last statement, he had glanced up swiftly, a joyful light in his eye.

Aragorn smiled, “Is there anything else I foolishly overlooked with my untrained eye?”

Gimli quickly looked over the other three rocks, “Nay, I confess the others have nought of note. Two sandstone pebbles and some shale most likely picked up when stopped at the creek midday.”

Aragorn saw a frown briefly pull at Legolas’s mouth before it was hidden behind a calm mask. He picked up one of the pebbles, “I think I can understand the appeal of this stone to one new to considering the items. It’s perfectly round, and the bands are quite pleasing to the eye. It reminds me of the ripples that form in still water.”

He picked up the other, “This has a naturally formed hole. From water wearing it down, yes?”

Gimli nodded.

“That’s not something many would know happens fairly commonly. No doubt the one who gave it to you thought it a very lucky find.”

Aragorn picked up the piece of shale and stared at it. Legolas had tilted his head, not even trying to hide anymore that he was listening.

“I…admit I’m somewhat confused about the shale…”

Gimli also stared at it, “It is…very thin. It’s impressive to get such a thin piece off without it crumbling.”

“Yes,” Aragorn agreed with firm relief, “It was clearly obtained with the utmost care.”

Gimli hummed as Aragorn was called away by Theodan. He looked at the handful of stones before carefully tucking all four away into the bottom of his pack. He looked up and saw Legolas beaming at him.

“What are you grinning at elf?”

“Nothing, my friend, just the song of the crickets in the grass. Are you hungry?”

Now imagining Legolas picking up a normal and very standard rock for Gimli and saying, "Is this a good one? The kind you like?" in a similar way to sending links via DMs to your most beloved mutuals that lead to fandom posts relating to their unfamiliar and strange Blorbos, who you know nothing about and cannot see the appeal of.

[pupsinbox]

Endearing gem to more bitty birbs.

-

Bed bound not long afterward from being pumped up with seed previously and finding himself a little tired after that session, especially when giving such breathy moans while sore but feeling good though from it and having such a deep blush right now.

Such seeding had settled in this darling gem of a human birb and how that pleasant warmth lingered within, currently hugging a pillow when cared for and trying to hide his face in the pillow with that muffled moaning from him at times.

“We did go along with our desires and… now look, o-ohh…”

“Well… I know for sure that it is likely twins or possibly more, given how much seed we have this time around.”

“By devil… m-mmm, I feel like I got run over by a truck but wow… feels good still.”

“Something I can agree with, for it certainly feels good even when so sore but lovely isn't it?”

Easing the pillow away for a moment in admiring the afterglow of it all and seeing how lovely they looked, when the unbuttoned shirt which showed off that form of theirs and taking it easy due to being how they were. Squirming lightly in bed with that soft sigh before covering up with the pillow.

Certainly blushing deeply by adding more to the brood of a family and adorable while showing those desires too, “Mmm… who would think having a dragon mate would be so wonderful.” slow squirming in bed again but oh so happy with that soft chuckle before resting a hand over their stomach, “Theodan and Neo will be quite happy with being big brothers again too, plus it was lovely to see Theodan again after so many years and how he grew up into a fine man.” the reunion with their family felt so surreal but it truly was amazing as were the twins when cooed over.

Missing Diavolo but knowing that the beloved dragon royal be busy before coming back later, such be the feelings Pride had towards Dia as were those growing feelings Venus had towards the royal be something.

Such a glowing gem when caring of a new round of bitty birbs that likely make this gem be such a sight to see, “Dia… my dear dragon, m-mmm… thank you for finding me…” Venus be shyly saying that when he was enjoying this manner of being with a lovely partner and by devil so handsome.

“This is so embarrassing when literally gushing over my past life's mate and just… ahhh, oh gosh… mmm… no dreams for it to be reality now. I… didn't know how much I missed you… ah, I mean… ohh… mmm… even sharing my firsts with him. My devil… why am I gushing like a schoolgirl of him?”

Venus was having quite the time being flustered of Diavolo and how Pride's feelings would be shared with this human birb like this, burying his face into the pillow with a muffled scream but it was more of a good sort of screaming before blinking while peeking up. Such a beloved mother to twins and devil only knows how much be had this time from how swollen with seed Venus was.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

My OCs Name GOT-ified

I've decided in order to make them blend into the world a bit better, I'm going to adjust some of my OCs names to sound more like GOT versions of their names. So here's a little cheat sheet so you know who's who. I'll try to keep this updated as more characters appear.

Lucy Winters → Lucilla "Lucy" Bolton-Tully (Later Princess Lucilla "Lucy" Targaryen)

Genevieve Winters → Genevieve Tully

Victor Winters → Victor Bolton

Theodore "Teddy" Winters → Theodan "Theo" Bolton

Patrick "Ricky" Winters → Patrek Bolton

Elliot Winters → Elyas Bolton

William Winters → William Bolton

Mathew Sutton → Matthos Lannister

Miriam "Miri" Lovell → Miriam "Miri" Tully

Mercy Lovell → Mysie Tully

[burnt-scone]

V recent Simon art

And @hatsweat 's oc Theodan

[voidsentprinces]

FUCK NOT KING THEODAN...again