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Speechless Pt 4

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In the warm living room you sat across from Legolas on his designated shift in watching you for the day while the others were off at work. “Still haven’t warmed back up with Ada yet?”

Your hands motioned around your even more pronounced bump, “Really? I can barely tie my own shoes and he seems to be near tears with the due date a week ago.”

“That’s not what I mean. You had your heat wave and you seemed so close, finally a full couple.”

You shook your head trying not to cry while he spotted a painful yet all too familiar twitch of your ear making him glance at his watch subtly then back to you. “I can’t keep putting more weight on him. It was just him having to cater to a hormone rush on top of everything else.”

“You can’t really think that.” He glanced at his watch again seeing another ear twitch making him sit up more in his seat anxiously waiting for the next one. “He loves you. Trust me it wasn’t just a way to defend you when he married you-!” Another twitch of your ear made him move closer, “Jaqi.” His hands planted on your stomach, “You’re in pain.”

You sighed, “Just these twinges.”

“How long?”

“Since breakfast.”

He wet his lips, “Alright, I’m gonna get the bags. Better safe than sorry.”

You sighed shifting to the end of the couch while he rushed off to fetch your hospital bag while digging out his phone.

Across town in the middle of a debate with their latest guest Thranduil drew his buzzing phone out of his pocket and his mouth fell open at the text message. A single glance at his father earned him a smirking nod to rush off to get to the hospital while Oropher finished the taping hoping he wouldn’t miss the big moment. But they had planned for this at least, the guests were mainly till lunch with replays of old tapings to play while they both were with you at the hospital. At least for him it was just a short wait until the eagerly anticipated break the wait stirring his signature stern expression back out almost instantly back at the confused guest.

A short drive later you arrived first, checked in to the birthing center, where the attendants in the sea of screaming women were startled at you with your steady breathing with only a twitching ear and slight tremble in your hands. For some reason the brewing storm had brought up a wave of births and as you continued refusing to sit down you were shown back next for fear of a complication to do with your back. Though with all the rooms full they had to take you to the next wing over, freshly built and far less crowded granting you much more privacy from the sea of cameras formerly filming you through the glass walls into the waiting room. The only draw back being the need to carry most of the far from usual supplies from the old wing, all of which were already in great need at the women waiting.

On a still slightly stiff bed you could barely manage to lay still for the initial exam revealing the source of your discomfort, you were already fully dilated and near crowning already. A glance at the door had your freshly woken doctor on her day off scrambling inside easing her pink cover over her shoulders to tie behind her back, “How do we look?”

The attendant glanced at her saying, “That’s the head.”

Her mouth dropped open moving closer asking, “You don’t seem in any pain at all, you can’t have arrived in time for the pain meds.”

You shook your head, “Um,” wetting your lips as they spotted your withheld moan and ear twitching as your eyes closed for a moment then opened again with a flash of pain in them, “I might not show it, but trust me, I feel it.” She raised a brow looking at the head herself then to you again quizzically, “You remember I said I was disowned?” She nodded, “Well that was after over a decade of my father beating me.” Her lips parted again, “Trust me, I’m very familiar with pain.”

Moving closer she eyed Legolas who said, “They’re on their way.”

Doctor, “Alright, well, we should get you on the stool.”

The attendant shook his head in her glance at him, “Stools are all taken.”

After a sharp inhale you asked, “Can’t I just kneel or something?”

She nodded and glanced at Legolas, “I’ll need your help to keep her upright.”

Through the door Thranduil squeezed past a young intern holding a stool proudly, “Found one they missed!” The doctor chuckled and glanced at Thranduil in him tossing his jacket aside on one of the spare chairs while he finished rolling up his second sleeve beaming at you on the way to your side.

Thranduil asked, “How far are we?”

The doctor chuckled saying, “If you’re brave you can peek at her head.” His lips parted and he shifted on his feet to see the top of the head then shifted back to help Legolas ease you onto your knees close to the end of the bed. There they eased the tarp coated stool under your thighs, not much for daily use but for this process you felt the support just where you needed to easing your body’s relaxing.

Breathing deeply your hands settled on their shoulders while the doctor guided you through the pushing, through which you were thankful for your bump obscuring your view, knowing you might pass out from it. Quietly Oropher and Taule snuck in as well grinning when they saw your head press to Thranduil’s shoulder while he grinned at the baby turning from purple to a stirring pink while she tucked up at the loss of your warmth on her way to be checked and rinsed off.

The doctor handled the afterbirth while the intern entered saying, “Bath’s ready!” She glanced around, “Did I miss it? Not so much as a grunt yet.”

Weakly you tried to chuckle as Thranduil kissed your forehead feeling your body trembling through the waves of pain whispering, “She is incredible and you are marvelous.”

The doctor stood asking, “Ready for the bath?”

Inhaling deeply you weakly asked, “Could I have a minute?”

She nodded patting your shoulder catching your eye, “Of course. Take as long as you need. I don’t think I’ve had such a smooth birth.”

In a pitiful attempt at a joke you said, “Well, there’s a bit of a rush out there.”

Making her chuckle and move in to check your pulse, heartbeat and lung sounds, “Steadying already. Would you like some water?”

You nodded “Yes please.”

She grinned and the intern moved closer with a bottle of water and a bendy straw in it she moved closer. With a few sips you were able to lift up allowing them to take the stool away easing Thranduil’s lifting you to carry you into the attached bath built into the wall he carefully lowered you into against the lounging hammock before sitting behind your head on the built in bench.

The doctor returned easing the second smaller hammock closer to your chest easing your baby girl into the hammock in front of your chest in your arms, “Nine point five on the nose.” Against your urge to hiss at the herbs soaking into your body repairing the damage you held it back, “Have you thought of a name?”

Behind you Thranduil purred, “Kiore Rosse.” (Early Spring Dew)

At her name you watched your raven haired daughter wiggle her arms and legs and let out a squeak making you giggle and shed a tear seeing a tiny slit of a purple eye stealing a peek at you. Crouching forward he whispered by your ear, “See, she loves the name you chose. Absolutely perfect with those dark curls and purple eyes. Just like her Naneth.” Kissing your cheek while his hand moved to stroke the top of her head making her squeak again at her wide eyed gaze up at you both before she let out another wiggling squeak.

For half an hour you soaked in the stinging mixture reducing your already deflating bump greatly and healing your injuries from the jarring birth. Through the night you were kept for monitoring and a few tests, sitting up and pacing sleeplessly while you and Thranduil took turns quietly joking about the long sleeping Kiore against your chests having worn herself out in the nine months she had been so restless.

Their smiles were locked in place with Thranduil impossibly eager to get your little girl back home. Though as Oropher was off to work you rode with Thranduil, as he’d brought the carrier, all the way home he drove carefully and parked, rushing to help you up and out then join you in un-strapping Kiore in her warning whines. In your arms she quieted as Thranduil grabbed the rest and followed you inside and upstairs so you could show her around her nursery to begin your shared two months off to settle her in.

For the first couple weeks you kept her to yourselves with just family and Gimli visiting before you would go to meet up with Oropher and Mal at work near their lunches. The surprise visit to Mal was just a pass through the shot to steal one of the cookies she had made allowing her to giddily peer in at Kiore on your chest in her sling before you did the same with Oropher. Breaking his scowl Thranduil stole his turn with the sling and eased closer to his father’s side allowing him to reach over still locked into his interview to reveal the small hands and feet curling around his hand between a giddy squeak and a content hum when she squeezed his hands.

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In the two months your healing and settling into the task of easing into working again had your insecurities at an all time high. You had been cleared for physical intimacy and yet from the odd congratulatory kiss from Kiore’s first time settling on all fours and babbled jumble close to nana making Thranduil near tear up again snuggling with the giddy giggling little girl. His focus jumped so sharply from you to her it stung as if you’d been slapped for a good week and a half. So used to handling on his own, but it took a few hushed conversations from his parents and Legolas on his visits to really notice he was pushing you away and close to tears the more he tried to handle everything without your help.

Once he had noticed it he stepped back greatly, sharing the tasks with you easing some of the awkwardness in your time with Kiore but not without her. Uncertain of what to do he kept caring for you and being as loving yet respectful as he could, hoping it might just be nerves or hormones worsening his lingering struggle of not being able to convince you he wanted this to be much more than just your husband on paper.

A glimmer of hope came with a trip away to Rivendell for an award show, your first trip without Kiore, who was left to Taule’s care. Fully dressed in the white corseted strapless dress with golden leaves under a sheer rhinestoned layer with tall heels and a tightly wound braid matching Thranduil’s white and silver suit with golden accents. The night went well and through the dinner after he couldn’t help but steal glimpses of the statue that he would have much rather gotten in the mail so he could spend the night with you and your little girl.

However with the wine stolen brushes of fingers were stolen at the trading of teasing glances reminding him of the hints he had gotten from you in wanting him from those two months. As subtly as he could manage he snuck you both out of the dinner early and into the packed elevator to go up to your floor. Behind the backs of others your hand sank to his belt while his hands sank from your waist to your hips stealing a squeeze on your backside followed by another stroke as he guided you out of the elevator on your floor.

Calmly you walked to your room, though as the door closed behind you a finger eased your zipper down. In your turn to playfully glare at him he planted his lips on yours brushing your dress down to the floor in his move to guide you against the wall. If you had any confusion about who his attentions were focused on it died quickly at his drop to his knees drawing one of your legs over his shoulder to dive straight between your thighs testing you on just how much noise you wanted your neighbors to hear.

By morning under the mess of covers you woke alone under a heavy arm instantly making your lip quiver. Subtly you tried to untangle your foot to slip out of bed only to have your sniffle be heard by the stirring man behind you. A warm hand landed on your hip, “My Love?” He shifted over your back kissing your cheek, “I need to tell you something. Please just listen.”

His hand folded over yours, “I love you, and I have loved you for over a century,” your heart skipped and you shifted onto your back easing his chance to brush his thumb from your joined hands over the tip of your ear. “I married you because I love you. And not because you were my son’s best friend in need of a hiding place. Yes, that quickened things along, and I really should have had this conversation in the first month, but I was a bit scared you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“What would make you think that?”

“I’m older than you, and my nerves that your ‘type’ could still exclude me after your night with Leg.”

You rolled your eyes and covered your face and groaned, “If he had told you the full night you wouldn’t have been worried at all and a lot more smug or weirded out.”

A curious smirk eased onto his lips, “Why would I be smug?” You sighed and glanced away deepening his smirk as he purred, “Why would I be smug?”

You grabbed a pillow covering your face then you mumbled, “Because I said your name.” Unable to help it a massive grin spread on his face realizing why you had been so awkward with him and Legolas, “I can feel you smirking.”

In a struggle to break it he asked, “So that’s why you snuck out after.”

“He called me Gimli, at least I was close.”

Chuckling lowly he shifted over you slipping his head under the pillow to kiss along your cheek to your lips while easing the pillow away. Pressing his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek, “I love you, and I love our stubborn Kiore. I hoped to say this on our trip, and I have, and now I have a surprise for you.”

“What are you up to?”

He chuckled and wet his lips, “I booked a trip for us, week away in Lothlorien, a proper honeymoon, filled with kissing, and cuddling,” his lips met yours again then shifted by your ear, “With an amazing start to each morning.”

Playfully after your giggle you asked, “And just what would you consider an amazing start?” He winked at you and you let out a squeaking giggle at his duck under the covers draping your legs over his back again.

Staying under the covers holding your hips until he felt content you were aroused enough to rise up pressing his lips to yours while easing inside you purring against your lips, “Not quite at amazing yet, my Love.” Firmly molding his lips to yours muffling your next giggle while your arms eased around his back.

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Another month had passed and on the eve of your big send off to your trip to Lothlorien you were once again both in your wedding attire you gathered in a lantern lit reception hall celebrating your first anniversary with everyone who had missed the lavish wedding they had expected for someone of Thranduil’s standing. A mixture of speeches and shared stories of your pasts while drinks were sipped.

But once those were done Thranduil claimed the microphone and left you covering your face giggling nervously through a deep blush spreading across your face. Though at the end of it he grinned widely kneeling and offering you a dazzling ring with a bright yellow rounded square stone surrounded by diamonds and over the band with two bands of pale green stones in long rectangles coating them he eased onto your empty ring finger after having sent your ring to be ‘cleaned’ before the big party.

On his feet he offered you his hand asking, “Could I have this dance?”

With another giggle you nodded and stood with your hand on his only for you to pause when Kiore started crying making the crowds chuckle as he did. A kiss on your cheek came as he released your hand to accept Kiore from Legolas, holding her with one hand and returning to claim your hand again guiding you out to the dance floor.

In an exaggerated swirl he started the dance and drew you close after moving his free arm around your back through the wave of flashes capturing the moment and your bright smiles. Stolen turns and spins he tried to hold you closer between hums to your daughter and stolen pecks on your cheeks and lips until Legolas slipped out to grab his sister with a huge grin to dance with Gimli freeing you for a full dance of your own.

The party ended with stolen hugs and snuggles with your daughter before you were off again. As short as it was and as much as you missed your little girl you had a marvelous time and both came back supposedly glowing in your late but well deserved marital bliss. Though a few months to the day in another family dinner your hand settled over your wine glass halting Thranduil mid sentence and making the room freeze as he asked, “You’re certain?”

You nodded and his chair fell backwards in his rapid rise, soon followed by yours when he lifted you in a fiery kiss muffling your giggles while everyone grouped around you in a tight group hug only to laugh as you said, “You get to carry the next one.”

Legolas chuckled bouncing his sister in his arms asking her, “So, Ki, what do you think, baby brother or sister? Hmm?”

Thranduil smiled wider as you brushed away the tear streaming down his cheek, “Absolutely.” His lips met yours again in a deliberate slow kiss before purring, “I love you.”

Lovingly his gaze into your eyes deepened as you replied, “I love you more.”

Lowly he chuckled, whispering back, “Lies, all lies.” Chuckling as you giggled rolling your eyes in his drop to his knees to brush up your shirt to kiss your far from visible in the early months discovery, “Now, you just sit nice and cozy and please, be kind to your Naneth. We all love her very much, and she needs her rest, so no summersaults after nightfall and I’ll promise you extra treats.”

“Are you bribing our little one?”

He stood up and kissed you again, “It worked for Kiore.”

Playfully you teased, “Oh, and what if this one favors me.”

He grinned wider, “Bad as it sounds I hope they don’t,” You playfully gasped and he chuckled again, “Because sons favor their naneths, I hope we have another girl who looks just,” kiss, “like,” kiss, “you.”

#Thranduil x OC #Hobbit #lotr

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inkyheartsaskblog · 7 years

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My Oc Character for my fancanon au of the game Bendy and the ink machine.

Nancy Connor (aka Nana)

Age: 60 (post time skip) 65 (after time skip)

Gender: female

species: human

Personality: kindhearted,soft spoken,easy going,calm,respectful,compassionate,loyal,caring,generous,polite (unless you make her mad),loving,optimistic,reliable,clever,cheerful,encouraging,has a Humorous,protective,brave,witty

Likes: cooking,reading,spending time in the garden,bingo,spending time with hers friends,animals,helping the homeless at the homeless shelter,shopping,cleaning her house,seeing and spending time with her grandson,looking after Earl,baking cookies,likes to have a good joke about things

Occupation: Earl’s caretaker/guardian/parent,part time worker at the homeless shelter

Friends: Earl,Becky,Sammy,Bendy, Boris,Alice Angel,Henry, Wally,Susie,Norman,Joey Drew,Tico,Morpheus,Her grandson,Thomas Connor her husband (deceased),her friends at the shelter and Bingo

Enemies: although not really her enemies her own son and her daughter in law are not on her best friends list,The T.E.E.I,robbers,other enemies unknown

Dislikes: rudeness,bad behaviour,cruel and anti social people,The T.E.E.I,her Son and daughter in law for the way they treated Earl,spoiled food,smoking,noisy neighbours,robbers

Abilities: can cook wonderful meals and bake tasty cookies,book smarts,uses charisma to help her way around situations

Nancy Connor (aka Nana) is a kindhearted old woman that lives ToonTropolis ,a couple of years ago she used to live a bit of a sad and lonely life since her husband’s “Thomas Conner” tragic sudden death 20 years ago, because of this it caused her go into a bit of a small depression.Nancy lived all alone except when she went to visit her son’s rich family who had a grandson that was very imaginative and so loving that he always’ed looked forward to spend some time with his granny this of course made her happy every time she visited.Although she adored her grandson her relationship with her son and daughter in law was a bit rocky for they did not like it that she worked part time in a shelter that helped the homeless specifically Toons, the parents hated Toons and they did not like to associate with people who did, because of this reason Nancy’s relationship with the parents is a bit uneasy but for they’re son’s sake they decided to let it slide.

One day both parents were going away for a month because of work so they asked Nancy to babysit their son until they got back without any hesitation she agreed.A small while after they left Nancy was reading a book until she thought she heard someone else talking to her grandson upstairs in his bedroom, curious she went upstairs to find out what was going on.

When she reached the young boy’s room she spotted her grandson trying to hide something in his wardrobe while talking to it at the same.Nancy asked to the young boy to what he was doing,her grandson tells he was talking to his big brother.Nancy chuckled as at first she thought that he had just made up an imaginary friend but was then surprised to see that her grandson wasn’t joking.Climbing out from the wardrobe was a shy red headed half human half dinosaur like toon whom the boy was hiding in case it was the boy’s parents instead of Nancy.The young boy explained to his grandmother that he had always’ed wanted a big brother so one day he drew a picture of him to what he would look like then out of nowhere his drawing started to glow and with a flash his big brother Earl Peterson was created.Nancy was amazed to find out her grandson created his very toon and was happy for him and instantly took a liking to Earl.Ever since Earl came to life the young creator was so happy but afraid had been trying to hide Earl from his parents fearing that if they found him they would send him away, Nancy assured to both her grandson and Earl that will never happen.

As the month went by Both Earl and Nancy or “Nana” to Earl got to know each other and over time Nancy had grown fond of Earl to the point she started treating him like another son.But deep inside she knew that her grandson’s parents will find out about Earl sooner or later it made her worry to think what they would do to him.True enough not long after the parents came home they soon discovered the poor frightened toon and in their hateful rage and despite both their son’s and Nancy’s protests they called the T.E.E.I to come and take Earl away to dispose of him or worse.When the T.E.E.I were to about catch Earl Nancy whom had a strong motherly bond with with the toon intervened claiming that she would take care of Earl and have him live with her instead.Both of the parents reluctantly agreed and said that Earl could stay with her as long as she kept him away from their home, she sadly accepted.

Both Nancy and Earl now lived a happy carefree life at her home in ToonTropolis and Earl whom was very grateful to her for saving him he had promised to help take care of her as well as she did as a thank you, and even though he was not allowed to go to his creator’s house his little brother did come to visit him on occasion which made both Earl and Nancy happy.In Nancy’s eyes she is so happy to finally have someone to care about and to love ever since her husbands death in her eyes Earl wasn’t a toon he was her son and she will always take care of him.

(Well its finally done a bio of Earl’s loving caretaker Nana i wanted to do a bit of backstory about her for a while now so now it’s done hope you enjoy and like always i’ll might update her bio later.)

#Nana Connor #Earl's Nana #bendy and the ink machine #fancanon #batim oc #batim au #character bio #my artwork #my oc #inkyheartsaskblog

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