Dwarf Racist Party Dad

Welcome, peasants. Sit down, have some wine. Not too much, though, for it is far too strong for your frail little human bodies to handle. I do hope you enjoy your stay here in the Woodland realm.

[askrandythrandy]

BOSS!

WHAT?!

[askrandythrandy]

"If you don’t love me, can you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

“What—?” A full scrunch of his nose and brows narrowed as he looked down at her, thoughts tangling in each other in knots while he tried to determin what had made her say such a thing. Have such doubt. Tedd sighed, taking a step forward and folding his arms around her, tucking her securely against his chest with a kiss to her brow. 

"You can have a minute. You can have a life time of my minutes…I thought you’d of known that by now."

[askrandythrandy]

elseishouldkissyoutodeath:

"N… No," she said slowly. "I don’t see Oscar until next week." And lunch with Oscar was never enough to reduce her to this level of insecurity—even when he challenged her, she knew he was doing it because he cared for her and for Lily.

Tedd’s choice of words made her flinch—she knew it was meant to be reassurance that they were alone, and a reminder that she typically trusted him, but there was no just him, not when he was so much to her. She’d known it would be hard to keep it from him, but she hadn’t quite been prepared for the lurching in her stomach, or the ache behind her ribs that desperately wants him to know—but it’s not the only thing that’s desperate, and blurting it out, she knows, would feel sour. Luckily, she knew she was a bad liar, and had rehearsed an answer, just in case. “I saw Doctor Jimenez this afternoon,” she admitted carefully, “just for some test results. My hemoglobin is low, apparently—lower than it’s been in years. They…want me to have an infusion over the weekend.” She shivered, pressing her face into his chest. “I really hate hospitals.”

The worried brow turned to a full on frown, glad for the fact her head was there to provide a shield of view. He might not have known much, but he knew she wasn't fond of hospitals. Who could blame her? The stench of disinfectant filling the halls and pouring into every room. Trying to cover up the smell of sickness and sometimes even death. He hated them himself, reminded him of his wife. Of Lucas and the relationship that wasn't. 

But he'd not leave her to be there alone, he also knew what that had felt like, and she didn't need that. Not on top of everything else she dealt with. He held her closer, hand making a steady up and down along her back, breath warm in the top of her hair, anything to let her know that he was indeed here for her. That he wasn't going anywhere. 

"I'll go with you," murmured as he pulled back slightly; a finger tilting her chin up towards him with a heartfelt smile. "I can have the girls cover, things are slow as of late and I'm sure they'll be happy to be rid of the boss for a day." He leaned in, pressing lips softly to hers, thumb stroking along her cheek, "I'm coming with you. I'll even pack my own pillow and request one of those silly cots. It'll be all right, these things usually are."

[askrandythrandy]

♔

non sexual acts of intimacy Finding your muse wearing their clothes 

A smirk as he let his body lean against the entryway of the kitchen. Small form swimming in one of his t-shirts, damn near touching her knees. Quite the sight, painful almost as it was in a way familiar of the past. But he had to swallow the feeling. Let it sink into his stomach and remember that he was trying to continue on with his life. 

"Comfy. I mean, it does look a tad better on you than it’s ever looked on me."

[cxntacta-blog]

The plate she’d been grasping nearly flipped out of her hand as Billie jolted, only saved by a tough grip. It hadn’t been intentional, really, to raid his drawers for something to wear, but as she hadn’t managed to be entirely tidy in the making of their meal…well, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

"I-I’m sorry—" She gushed, sliding the plate to safety on the counter top. "I w-was just…um, I c-can take it off, if you like."

[askrandythrandy]

He eyes the mess surrounding the stove behind her, but it was a gaze that didn't last long; given the statement that followed. Well, that would be quite the sight. "And leave you in your delicates? tsk." A lift of his brow and with a smirk he approached the counter, sliding onto a stool. "It's fine, darling, really. Help yourself to whatever you need...so long as you leave me with something to wear to work."

[archerofthegreenwood-deactivate]

"Hey there, little one."

Legolas stopped in front of the king, wrapped in one of his robes that dragged along the floor behind him with a crown of woven flowers resting on his head. “Ada look! I’m a king like you!” He cried, grinning up at his father. 

[archerofthegreenwood-deactivate]

Legolas giggled when his father adjusted his crown to sit correctly and pressed into the finger than ran down his cheek. “What is missing, ada?” Legolas asked tilting his head slightly. He had a crown and the robes, what else did he need?

[askrandythrandy]

A wry smile as the king extended one finger, signaling for the elfling to remain put while he stepped away. Smooth strides until he was behind the throne, sweeping down and grabbing a small bow and quiver he'd had crafted for his name day. But the sight of his son in such glory had warranted an early gift. "How about this?" crouching to Legolas' level. "A fine bow for a fine prince such as yourself."

[askrandythrandy]

"If you don’t love me, can you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

“What—?” A full scrunch of his nose and brows narrowed as he looked down at her, thoughts tangling in each other in knots while he tried to determin what had made her say such a thing. Have such doubt. Tedd sighed, taking a step forward and folding his arms around her, tucking her securely against his chest with a kiss to her brow. 

"You can have a minute. You can have a life time of my minutes…I thought you’d of known that by now."

[elseishouldkissyoutodeath-blog]

Elsa sank into him without a struggle, melting like ice against his warmth. “I do,” she whispered breathlessly. And she did—or, at least, she thought she did. But she’d been so careful not to place any demands on him, lest he should disappear, like almost everything good she’d ever held. That was about to change entirely, and, while she wasn’t ready to tell him that—oh heavens, not yet—she needed the reassurance desperately. She wasn’t sure she could do this, at all—but she knew for a fact she couldn’t do this alone.

"I’m sorry," she murmured against him, "I just…" I love you so very much. “I’ve had a very long day.”

[askrandythrandy]

Tedd sighed into her hair, fingers never stopping their slow draw through silken locks, worry creasing his brow. Bad days usually involved that social worker of hers, or technically of Lily’s. Shit, what was his name? Oliver? Carlos….nono he was quite certain it started with an O at least. ”Lunch date gone wrong?” he asked softly, nudging her with his nose. 

"Come  on, Els, it’s just me, what happened?" She was the world to that little girl, he knew that. He’d come as far as to damn near adopting the kid himself. And he was certain her mother, the infamous Anna wouldn’t snatch her away. No, this was something different, and he hated that he couldn’t pick up on it. 

[myrkvidrs]

ホビットログ【腐あり】 by ☆

[lethal-desires]

❥•.¸.• Entwined ~ Thorinduil

Edit by |è†hål ð³§ir³s

[askrandythrandy]

♔

non sexual acts of intimacy Finding your muse wearing their clothes 

A smirk as he let his body lean against the entryway of the kitchen. Small form swimming in one of his t-shirts, damn near touching her knees. Quite the sight, painful almost as it was in a way familiar of the past. But he had to swallow the feeling. Let it sink into his stomach and remember that he was trying to continue on with his life. 

"Comfy. I mean, it does look a tad better on you than it’s ever looked on me."

[askrandythrandy]

"If you don’t love me, can you pretend for just a minute? Just let me have this, just for now, please…"

“What—?” A full scrunch of his nose and brows narrowed as he looked down at her, thoughts tangling in each other in knots while he tried to determin what had made her say such a thing. Have such doubt. Tedd sighed, taking a step forward and folding his arms around her, tucking her securely against his chest with a kiss to her brow. 

"You can have a minute. You can have a life time of my minutes…I thought you’d of known that by now."

[askrandythrandy]

"Be a good little boy for your mistress." ~thatidon'tbelieve

"Now, if anyone’s taught me that misbehaving has it’s perks, meleth, it’s you. So I don’t think I shall."

[magicbunni]

These are the same gesture (love), but done in vastly different ways. One gesture is up-turned, and wide open, meant as a warm, loving greeting that takes in everyone. Haldir is gesturing more specifically, so his fingertips point right at the true recipient, by the end of the motion.

Then there is Thranduil and Legolas.

Look at the major difference here.

A deeper head-bow with eyes closed from both of them.

Thranduil’s motions are smaller and slope downward.

Legolas has the most motion. He half-turns and reaches straight out for his father. His hand isn’t cupped upward at all.

I find this really revealing. What we seem to have here is Thranduil saying ‘I love you’ and ‘Goodbye’ to the little child Legolas that still exists in his heart.The motion is slow, almost a scoop motion like taking something out of himself and offering it to Legolas.

Legolas is really heartbreaking. His ‘I love you’ gesture to his father loses all formality. In other words, his hand just begins to go slack and reach out the way it would if he were going to take his father’s hand. To me this is a very deep revelation of love, in a way, it becomes a ‘Don’t leave me’, or ‘Will you come take my hand’. It truly seems to be the son in him reaching to his dad, while his father struggles with letting him go.

Make no wonder this scene makes me teary-eyed.

[askrandythrandy]

nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[askrandythrandy]

.....Your eyebrows are looking full today.

"My brows are always full, tis the sign of my greatness."

[askrandythrandy]

vaultofstarsdomes:

"Of course, Lord Thranduil. They are very commanding."

"Oh, how I’ve missed your condescending tone in my halls. I’d offer you some wine but I fear you’d drink it all."

[aerin-bervald47]

Oh my God! I did this!)))so happy))

[askrandythrandy]

.....Your eyebrows are looking full today.

"My brows are always full, tis the sign of my greatness."

[askrandythrandy]

"I love your outfit, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor." [I don't even know. She's probably drunk.]

A thick brow arched and arms crossed over his chest as he propped himself against the door frame. “You flatter me, darling, but I think you might need to be getting to sleep. You’ll have one hell of a headache in the morning.”

[archerofthegreenwood-deactivate]

"Hey there, little one."

Legolas stopped in front of the king, wrapped in one of his robes that dragged along the floor behind him with a crown of woven flowers resting on his head. “Ada look! I’m a king like you!” He cried, grinning up at his father. 

[askrandythrandy]

Thranduil gave a hearty chuckle, kneeling down and adjusting the crown upon his little head just so. “You certainly are, my little leaf. Small and mighty, a fine king.” A gentle stroke of a finger down his fair cheek and the elven king tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Hm— something is missing though, don’t you think?”