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They also hold a very special place (special being the optimum word here) in a wonderful friendship I share with @alice-fielder-photography

Though Obi-Wan is sixteen standard years Anakin’s elder, they have become men together.  Neither can imagine life without the other.

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Today my heart broke a little more when my local zoo lost their beautiful female tiger (top photo) the main thing bringing me comfort right now is that she's reunited in the stars with the beautiful boy she loved so much (bottom photo). While I'm not a keeper, I am a regular at the zoo and bei g at the zoo so often I had a bond with both tigers who did do much more for me than they'll ever know. And so, with a void in pace of my heart, I wrote a small piece in honour of them.

A new star joined the endless sky, and with a slither of doubt, the question left her without hesitations as she took her rightful place amongst the stars.

'Did I fail her?'

'No, my love, you did exactly what you were meant to do.' A comforting familiar voice came beside her. 'We saved the lonely woman and gave her faith in friendship back, and most of that was because you showed her the way through when you couldn't even see one yourself. She will look to us for the rest of her life and thank us for what we have done and when the time is right our friend will join us in the stars' His voice continued as he walked with the new star by his side choosing to settle somewhere that meant comfort to them both. 'You can rest now, my love. You have done so well'

And so the stars settled again, watching over the people they loved, waiting for them to join them in the ever lasting peace.

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Laughed way too hard at this ! 🤣🤣🤣

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No fucking shame. This is just too yummy 😋

can i say something inappropriate? [fem reader btw]

thinking about obi-wan who doesn't use curse words. probably learned as a youngling to be respectful and dignified. could probably split his knee on a rock out in the middle of utapau and only whisper something under his breath like, "force be with me," or, "shoot!"

but during sex? freaky time? [eye emoji] why do i feel like this man would speak without an ounce of shame— it never registered to him that this language is frowned upon because your body is a beautiful thing to celebrate and he'll use whatever passionate words he wants in the moment. when he's asking to eat you out, it's not a "vagina." that's too proper, too medical. suddenly he's cooing about how your clit is sensitive and how he's been waiting to have your pussy all day. grunting about how hard he is, whispering about getting you to cum. pinning one of your hands against the mattress, squeezing the softness of your hip with the other. and you're blushing. so taken aback because this proper, established man is so vulgar and he doesn't even know it.

meanwhile one day if you ask him to fuck you he'll probably say some nerdy bullshit like, "you want me to make love to you, darling?"

on everybody's life, we need that

sorry guys, i never write short form smut things and try to focus on story building, but i'm ovulating lmao ... plus i got this idea thinking abt how much i love nice and respectful guys, like getting that sweetheart treatment and still getting the refined, proper walls to come down prob feels so rewarding. all i gotta say is, yum

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Hearts Of Green and Gold (2)

This is my first Loki fic and long running fic so please bare with me. I have plenty of ideas for this Fic though

Loki x you

Warnings : Angst, mentions of capture, holding against will.

It had been three months since Pepper had kindly offered you somewhere to stay. After very little deliberation you had decided it was for the best that you stay given that you had no where else to go. In this time, you had helped Tony and Pepper with some minor aspects of the tower, mostly consisting of a room for you to stay in and a few decoration choices here and there. You had also met most of Sheild now and spent time training with them. No that you were a bad fighter, but it was logical given that you’d spent so long locked up with Hydra. Tony had been slightly warmer towards you, with a lot of encouragement from Pepper, but mostly he worked on finishing Stark Tower. You spent your free time mostly exploring New York enjoying every moment of freedom that came with that. Most of your nights were spent out on the balcony of Sark tower. It had become a good thinking spot for you on the nights you didn’t sleep, which was most of them. You had slept less since the invasion of the god like face in your mind taking over every other thought. It had come to you over and over again in the times you had found sleep waking you into a panic. Sometimes it was just the face gently grinning and sometimes you would hear his voice call you gently as it had on the first night you had dreamt of it and on occasion you could feel a draw to the face. Those were the nights that spooked you the most. You just wondered who the man was who could cloud in over the millions of people you saw in your vision at all times. A man who hid the rest of the world from you. There were times that you thought that you should tell someone about the man who haunted your dreams. But then people had repetitive dreams all the time. You hadn’t even told anyone how many hundreds of years you had been on the planet for. You didn’t know Tony or Pepper well enough, and you were certain that if you bought it up with shield they would do exactly as hydra had done to you and lock you away in a room to be experimented on and used as a tool rather than treated as and equal.

Tonight was different though. Tony had plans to make Star Tower ‘go live’. It was Tony and Peppers moment, and you didn’t want to get in the way of that. So, you chose to head to a Sheild base, only to find it in complete chaos. There was heavy security guarding the entrance and the staff inside seemed frantic. You showed your ID to the security guard and answered a series of very personal questions you had been promised would only be used at times of high security threat which conserved you deeply. The confusion on your face evident. You saw Agent Colson making towards the door you had just come in his hand raising to his earpiece muttering something upon seeing you. You made a move towards him desperate to find out what was going on.

“I’m sorry (y/n) but I can’t stop. Nick will be with you soon. His hands quickly squeezed your shoulders reassuringly as he stopped for the briefest of seconds before gently moving you aside your feet carrying you as swiftly as he moved you gently. Colson gave the most reassuring smile he could as he walked out the door, but it was one that was utterly unconvincing. Then it hit you like a bullet. Your head felt like it was splitting in two and your usual (y/e/c) glowing a golden colour as you felt the pull of the desperation. A scene played over in your head like a flashback. There was a few flashes of blue a mental struggle then nothing from the victims and yet still you could hear their mental battle to try and be freed of their newfound control.

“(Y/L/N) With me” The commanding tone of Nick Fury called you his hands clasped behind his back as usual. This pulled you back to reality the gold from your eyes fading turning back you (y/e/c). You inwardly hoped that Fury hadn’t seen it but even with one eye he was incredibly vigilant and was bound to ask questions. Silently he walked through the chaotic corridors with sirens and alarms buzzing people rushing to do important jobs some literally crashing into each other in the corridor. You followed fury closely feeling intimidated by his silence. Fury was the kid of man to coldly debrief you as you walked. Anxieties rose in and your winced letting out a low hiss your eyes again glowing gold as the desperate voices of what should be dormant controlled minds called out to you. You could see Fury’s tilt his head a fraction, indicating that he had noticed the change in you, yet he did not stop his purposeful walk. He had led you to a large hub room, large screens filled with scenes from security footage and body cameras lined the back of the room. The gold from your eyes vanished in an instant the chaos around you fell to a deafening silence, but worst of all just as in your sleep your mind went blank to the millions you were used to. You froze. Your eyes were wide, and breath caught as you took note of the large central screen. Those blue eyes, the raven hair and the wild menacing look. This was the face that haunted your sleep. Only there was a wild malice in his eyes and his face was clammy and pale, like there was a sickness upon him. The name Loki Lefeyson was printed on the screen under the image finally naming the strange face. Fury had finally taken notice that you had stopped and was calling across the room to you and outraged look plastered on his face, but the threat of that in itself was not enough to remove you from your frozen spot staring up endlessly at the large image. It wasn’t until you felt the tight grip of his calloused hands gripping and pulling at your wrist did you register that Fury was now literally shouting in your face. “(y/l/n) The planet has met a dangerous threat, and you need to come with me now” his raised voice caught the attention of some passers by each of them risking a quick glance at you before going about their jobs storing any imagined gossip about you for another time. You had no choice now but to follow Fury. Your breath shaky as you looked to and from the screen as Nick fury physically pulled you into an interview room off of the main hub. He pulled out one of the chairs from the table before harshly pulling down on your wrist making you sit before him as he leant on a table his arms crossed, and facial expression filled with anger.

“I’m sorry Sir I….” You began talking at a frantic pace, but the angering look on Fury’s face shut you up immediately.

“What in the hell are you playing at. A threat to Planet Earth breaks out and you come to a Sheild headquarters and perform some kind of magic. Do you know what kind of panic that can cause” Nick sounded more like a disappointed parent telling their child off than anything. He was aware of your magic and how your eyes would typically glow a golden colour and your body would give of a golden glow. He had learnt that quickly watching your training sessions.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t even use any magic” you said shakily your breath finally slowing to normal pace. Your usual visions however did not return. The face Of Loki Lefeyson had seemed to have imprinted itself, there instead and instead of the millions of voices there were just a few the few desperate minds begging to be freed.  It wasn’t the first time this had happened. You had been living on the planet through some major wars, and you had had something similar happen then only with more people. You just weren’t prepared for how intense it would feel this time around with so few people and a soul focus.

“You’re telling me that you came into the building your eyes did that freaky gold thing, and you expelled no magic. I don’t believe you” nick leant against the table now crossing a leg over the other making a point that he had no intention of going anywhere without answers.

“I swear to you Sir. I did not perform any magic to my knowledge” You frowned, knowing you would have to explain the situation more. Nick just looked at you with raised brows urging you to explain. “Well Sir. It’s difficult to explain. My powers don’t just end at Magic” You spoke allowing yourself a long breath ready to explain more. Your hands shook at they raked through your (y/h/c/) locks blinking slowly before making direct eye contact with Fury again.  “I can see people” You spoke almost dumbly Fury’s face now raging with a ‘we all see people’ look on his angry face. “I mean beyond my vision” You spoke again your voice starting to crack with fear. “That’s why hydra took me” You blinked back tears threatening to spill. Nick’s face began to soften at this. He wasn’t really understanding what you were saying but he had made his expression a little less hardened though confusion still graces his features still stern features. “I didn’t say anything because no one really ever understands. Hydra never understood. I don’t even understand it. It’s just there. It always has been” You spoke wringing your hands together nervously. Fury was silent for a moment taking in all you had said to him before placing his hand on his head and letting out a long-frustrated breath.

“I’m listening.” Fury stated matter of factly noticed as your eyes dropped feeling your hope failing. “I just not getting that if you see this all the time then why It looked like you were using your magic” Fury pinched the bridge of his nose before raising his head to lock eyes with you again.

“I don’t know Sir” You spoke half telling the truth. “It’s not the first time it’s happened. It’s happened before in times of great wars. I regret to say I did nothing then. The neediest casas just come on stronger” You frowned looking down again. Fury’s face turned to one of rage again as he took in what you had said.

“Great wars” He began as he stood, and his head was reeling with the new information his expression becoming bewildered. “How old even are you” Fury asked but before you had a chance to answer him, he spoke again “You know what never mind. Stark told me he didn’t think you were ready for any missions yet, but I just don’t see how I can leave you here without proper supervision” Nick spoke his back now to you. This made your blood boil and your (y/e/c) turned back to the threatening golden they would mixed with a golden glow around you when you typically used your magic. The table in the room began to vibrate violently and the spare chair scraped across the room shaking as it did threatening to burst into life. Nick whipped around again his dangerous look on his face never faltering even with the threat of an office room being violently thrown at him all at once. “Your not helping your point” Nick spoke pointedly his voice again softer than it had been before. Your eyes changed back and you ran your hands through your (y/h/c) locks as realisation hit you that there was no way out of what was happening. “Look you’re a magic user, your telling me that you see people beyond your vision, Your age is unknown and you did something freaky when you saw the screens out there” Fury began to sound like he was rallying back up to an angered tone again. “It makes me think you know this Loki” He spoke again picking up a tablet off the table that had stopped moving and pulled up the picture that had been in the main screen of the hub room you had been in previously. He flicked his fingers upwards projecting the image into the room.

“I didn’t even know his name before I walked into that room Fury” Your voice cracked like thunder as you stood from the chair you had been seated in the air growing thick with tension yet still you didn’t have the bravery to stand up to Nick Fury. Yet. “I swear to you. Sir” You all but recoiled as the intimidating boss stepped towards you. “I swear I have no idea who this Loki is” Your voice appeared to quieten your body now turning away from you.

“Be that as it may. I have no agents on the ground that would be willing to have you in their care, and I can’t have you roaming around Manhattan with the potential to cause people harm” Nick began your face again filled with a rage to match his own. “You’ll be joining me on the Hellicarrier” Fury spoke bluntly looking to the door of the room seeing one of the other agents waving at him outside the room pointing to a piece of paper that had his name on it. “Don do not leave this room” Fury sighed before tending to the matter at hand, laving you alone with only the image of a extremely menacing and slightly ill looking Loki. You rage managed to stay self- contained as fury left. You briefly considered leaving the room just to defy the stern middle-aged man, but then you remembered where you were and that Fury had probably already sent out a message not to let you leave the room, and you could hardly fight your way out of a base full of very well trained SHEILD agents. With a strong flash of gold around you and in your eyes the chairs in the room flung away from you with force while you gave a frustrated cry your eyes full of tears once more. There was a long crack in the glass on the opposite side of the room to you where the chair leg had cascaded into one of the many glass windows that made the room. You put your hand in your head a single tear rolling down your cheek. This was the opposite of what you wanted to happen. You clapped your hand over your mouth to keep a sob from escaping you. With a deep long breath, you let your hand drop to your chest taking in the air and turning in the room, not quite realising how close your were to image of Loki projected in the air you were. It took you a short moment and a sniffle for your head to grow clear, face to harden and breaths to steady.  It was at that point you began to study the image. He looked almost exactly as he had every time he had clouded your vision, only his eyes were a more intense blue than you remember, he had deeply dark circles under his eyes and he appeared to be sweating from his forehead in a sickly manner and the usual green aura was an un-nerving blue colour. It scared you a little.

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Hearts Of Green And Gold (1)

This is my first Loki fic and long running fic so please bare with me. I always struggle to write openings to long fics (which is why I haven't done any yet) I have plenty of ideas for this Fic though

Loki x you

Warnings : Angst, mentions of capture,

Sleep was something that eluded you regularly. Not that it bothered you much. It’s not like it freed you from the endless sea of people that you saw beyond your vision every minute of every day, all going about their daily life. There were many begging for some kind of help in prayer or desperation, but you had learnt long ago that it was not your job to help them. Tonight, was the night that Tony Stark had rescued you from a hydra base where you had been captive for many long years being experimented on a tortured over your abilities. You had very little energy left when Tony had turned up in his Iron Man Suit, but with the promise of getting away from the hydra base you had put your upmost effort into helping Tony to navigate and take down as many hydra agents as possible. You were gently ushered into a stately looking car and driven away from the hydra base. Once the base was out of view your consciousness seemed to leave you and you.

Still in your sleepy state as usual voices and people filled your vision. People begging for a miracle cure for incurable disease, people wounded or being killed by some kind of criminal, people struggling with mild illnesses, people recovering from injuries, people working, people with loving families. Millions of people living their lives. It was endless. Your vison was always bathed on a golden hue like a photo with a vinaigrette effect. I was your usual slumber until the hue’s turned a shade of emerald green. Your vision was obscured the millions you usually saw had vanished and in their place was a single face, menacing pale but chiselled and God like. Raven curls framing his grinning features, intense blue eyes glistening. Then his lips parted your name falling off of them like silk in a hushed whisper that felt too intimate. Yor breath drew sharp as you startled awake body sweating and clammy your ears rung as you fought for breath your vision slowly returning to its usual state. You weren’t in the back of a car anymore instead you were in another room overlooking Manhattan. Your breath began to steady as you stood weakly looking out through the glass walls looking out to the outside world.  Tears welled in your eyes. It had been years since you had seen anywhere but the inside of your locked room at the hydra base and you longed to feel the air on your face no matter how dirty the city air was. Yet with all the technology in the room around you, you felt a new pang of fear hit you, a deep concern that you hadn’t after all been rescued and you were now a captive in a new place.

“You ok” the voice of Tony stark seemed more real now than what it was behind the iron man suit. Still, it made you jump forcing you to turn and look to the genius of a man who had successfully taken you out the hydra base. His face was partly gentle but still looked hard and focused. “You were out for a while” He spoke again pulling a small panel off of the wall, pressing buttons to tweak the thing. The room now bathing in a glow of gentle light before placing it back where it had come from. This is when another woman tiptoed into the room gently grasping Tony’s shoulder whispering something to him before padding past him and slowly approaching you. She stopped a few meters away taking note of how you tensed at her.

“Hey. Pepper Potts” She announced her name with a warm comforting smile. “Sorry Tony doesn’t get the whole gently, gently thing” She smirked rolling her eyes to the man behind her who now had his arms crossed and a sterner look on his face. Pepper noticed that you still looked uncomfortable as your head turned looking longingly out the window. “Do you want to get some air” Pepper asked nodding her head to the door of the room you were in a soft smile still lingering on her face. You nodded softly still not really sure what to say in this situation.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea” Tony asked his look hardening forcing a deeper frown out of you, your intense (y/e/c) dropping to the floor tears threatening to spill. “Just saying she passed out the second she got into the car” He spoke again to the point.

“Let’s go” Pepper gently approached you placing a gentle hand on your elbow and guiding you to the lift that took you out of the building giving Tony a stern look in return as she passed him.

The second the air of Manhattan you took in a deep breath revelling in the feeling of the outside world. Your (y/e/c) filled with tears as you chocked back a sob. It had been too long since you felt anything like this. Instinctively Pepper pulled you into a tight hug, the warmth from her feeling almost motherly.

“I’m sorry” You sniffed standing upright wiping the tears from your face eyes red and puffy from your outburst. Pepper encouraged you to walk with her taking you thought the streets of Manhattan. She said had reassured you that you had no reasons to apologise. You walked through the streets with Pepper talking about your trauma of being captive with hydra and eventually moved on to your abilities.  Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were standing back in front of the tower.

“You know you don’t have to stay here, but you’re welcome to” Pepper spoke again taking note of your uncomfortable look. “I know Tony isn’t the most appealing person at first but give him time he’ll soften. He did for me” Pepper winked making a step to go back into the building. You half smiled a feeling of relief flooding over you at the thought of freedom. Yet you had no where left to go. “Take some time and think it over. We’ll be right here. I mean we have got a tower to complete so we’re not going anywhere literally” Pepper smiled gently before stepping back into the building.

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Drink With Me (Eomer x reader)

This is my first reader insert fic in ages so please forgive me if it’s not that great. On the other hand I've found my love of writing again so hopefully I'll carry on and proceed to improve as I go on!

I was watching Les Mis a while back and some of the music made me think of certain parts of Lord Of The rings and really liked the idea of ‘drink with me’ being before the battle of the Pelenor fields.  Anyway I had planned to write a long fic at one point but I just cant think of how to tie together individual stories. So nothing romantic happens to be honest (just making eyes at each other mildly) You are an elf in this story though (Or there are mild mentions of you being an elf) Anyway I hope you enjoy the small amount I have written!  Warnings - consumption of alcohol and manly angst! 

You see him sat there, the glow of the fire light dancing across his face that was etched in deep worry his golden-brown eyes following the movements of nearby people in the camp as they busied themselves preparing for the for the inevitable ride to battle upon the rising of the sun at dawn. His own had gently cups his bearded chin his thumb rubbing over his lips as his thoughts seemed to take him. His eyes venture upwards when a tankard of ale id held before him then your view of the golden-haired man is blocked as a soldier of Rohan speaks with a hearty warming voice about past successes in war. You shift your position giving some positive reassurance to a young-looking soldier, passing by with a saddle looking particularly distressed. You look back to where Eomer had been sat to see him now stood with the tankard of ale in his hands his golden-brown eyes filled with a hint of hope, laughter, and reminiscence. A smile pulls of your fair features as you see this. Your elven ways were so different than that of men and yet you were enchanted by their ability to find joy and laughter of the knife edge of war. You took your eyes off Eomer to busy yourself with polishing the already pristine elven horse armour to distract yourself from conflicting thoughts. This was short lived though as one of the Rohirrum raised their own tankard into the air and spoke with a voice of confidence “Drink with me” resounding in a reply of cheerful grunts from men, drawing your attention back to less troubled Eomer too raising his own tankard.

‘Drink with me. To days gone by

Sing with me the songs we knew.

Here’s to pretty girls that went to our heads.

Here’s to witty girls that went to our beds.

Here’s to them and here’s to you’.

The conversation was loud but full of laughter as the soldiers teased each other about past encounters in their pursuit of women hues of pink mixing with the glow of orange upon each face of the men as they regaled in the tales. Your own cheeks and the tips of your pointed ears flushed pink at the humility of the conversations, that pink turning more of a beet red as you herd the mention of the golden-haired man.

“Eomer I’m sure has had his share of tales of young maidens he has successfully pursued in his time growing into the fine man he has become” An older man spoke his silver flecked beard full of crumbs for the food he had been eating laughing after he had spoken causing the brown eyed prince to blush beneath his golden facial hair. You didn’t know why but it made you sad to think of Eomer pursuing other people. He was you dearest friend and yet he had always failed to mention of any women of interest in his life to you. You had always assumed he had never found the right person, but he was at an age that his uncle would see him married to a suitor, through preferably of Eomer’s choice.  

“Aye Eomer is the lord of all chivalry and could make young maidens fall to his feet with a single sentence” Another man about the same age as Eomer with dark hair slapped the brown-eyed prince on the back in a friendly manner causing the golden haired prince to splutter his mouthful of ale out, his cheeks now burning a bright red as he made eye contact with you a mixed look of embarrassment and guilt playing on his face as if he had done something terribly wrong, yet you knew he hadn’t. “But alas” The dark-haired young man spoke again placing his hand on his chest dramatically and bending to a knee bolstering the prince having taken notice of where he was looking. “Eomer shall leave a string of broken hearts behind him as he saves himself only for the lady who has stolen his heart from him” The dark-haired soldier feigned dramatic pain clutching at his chest feigning to be an inconsolable maiden all the while checking to see that you were still watching as Eomer’s face flushed deeper matching your own colour. It was only the gentle tug on your cloak that broke your concentration as a tankard was placed into your own hands by the young soldier that you had reassured. You gave a not of thanks and allowed the young man to stand beside you to continue to listen to the conversations ahead.

“Jest not. Men will die out there tomorrow” Another of the older soldiers spoke with treat and worry, bringing the severity of the night back to a troubling one.

‘Drink with me. To days gone by

To the life, that used to be.

Let the shrine of friendship never say die.

Let the wine of friendship never run dry.

Here’s to you and Here’s me’.

The sense was more dire in the camp again the pink and red faces had turned very pale very quickly as if ailment had taken them. “Men will die. Families will lose a father, a husband, a son, and all in middle earth will be doomed” The older man spoke again feeling the depth of the situation weigh heavily on him. A silence fell like that you would find of a death filled battlefield after a victory or loss. “If those in care of the one ring are successful there is still the cost of death on all lands” The man spoke again the breaths of men audible in the silence of the night air. You eye this man carefully and so with careful calculated steps come to the centre of the group carefully cradling your own tankard of ale considering the amber liquid inside before looking up standing tall and proud as if you were addressing a squadron of your own elven warriors. “Death must come to all in our turn. Hope is only lost if we chose to fear it” You speak in the hopes to restore life and joy into the group that had gathered, yet there was a firm uncertainty still lingering in the air.

“That’s easy for an immortal to say” The older man all but spat at you eyeing you like you were a danger to the company he kept. You look down at the tankard full of amber ale again inhaling the smoky sweet scent and the words came to you in a simple sweep. You raise your head from its stare into the liquid that reminded you of the brown eyed prince who had his eyes firmly fixed on you with questioning, and a little bit of frustration.

“Drink with me?” You speak unsure of your actions rendering the company around you completely speechless. Elves were far more serious than men in war situations and usually you were no exception to that and now you stood offering a drink with the men of Rohan, a surprise to even yourself. Then you found your confidence as the brown eyes staring directly into your own (Y/EC) softened encouraging to on with your words. “Drink with me” It was less of a question now and more of a statement as you raised the tankard enthusiastically some of the amber liquid sloshing over the rim onto your hand causing it to tingle pleasantly.

‘Drink with me. To days gone by

To the Life that used to be

Let the shrine of friendship never say die.

Let the wine of friendship never run dry.

Here’s to you and here’s to me.’.

Eomer immediately came to your side after your second request to drink with the men of Rohan sliding one arm around your waist and raising his own half full tankard with his free hand taking you up on the offer before lowering his tankard guiding you to do the same and clinking his against yours and taking a large gulp from his drink his eyes never leaving yours. You too took a long sip from your own drink enjoying your closeness with the golden-haired prince in this time, so much so you hadn’t noticed the group too talking drinks from their own tankard until Eomer pointed it out by gesturing to the group around them with his drink.

“The free peoples of middle earth will fall” you spoke again but this time with men more willing to listen to your more freeing words. “But middle earth will be free. Families will be cared for, and the dead will be honoured in the finest halls of the Valar” You speak valiantly eliciting a cheer from the drinking men. It was with this that the night blew over with joyful tales told across the encampment leading to the dawn and the mighty charge to war at the Peleonor Fields.