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Just Leave

“Just leave then!”

One long three week stretch of rain, rain and nothing but more rain left you curled up whenever stopped hoping some semblance of warmth in huddling up out of the wind and rain under your cloak might help the glass grinding feeling in your joints. Most things you could handle but cold and wet never helped anybody and for you it seemed to make every muscle in your body burn sending you for heating pads over ice packs any time you did get hurt, which growing up was a lot. Yet being the youngest member of the Company and to the eyes of the equally as miserable, though far more vocal about it, Dwarf King again you were trying to push leaving later once again putting them just a hair behind schedule.

“What?” He replied in a whisper to your shrill shout revealing a hoarseness in your voice instantly sparking worry that an illness had been missed in the lone female of the group causing all the males to turn reevaluating their view on days past wondering if they had missed signs of curing you earlier.

“I said GO! I can hear you you know! Every night! Just lying in my leaking tent unable to sleep because I’m in so much pain, doing all I can to not be another female emotional mess on top of being useless and ‘deliberately usurping the swift endeavor to recover your birthright’ and to not cry to keep from being hormonal on top of it all to add more logs to the fire. I’m so sorry I’m not forged of stone and that I can’t slam through things like the rest of you. I can barely get up onto that horse with my muscles burning and glass grinding in my joints. I’m wet and I’m cold. Sorry I’ve been hindering you just burn that corkscrew of a contract and head off to keep your schedule, I’ll wander off my own way and leave my burial rituals to some scavenging animals no doubt less grateful to see my end than you would be.”

Open mouthed Thorin stared at you halfway wondering how he had missed all of this, mainly how their words had hurt you by the tears filling the eyes now aimed at the rock you had slept propped up against under the tent you shared with the Ri brothers and Bilbo. Arms crossed against your chest a shiver pitifully foiled only proved that even with five spare layers on already you were soaked and freezing in what seemed to be growing rain. The quiver of your lip did him in and down he sat on the rock behind him placing his hands on his knees absolutely lost on what to say. There was no fixing this clearly, no way to undo the damage their doubts had caused, deeply he sighed and to the best his Dwarf brain could manage he asked, “What might we adjust in your contract to fix this?”

Sharply his eyes flinched wider stunned at the sheer glare instantly making his stone heart thump hard for the alluring reaction to negotiating a contract young Dams could dare to give one day to a future suitor. “That’s what you took from that! Gold digging!” Fueled by rage painfully your hands planted on the rock to shove yourself up sending water flying from your shifting cloak mid turning step, “Just throw some gold at her, that’ll get her to shut up!” You muttered to yourself leaving him wide eyed and confused on his rock while Bilbo rubbed a hand over his face atop his pony assuming he would hear this later tonight in the tent while Balin shook his head to Dwalin’s head plopping into his empty saddle for missing your point.

To a convenient line of stones growing larger hard steps up to your horse nibbling on a plant growing out from between the larger two were taken to grip the knot in stepping into the stirrup. Away from the rocks your horse walked freezing you in place wide eyed a moment only luring Bifur to nudge his pony closer to grip your belt and lift fully realizing the pain in the formerly assumed mocking haphazard drag you did to get up onto the saddle not helping each clearly locked joint hindering the act. Stewing mentally you sat atop your horse already moving onwards with a few of the ponies following after wishing to simply get closer to whatever shelter came. Thorin when you were near to twenty feet away hurried up to mount his own pony walking off without him on top of which he lined up with his cousins wondering what changes to the contract might appease at least one of the issues you had named.

“Find the ponies!” Thorin’s shouts echoed over the sheets of hard rain while what they took to be distant threat of orcs having arrived just after finding the Troll hoard. Over his shoulder however he felt the heat of a flame passing by revealed to be a wine bottle with a flaming rag tucked into it. Straight into the face of a warg the bottle shattered lighting up the trio of beasts catching fire from the scattered droplets from the cocktail sending them racing off through the small troop of orc.

Blows had been traded and after being shoved into the hoard the hidden booze by you and Bilbo lit the battle for the Dwarves who didn’t require help seeing in the dark but loved the ease the cocktails sent the foes to split easing their downfall. “THORIN!” Wide eyed the Dwarf King’s hands rose to catch the massive cauldron you had used a makeshift slingshot to hurl his way open end facing him. Ready to shout at you his voice faltered seeing a jagged metal arm come through and lodge into the cauldron soon flung out of his grip by the white orc you had seen sneaking up on him.

Makeshift nets bound Fili and Kili up in the roots of a tree ending a try to ambush the lone white warg freeing them from the path of a crooked spear that crashed into the warg’s shoulder from two now fleeing from the beast now turned to chase after them. Pained grunts followed a sharp squeak luring eyes to your duck avoiding the cauldron Azog kicked off his metal arm causing a stream of blackened blood to spurt out of the stump. Turning to face his Nephews now cornered by the final gathering of orcs Thorin froze to the sound of a metal clash behind him in a body colliding with his smoke scented back. The flames having coated his Dwarf cloak fireproof by design matching each layer coating his men. A sharp sting in his back however had him groaning heavily and turning to find Bilbo covering his mouth to what was behind him.

Stepping forward the blade managing to pierce between two folds in his armored shirt and its detachable sleeve revealed it was barely an inch deep easing his turn to find you in Azog’s hold, off the ground feet pressed to the long sword’s hilt keeping it from pressing deeper into your lower ribs. Deliberately holding your breath trying to keep from injuring your lungs if you hadn’t already. Harsh and swift he flung his blade to the side sending you flying off into the dark cold mud. A quick patter of feet through the puddle filled path behind you found Bilbo racing to help, post throw of the final cocktail at the white warg’s face cloaking Azog in flames easing Thorin, Dwalin, Gloin and Bombur’s ambush turning him into a large dead pincushion sure to hack him to pieces ensuring he was dead.

“Miss Pear!” Squinting through the rain Ori was seen darting off towards your bent self lying back down on your back with legs sweeping out those of the pair of orcs trying to stab between your wiggles to avoid their long swords. War hammer borrowed from Dwalin in hand Ori took the head off of one while Bilbo stabbed into the back of a third he had been tussling with to knock his weapon away having hoped to reach you to cover your wound staining the puddle under you with your free flowing blood. Even on your back stabbing with a broken dagger you pulled from the hoard, abandoned for reason now evident from breaking at its first blow to the legs of the howling orc that abruptly feel to an arrow in its head.

“Elves!” Thorin muttered in the sudden sweep of Elves into the rain soaked battle ground taking out the remaining white warg and orcs. Focus however of the blonde among the group turned to Bilbo nearest to his horse now plopping to his knees beside the collapsed body in the mud. Open mouthed he watched a final struggle once you had turned over to climb at least onto your knees only to collapse into the muddy water pooling under you. Fisting your shirts Bilbo rolled you onto your side easing a coughing breath for you silencing any fight from the Dwarves seeing the blood staining the front and back of your shirts and thighs from a wound Ori had taken a book strap from his satchel he used to cut blood flow to the mystery source of the blood pool growing on your right leg. Handkerchief in hand Bilbo tried to stem the bleed on your chest luring the blonde to jump down lifting you into his arms to again mount his steed and race off towards the hidden Elven keep.

Hoof beats were lost to the rain the farther him and the two chasing him got and without argument the ponies were rounded and loaded up to ride with their regrettably Elven escort. Biting his inner lip Thorin scrubbed and changed grateful for cover and the chance for fires to ease the pain his protector had gained. While dinner was welcome the empty seat meant for their missing member cast a mournful mood over the men eyeing their empty plates. Grinning weakly Lord Elrond entered the dining hall luring all eyes to him when he said, “Your female companion should make a full recovery.”

Thorin asked, “Truly?”

Elrond nodded taking his seat, “Yes, it is not often a blade through the ribs could be, however the angle was lucky avoiding the lungs. Medicine was given to counter the poisoned oil coating the blade that caused the gash on her thigh, also quite inconvenient though far from troubling once it is healed.” Laying his napkin across his lap he stated, “How one so young managed against Spreading Frost Sickness is beyond our comprehension, from what young Mr Baggins has stated you have faced near to a month of rains and frigid temperatures.”

“Spreading Frost Sickness?” Balin asked.

Elrond nodded, “Yes, our Numenor kin face it, thankfully it is not beyond recovery stages, already medicines have been issued to cure it.”

Thorin wet his lips asking, “How debilitating is the sickness?”

Elrond replied, “Three years is the life expectancy once contracted, within a year most are reduced to full bed rest losing more control of movement while they wither.”

Thorin swallowed and lowered his gaze to the salad being set before him, “Has she eaten?”

Elrond, “No, not yet. Resting, sleep tonics were given to encourage much needed time to heal.”

Rest, nothing but rest and pitying gazes sent your way filled your days with each member of the Company between quieter times with the Elves come to coat your wounds with more creams and change your bandages. Stirring curious glimpses to the piercing on your naval and tattoo on your right ribcage. A white owl seated in ruby, purple and green curled vines forming a lopsided heart around it in a sea of twinkling stars bright in a blue and black night sky fading to fluffy white and grey clouds below on your side swirling around an elegant compass surrounded by purple doodles of bunnies formed from the clouds bounding or walking around to complete your side piece ending at your hip. An odd jumble but no less beautiful stirring wonder as to how painful it was or the process for the artwork itself several had come to confirm was actually moving. The naval piercing however had a semi known meaning for Dwarves at least, a marker of a wait for your One to have a family that male and female got equally along with other piercings that all held their own meanings.

Sad to see however through where the gash on your thigh had landed disturbed a pink trail of bunny footprints flowing down from the side piece above, half the ink already fading for the choice of color for the work so no damage done on your part knowing you could have always picked something else later. Possibly another bunny themed piece to go with the jackalope outline in grey on your left forearm you’d yet to complete sitting still until you did so. Now however things were different and even though you had an endless supply of ink and your enchanted kit here to continue your dream of owning a tattoo shop there was no assurance of getting customers as the only Dwarves you knew wouldn’t trust you with pitching a tent let alone tattooing one of them. From your bag that had been among your other things formerly in your moving van now a bottomless carpet bag a sketch book had been brought out for you to keep busy now littered with portraits of those new faces you had come into contact with.

All the while trying to work out what was coming in your mind. You had read the books and had hoped for something different. Smaug was waiting with a sickness behind him to spoil the victory of the Dwarf King. You had to fix it, save the idiotic jerk no doubt planning to break your contract and leave you behind. All the same asleep again your book was left open with a sketch of the Company around a fire laughing and talking before the rains came that once Thorin’s solemn stare over you was complete Balin had turned their focus to your book he took hold of along with the pencil between your fingers. Both eased gently out from under your hand they glanced at you in a slumbering shift moving your arms to lay over your belly with the other now draped above your head revealing the tattoo none had seen up close before.

Each sketch and scene was admired along with a few pages of ideas for coloring on your now visible tattoo. All varying from moving to not bubbling up their curiosity if you were a Wizard too and just hadn’t said so. Balin murmured, “A skin painter,” in awe of your skills knowing most of theirs were lost to Smaug in his attack, a highly prized role in their culture aiding in marking special events to wear with pride.

Thorin murmured as he lifted the jumbled blanket over you to your shoulders, “Perhaps we might be able to persuade Miss Pear to remain in Erebor and aid our kin with their markers. A lovely addition to our contract no doubt. No wonder she took to staring at Dwalin’s hands while he sharpened his blades near her.”

Balin, “For now at least, perhaps we might slip back to helping with the surprise.” Gently closing your book he set on the bedside table with your pencil before turning to leave pretending not to notice Thorin’s stolen glance back to you as you rolled grumbling onto your side to nestle under the covers into the pillows even more.

Back to the group they went joining in on the surprise party they were throwing you. An off the cuff remark from Bilbo on his birthday he forgot he’d promised to make his mother’s famous apple turnovers when you’d chanced upon a grove of apple trees past Bree had your own birthday mentioned stirring up a conversation of traditions for the occasion. Apples were gathered and Bilbo beamed being able to have control of the kitchens to make his famous treats for the occasion while Bombur and Nori delved into making a lovely cake.

Shifting onto your back one grumble from you came in the cracking of your eyes. Groggily to the edge of the bed you inched and taking hold of the cane left there you stood and crossed the room to the private bath. The gash was mainly closed but to begin putting weight on the leg with badly bruised muscles through the thigh that would take a few days at least more to walk without any irritation. Once through out you walked glancing around not wishing to head back to bed just yet, steadily with your cane you crept into the hall and glanced around the corner of the city that was in view by the open courtyards and walkways. Two steps later and you decided to turn right, following the path to what turned out to be a balcony overlooking a set of fountains over several levels of the city feeding into the one below fed clearly in a turn of your head by a small waterfall from the cliffs above the chasm this city was carved from.

Resting a hand on the marble banister in a lift onto your toes a peering glance to your left gave you a view of distant gardens. Right in front of you a flock of birds passed and turning around with a grin you watched them fly, in their loop around a pillar you followed assuming that they were waiting on you from their second and third loops. Past these halls down a set of steps you eased finding an open garden around another large fountain and a stream filled with ducklings. Pulsing pains in your leg took you to a bench that you lowered onto, softly you exhaled resting your cane against your shoulder between your legs that to a tune in your head your fingers tapped.

“I had not guessed for explorations to occur for at least another day.” Turning your head you couldn’t help but smirk looking over the serious Elf looking down at you.

“Well the birds led me here. You wouldn’t be Lord Elrond, would you?”

Making him smirk as well and step closer gathering his outer robe to sit beside you. “I am.” Looking you over he asked, “You are feeling well? Up for adventure it seems.”

“Yes, thank you, for having me, and helping me. I know it must have been quite off putting.”

“I must say, your wounds were quite astounding. Not many are stabbed through the ribs and live to tell about it. As for your markings in your skin, they are unlike any I have seen. My kin are quite curious how they move on your skin.”

“Oh, magic, back in my old world sketches and even tattoos can move, quite a simple enchantment really. I was a tattoo artist, how I kept food on the table.”

To the sinking of your grin he stated in a tilt of his head, “What is ailing you? Do you miss your home?”

“No,” shaking your head you said, “I had custody of my baby brother, he died last year. I miss him, not the places.”

“How did he die?”

“He got sick, there wasn’t anything the Doctors could do.” Again you shook your head as a tear fell down your cheek luring his hand to fold over your lower arm for a comforting moment.

“I lost my brother as well. I know the pain. You lost your parents as well?”

“They died about ten years ago, just left one day, found out they went to the grand canyon and just, jumped. The state wanted to take my brother but I got a job at the town tattoo parlor helping with sketches and cleaning up until I was seventeen and I could get my license to tattoo and bring in more money for the both of us. Made sure kept to his studies and one day he just couldn’t get out of bed, he died a week later.”

“Should you wish it you will always be welcome here.”

Grinning at him you replied, “Thank you. Wouldn’t expect less from the last homely house in the East.” That had his brow arching up to the curious term used mainly by Elves and Wizards who had known the Undying Lands. “I’ve read about you, and this place, truly is beautiful, much better than the books say.” After a moment you added, “I’m sorry too, that your mom is a bird and your dad is flying a ship and never comes to visit you,” making him smirk again. “Must be hard to explain to your kids without sounding crazy. Then I can imagine them trying to make wings from blankets saying Gran could fly why can’t we.” Luring a chuckle from the Lord recounting instances just like that from his trio’s youths.

“That and my sons, both asking if they shone bright enough, there is a star named after my Ada.”

“Yes,” you said with a nod, “In the vial thing Galadriel has, she’s bottled some of it.” Making his lips part, “In the book she gives it to Bilbo’s Nephew slash Cousin when he goes to destroy the One Ring.” Stiffening the Lord even more.

“Books speak of this? The location of the One Ring?”

“There’s a Goblin Town not far from here, Gollum lives there, he’s River Folk? Something close to a Hobbit, had it for five hundred years now I think. He lives in the caves below them. Stone Giants are in the pass leading up to a hidden trap entrance to Goblin Town.”

Elrond lowly asked, “Were I to escort you to their lands might you be able to aid us in locating it? Once you are recovered, I mean.”

“Sure, the book is a bit vague on the location, but I can give it a go.”

“Thank you, truly. Locating the One Ring-,”

“Could change everything, I know. Save so many lives too.”

“For now, perhaps allow us to show you through Imladris, all the best parts,” his hand motioned towards an Elleth with a wicker wheelchair that he helped you up to walk over and lower into. Crouched down he eased both legs onto the foot rest, taking hold of your cane settled in the holder on the back in his first step at your side to show you the way.

“There you are!” All of the Company were there in your room smiling at your return from a simple tour and not having required more healing from a further unnoticed injury or illness.

Straight across your birthday cake between the lit candles your eyes landed on Thorin chuckling to a joke his Nephews were sharing to him filling his glass with more wine. Birthday wishes were sacred, everyone knew that, and just maybe, you could change things for the better. One deep breath and a blow doused the flames with cheers from the Company all wondering what you might have wished for.

…

Another week was all it took and behind Glorfindel you rode to the edge of the Stone Giant lands. In the middle of him and Elrond the pair curious about your reasoning to go with only two of you a tug of your sleeves came before you reached into the pouch in your pocket flinging out a large intricately embroidered cloak that in draping over your arm had their mouths dropping open as it vanished. “Invisibility cloak.” Around the three of you it expanded blanketing you all upon finding a hidden doorway, “Just remember, it won’t muffle our voices.” Quietly through the maze of the Goblin city behind your jean, sweater and boot clad self after the refusal to wear armor over your still slightly sore muscles hoping to not be slowed down.

Miles it seemed you searched between Goblins milling about only to pause with eyes nearly crossing at a puff of perfume in a dispenser one of the Goblins had been inspecting had your hands shifting to pinch your nose. Silently you cast a muffling charm and wide eyed the Lords peered down at you when you sneezed not once but three times. Subtly they gripped the hilts of their blades only to notice the Goblins rubbing their ears and shaking their heads complaining about a buzzing sound. “Sorry,” you whispered, “Remembered the muffling charm though, so, good news,” again you sneezed making the pair shake their heads through momentary grins and join you back to exploring.

One odd dark dip in the path and the duo turned to look with you curious about the path they turned you all to explore. Darkness to a haphazard empty path led to ragged echoes of breathing making you clench a hand onto Elrond’s belt shifting rocks under foot halted the breathing. Down your gaze went luring the pair with you in crouching making their mouths drop open at the golden ring lying in the mud. Carefully into a mint tin you used a dagger from Elrond’s boot to shift then pocket it, sheathing his dagger again you stood seeing a pair of glowing blue eyes peering over a rock. Wetting your lips the pair eyed your hands laid on their elbows, “We need to go,” before they could speak up to the ledge you aparated making them look around in confusion at being under the warm bright sun again. “Sorry, he really creeps me out in the books.”

Glorfindel asked lowering the cloak from his head, “How did you do that?”

“Magic, but I can only go where I’ve been to know where I’m going to land.” To the cloak folding up again in your arms the horses moved closer from their nibbling on some odd foliage on the side of one of the cliffs eager to head home again.

Elrond spoke up after clearing his throat, “Let us return then, and make our plans from there.”

“Well, if you don’t mind I have a few ideas myself.” With a grin you reached up to his shoulders before his hands lifted you up onto the horse behind Glorfindel. Hastily back you rode to the waiting group of guards just outside the cliffs smiling to themselves noticing the successful glimmer in the Lords’ eyes along with their unharmed selves making them all the more thankful their guide had survived that brutal attack to gain this upper hand the allied forces now held.

Shoulder deep in your bag while around the desk in Elrond’s study the Lords conversed on possible plans a family heirloom was found and blindly lifted, upright in your room you smirked eyeing the basilisk venom infused long sword encrusted with emeralds. Straight to the open courtyard you walked taking the mint tin out of your pocket that one handedly you opened dumping it and the last three mints out with it onto the stone pedestal in the center. The hiss of the ring had the duo conferencing pause and turn for Elrond to say, “Miss Pear, no weapon can wound that ring!”

The glint of light reflecting off the sword lured the awed Dwarves in to get a look at the stunning weapon to your saying, “I don’t intend to wound it,” Mouths dropped open when you lifted the sword with both hands bringing it down heavily into the hissing ring. Hastily the Lords hurried to the courtyard in the retraction of the sword from the stunningly halved ring that a shrill shriek escaped from making you mutter, “Oh shit,” dropping your sword you knew what was coming and you weren’t fast enough to think of a spell to avoid it. One large pulse and off you alone flew from the dissipating plume of black ooze levitating from the ring crumbling to dust. Wide eyed Fili and Kili were closest, rushing off the open ledge the courtyard was on leaping into the air to fold around you clinging tightly to cushion your fall. Rushing water was what you three ran into, a waterfall that post collision to the rock wall behind it down you three plummeted into the raging river it fed into.

Unable to fight the currents far above Elves had already raced to what they would be ordered to, closing the gate doors inside the currents that you three hit and clung to coughing while the plank ledge was lowered by pulley systems above the arch the gate sat in. Whistles and shouts turned the three of you around to kick off the gate bars to fold your arms around the ledge huffing out, “Now I’m wet.”

Unable to help it Fili chortled pressing his forehead into the wood a moment as Kili said, “Not bad of a ride.” Hoisting himself up signaling Fili to do the same.

They both looked at you in your lip biting try to tug yourself up only feeling your pants slipping down in their move to help you up, “I apologize for the butt, my pants are slipping.” Chuckling to themselves they took hold of your arms helping you up noticing the colorful tattoos on your side along with the white scar of where the sword had exited your back.

Gripping your jeans the waistline was inched up and you sighed seeing how thin the plank ledge was only to grip the edges when Fili caused it to sway in trying to stand up, muttering himself in a belly flop to grip it, “Crawl it is.” Up onto all fours again he led the crawl to the end where a group of Elves helped you all up. Together straightening your clothes to walk you all back to the courtyard filled with the Dwarves relaxed at word you were safely being escorted back no more than wet with your sturdy Dwarf cushions assuring you they had fallen harder and farther growing up with even flashes of their backs proving they weren’t even bruised.

Kili asked looking you over, “Were you expecting the blast?”

“Honestly, kinda forgot about the blast.” Wringing out your tightening braid with curls wishing to spring free now they had soaked up so much water sure to take all day to dry on its own.

Fili, “How could you?”

“Well you don’t see very many horcrux to know the process well to plan ahead for a blast blocking spell.”

Kili, “They have those?”

“Yes, and I am actually quite skilled in charms, however, on the spot, I tend to be spotty with my memory.”

“Where did you purchase this sword?” Thorin rumbled once you came into view again wringing out your braid.

“Family heirloom.” His brows inched up shifting the blade resting across his raised hands with an impressed grin.

Gloin, “Must have cost a fortune.”

“Well it’s Goblin made,” that had all eyes on you, “Our Goblins were different than yours, about two feet tall and able to tell real treasure from fakes by looking at it. Mainly run our banks and antique shops now focusing on their skills.”

Oin, “No doubt your Dwarves must be jealous to have lost your service.”

“No Dwarves,” that had another look your way, “Well not like you, dwarves there are people under three feet, more a disfigurement not a race like here, but it wasn’t bought, the one gifted with the sword saved a Goblin’s life and was gifted that, they hate life debts. Absolutely hate them. And Goblin made items are priceless.”

Dwalin, “These gems alone could boast that, even in a silver sword.”

Thorin flicked his hands upwards turning the blade over smirking at the weight, “For this size it is quite lightweight.”

“Well it’s absorbed Essence of Cloud,” lifting his gaze, “along with Basilisk venom, useful on Horcrux.”

Elrond, “Horcrux and Essence of Cloud?”

“Horcrux, when you take a piece of your soul to hide in an object to be immortal, your body can die but the soul lives on. Essence of Cloud makes things lighter, so if I were to drop it also it will float back to the wielder it remains loyal to however it does tend to spark up when storms roll in.” That had his brow arch up, “Like lightning, but only for big storms, like trees torn out of the ground big.”

Glorfindel, “We have yet to face a storm of that caliber.”

“Yes but your trees seem to be a mile wide, I think the largest tree I’d seen there was maybe thirty feet tall, and that might be exaggerated because I was five at the time. There were only four trees in our city all about your height.”

Glorfindel, “How can you survive without trees to protect your village?”

“Um, I don’t know how to answer that.”

Ori, “You must dwell in mountains then!”

“No, no mountains on our island, we have hills, but no one lives in them, the ground shifts and they tend to collapse.” The Dwarves blinked again and you said, “Again, no magical Dwarves live there, just people. Even Wizards have their limits, you don’t mess with mountains.”

Nori, “I am afraid to ask why.”

“Well, the last time a Wizard tried to turn a mountain into a school it sank the entire island,”

Dori, “Ah,”

“But not how you would think, he messed up the spell and brought the mountain to life which began a rampage to eat everyone and everything eventually breaking the faults in the land that just gave in starting to erode with how heavy a mountain is.”

Bofur, “What happened to the mountain?”

“Oh, it took about forty Wizards to blast it apart covering the island that started to sink or it could have gone to other islands too.”

Elrond said, “For now, perhaps it is best we allow you to dry off and the questioning may continue over a meal.”

Pt 2

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ravensandwritings · 5 years

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and then i plotted out a fuckton of hero academia fic

What is setting up a timeline for fics to follow We Are Here:

Tailor Made - The first step to acceptance is adjusting your life to the new normal, instead of trying to cling to the old normal, or: Toshinori gets clothes that fit. Midnight and Present Mic assist, while Eraserhead is busy with Eri in the hospital.

Churning The Earth - As provisional classes continue, specialized education branches off from general seminars as students focus on their individual weaknesses and failures with an instructor. How do you teach compassion to one who is set single-minded on victory? With Bakugo knowing his secret, the boy needs more lessons that don't involve combat, but demand respect, dignity and quiet. Or did Bakugo think bodies just cleaned themselves up when a hero fails? (Address that All Might, due to status, never really did this -- it was unseemly for him to be seen assisting, due to his symbol of peace-ness. How did that affect him, how does the guilt linger? How does this affect Bakugo? How is Nighteye's death still looming over All Might?) (Before cultural fair)

Needs Must, Needs Met - Mirio, still quirkless, is a bit adrift. He can't go back to his internship, and school has him on leave. Toshinori, however, has his own ideas. When his needs can also help Mirio meet his own, they get a strange internship between two people who need to find new ways to be heroic. (The Ghost of Nighteye overshadows both of them, and perhaps this bargain will appease his his restless spirit.) (Immediately after Cultural Fair.)

Gravedust - At some point, All Might has to address that he never fixed things with Nighteye. That he could, perhaps, found a way to compromise. Approached him. Apologized. But that time is gone. There are now two graves to tend to in Toshinori's life.

The Ducklings - Taking cues from what they see from the educators, class 1-A start to follow suit in checking in on their teacher's well being. While well-intended, sometimes it can go to far. How can he lead them to great heights if they're busy propping him up?

A Certain Lack - Featuring Gray-Ace Bi Might and gay as hell Eraserhead. How do you figure out how you feel about someone, when you've had this kind of feeling for a person maybe five times in your five decades? It's not that you haven't had sex -- you happily served other's needs as part of the line of duty. But what about your needs, when they suddenly arise? Do you really need or want it? Isn't it a complication? And what if these feelings are useless, lacking any reciprocation? He's not some twitterpaited schoolboy! But yet... but yet. (Slooooooooow buuuuuuuurnnnnnnnnnn.)

Unexpected Alliance - Between saving the world, each other, and and working toward becoming better heroes as Shinso also tries to join the Hero Course, something comes up in the course of his training: information about All Might that leads him to believe that he's totally got it for the homeroom teacher for 1-A. Who the hell does he take this information, other than Midoriya? But where Midoriya and All Might are involved, Bakugo is sure to follow. Plans involving kittens, vulnerability, confidence boosters and a healthy dose of teenage meddling ensue. As more of class 1-A get involved, the more risky everything gets. Can they help out their idiot teachers? Can anybody? (Or, Class 1-A does the parent trap.)

Sharing Sleepless Space - Eri's an adorable bundle of PTSD, just like most of her caretakers. With both Eraserhead and All Might living in the teacher's wing with Eri, they take turns handing her off, sleeping in shifts when the nights are bad. Then they just start staying up together, because Toshinori is still a born entertainer-- and his bedtime stories are literally the things of legends. Sleeping in heaps may ensue, which is good - Shinso and friends didn't work this hard to get those two to relax around each other to not recognized they're totally married already.

Kintsugi - Hot hot hot erasermight, scar acceptance, the body, even flawed, as beautiful. Dealing with body dysphoria and intimacy, All Might can't really fathom becoming intimate again with literally anyone. He still thinks of this body as alien, even if he's now stuck living in it full time.

THINGS WILL PROBABLY BE ADDED AS CANON APPEARS because that's just how i roll.

(And apparently @aerialsquid may either be writing or co-writing some of these bits so who knew, right?)

Stories that may relate or stand on their own?

Learning to Teach - Vigilante-era Aizawa has to deal with the fact that Midnight's not wrong, and his work with the vigilante's has been educational itself. Possibly guest-star of emotionally Wholesome Ingenium / Iida Tensei? Because he needs more pre-Stain love.

What Comes Next - When All Might and Eraserhead have to meet with Iida Tenya's parents, the conversation is very predictable. However, the request from Iida Tensei is not.

Grumpy Old Men - Look someone needs to write rarepair All Might/Knuckleduster, and I am more than willing to take that bullet.

Still nebulous: I want something to do with Nighteye and maybe some grief processing. Obon festival? Two graves to clean?

The Cycle of the Lotus - The lotus is a symbol of rebirth: it draws down beneath the muck every right, only to have its flower push back under the sun, waxy petals making it resistant to sticky mud or algae. Toshinori's got his own lotus blazoned on his side, but he's been down under the muck for far too long. What can get him to rise again? The Symbol of Peace needs a symbol of hope, and in what form does it arrive? Deku-and-Dadmight central? PTSD related probably? FIGURE THIS OUT. (This one's so amorphous still.)

Everything is going to spin off post-Nighteye's death, with some stuff potentially being earlier, Kamino-time stuff, and it will be a loose series of single story pieces? Maybe? Basically it looks like my brain is gearing up to have stuff between Massive Babydaddy Riddler chapters for Sins of the Father, and I'm okay with that. Let there be a cleanser, especially since that first Going Citizen story is, well, 2-3 chapters away from finish. (three years, novel length. Holy shit guys.)

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if ur still taking prompts would u consider writing something from charlie's pov involving dee's pregnancy? i'm a massive sucker for domestic shit, even if it is slightly ooc alskdflj

I feel like it took me forever to write this. Sorry! Hope it turned out okay- I was really excited to write it. Maybe that’ll make up for the glaring errors and clunkyness of it all. It takes place same day as King of the Rats ep.

Dee watched Charlie sittingin a booth, his dreambook and a few empty beer bottles scattered on the table.He was clearly not sober, a mixture of whatever he found in the basement and afew beers. They were alone in the bar; Frank had left to celebrate under thebridge, and the other two had left claiming that, as owners and those who didall the setting up, they didn’t have to tear down the decorations, and that thejanitor and waitress could do it.

Dee groaned to herself, realizingthat she still felt some affection towards him that day. Goddamit, stupid baby hormones were making her soft. She smirked,sliding into the seat across the table, “Since it’s not really your birthday, I think you may be a little too shitfaced.”

He looked up. “Nah, I’m good.‘Sides this day was supposed to help me and shit,” he answered, gesturing tothe half down decorations.

They sat in silence for amoment, looking around and enjoying the calm after a stressful day, beforeCharlie’s words cut through almost sing-songy.

“You’re having a baby.”

“Yeah,” Dee chuckled, lightlyrunning a hand over her stomach, “not that you assholes care.”

He squinted at her, “’Coursewe do.”

The first time she told themshe was pregnant, he didn’t really care. Then things began changing, she hadstopped drinking, and sat out on some schemes; she was getting bigger, andsuddenly the full meaning hit and it felt as if he was drenched with ice water,or did too many Charlie One-Twos. There was a sense of shock and dread. Everythingwas going to be different. 20 yearsand everything was going to change. Sweet Dee was going to have a baby andleave them, or the gang was going to ditch her.

He tried to remember any guysshe might have brought around, which one might have done this, but none stayed.None seemed to really care. Charlie never liked the guys she flaunted, hell evenMac, who would’ve been the most happy to have Dee out of the gang, said that shehad the worst taste in men.

This jabroni wasn’t around,and that made Charlie angry; whether it was for Dee or because he knew what itwas like being abandoned by a dad, he wasn’t sure.

Of course, learning that hewasn’t the father was a relief. But ever since the others brought Schmittyback, casting Charlie out of the gang, did he feel a kinship with Dee. Theywere the two worst treated members of the gang; maybe Ernesto was ontosomething with the soulmates of pain thing.

Charlie didn’t want a lot ofresponsibility, to sacrifice his fun, laidback life, but had to do something. He couldn’t stand by and makeDee do this alone, or let this kid feel like he did. “I mean… I can do stuff.” Charlie explained, “Teach him somehockey, have a catch. This kid’s gonna need a dad. Or someone to just, y’know…be there.”

Dee shook her head, “You’re highas shit, Charlie.”

“I can do it, Dee. I thought about it before;when we got those school jobs and were best friends. I knew this kid would haveto fit in there somewhere.”

She looked doubtful.

“Come on. The guy’s not even around. I know you think we don’t care,but we do. When that stuff came out of the screen today, I was thinkin’ I gotto protect Dee and the baby. I never really thought stuff like that before.”

Feeling both amused andtouched at his confessions, Dee decided to press further, asking, maybe evenchallenging, “What if it’s a girl?”

He looked surprised for amoment, almost as if the possibility hadn’t even occurred to him. “Well, that’sokay. Girls can do that shit, too. You’re a girl, and we do fun stuff.” A touchof excitement lit in his eyes, “is ita girl?” This threw off his plans, but it just went from just being a baby to aperson, it felt more real, and thatwas pretty cool.

“Don’t know yet. Might wait untilit to pops out. Be a surprise,” Dee shrugged.

Charlie nodded, and it washard to tell if he was confused or disappointed, “Cool. Cool.”

He was definitely very intoxicated,but there was a sincerity that told her these weren’t drunken ramblings, but atruth that came from deep down- one that was only shared without inhibitions;he sounded more determined as he spoke. His determination was strange, italmost seemed like he wanted this,and it was making her feel strangely guilty.

Looking at his current state,Dee decided to tell him- it’d appease him for the moment, but there was no wayhe’d remember in the morning. They would all go back to ignoring it and thingswould quit feeling so personal, be back to normal.

She sighed lightly, “it’s notmy baby, Charlie.”

His eyes narrowed inconfusion, head tilting slightly to the side, “oh? I didn’t know that possiblefor the lady. Like, how could that even work?”

“I’m doing the surrogatething, for real this time.”

“Oh, right, yeah. Didn’t knowyou were trying that again.”

Dee laughed. “Yeah, well, youguys blew it for me last time. Didn’t want you to screw it up again,” beforecontinuing more softly, “It’s going to be good, Charlie. This kid’s going to have a dad. And a mom. Onesthat actually want it. Better thanany of us had.”

He smiled back, “yeah, that’sgood.”

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I like to imagine that Dee doesn’t say it’s Carmen because she doesn’t want the gang to know to make stupid comments. (almost protective in a way)

Someone talked about protecting the baby in their tags on gifs of that scene and it’s so good and I can’t take credit

Thanks for sending- I love getting prompts! I’ll give it a little time and do some minor editing then post to my ao3 collection too.

If anybody wants to send more please do

#chardee #my writing #I can't write first person #it's too weird?

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New story in Politics from Time: Pelosi to Call House Back Into Session to Vote on Bill That Would Stop Changes at Postal Service

(WASHINGTON) — Speaker Nancy Pelosi said Sunday she is calling the House back into session over the crisis at the U.S. Postal Service, setting up a political showdown amid growing concerns that the Trump White House is trying to undermine the agency ahead of the election.

Pelosi is cutting short lawmakers’ summer recess with a vote expected the Saturday after the Democratic National Convention on legislation that would prohibit changes at the agency as tensions mount. President Donald Trump’s new postmaster general, Louis DeJoy, has sparked nationwide outcry over delays, new prices and cutbacks just as millions of Americans will be trying to vote by mail to avoid polling places during the coronavirus outbreak.

“In a time of a pandemic, the Postal Service is Election Central,” Pelosi wrote Sunday in a letter to colleagues, who had been expected to be out of session until September. “Lives, livelihoods and the life of our American Democracy are under threat from the president.”

The decision to recall the House, made after a weekend of high-level leadership discussions, carries a political punch. Voting in the House will highlight the issue after the weeklong convention nominating Joe Biden as the party’s presidential pick and pressure the Republican-held Senate to respond. Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell sent senators home for a summer recess.

Earlier Sunday, Democratic lawmakers demanded that leaders of the Postal Service testify at an emergency oversight hearing Aug. 24 on mail delays.

The House Oversight and Reform Committee said it wants to hear from DeJoy and from the chair of the Postal Service board of governors, Robert “Mike” Duncan.

With heightened scrutiny of its operations, the Postal Service is now requesting a temporary preelection rate increase, from mid-October through Christmas, although not for first-class letters.

The agency did not immediately respond to requests for comment about whether the two men would appear before the House committee. But it said Sunday it would stop removing its distinctive blue mailboxes through mid-November following complaints from customers and members of Congress that the collection boxes were being taken away.

“Given the recent customer concerns the Postal Service will postpone removing boxes for a period of 90 days while we evaluate our customers’ concerns,” Postal Service spokeswoman Kimberly Frum said.

House Democrats are expected to discuss the lawmakers’ schedule details on a conference call on Monday and were likely to be in session next Saturday, a senior Democratic aide said on condition of anonymity because the plans were private.

The legislation being prepared for the vote, the “Delivering for America Act,” would prohibits the Postal Service from implementing any changes to operations or level of service it had in place on Jan. 1.

DeJoy, a major Republican donor and ally of the president who took control of the agency in June, has pledged to modernize the money-losing agency to make it more efficient, and has eliminated most overtime for postal workers, imposed restrictions on transportation and reduced of the quantity and use of mail-processing equipment.

Trump said last week that he was blocking a $25 billion emergency injection sought by the Postal Service, as well as a Democratic proposal to provide $3.6 billion in additional election money to the states. The Republican president worries that mail-in voting could cost him reelection. The money for the post office is intended to help with processing an expected surge of mail-in ballots. Both funding requests have been tied up in congressional negotiations over a new coronavirus relief package.

On Saturday, Trump tried to massage his message, saying he supports increasing money for the Postal Service. He said he was refusing to capitulate to Democrats on other parts of the relief package, including funding for states weighed down by debt accumulated before the pandemic.

But the president’s critics were not appeased, contending that Trump has made the calculation that a lower voter turnout would improve his chances of winning a second term.

“What you are witnessing is a president of the United States who is doing everything he can to suppress the vote, make it harder for people to engage in mail-in balloting at a time when people will be putting their lives on the line by having to go out to a polling station and vote,” said Sen. Bernie Sanders, I-Vt.

In announcing the upcoming hearing, congressional Democrats said in a statement: “The postmaster general and top Postal Service leadership must answer to the Congress and the American people as to why they are pushing these dangerous new policies that threaten to silence the voices of millions, just months before the election.”

The lawmakers included Pelosi of California and New York Rep. Carolyn Maloney, the committee chair, along with Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer of New York and Michigan Sen. Gary Peters, the top Democrat on the Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee, which oversees the Postal Service.

Earlier this month, Maloney’s committee had invited DeJoy to appear Sept. 17 at a hearing focusing on operational changes to the Postal Service that are causing delays in mail deliveries.

But after Trump acknowledged in a Fox Business interview on Thursday that he’s starving the agency of money to make it harder to process an expected surge of mail-in ballots, the committee decided to move up their call for the appearance of DeJoy’ well as the governing board chair.

Funding a cash-strapped Postal Service has quickly turned into a top campaign issue as Trump presses his unsupported claim that increased mail-in voting will undermine the credibility of the election and Democrats push back.

Trump, who spent the weekend at his New Jersey golf club, derided universal mail-in voting as a “scam” and defended DeJoy as the right person to “streamline the post office and make it great again.”

His chief of staff, Mark Meadows, tried on Sunday to counter criticism that Trump was trying to stifle turnout with national and battleground state polls showing him facing a difficult path to reelection against Biden.

“I’ll give you that guarantee right now: The president of the United States is not going to interfere with anybody casting their vote in a legitimate way, whether it’s the post office or anything else,” Meadows said.

But Democrats said changes made by DeJoy constitute “a grave threat to the integrity of the election and to our very democracy.”

The agency in the meantime is now seeking a short-term, end-of-the-year rate increase, according to a notice filed Friday with the Postal Regulatory Commission. The reasons: increased expenses, heightened demand for online packages due to the coronavirus pandemic and an expected increase in holiday mail volume.

The plan would raise prices on commercial domestic competitive parcels, including Priority Mail Express, Priority Mail, first-class package service, Parcel Select and Parcel Return Service.

Most of the proposed increases would be less than 10%. They range from 24 cents for Parcel Select Service, which starts at $3.05, to a $1.50 increase for Priority Mail Express Commercial, which starts at $22.75. The regulatory commission is expected to decide on the proposals next month.

The Postal Service is the country’s most popular government agency with 91% of Americans having a favorable opinion of the service, according to a Pew Research Center Survey published in April.

“What concerns me is an all-out attack — they’re not even hiding it — by the president of the United States to undermine the United States Postal Service, to underfund it, to allow a mega-donor leading it to overtly do things to slow down the mail,” said Sen. Cory Booker, D-N.J.

Sanders was on NBC’s “Meet the Press,” while Meadows and Booker appeared on CNN’s ”State of the Union.”

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Madhani reported from Bedminster, N.J. Associated Press writer Lisa Mascaro contributed to this report.

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