#Tale Teller’s 52 Week Writing Challenge

[blankdblank]

High Ground

Prompts 38 - 41

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Sprawled across a warm back you grumbled in the shoulder blade being used as your pillow shifting under your head. “Don’t, it’s not even sunrise yet.”

Eyes snapped open on the face of the Elf King underneath you as it all came flooded back. Your wide smile and hand landing on his snapping him from his thoughts. No one touched the King and yet on your third night in his halls post four barely intimate conversations in passing and one tea time shared tables apart your hand wrapped around his wrist and in a firm tug he was on his feet and joining the Elves lining up to dance. Hours you kept hold of him and when a stolen glimpse of the gardens was had mid spin post lifting motion you tugged him out to the gardens to see the glowing butterflies and fireflies. There the exploring of the private gardens came before another bout of dancing ending with a surprise fall into the lake followed by a swim and the eventual trip here.  

Into one of his shirts you had taken you changed and he had laid out falling asleep assuming you would leave only to find you having spent the night in his bed on top of him. Lowly after wetting his lips he replied, “I have duties to attend to.”

“Like what?”

In a scoff he stated, “I have to check on the stock rooms.”

Grumbling back you said, “Yes, because the rooms won’t be there later.”

Shifting his head he caught a sliver of you in the corner of his vision, “All night you lead me about and now you assume to hold sway over my daily duties? Just how do you explain yourself?”

“Two reasons. One, I don’t remember why I pulled you to dance. It’s a bit fuzzy past you looking a bit bored. Normally I wouldn’t. Alcohol may have been involved.”

“There is no doubt alcohol was involved. We finished off another bottle in the gardens if you recall. The second reason?”

“I have the higher ground. You want up you’ll have to push me off.” You said nestling your head into his back more in his deep relenting sigh.

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Hours of sulking led to the eventual private tea between the King and his fellow Lords. You had gone to Rohan on a matter of business upon behalf of the King and two days until your return his friends smirked at his fifth sigh of the evening. Rolling his eyes Elrond gave in asking, “No news from your Lady friend?”

Five minutes of fevered ranting later and he blurted out, “It was fascinating! They spoke with such vigor and passion...I think I fell a little bit in love with them.” The final bit easing out with a blush spreading across his cheeks.

Celeborn broke the silence to say, “There was no surprise you were the one she drew onto the dance floor or was the one ending up in bed with her.” That had Thranduil halfway to glaring at him, “It was an unexpected outcome, which was very much expected. She has quite the soft spot for you since you caught her falling from that tree.”

Alone again he sat staring at the spread of sketches the usual band of artists took to committing moments of the night through eternity for the two of you. That single touch spoke volumes, and his refrain from reprimanding you answered to his affections for you in return. Dancing, drinking and a swim later the unthinkable had occurred, partially dressed in bed with you draped across him. Touching again, contact that lasted the night and solidified you were his wife. Softly he muttered possible plans to inform you of the change. Hoping for the best and already preparing a toast to give you on your first anniversary. “In a world of no’s, you said yes, and that was how I knew you held the other half of my heart.”

 @sdavid09​

[xxbyimm]

His - Fíli x reader

Let’s get ourselves some protective and jealous Fíli today. I decided to incorporate the first prompt of the Tale teller’s 52 week writing challenge into my story for Fíli appreciation week. I do hope you enjoy!!! <3

xoxo

His 

Summary: Fíli is head over heels with a lady at court, and watches her during the victory feast in Erebor. 

Tags: @theincaprincess @fizzyxcustard @soradragon @deepestfirefun Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my taglist!

Warnings: Mild swearing. A bit of tension, some kissing.

‘Would you like some more ale, my lord?’ the maid asked. 

Fíli was sitting at the high table, the drained cup the lass had been referring to still firmly in his grip. The great victory feast had been in full swing for the last few hours and it showed: the attendees were finally starting to get drunk and the servants were struggling to keep up with the demand for ale and meat.

After tragedy struck and Smaug had taken the great kingdom of Erebor, the hall of kings had waited patiently for more than a century for the return of its’ people. No one had expected to experience another feast in this magnificent room again, but then the impossible happened. Smaug was chased away from his unrightful throne and ultimately destroyed: his carcass would lie in the depths of the Long lake forever. As some discussed the possibility of fishing up the skull of the once mighty fire-drake and hang it in this very hall as their revenge, those who actually had been there simply wished the dragon would stay hidden below the waters.

It didn’t matter, it was all in the past now. The battle of the fives armies was over and king Thorin would be officially crowned in the next few days. But most of all, the grand hall was filled with laughter, music and lively chatter once again.

But none of that cheerfulness reached the golden prince, because he hadn’t been paying attention. As a matter of fact, he did not seem to be aware of anything around him, but one. His eyes were fixed somewhere in the hall. The prince wasn’t eating and barely drinking from his cup, as he kept looking in the same direction. 

‘Prince Fíli?!’ the maid tried. She was getting fed up with waiting until the dwarf prince would finally respond to her. ‘Do you want me to refill your cup?’ ‘What?’ Fíli growled as he was snapped from his ponderings. ‘Ale?’ the lass repeated while swinging the carafe in front of her. ‘Oh, yeah.’ Fíli said absentmindedly, his thoughts already drifting away again. ‘I could use a refill.’ 

He did not see the girl huffing indignantly at his rudeness as she left and if he had, he probably would not have cared one bit. It was unlike Fíli to forget his manners, but tonight was different. Fíli, son of Durin, had experienced  enough dalliances and short-lived affaires to know what was happening to him, but yet this time it all seemed so… different. His heart was hammering in his chest uncontrollably and his head was swimming with thoughts. There was a restlessness swirling through his body that made him want to bust a move before it was too late, but a crippling  fear kept him glued to his chair. He could not trust on his usual charms this time, since in his current state of mind he was unable to pursue the ladies. Not that he would want that now anyway.

For he has had the pleasure of feeling and tasting her beauty and he wanted to have it again. And as she was sitting there a bit further along the hall, enjoying the festivities with her comrades, Fíli dared not to take his eyes of her, frightened that she would vaporize on the spot if he did. She was too good to be true. All his life he had wandered the earth without this mysterious concept of the One, but now he felt it through all the fibers of his very being. This was it, the real thing.

She was laughing at someone, the dwarf in question probably telling a joke. Fíli shifted in his chair and narrowed his eyes. He could not see the guy that clearly, but any male that was located within a few feet from her could be considered a threat. Her beauty was radiating, attracting suitors from all over the hall. So far, she had chuckled at their sometimes drunken attempts to woo her, but the handsome, joke telling lad across the table had managed to catch her attention every single time.

What was so special about him anyway? Fíli watched the lad’s dark manes and groaned. If she was into the burly, moody types even his uncle would have a much clearer shot at her love than he did himself.

But still, that would not explain what happened last night…

 Oh mahal, last night.

The jolt in his stomach told him neither his body nor his mind had forgotten. In fact, he had been playing the scene over and over in his head, memorizing every curve, every movement. Every word they spoke. In final, he had to conclude that she was the embodiment of perfection, a goddess in dwarf form.  

Fíli gritted his teeth when he noticed that the joke telling dwarf was winking. She giggled, shook her head and looked away. Her eyes flashed over at the high table and found the prince’s gaze. His heart skipped a beat. Just twenty four hours ago, they had been a lot closer to each other. He wished he could relive it once more. As for her, she bit her lip and gave him a small, knowing smile before focusing on the dwarf at her table again. Fíli inhaled sharply. Could that mean that she felt the same? Was the trying to say…?

Oh. No, it probably was a wild guess. She had continued talking animatedly with that joke telling lad once more. He probably had imagined the whole thing anyway…

 ‘Hey, idiot!’ Someone was jabbing at his arm, pulling him from his contemplations. ‘What now?!’ he snapped. Kíli was crouching next to him, smiling. ‘Nice to see you too, bro.’ he smirked. ‘What do you want?’ Fíli asked suspiciously. He knew his brother all too well and when those dark puppy eyes were glistering mischievously, it always meant trouble was coming.

 A lot of trouble.

 The whole mountain better prepare and hide away until the worst was over. ‘Nothing special…’ his brother shrugged. ‘I just noticed you were ogling that pretty lass over there for hours at an end, so I figured I should ask you what’s going on. 

This was just great. If even his brother, the world’s biggest ignorant oaf had noticed, he could assume that the whole hall by now knew of his lovesick behavior. 

‘It’s nothing.’ Nevertheless, he could try to divert the predator anyway. ‘I wouldn’t call those smoldering looks you’ve been giving her all evening nothing…’ Kíli grinned. ‘’Did you fuck her already?’ ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’ Fíli objected, hoping his face wouldn’t betray him. ‘Would Tauriel approve if you talked about her this way?’ ‘Certainly not.’ The youngest Durin agreed. ‘But she’s not within earshot, so I’ll be safe.’ ‘I still don’t know how you got her to fall in love with you.’ Fíli muttered. ‘I’m not sure either. But we were talking about you and your new fling.’ ‘There’s nothing to tell.’ Fíli ensured his brother. ‘And that’s the end of it.’ ‘You sure you’re not going to pursue her love?’ Kíli inquired. ‘Because it looks like she’s got a lot of suitors anyway…’

 Fíli looked up to the spot she had been occupying for the last hours, only to see her disappearing through the doors of the hall with none other than the joke telling lad. Her h/c hair was bouncing on her shoulders, the green dress complementing her delicious curves.

No, not today. He had just found her for Mahal’s sake! 

Fíli smacked down his cup on the table, the ale splattering on the wooden surface. He moved abruptly, the chair he had been sitting in shrieking loudly as he stood up. His ears were ringing, the vein in his temple pulsating. Somewhere in the distance he heard his brother cursing him.

But Fíli didn’t give a fuck that the other guests at the high table were staring at him  as he stormed away from the hall. He did not care that in the process he almost ran over three servants who were carrying heavy plates with food. It didn’t even occur to him to apologize. He was seeing red, hot raging fury spreading through his veins and corrupting his thoughts.

He could handle a lot and he would have understood if she did not want to put a name on it yet. In the end she was his now. She could talk with anyone she wanted, but leaving with someone else… 

That was it.

He could not believe that she really intended to get nice and cozy with another guy just hours after he had laid with her. She owed him at least an explanation, and it better be a sensible one.

 But by the time he reached the entrance of the hall, she and her new lover were gone. The prince stormed the staircase towards the rooms he knew her family was staying in. His boots were thumping on the stone steps as he ascended the stairs towards her family’s quarters. Fíli was beside himself. Had he simply served as a rebound? Would he have to settle with the memories of a mind-blowing one night stand? He had given her his everything, and he got nothing to show for it.

No, he could not stand this any longer. He had to know. She was going to tell him the truth.

So when he slammed the door that connected the corridor with the staircase shut and saw her walking towards his left, he took a sprint to catch up with her. The joke telling suitor was nowhere to be seen, which probably was a good thing.

‘Y/N! HOLD ON!’ he snapped. She obliged, turning swiftly to face her golden lion. ‘Fíli?’ she began with a surprised tone, but before she could say anything more the prince grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall.

Fíli had wanted to shout at her, to show her how much she had hurt him, but now she finally was in his reach again, there was only one sensible thing left to do. Their lips met in a earth-shattering kiss that made his head spin. Her body was pressed against his own and he could feel her heart beating in her chest. Her hands were clawing in his tunic, pulling him closer. His own arms had slipped around her bodice, already tugging the lace strings on the back. 

But suddenly he remembered the very reason he had chased her.  He pulled back, earning a protesting moan. His breathing came in harsh pants, and he had to take a moment to recover.

‘Do I mean this little to you?’ he finally managed to say. ‘Are you this superficial?!’ ‘What do you mean?’ she murmured, a frown appearing on her face. ‘Don’t play innocent!’ he retorted, anger flaring up in his abdomen. ‘You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about!’ 

The expression on her face changed as she did the math. Standing up straight, she met his glare. The answer was written in her eyes.

And in that instant, he knew.

Shit.

 She returned his feelings and he had fucked this up royally. But how could she if she was seeing other males on the side? Fíli didn’t understand and that made him even more livid. He wasn’t going to share her with anyone, she was his and his alone. 

‘Fíli, don’t be ridiculous.’ She declared. Her demeanor was controlled and an amused smile was displayed on her lips, but the fire in her e/c eyes was unmistakable. ‘Me?’ he scoffed. ‘You’re the one who seems to be quite busy!’ ‘Fíli, stop it!’ she countered. ‘You need to calm down NOW!’ ‘No. You explain yourself.’ He demanded. ‘First you’re acting like a little dwarfling.’ She scolded. ‘I’m a what now?!’ he dared, narrowing his eyes. ‘Secondly.’ she went on as if there wasn’t one enraged dwarf prince standing before her. ‘That, prince Fíli, was my brother…’

[stories-by-shanna-p]

That book held all of her secrets, fears, anguish, and hopes and dreams...and he held it open in his hands.

Prompt 36

[peachchai]

Raindrops

Title- Raindrops

Word Count- 398

Prompt-  Their fingers laced together, a perfect fit.

Warnings- Angst

Summary-  She was broken-hearted, but she knew she could get through it.

A/N- So, yes I really am so far behind, but writer's block has been prevalent. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This is week 6 of the 52-Week Challenge set by @sdavid09​

It was nearing midnight and she still hadn’t fallen asleep. But how could she when thoughts were racing through her mind. To be exact she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. Thing is they weren’t happy, silly thoughts produced from her sleep-deprived state, but rather thoughts that grated on her sanity and left her thinking about what-ifs. They came when she was least expecting them as well. When she saw happy couples walking down the street, they came. When she was lounging on her couch binge-watching her favorite Netflix show, they came. However, the thoughts also came when she needed them. It was a two-way street and completely unpredictable. Sometimes the thoughts, the memories, would leave her feeling happy and light, and other times left her feeling completely alone.

Strangely tonight was a bit of both. Small tears escaped out the corner of her eye as she stared up at the ceiling. It was dark with only small amounts of moonlight seeping through the blinds over the window in her room. A small blinking light in the corner of the room signaled her laptop charging, getting rest that she wished she could have. Perhaps if she could sleep she could escape the memories. But she also knew that when she awoke, she would feel worse than she did now. Because she had done the same thing for almost an entire month, when she awoke she would try to find him among the sheets of her bed, only to realize he wouldn’t be there. Never would he be with her in her bed again. He had made that clear the last time they had spoken.

The rain started to lightly hit the windowpane. It was soothing to the heartbroken girl, the rain had always been a sort of comfort. Calming her down in the worst of situations and soothing her to sleep after a bout of insomnia. Slowly she felt her eyelids start to flutter closed, slowly she started to fall into the pit of unconsciousness. Slowly the happier parts of their lost relationship started to flow through her mind, helping to ease her into a blissful sleep. The dates they would go, how he would help her through a rough day, and how their fingers laced together, a perfect fit. And as she slept, she knew that eventually, she would be happier than she currently was.

[feliciakainzofspades]

Panda's Fanfic Master Post

So, i decided to get these out there and since I am joining @sdavid09 52 Week Tale Teller’s Challenge: week writing prompts, it made more sense to put the fics up

[theepolynesian]

Tale Teller’s 52 Week Challenge Masterlist

Going to try another challenge by @sdavid09. I’m hoping I can actually participate and crank some stories out!

Week 1:

[soradragon]

I won’t be able to post any stories for a while. I’m sorry my laptop broke or something and all the stories are on it, I can’t acces the folders so I won’t be able to post any stories for the challenge. I’m sorry... I need to wait till I can get it checked out. I don’t know if this will be fixed and I can’t afford to buy a new one so yeah....I’m sorry. Let’s hope for the best

[theincaprincess]

Bad Day

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Warning - Some swearing.

Thranduil x reader 

Prompt 50 - “I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! SO WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE I DID?!”

Word count 679

Today just couldn’t get any worse could it? You thought to yourself as you made your way through the kingdom leaving small droplets of water trailing behind you, “fucking dwarves, fucking orcs always something with them lot”  you muttered to yourself as you looked up and saw you were approaching the throne room, passing the two guards you gave them a look letting them know you were in no mood for snippy comments on your appearance as you pushed the door open, stepped in and closed it behind you doing so you could feel the kings icy eyes on you as you stepped forward and stood at the bottom of the stairs, making a small puddle around yourself. 

“What news do you bring me?” Thranduil asked looking down at you. 

“My lord the dwarves escaped down the river, they were being trailed by a pack of orcs, we dealt with the orcs and Prince Legolas and Captain Tauriel are on the trail of the remaining orcs” you answered, not looking up at your king. 

Hearing footsteps you knew the king had descended the stairs and soon enough you felt his presence behind you, as the hair on the back of your neck stood up and you glued your eyes to the floor, fighting the feeling to look up. 

“Is there a reason why you are dripping water all over the floor?” Thranduil asked in an icy tone, telling you the king was not impressed.

“Yes and no my lord” you answered, seeing the king's shoes as he stood in front of you.

“Well what is it? How come you are standing in my throne room soaking wet?” Thranduil asked again. 

“I fell in the river alright” You admitted.

“You fell into the river?” Thranduil repeated your words and you could sense the sarcasm in his voice.

Feeling your anger build you looked up at the king “I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! SO WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE I DID?!” You shouted and then regretted your actions, as you turned your eyes back to the floor.

Watching Thranduil’s hand you felt it under your chin as he lifted your head so your eyes could meet, you knew the other elves were jealous as he seemed to have a soft spot for you, and you could always get his favour in matters, you had always said it was down to the fact you did your job, connecting your eyes with his you saw the spark of mischief in his eyes.

“A skilled warrior like you, falling into the river, I would pay to see that” Thranduil said as his lips twisted into a smile. 

“Don’t you dare laugh” you hissed at him. 

Letting out a loud laugh Thranduil stepped back from you smirking pulling your hair from your back you collected some of the water in your hand and flicked it towards him as your own lips twisted into a smirk wetting them you cooling asked “would my king like a cuddle?” as you extended your arms out wide and saw him drop the smirk on his lips. 

“You wouldn’t dare” Thranduil said as he watched you approaching.

“Oh I would, my lord” you said as you stepped closer and closer to him and soon enough you were chasing the king around the throne room, waiting for Thranduil to turn you turned your body around and managed to catch him off guard and sent the pair of you to the ground in a giggling mess, getting to his feet Thranduil extended his hand to help you up “lets go get you dried” he said as you took his hand and he pulled you to your feet. 

“I have a better idea” you smirked making the king lift an eyebrow as you leaned in closer and whispered it into his ear making him step back and pick you up throwing you over his shoulder as you let out a giggle, you had been in a secret relationship with the king for almost a year now, and you always got your way. 

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Friendship & Lies

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After his epic and brutal discovery in Siberia and his subsequent fight against Steve and Bucky

Word Count: 750

Warnings: Spoilers for Civil War

A/N: So I’ve been in a massive writing slump....just unable to write at all.  But that semes to have resolved slightly so I’m picking up on my entries for the 52 Week Writing Challenge being hosted by @sdavid09. Tag Lists are open if anyone would like to be tagged for the rest of these fics.

Prompt: “I can’t prove anything, but I would have thought our friendship would have awarded me the courtesy of your trust.”

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The day Tony returns from Siberia is one that’s filled to the brim with tension.  He’s battered, bruised and broken in both body and spirit.  He went there, hunting for Steve and Bucky, in an attempt to make amends and bring closure to a difficult chapter in their lives.  His intention had never been to cause any trouble but life never goes as smoothly or as easily as planned, and that had certainly been the situation here.  Learning of Bucky’s involvement in the death of his parents had been a hard enough blow to handle but then finding out that Steve, someone he had thought of as a friend for many years, had known the truth the whole time – well, that was a step too far.  Any last shred of trust or hope that had been left between them was broken…..as shattered as the remnants of the shield that the great Captain America had carried with him.

As soon as the jet touches down on top of the Tower, he’s out and staggering on weakened legs across the flight deck.  He doesn’t even let the medical personnel touch him, forces his way past the throng of people gathered for the sole purpose of making sure that he’s not going to pass out or worse.  He practically shoulder barges the doctors and security team out of the way in his haste to confront the only other person who might have had a clue as to what had occurred all those years ago…..Y/N.

She’s been in her quarters ever since Steve made the decision to sign the Accords.  Unable to agree with his course of actions, Y/N cut herself off, effectively bringing an end to their three year relationship.  It had hurt both of them but Y/N simply couldn’t reconcile herself to the fact that the man she loved would risk everything, including the potential safety of thousands of innocent lives, for a shot at redemption for his former best friend.  Steve’s inability to even consider seeing things from her point of view had caused an irreversible split between them and now Y/N was alone, left with nothing more than memories and a handful of mementos of their intimacy which lay scattered across her room.

It’s late afternoon when her door flies off its hinges, crashing into the opposite wall with all the force of a hurricane behind it.  She immediately jumps into action, her body reverting with ease to a familiar fighting stance.  She relaxes slightly when the cause of the commotion is revealed to be Tony although when he keeps coming towards her with a ferocity she’s never seen before, she’s terrified.  She’s backed against the wall as he moves closer to her, pieces of his armour falling onto the floor as he moves closer and closer…..close enough that Y/N can see the anger and fear intermingled within his eyes.

“Did you know?”  His voice is harsh and strained, filled with more anguish that she has even thought possible.  He repeats himself over and over again.  “Did you know, Y/N?  Did you know about it?”

Y/N knows what Tony’s talking about.  Friday has already contacted her to let her know exactly what took place as her former lover and best friend battled each other in the frozen wilderness.  In the time since the fight occurred, Y/N has trawled through the files and, after watching back the recordings from Tony’s various suit cams, has all the information she needs to know.  Through her fear, albeit a fear that’s not deep set as she still trusts Tony more than anyone else in her life, she eases him gently towards the bed, forcing him to sit down as she begins to speak.

“I didn’t know.  I’ve only just found out but I can’t prove that….I can’t prove anything, but I would have thought our friendship would have awarded me the courtesy of your trust.”

That’s all Tony needs to hear.  Y/N can see his long-standing walls breaking down as he slides down onto the floor, tears starting to trail down his bloodied face.  She moves to sit beside him, gently manoeuvring him so that she can hold him in her arms, showing him that he can trust her.  Y/N can see the doctors gathering at the door but she waves them away.  It’s not medical treatment that Tony needs right now – it’s friendship and that’s something Y/N knows they can provide for each other, even though their entire world has crumbled around them.

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Tags: @waywardimpalawriter   @zepppie   @helvonasche   @81mysteriouslyme   @everything-but-the-not-natural   @redlipstickandplaid   @patzammit   

[lady-of-lies]

King of your heart

A/N: Just one more prompt and I’m back on track!! This is just a cute little blurb written in all haste and as all the other fics I’ve posted lately it’s not at all edited, but I hope someone finds joy between the words

Prompt: “This isn’t working, is it?”

Word count: 949

Warnings: None at all!

Loki Laufeyson x reader

It was finally here! The most wonderful time of the year had finally arrived!, yeah, right, what a load of crap that was. This part of the year has not been any different from the rest besides that it now is freezing cold and you need a million layers of clothing just to step out the door. Still, you prefer this weather to the inhuman heat waves washing in on the country every summer, in your own words ‘it was hot enough to get everyone roasted’, a pun that, mind you, against popular belief had been very well received. 

Even if there were a lot of things with this holiday season causing you more problems than enjoyment, there is one thing that will bring a smile to your lips every time. Figure skating, or just skating in general, if there's ice involved you were in, simple as that. When a certain god sauntered in to your life, quite literally, you didn’t know of his chilly heritage. You had found out by accident one time during the cursed summertime a few months ago, and ever since you had loved him even more. It must have been fate, if there was such a thing out there, that is.

You had been laying the groundwork for the past few weeks now, you had been sucking up to him left and right, being overly sweet, baking him those cookies he loves so much despite them being a ‘midgardian miniature’ of whatever cookies they had back in his beloved Asgardian palace. Dating a literal prince had its pros and cons, mostly pros, but when it came to normal everyday chores such as laundry or cooking he was hopeless. But you loved him nevertheless. You wanted him to come ice skating with you tomorrow, you wanted to show him the only holiday activity worth trying. It would have been an easy feat if he wasn’t as stubborn  as a donkey’s backside.

You approached him with caution, much like you would a scared animal. He sat in his usual spot by the window, feet propped up on a nearby table, a book in his lap lazily kept in place with two fingers and head relaxing against a Christmas pillow. Moreover, that pillow is one of the few Christmas decorations you allowed into your home, it reflected you holiday spirit perfectly, and quite frankly summed up Loki’s entire character in two simple words “Oh deer”. Both funny and useful, the perfect combination.

You stood still, silently watching him for a while, contemplating if this really was a good idea. Your nerves were all on edge and you made a mental note to never wear a shirt with cufflinks when trying to ask important questions. It was now or never. You had to get it out before you changed your mind and just walked away again. You started with a careful yet noticeable clearing of your throat to catch his attention. He didn’t look up from the old pages of parchment but you knew he was listening to you thanks to the slight rising of his right eyebrow.

“Loki, I was uh… I was wondering… If you, might, you don’t have to by any means, but it would make me very happy if yo-”

You had started to word vomit. Great. And you would have continued on with that if you hadn’t been stopped by a curious gaze sent your way accompanied with a loud thud as the book that he had previously been reading snapped shut. His feet were no longer resting on the table and his very regal, and to be honest, somewhat degrading position, told you that you now had his full attention. 

“You’re stalling, my dear. What is it?”

It was a simple sentence, yet he managed to calm you down with so little. It amazed you what effects he had on you, but right now there was no time for such thoughts right now, you had a mission to accomplish. At least that’s what you kept on telling yourself. 

“I just.. uhm… wanted to ask you if you wanted to come skating with me tomorrow?”

For a minute there you thought you’d just rambled on in front of a statue or something with how still he had become. He had clearly not expected that to be the ‘very important thing’ you wanted to ask him before. The clock ticked on and on and he didn’t move a muscle. Not. A. One. Maybe you broke him? He didn’t even blink for a solid three minutes before the silence finally got to you and you, once again, started to ramble in a futile attempt to save the situation.

“This isn’t working, is it? I tried to ask nicely, maybe I shouldn't have said anything, I will just go by myself tomorrow, really, there’s no problem at all I’ll eve-”

“Will you stop talking for a second, pet? I may have been surprised by your proposition at first, but seeing as it means so much to you I’ll gladly accompany you to this ‘ice skating’ thing you talk so fondly about.”

Now that was a welcomed surprise, not like last year when you got stuck up a turkey’s ass, but that’s a story for another time. Tomorrow you would get to show loki the real reason why you adored ice as much s you did, and who knows, maybe he will come to share this love with time. You just couldn’t wait for him to realize he was a king already. He was the king of your heart.

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[thewarriorandtheking]

The Key

Prompt 16 of the Tale Teller’s 52 Week Writing Challenge:

“If the stars fell from the sky, it is because they are weeping because I received your love and they did not.” 

This gave me an excuse to write another scene that has been in my head for awhile...It is a running joke in my fanfics that Thorin has a huge closet full of clothes while Kaylea Wolf always wears the same thing. I imagine a man who dresses like Thorin could really run up a credit card bill, while Kaylea would rather pet a bubonic rat than go shopping. 

Pairing: Thorin x oc

Warning: Prepare for fluff

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Spice traders had set out their wares in the square, brightly colored pyramids lined up on the flagstones under temporary awnings. Saffron, cumin, paprika, cinnamon, veiled women carefully filling glass containers as their menfolk haggled. The wagons of the salt merchants were lined up beside them, blocks stacked high like bricks, in the next aisles were bakers, butchers, farmers from across Gondor and beyond. Past the square was the permanent market of Osgiliath, long corridors of merchant stalls where one could buy anything imaginable. Southron carpets, Gondor steel, fine porcelain from Lebennin, honey and tobacco leaf from the Shire, spectacular jewelry from the kingdoms of the Dwarves, silks from across the sea. The market was famous as the center of trade for the southern lands of Middle Earth.

Kaylea Wolf finished her conversation with the Rhun leather trader, paid the man and stepped out of the stall. She looked for Thorin, but he had disappeared, again. She scanned the hallway wondering where he had gone this time. With the arrival of the caravans the market was far busier than usual, the corridors crowded with tradesmen and merchants. Kaylea was only here to meet a couple of contacts and purchase a few supplies, she had expected to quickly conclude her business and leave. However, she was finding out that Thorin Oakenshield had other ideas. She found him far down the hall, bargaining for a fine pair of leather boots.

“Are you quite finished?” She asked him as she came up. Thorin had several silk shirts, a bolt of cashmere and a number of fine furs over his arm.

“This market is amazing,” Thorin replied, picking up his new boots. “I cannot believe I have never been here before.”  

Kaylea chuckled at him. “At the rate you are going you will need to hire a freighter to take your purchases back to Erebor. Remember we are here on other business, my king.”

Thorin scowled at her. “Surely it is nothing so urgent we cannot spare half a day.” He smiled at a trio of approaching Dwarves. “And I have already made arrangements.”

The Dwarves bowed low, giving Kaylea curious glances. Even in the Iron Hills tales were told of the King’s Woman, the great warrior. They were rather astonished to see the descriptions of her beauty had fallen far short. One of the young Dwarves relieved Thorin of his burdens and hurried away, the others followed the King, ready to carry his next purchases. He stopped almost immediately at a stall selling finely woven Southron carpets.

“I am going to that pub across the square,” Kaylea said, turning to go. “Come and find me when you are finished shopping.”

Thorin caught her hand, giving her a playful look. “Please walk with me, my love. Can we not enjoy a day together? Perhaps I can even find something here to buy for you. Maybe something that is not black?”

Kaylea sighed, she had wanted to visit the market by herself but Thorin had insisted on coming along. She knew he was only half-teasing about her clothes, he was not fond of her habit of always wearing the same thing but she was most comfortable in her uniform. “As you command, my king.”

Thorin smiled at her and kissed her hand. He folded his arm over hers as they strolled through the crowded halls. The two of them got many curious looks, the tall warrior, fair as an Elven lord, with her many weapons and worn travelling clothes, her golden hair braided in Dwarven style, and the unusually tall dark-haired Dwarf, richly dressed, with his short beard and fine features, obviously a lord among his people. Kaylea Wolf was known in Gondor, though she travelled there seldom, but the King of Erebor was unknown to all except the merchants who travelled north to Dale. As Thorin browsed the stalls, Kaylea stood a bit apart, automatically scanning the crowd for threats. The crush of people made her uneasy and she had not been planning to tarry here. Thorin did not have many enemies, but if he was recognized she wanted to be ready.

“I would like to see you wear that,” Thorin said, pointing to a long silk dress. They had stopped in front of a large dressmaker’s shop, the skills of the tailor prominently displayed. The dress was a sweep of red, expertly draped and cleverly dyed darker to lighter, the silk light as a veil.    

“I am sure you would,” Kaylea smiled at him. “If I let you buy it for me, can we leave?”

Thorin gave her a long-suffering look. “Why are you always so intent on rushing around?” He stepped up into the shop, motioning for the tailor. Kaylea rolled her eyes and followed him. Any dress Thorin bought for her would have to be fitted, and there was no way he was stopping with just one. This was going to be a very long day.

As the afternoon wore on Kaylea despaired of ever getting Thorin out of the market. He had already filled a wagon with purchases, and seemed intent on filling a second one. While Thorin haggled with a diamond merchant, Kaylea perused the shelves at the bookseller next door, narrow aisles filled with leather-bound tomes. She found a cleverly made book of maps that folded up small enough to carry in her saddlebag and a couple of novels for her Kzin pilot who loved real books. She was glancing through a book of poetry when Thorin came up beside her.  

If the stars fell from the sky, they are weeping. I received your love and they did not.

“I rather like that,” he said, reading over her shoulder.

“I did not know you were interested in poetry,” Kaylea replied, replacing the book on the shelf.

“There are many things we do not yet know about each other,” Thorin replied, matter-of-factly. “But that sentiment. ‘I received your love and they did not.’” He put an arm around her, kissed her neck. “I know I am certainly not the first man to court your affections, yet I was the one you chose. All the others weep with disappointment.”

Kaylea turned to face him, running her fingers through his hair. “How could I choose otherwise, my king? You quite swept me off my feet, no one else has ever done that.”

Thorin drew her close and pulled her mouth down to his. He had been wanting to kiss her for hours, finally they had a little privacy in the bookseller’s stall. He relished the taste of her, the way her lean body relaxed in his arms.

“Are you finally done shopping?” Kaylea asked after a moment. She ran her hand into the back of his breeches, pulling him close. “You know we have rooms waiting, at the most famous inn in Osgiliath.”

“I confess, I do want to see the rest of this place,” Thorin smiled at her. “But I know I have been trying your patience today. Let us go find the inn.” He picked up the book of poetry and put it on top of the other books Kaylea was carrying. “Let me buy you this one, too.”

As Thorin was paying the bookseller he gave Kaylea a sideways glance. “I do wish I had found something for you today.”

“Besides the four dresses? And the shoes? And the new saddlebags?”

“That was my choice,” Thorin replied. “I was hoping you would make one of your own.”  

Kaylea shrugged. “What I carry with me and you are all I need, my king.”

Thorin dismissed the Dwarves from the Iron Hills, after some discussion of when his goods would arrive in Erebor, then followed Kaylea out across the square to retrieve her horse from the livery. When the innkeeper had discovered his guest was the King of Erebor, he had installed Thorin and Kaylea in his best rooms. The King was very pleased to see the bathtub was large enough for two, which meant getting clean took quite a bit longer than usual.

As Kaylea was toweling off her hair Thorin came up behind her and slipped a necklace around her neck. It was far simpler than anything he had ever made for her, just a small, ornate key on a fine silver chain. Beautifully crafted, the silver decorated with scrolling designs. Kaylea put her fingers on the key, smiling in disbelief at her King.

“How did you happen to buy this?”

“It was the only thing I saw your eyes linger on,” Thorin replied. “It is certainly very plain. I could make you something much finer. Why did you want this?”

Kaylea was astonished that he had even noticed her reaction to the necklace, she thought he had been looking at the knives in the next stall. It almost frightened her how well he could read her. She prided herself on her ability to conceal all emotion, to reveal no hint of her thoughts, but apparently she was an open book to Thorin. “It reminded me of you,” she said. “It made me think of the key you were carrying when I first met you.” She shook her head, almost embarrassed to go on. “If you had not been on that journey we would never have met. I know it was the key to Erebor, but it could just as well have been the key to my heart.”

Thorin smiled widely at her, taking her hands in his. “I thought that key opened a passage to the halls of my fathers, but in fact it unlocked something much more valuable.” He kissed her hands. “You will always hold the key to my heart, my love. Let the stars weep.”

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Which King Pt 2

Pt 1 - @sdavid09​ here is prompt 52 of 52 on your challenge :D

Got a pt 3 nearly done too, so plz guys let me know what you think kind of leaning for a slow building thing with Glorfindel later on in the series growing from a pen pal type relationship maybe :D

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The room was perfectly lovely and closed off compared to how open most of the Kingdom seemed. It wasn’t without reason to come back early, it was bedtime back in Mordor and through the gardens faint echoes of the voice of the savior Colonel wafted on the breeze turning the heads of those still lingering awake among their fellow Lords. Memories of those carrier trips to safety came back to those who had heard the moonlit song through the war in hushed Vanyar most could not understand. A tale of foreboding trusting a dark haired stranger swearing to steal you away from a stale life. An odd tale for a lullaby but through the phone call the fussy boys dozed off and gently you wished the nannies good night thanking them again for caring for your heirs while you were away. While your pair of guards bunked down in their room having switched on a series of patrolling lizard alarms to allow you all to rest you changed from your gown to a simple pair of flannels and a sweater to curl up in the irritatingly silk coated bed hoping to try and sleep.

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A knock on your door however was answered by your guards and in the window frame after a try to read a bit you were spotted sleeping with book in hand covering your foot, head resting forward on the leg propped up on the frame by the trio of Elleths come to deliver the private breakfasts for guests. No doubt an awkward position they wondered how you had gotten into and remained so all or most of the night. A cleared throat from one of your guards had your book snapping shut and your leg siding off the frame to settle on the ground in a seamless blink awake to appear like you weren’t just sleeping in the window. “Breakfast My Queen.” The Black Speech of Mordor once thought to send chills through the bones of any free Elf now seemed somehow harmless whilst spoken so casually between this odd group of guests.

With a nod you stood and reached up to brush your hair that was pooling forward to your face only to shake your foot and mumble, “Foot’s asleep...” Lowly one of your guards chuckled in your three awkward steps before the feeling come back and you returned to your smooth steps nodding your head to the Elleths bowing their heads to you.

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Clad in a yellow and black accented dress with alternating schemes on the paneled skirt matching your topaz and onyx crown resting on your braided back hair you exited your room ready for the early morning of mingling activities.

Timidly around you the Lords and Ladies kept to their own paths in the strolling gardens. And when you had stopped to admire a portrait of the start of the war against your father when the forces had tried to face him at the Black Gates and been cast back with heavy losses a Lady from Lothlorien bit the bullet and came up beside you. You seemed to be genuine enough and far from proud of his actions so to help her own people take the step of trying to befriend yours she eyed the painting, mainly Mt Doom and asked, “What is it like, living so near to Mt Doom?”

Flashing her an easy grin you turned replying as a group of Lords and Ladies near to you including Elrond, Celebrian, Celeborn and Glorfindel with Oropher and his son Thranduil behind them. “It does make for amusing times,” the smirks on your guards had a few brows ticking up, “For instance when I took over and made the public order to have the eye banners swapped for new ones with Pears on them the earth began to tremor. One of our head bakers joked it was my father thrashing around in his tomb at the assumption I would order up a pear topper for his watch tower as well.”

Thranduil asked at the snickering of your guards, “Was he punished?”

“Hmm? No.” You giggled out, “We all had a good laugh about it. I find you have to have a good sense of humor to live in the path of an active volcano.”

Celebrian, “Your people were so displeased with Annatar’s rule?”

“My people were starving when I met my father. I knew him personally just a month, though I do have to admit when he bought me a mithril harp that just erased all the aimless bloodshed and years of neglect and torment serving in his forces.” At the sheer sarcastic snap of your grin at the end of your statement Glorfindel led the Lords in chuckles that they tried to muffle with throats clearing as the Ladies failed to keep from smiling in holding back theirs.

Glorfindel, “You play the harp?”

“I know one song, it has four chords in it, though with spare finger flourishes no one is the wiser.” Making him chuckle again along with the Ladies who have slaved for centuries to perfect their own musical talents. “I am more apt to violin, and if you are not a critic or halfway hazy from shell shock I am not half bad on the flute. Alas the perils of a soldier’s life, our musical talents suffer so with constant warfare.”

Elrond chuckled out, “With peace now you might find time to perfect your craft.”

“There is an advisor at home wishing I would, Yes. Apparently I am far too sarcastic to be Queen. I told him I was too sarcastic to be a Colonel too that’s part of why my men welcomed my promotion so quickly, to escape my pitiful tries for humor.” Making more chuckle as you asked, “I hear you’re prized for your horses, Lord Elrond?” His brow inched up and you said, “That’s about as casually as I can work that into a conversation,” making the group grin again.

“Of the Elven lands, yes. Do you not have horses?”

“Seven of my Lords have stallions, the rest prefer rhinos or Mumakil. It is hard to find tolerant Easterling breeders, we keep getting half starved horses.”

Celebrian asked, “You do not ride then?”

“Well I rode a pony once on Lothlorien when I was a child,” that had Celeborn’s brow inching up, “Lady Nimloth’s mare bore him. Beautiful sandy pony, we were passing through to Lindon. Stopped to visit a cousin. I was too scared of the stairs so Lady Nimloth watched me.”

Celebrian, “While you are here feel free to use any of our horses free for guests.”

“Well, that is a kind offer though I doubt I would do much past unnerve the horse and get us both terribly lost.”

Glorfindel smirked stating, “I did not take you for the skittish type.”

“No one ever does. My Sergeant at Arms still enjoys hiding in curtains to terrify me.”

Thranduil smirked, “What is so terrifying about curtains?”

Smirking at him you said, “Clearly your training camp wasn’t near a kangaroo reserve. More than a half of my cabinet is skittish around those creatures for how they tormented us. Finally get to rest and they would not have any of it.”

Celeborn, “Ah, we had snapping turtles. My brothers and I used to click spoons at one another when we were younger.”

You looked at Glorfindel who said, “My camp was lovely, save for an obnoxious peacock. Screamed nonstop.”

“Lucky,” You said shaking your head and joining the group in their milling at Oropher’s gesturing hand.

Fading back from the center of the conversation you caught more than a few sideways glances from the group around you with a few taking the task to aid in a more seamless flow into the conversation again while you seemingly waited for their verbal jump ropes to grant you an opening to hop in. Clearly still the odd man out but growing a bit more casual from your oddly awkward social skills contrasting their images of your having been at home with your fellow soldiers stating just how long you must have spent with them to have been so casual and at home with being yourself. The true self they had caught glimmers of randomly with smiles and giggles placed between sly jokes or comments luring the group out of the expected stoic facade nobles normally kept that from affair to strangers you held flawlessly.

The arrival of the young Princes however had the few other children in these lands with them requesting for some of the guests to join in on their sculpting lesson while your group parted. Flashing the boy’s a grin in their curious near pouting glance your way you said, “Just let me change first and I’ll join you.” Brightening their smiles as they darted off to ready their art room for another table and stool to theirs.

Your leaving the mingling nobles wasn’t far from unexpected, the sight of you minutes later in an old flannel and jeans tucked into tall boots with crown still in place however had a few Ladies nearly falling over in leaning to keep sight of you as a pair of little girls led you by the hands to their art room. Word surely spread and with an apron on over his dress robes Celeborn eventually came to join you. Finding you on an adorably short stool with legs crossed between your stool and work table as you focused on shaping your blob of clay into something closer to the giant pig plushie one of the children had brought to be your model.

Each of the Lords smirking seeing the clay handprints on your forearms exposed by your rolled up sleeves from helping the children with small tips in breaks on your own pig. The next in which Elladan paused and left a streak of clay on your cheek trying to brush your hair out of your face he had been staring at instead was when Glorfindel came to join in on the spectating. The wide smile and giggles from you had his heart skipping and body locked in place until Ellohrir left a handprint on his robe tugging him over to his own station for help on the ears. Still a clay coated mess the adults had halfway expected to see you rushing off to bathe only to leap right into their invitation to make paper boats they guided you in a race through the gardens to the looking stream best for their races.

Fully at home and careless beyond aiding the children in having a fun time the rumors seemed to be growing truer by the moment with hardly a second thought how this fabled un-killable Warrior would mingle among them and their children. The sight was almost enough to have the Lords stating your stay could be extended until your caught moments of pause where you spoke of and thought of your brothers back home that you were missing terribly.

Group dinners you had scrubbed up and changed into another of your yellow gowns for only to catch glimpses of the few groups dancing in the distance while you were seated near your mother’s relatives holding you from the more festive side of the evening. A sight not missed by your company from earlier feeling that their earlier planned seating had been a mistake as a few of them might oblige you with a dance if you wished to allow them a glimpse of another side of your skills and flare as Queen.

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Woken from the floor after having fallen out of it the night before in a painful stretching mishap you flashed a sleepy grin to the same Elleths from the day prior on popping up out of nowhere almost. A note along with the meal had you smirking curiously at Lord Glorfindel’s offer for a post breakfast ride requesting you wear something comfortable for a leisurely ride through some of their best trails. Jeans and a long sleeved shirt were pulled on with your boots and answering he knock at your door you found the Lord dressed in what must have passed for his casual, dark grey and green traveling robes with the green shirt reaching his knees covering the top of his grey pants. “Are you ready to ride?”

“Why do you make it sound like we will be racing?” He only smirked at you and stepped back showing you the stables where you were shown the ins and outs of first dressing the horses, yours being a creamy tan with white mane adoring your generous pets while his proud darker brown dappled horse stood ready for some serious riding.

Easy paths through a tour of the inner riding trail split out to some of their open plains where you caught sight of other groups riding to and fro where his horse picked up speed and you giggled through yours following suit to give him a good race. The spreading smile across your face only spread the one across the face of the chuckling Lord unable to do anything but that at your giddy giggles and taunts while your horse was clearly faster. Lasting until a distant horn sounded signaling the time to return for lunch allowing the steeds a calmer trot back to their resting that had you both parting and you eventually pulled off to play with the children again.

Two full days you enjoyed the company of your new friends you wished to one day invite to your kingdom for some real relaxing. And you found yourself post dinner where once again you were thwarted from dancing with anyone but the twin Princes who you crouched so they could spin you spreading the smiles of those looking on across from their curious father. A bow of your head and warning was given of your early departure to miss a rough patch of weather barring your way home again. And regrettably he kept tabs on your readying and path your car took to the waiting jet that was soon past their borders leaving him to break the news to his friends and those who had inquired on your absence.

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‘I await standing at your shoulder once more in battle.’

The message sat as if burned into the center of the War Room table the Queen now stood in alone. At the shift of the air inside the Palace the young Princes seemed on edge of tears while with eyes closed she remained in thought while the Generals readied their forces. Morgoth was the one to end the marriage between her parents. Somehow able to break through the so called unflinching adoration he held for former Queen Morko in gaining more power for himself. The war the young Queen had all but been ended and while she had called for ceasefire Morgoth did not, no doubt word had not crossed their lands just yet that she had cut your efforts to fuel that Valar’s love of bloodshed. Somehow they had caught wind that the allies were not on full guard and now were open for attack.

Straightening up a deep breath filled her lungs and the servants having caught on that something was coming with possibly everything she had gained to be risked from it. Removing her hands from the table came in sliding her fingers across the chilled stone and a step back to turn on the ball of her foot strolling to the door growing more rigid in reaching it with a glint in her eyes seen from every General hinting at war. Tenderly the boys were cuddled and left with kisses on their foreheads after the bedtime story that she had read to them. And then she sealed their room entrusting the heirs to the care of the nannies with a General readying to be left in charge for her absence.

A year had passed, yet she could barely believe it. She was so different from the woman she was a year ago, but she did not mourn the loss. Instead, she held her head high with the knowledge of all that she accomplished. Waiting for her a group of soldiers stepped around the chair she lowered to sit on where they divided up her snowy curls to wrap in the same fireproof red wavy strips to be braided back in its old style. Blinking again at her reflection while they tied off the braid her black contacts and war paint gave sight to her old face she had grown so accustomed. Armor from the stand on the wall once she stripped fit like an old glove and with fingers flexing in the metal scales coating the backs of them to adjust their sitting back to normal she turned to the stand beside that to add the weapons there until it was empty.

All through the Palace the sound of marching boots echoed across silent rooms with hearts clenched with worry for what was coming for the soldiers thought to not be marching again so soon after the call for peace. No speeches were given and drawing the metal mask from the band on her thigh the former Colonel Pear secured it sealing the metal band with spikes circling her head to hold it in place blended into the soldiers worrying those looking on in the crowds around the gates of the Palace for the safety of their new ruler. The only one who had so selflessly put them and their safety first above all else. It had to be for them, the confirmation rippled through the crowds and cheers and whistles came to wish the soldiers and disguised Queen safe return.

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“Someone is doing something very foolish.” The report was just in, clear as the shadows crossing the horizon, Nerifgilem was marching to war. Your forces were drawn in but not told to stand down. Between visits home the soldiers were kept ready, assumed to face the threat of the Elves you had already faced to double cross your truce, not the Dark Elves led by Morgoth out to cross their borders. Readying for war themselves their forces gathered what could be spared and the open stretches of Arnor would be the endless battlefield sure to be bloody for centuries to come if you did not step in. The greatest hoard of allies for those displaced with little resources for fighting off the ground to draw from and the last thing they were expecting was for aid against your father’s greatest former ally assuming you would join them.

Back in the same glove of a suit of impenetrable armor and fireproof hair protection with black contacts and face paint to blend you back into your forces to fight among them. No one imagined you would face these forces yourself, and with this ally turned enemy your men would be needing you now more than ever to take strength from that their forenamed Witch King of Angmar among them. Morgoth himself had foretold that no man could kill you from the first time you faced his forces in your training fast tracking you up the ranks by your strength and prowess known only to Maiar and their kin. It was only fitting you would face him now, he wouldn’t be able to resist getting his hands bloody in this, and that would be where you would expand your territory to his as well crushing his people into obedience if you had to.

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Greater Greenwood was first to encounter the forces and through the windshield of your Nazgul craft you could see the hopeless flickering expression in the guard’s faces in their hovering crafts when they saw your crafts breaking from above Morgoth’s dark endless cloud. Along their path you had joined them and without a thought they allowed you into their ranks to fit snugly at your usual places not knowing your trap near to snapping.

Down you dove and in a harsh slope your craft turned over to head back and split into twelve pieces sending you through the air widening the eyes of the guards inside the hovering craft. Across the nose of it your boots slid up over the screen that in a crouch your head, using the portal control from your Witch King program allowed your suit and craft to control or pass through other crafts and objects. With a wiggling finger wave you said, “Hey, you might want to shift two clicks to the left.”

Your head pulled out again and crouching above their screen you watched your ship pieces spiraling in a ring vaporizing the nearest fifty ships, the ring that once the craft you were on had eased over with a tilt of its wing downwards was free of the suction zone. A maneuver their other ships followed as well while the actions clicked in their heads seeing more of your ships setting off the same reactions breaking large holes in their ranks. Sprinting down the nose of the craft you leapt for your diving ship that morphed around your body to catch up to the diving trio of ships heading for the ships readying to get aloft.

Down you dove and around their ships yours tangled engaging again sending vaporized debris down on the Elves below relieved at your aid. More and more kingdoms were facing stunning help from Cirith Ungul and Angmar and the lands far North you ruled as well. Boards of formerly dark ships knowing the enemy far greater than any and into the fifty five day battle you led the charge fearless of who was coming, unlike the still stunned new allies of yours.

Painful and bloody you wielded your compact bow firing off charged rounds between slashes with the sword tips and slices of heads being removed by the razor sharp draw string stunning your enemies how you were able to fluidly bring down so many forces larger and visually more armed than you without a flinch or pause between.

Your ship above continued its barrage among the other ships and carriers to get their forces on the ground while as many of your men were on the ground with you and your allies far from distinguishable past style of fighting with pounds of blood caked across all of you. Nearly out of charges you were left to slashing and hacking until your next break when you would be refueled.

Over the kingdoms unprotected save for the Ancalagon the Black systems, armored shields under the image of a giant black dragon comprised of thousands of multiplied carriers apt to defend itself while your forces were otherwise distracted, freed you to not worry about your distant homes and innocents for the time being. Panting raggedly ignoring the painful sting of a surely near to fractured left forearm held together by your armored suit and a pinch in your right thigh surely from some grazed attack you charged on catching sights of Morgoth’s inner circle. Larger than the others in a sea of wargs being dropped into the battlefield from the last of his ships hoping to dismantle the hopes of those on the grounds seeing you were still between refresher ranks to take the front granting others breaks he charged onwards.

Clear through the masses breaking in your smaller frame you stuck out and across his lips a snarl flashed his blood streaked teeth knowing at once who you were. Cries of support came from your men holding their own in their own skirmishes and the allies struggled to hold their own while also watching the young Queen they had only just barely met off to surely face her doom. Half your size a mace was brought down in a swing that somehow you managed to hop over, swinging your bow around it slicing it off at the handle to land feet first hard in his chest firing him back a good ten feet hard into the splitting earth. At once the field all but fell silent save for the yip of the dying warg fatally hit by the cut off mace. Shouldering your bow resting safely across your back plate and bloody mud caked braid you watched his growling rise asking, “No plea to surrender?!”

“You will die in the dirt,” You rasped out against the struggle your lungs were having to fill again in regaining your strength. But it was enough to make him charge again with heavy barbed edge sword drawn from his back.

Frozen in place the Elf Lords watched while your ships above fired on the advancing wargs now landed to keep them at bay. You avoided three slashes only to feel his hand tighten in your braid yanking you back in a try to make you kneel. Painfully arched back down his sword came landing between two folds on the front of the armor, and were you filling said armor to the edges it should have run you through, only with the force of the jab the fold pushed your side over gliding the blade right past your shrunken waist from the nearly two month endeavor. Exhaling in shock from the force of it you saw his smile split releasing you with his sword still lodged supposedly in your torso in your turning collapse to a knee.

Releasing your braid mid cackle he took no notice of your head slumping forward to ease your bow off. In a sharp turn to slice off his leg drawing a pained scream from the collapsing warrior now watching his blade retracting through your back plate as you forced yourself up to your feet to heavily stab his sword between his shoulder blades and neck. Far cleaner a death than many would have granted him his body fell and already you had turned with hands outstretched accepting the full slam of the warg into your chest. Gripping it’s neck with one hand the other brought your bow down in its next step dropping it quicker than it could have hoped and with a sharp jerk of your hand still latched into the fur on its head you threw it aside shouting for your men to rally again. Second step into your charge replying cries came from your men leading the other forces to stagger back to focus on the battle from your assumed fatal blow sure to leave you somewhere in the piles of bodies to come.

Between heavy blows while your men weakened you held firm holding up their hopes as you tossed the wargs with ease once killed to aid other men in facing their foes locking them in place and tearing others from allies weakening faster with armor not as strong against the dark forces.

Shrill and clear the alarm came and with it a drop of more forces from above who landed on top of your battling line from the back ready for their turn to drive the forces back more and down to one knee with your men you slumped panting for air feeling surely cracked ribs from the warg blows. Under the cover of raised armored shields you felt the mechanic lizards dropping down crawling over you while you caught water skins and pouches of lembas to power through. The creatures refueling your charges and supplying spare daggers picked up from the back of the battle lines and swords and bows if needed while smaller ones worked under your armor taking vitals and healing injuries it was able to.

Sore and ragged your head turned to the allies accepting aid from the creatures and gladly sharing the supplies as well catching the still stunned stares of equally bloody and Lords wishing to be able to send you home. Fully able to see the pain and wish to do so in your eyes you hid from you men who all rose as their Queen once again did in the lifting of the shields freeing you back to aid in the lesser skilled men who had gained their expected stretch of bloody and torn earth. Right up to the edges of Orcarni and the southern stretch of Dwarven lands backed by Erebor and Iron Hills the Dwarven forces battered brutally the other end of the dark forces leading to a jumbled final stretch of the battle with the left overs brought down on both sides with nowhere to flee.

Lowly King Baurndur laughed and called out to you crossing the small gap through his best men parting in his approach, “Queen Pear, welcome to Orcarni! A fine skirmish you had left for us! Come, rest and feast in our halls for your return in glorious splendor to your halls!”

Behind you the allied Elf Lords all stole glances to you and one another as all your forces able to filled the carriers to fly ahead to Mordor, back to Angmar, Cirith Ungul and the lands far North while merely fifty of your best remained with you. All of the allies sending as many home in their crafts they could as well with thousands still left on the ground to march with you to the open gates still wondering how you were still alive even with the healing lizards of yours. Few Elven races had been so close to the Dwarves with even those from Greenwood never to have been greeted so fondly as you had just been leading them to wonder how you had managed to gain their favor as well.

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Perfect Bliss - Thorin x OC

So here’s prompt 6 for the Tale teller’s 52 week writing challenge! When I read the prompt (Their fingers lace together, a perfect fit), I just had to write this. It’s an AU where the characters reside when they’re not living their lives in my stories. I know it’s unconventional and I definitely don’t think that my version of Thorin or my Thorin x Enya pairing is the best out there. Everyone is entitled to their own views. 

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Perfect Bliss

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Warnings: Not really.

For a long time, he believed that there was no such thing as love. And even if it did exist, it was not for him. Ever since the original author penned down the story about the hobbit and Thorin’s character had been born, the king under the mountain had wondered. The original book that housed the first tale did not speak about love. At least, not that specifically. The king had then spent years, decades even, living stories in alternate universes, which were not necessarily created by the original author himself. And after the movies…

Mahal, save his soul.

Those movies were fantastic, masterpieces in their own right, but… Now he was public property. So many people started fantasizing, writing about him… Creating versions of him in their minds. Pairing him off with Bilbo, readers or even with characters of their own... It felt like being ripped into a million parts, leaving him feeling shattered and so, so alone. There were so many parts of him and surely all the different versions of Thorin were true, or felt something for their significant other, but… What did Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror want?

In truth, he had no idea.

Love, the elusive concept that he had heard others talk about, the love that his sister had known once… He wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt it before. Until she showed up. Unexpectedly, but most welcome. Perfect bliss... 

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It’s still early, the sun slowly but steadily creeping into their bedroom. The darkness is cowering from the light once more as Thorin shifts on the bed. Although he had promised himself to finally get some rest tonight after a long day’s work, he finds himself laying in the exact same position as last night, staring at her again.

It’s impossible not to look at her while she’s sleeping. His gaze brushes over her slumbering physique and he takes another moment to revel in her sheer beauty. Her dark hair is all tangled up, cheeks rosy and her lips are slightly parting while she breathes. The blue eyes that normally sparkle with passion and joy are hidden behind the lids and her long, thick lashes. The straps of her nightdress have slipped down her shoulder, leaving them bare. She has kicked off the sheets twice this night and they now decorate the floor on the foot end of the bed. He hasn’t tried to cover her again a third time, it would be useless. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with admiring the nightgown riding up her thighs as the turns in her sleep… Nor glance at those tiny feet… He has never seen a creature this beautiful, but there she is. At his side.

And she’s here to stay.

Thorin glances at the timepiece on top of the fireplace and groans. Mahal knows he wishes nothing more but to be with her all day, but the truth is he has got work to do. He already has stalled too long.

‘Thorin.’ She mumbles softly. ‘I’m cold.’ The king smiles and reaches out. ‘Come here. I’ll keep you warm.’ ‘Mmhmm.’ She moans while she allows her husband to pull her into his arms. ‘That’s better.’ His lips brush over her forehead. ‘I thought you weren’t cold, otherwise I would have covered you once more.’ ‘Does that mean that you haven’t slept a wink again?’ she inquires drowsily. ‘My time with you is precious. It might be a little while before we see each other again.’ ‘Thorin…’ she breathes. ‘Please.’ ‘I have to go.’ He rumbles in her ear. ‘No.’ She protests, sounding more awake now. Her hand moves and clasps around his, squeezing it softly. ‘I don’t want you to.’ He buries his nose in her neck and sighs. ‘Uzfakuh.’ She groans. ‘I know. A fic request has been made and she needs you. You have no choice.’ ‘Mhmm.’ He agrees, placing a kiss on her skin. She shivers lightly and he smiles at the reaction he always seems to trigger. 

‘You don’t have to oblige, you know.’ She says while reaching her head up. Her lips caress the bristle hairs of his beard, moving along his jaw upwards to his cheek. Her hand is still in his and their fingers lace together. A perfect fit.

‘Are you jealous?’ he inquires. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Not even… A little?!’ ‘No, you know me.’ She says matter-of-factly, causing Thorin to snort. ‘I’ve never been jealous in my whole life…’ ‘Is that so?’ ‘Don’t believe me?’ she challenges. ‘Then I would need proof.’ He answers. ‘And unless you can give that to me…’ ‘How solid does the evidence needs to be?’ she inquires with a naughty smirk. ‘Enya’ he insists. ‘Not now. I need to-’ ‘You will, in a minute.’ she smirks. ‘Don’t be afraid, I’m sure the ladies will be willing to wait…’ ‘Oh, Blueheart.’ The king grumbles. ‘Shut it.’ ‘I’m just teasing you.’ She replies with a grin. ‘But this lady…’ ‘Is impatient, jealous and has a short temper.’ He fills in. ‘Thorin!’ she shrieks. ‘I’m not!’ ‘Yes, you are uzfakuh.’ He murmurs while pulling her closer again. ‘But you’re also incredibly beautiful, with a bright mind and an endless amount of kindness.’ He kisses her lips, earning a soft groan. ‘And did I say… sexy?’ ‘Did Thorin Oakenshield really just use the word sexy?’ she giggles. ‘Where did you learn that?’ ‘You see…’ he explains, his fingers running over her curves. ‘There was this young fire witch who didn’t know she was a-’ ‘That’s my story!’ ‘Yes.’ He whispers, his lips finding hers again. ‘My favorite…’

[stories-by-shanna-p]

It was just one layer on a grander masterpiece.

Prompt 7

***I am so sorry this one came out late!!! I legit thought it was Saturday! 😂😂😂

[peachchai]

The Sun is Setting - Week 1

A/N - Week 1 for @sdavid09 ‘s 52 week challenge. I’m not sure if I like the end. Oh well. Also, fun fact if I play my cards right Week 2 will be my 200th post.

Title - The Sun is Setting

Word Count - 1013 

Pairing - Gabriel(Supernatural) x Reader

Warnings - Reader Death(nothing too gruesome), Angsty, Mentions of blood

Summary - The sun had set on their story, but there is always tomorrow where it rises again.

The sunset was always beautiful in her eyes. The way the colors all melded together and eventually let the night sky takeover with a different kind of splendor. Stars were beautiful in their own right, but sunsets were where it was at for her. Stars were there as she dug up a grave to put a ghost to rest. Sunsets were for soft kisses and gentle whispers, promises of a tomorrow they both knew would never come. 

It was a something wet hitting her cheek the made her open her eyes. Open her eyes to reality. Was it her tear that hit her cheek? Or was it the person hovering over her? Perhaps it was a mixture of both. Her head had started to loll, or at least it would have if his hands hadn’t found their place on her cheeks. She tried to take stock of where she was, what she last did. One hand was resting on her middle. The other was pushing against her leg. Why was it sticky? Why was everyone crying?

It hit her then. Eyes glazing over again as tears gathered in her eyes once again. She was dying. A hunt gone wrong. The woman the vamps had taken had thought she was one of them. She couldn’t blame her. Fight or flight isn’t exactly a flawless system. The scared woman had taken the machete she had set down, she had tried to calm her down, and drove it into her leg. Her femoral artery to be specific. It was times like these that she wished she didn’t have an expansive knowledge of the human body. Then she could believe everything would be ok. 

“(y/n)? Sweetie, can you hear me?” That voice. The voice that would tell stories of rambunctious adventures, that would whispers praises and love, that would calm the storm in her head after a nightmare. She blinked her eyes open to see tear filled hazel eyes. The corners of her lips curved up to form a small smile. “Isn’t there something you can do?” This was a different voice. Perhaps Dean? No, it was it must’ve been Sam’s? Wasn’t there a time when her hearing wasn’t so fuzzy?

“Sweetheart? Everything is going to be ok. It’ll all be over in a minute and we’ll all be heading home.” Home. Home sounded nice. But why should she be allowed to go home and be fine despite her injury when others weren’t as lucky as her. “No.” Was that her voice? It sounded broken hoarse and full of pain. It must be. No one else would object. “No?” It was a question, but they both knew it wasn’t. She wasn’t opposed to being healed when it was something small. It was just speeding up her basic human processes. But this was big. Not something you could just walk away from. 

Gabriel tried to search her eyes for a sign that perhaps she would regret this choice. But he could see she wouldn’t. She was tired. Apocalypse after apocalypse. And even though she had tried to stop, the hunting life would always find her. He knew the answer. It was written in her tear filled eyes. Gabriel used his grace to relieve any pain she might be feeling. The Winchester brothers would be upset, he knew this. She was like their sister. But when they got back and went through her things they would find the letter she wrote in case of emergency. Expressing her wishes and explains her reasons. He could feel tears gathering more and more at his eyes. Gabriel couldn’t tear his eyes from hers. “Thank you,” A ghost of a whisper left her lips followed by a quiet, inhuman breath. Her last. His eyes closed and his head hung low. She was gone. He would never see her smile again or hear her sing her favorite songs. Never share another memory with her.

--

This wasn’t the alternate world. Where were the Winchesters, where was the alternate Micheal? Had he died? Where was he? Gabriel whipped his head around to try and figure out where he was. There seemed to be a path leading further into a forest. Besides that, there was nothing but trees. So, he followed the path. Soon he found another clearing, like the first he found himself in. There was a small table and a couple of chairs. Sitting in one was Amara. He hadn’t thought about her in a while. She motioned for him to sit in the chair next to her. “Gabriel. Welcome.”

Sunsets have always been beautiful. Full of hope and promise of a brighter tomorrow. Though they have been slightly dimmed since her departure from the living world. From Gabriel. She never made it to heaven. Amara interrupting her process of going to the land of angels. She had said something along the lines of that is the angels fell then heaven would follow shortly after. Then she might lose herself to the test of time and become a vengeful ghost. So she followed the powerful entity to her new resting place. Amara had told her it was world simply for her soul only.

The world had contained beautiful vistas that made it easy to see the sunset and with forest for miles. When it had first turned to autumn the forest seemed to light up in reds and yellows, the leaves making the sunset even more sparkling. On the cliff edge where she had first come to after following Amara is where she had found a charming cottage. Vines wound all around the walls, but never covered the windows. Birds sang songs the most melodic tunes and peaceful rivers twisted all around the forest. 

But it always felt as if something, rather someone, was missing. Gabriel. Her love in life. The views dulled in comparison to living and laughing with him. So when she saw him step out of the forest, Amara in tow, she ran to him. Tears were in her eyes, and for the first time in a long while, the tears were happy.

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[decadentenemyturtle]

Some other nights

Chapter/Promt 2 for @sdavid09 52 week’s -writing challenge.

Pairing: Dain Ironfot x Rionna

Words: 1174

All the chapter's of Some other nights

Dain Ironfoot woke early in the morning, well, earlier than he normally did. He lay alone in a bit too big bed for him, staring at the ceiling for good ten minutes, frowning, thinking.

He had woken up for a strange feeling in his chest. And the moment he opened his eyes, he knew it wasn't something he should talk with a healer. It wasn't that bad and it didn't hurt, Dain told himself. So, calling over Póri would be pointless. Dain only felt slight pull somewhere around his heart, chest and back. It had started somewhere around the morning, just before he had woken.

Without trying to get some more sleep for the rest hour or so, Dain got up and walked to the parlour. The fire in fireplace had died long ago, so the first thing Dain did was to get a new fire going. It was April, almost May, but it was still chilly in the halls of Iron Hill's. It was a bit chilly the whole year. And it wasn't the warm Dain seeked out from the fire, but the cozy feeling it brought. It remided him of so many, yet now lost things. Funnily, it almost brought confort for him. Not that Dain would tell this to his cousin or anyone else really.

As the fire started to rattle, Dain got up and went to get some of the perchament's for the meeting later on the week and sat over the armchair to read them. The nibbling pull in his chest disturbed him more than Dain wanted to admit, and Dain soon found out that it was hard to focus on his work. And finally he sighed and threw the perchament over the floor.

Maybe he should go see Póri after all? No, absolutly not! The feeling would go away soon enough, if he would just find something to put his mind to. Dain was about to get up from the armchair when his son, Thorin third Stonhelm opened the door of his bedchamber and stepped out. His red, long hair was a mess and was coming out from the braid's he had been wearing over the night.

Dain watched his son, grinning a little.

"Mornin' there, laddie" Dain says, grinning to himself. Thorin stops and stares for his father for a minute, before he grunts his 'Good morning´s' and continues to the bathroom. Dain smiles after his son, feeling the thankfullness of still having his son in his life. Then his face sobers and turns to a grim. The feling in his chest... It... Dain remembered a few perchament's he had been reading while he was around his son's age about a "Pull to your One true love". But it had been only a perchament, telling what One true love was, how one could substantially recognize it. But the text had been a bit of a 'should be something like this' amd 'you´ll know it when you´ll feel it' kind of a thing. It probably had been written by those, who never actually had found their One.

But could it be? Could this feeling be? Was this pull Dain's One?

He had no idea, and he felt it to be far to personal to even ask about it from his adviser´s. And it had been so sudden, coming from nowhere, that Dain suspected that his One was a mere babe, someone he probably should not pay any mind. So what should he do? That was a problem he had to get used to living with.

The whole day went on in a haze for Dain. The pull stayed in his chest, taking his mind off things and no matter what Dain did, he could not think anything else but the strange feeling. And the more he thought about it, the more confused and worried he became, and with the all worry he had had mixed up. The sea of emotion swelled, drowning him in the chaos of his thoughts. And he didn't know, what to do with anything.

Maybe a good session with sparring would settle his mind.

As Dain was about to get up and head for the training halls, Thorin laid a gentle hand over Dain's shoulder.

"Ada, what's wrong?" he asked, looking worriedly down at Dain, who frowned and looked back at his son. The lad had already noticed his disconfort and how his mind was somewhere else.

"It's nothing, lad. Just worrying too much about things" he answers, not trying to smile. It would've been too forsed, and Thorin would have noticed this, worrying about Dain even more than he already was.

"Well... You know you can talk to me, or anyone really, about it. And if there's anything I can do to help ye, just let me know" Thorin says, clasping Dain's shoulder. Now Dain smiles and nods. He gets up and before Thorin could run out of the meeting room, he calls after him.

"Actually, I was thinking... If ye don't have anything to do now, would ye spar with me?" Dain asks. Thorin stops and turns to his father, smiling. He nods and so the two leave to the training halls.

On the late evening Dain felt a bit better. The pull was still there, but sparring with his son had somewhat helped Dain to take his mind off it. He felt a bit more calm, and could focus on reading the final document's of the up-coming meeting.Finally after finishing the last perchament, Dain sighed and leaned his head to the back of the armchair, closing his eyes. And before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Dain opened his eyes and instead of seeing his chamber's, he found himself in a city of a kind. He stood over a terrace, looking over big garden with a small fountain in center of it. And over the fountain was young woman, sitting on the light grey stone of the fountain and staring down at the water. She had light blue dress, her light honey blond hair was on a single braid, that much Dain could tell about her. And then Dain frowned, the pull in his chest got stronger as he gazed down at the woman.

Slowly Dain turned and started to look a way down, cautionsly looking around for another living person. But he saw no-one, he and the strange woman being the only ones in the area. Dain found the entrace to the garden easily, entering there slowly. He gazed around to make sure there really wasn't anyone else there, before he approached the woman.

"'scusme, but who are ye?" Dain asked and the woman jumped lightly, turning to him. Her brown eyes landed on Dain, and she looked alarmed. Dain took a step towards her and she shot up, alerted of Dain.

"I asked, who are ye?" Dain decided to repeat his question. He didn't approach the woman, in fear that she would bolt off.

"And why should I tell my name to the one I do not know?" she answered.