Tolkien rp blog

beriothien:

“Ah, I might grant with some of my secrets.” Legolas steadied his bow, ready to fire off another arrow. “It’s all in the shoulders.”

He fired an arrow which only grazed the apple, instead settling into the branch next to it.

Gaining confidence she shot her last three arrows in quick succession barely taking aim. A mistake on her part since she missed the last two shots, the arrows flying harmlessly through the air.

The elf cursed in her native tongue, something akin to a pout on her lips as she waited for Legolas to finish.

Legolas got slightly nervous. Of course winning the challenge would be fun. But he had no idea of what he was supposed to make her do... He put on a confident smirk and huff as she missed. If he missed his last two too, then it would be a tie, and no forfeit!

He shot his last two arrows, delibretly sticking them into the bark of the three instead of the apples.

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beriothien:

Thorin raised an eyebrow at her.

“There is only record of one elf visiting this mountain and that would be King Thranduil of Mirkwood.” Thorin muttered, venom in his tone. “We have no business with elves.”

Fili tensed up, he was afriad his uncle would react like that. Hopefully Balin would step in with some diplomatic conclusion to this mess.

Her shoulders fell and she visibly seemed to deflate. So to speak. “I see.” She muttered turning back to her plate of bread and cheese as she started to shred the bread into pieces.

“Well I suppose there is so need for me to stay here.” The elf suddenly stood and bowed to Thorin. “Thank you for allowing me in your home.”

“Aye, but madam. You haven’t finished eating.” Balin quickly cut in, giving Thorin a heated glare. “And I’m sure what our King means to say is that we sadly have no records of elves being around the mountain at that time. But I would suggest going to Dale and asking around.”

“Yes, and I can come with you.” Fili quickly said.

Dwalin dragged a hand through his tangled hair. He had shrugged his coat of and was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers. Summer was upon them in both weather and feeling. He had gone out to practise with Thorin, even if they had mostly mucked around near the river instead of actually practise with swords. (Sorry, I got so many teen Dwalin and Thorin feels, hope this is ok)

Thorin had been the one to suggest practicing by the River Running, but he hadn’t argued when it instead devolved into a brief game of hide-and-seek followed by some play-wrestling. Now they sat near the riverbank, catching their breath, blunted practice swords still laying in the grass nearby.Stretching out onto his back with a sigh, Thorin grinned, “Much better than practice. It’s too hot to be swinging swords around.”

His smile widened into a grin with the other’s promise, mentally noting how endearing Dwalin’s blushing face looked. Thorin’s eyes were half-closed– then they opened wide at the abrupt curse. Confused for a moment, he followed Dwalin’s look upward and realized the hour as well; his siblings would be sitting down to lunch soon, and he’d promised to join them.

Thorin got to his feet with a soft sigh, a bit disappointed that they couldn’t stay here longer. Brushing grass off his somewhat damp clothes, he headed for where he’d left his boots and tunic to put them back on, knowing he’d need the warmth in the cooler halls of Erebor. “Should we tell Frerin and Dis when we get back? About us,” Thorin suggested as he swept his hair out from his tunic’s neckline, glancing over at Dwalin.

Dwalin put his boots and tunic on, wrapping his heavy belt around his waist and buckling it into place.

“Aye, if you are ready to protect me in case she is going to slice my head for touching her kin.” Dwalin said, half joking, half serious. “Should we tell Balin too?”

Dis was known for her protective ways, especially when it came to her brothers. Dwalin was more scared of facing her then Thorin’s actual father.

#hobbit rp #teen!au

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“Sleep ?…but do I have too sleep ?” He asks, afraid of what his dreams will be filed of if he does.

Fili lowered his voice so he wouldn’t wake the others. He probably wouldn’t wake them anyway with the way Bombur was snoring and covering up any noise that might give them away.

“Yes you do, it will help you heal faster.” Fili replied. “Is this- Is this aout that elf?”

He looks to his brother with a sigh. “It. . May have to do with Legolas yea…I keep thinking whay happened to him. If he survived and is helping the town or if he died and his body is being sent back to his home.” He puts his head in his hands. He has no idea what that means but if Thorin heard then he’d be disowned or worse…but he can’t help thinking about him. “Brother…what does that mean that I think of him. Do you…think I’m mad ?”

Fili was quiet for a minute. He almost wished his brother was mad, maybe he was. Who else fell in love with an elf? It honestly didn’t surprise him much, Kili had always been odd, never really looking in dwarves direction so it had come as quite a surprise when he had been oogling after elves in Rivendell.

“Maybe.” Fili muttered. “Are you in love, Kili?”

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I’m goin back to 2010 y’all want anything

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I wasn’t even going to reblog this, but it bothers me that no one seems to have mentioned that the way the pictures are put together makes it look like one version of him is feeling up the other

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( bain ) beriothien:

“That sounds lovely.” Bain mumbled and stepped up to the window. One of the little window panes were cracked in the corner. Someone had promised to come and fix it, even if Bain didn’t really want to have it fixed. He already didn’t like the perfection that their new home came with. “Sigrid?”

He rushed over to her in a moment, grabbing both her hands in his own.

“Let’s go out.” Bain pleaded. “We’ll dress up in our old clothes, hide ourselves and sneak out to help. I’m suffocating in here!”

Bain didn’t seem to share her excitement in the thoughts of her future garden, seeming to be distracted by whatever had been consuming his thoughts, probably since before she had even walked in.

She blinked in surprise, then, as he rushed over, taking her hands. “ Bain we’re not prisoners, ” she reminded him, “ We can go out any time we want to. Da just doesn’t want us getting hurt – you and I don’t know anything about stonework. ”

“I know, but we are treated as such.” Bain mumbled. “We could learn about stoneworks, it can’t be that hard right? Our old town was built on wood, so the workershad to learn, right? If they could, why can’t we?”

Bain felt his heart racing. He was excited at the thought of getting out of the castle and actually do something. The thought of not being pampered or bowed at by people he saw as equals made him even happier.

#hobbit rp #Bain

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hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. (from Fili)

Hands curling into tight fists, Kili clenched his teeth through the agonizing pain of the deep burn to his arm. “No, this is not okay.” A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked to his older brother. “I don’t know what’s worse, the burn or how angry mother and uncle are going to be when they find out.”@beriothien

Fili tied the bandage around Kili’s arm tightly. They would have to go see a doctor, obviously but it would do for now.

“I’ll tell them it was my fault.” He promised. “I’ll take the blame, alright? You have nothing to worry about, trust me! I’ll say we were trying to grill a rabbit and I didn’t see how dry the wood really was. We won’t mention the firework, alright?”

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“They’ll never believe you.” Kili sniffled, wiping his face off with his sleeve. “You’re too responsible to make that kind of mistake and they know that. Thorin is going to kill me….Do you think Gandalf knows I took the firework?” He bit his lip as he stared up at Fili. “You don’t think he’ll turn me into something nasty, do you?”

“I don’t know.” Fili said and helped his brother to his feet. “I don’t think he can. Should we talk to Gandalf maybe? He will probably be nicer to us then Uncle Thorin.”

Gandalf had been staying in the mountain for a few days, mostly discussing business with the kings but occasionally playing around with the dwarflings.

Dwalin dragged a hand through his tangled hair. He had shrugged his coat of and was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers. Summer was upon them in both weather and feeling. He had gone out to practise with Thorin, even if they had mostly mucked around near the river instead of actually practise with swords. (Sorry, I got so many teen Dwalin and Thorin feels, hope this is ok)

Thorin had been the one to suggest practicing by the River Running, but he hadn’t argued when it instead devolved into a brief game of hide-and-seek followed by some play-wrestling. Now they sat near the riverbank, catching their breath, blunted practice swords still laying in the grass nearby.Stretching out onto his back with a sigh, Thorin grinned, “Much better than practice. It’s too hot to be swinging swords around.”

Thorin’s sheepishness expounded, blue-grey gaze flustered as he glanced aside, his grip on Dwalin’s shirt loosening somewhat. “No,” he admitted, cheeks visibly flushed. “That…earlier, that was my first kiss as well.” He had heard that most Dwarves his age already had some experimenting under their belts, but Thorin simply didn’t feel the want to do that with anyone except Dwalin. His eyes hesitantly met the other’s again, almost wary of Dwalin’s reaction.

Dwalin stopped, hand nearly slipping out of place. Had he been Thorin’s first kiss? Oh god, he almost wished that he had been celibate up until this point, wanting to be able to give Thorin his first kiss as well.

“I’m sorry.” Dwalin mumbled. “I hope- I hope it wwas a good kiss.”

Now it was his turn to act sheepish. If it was Thorin’s first time then he was supposed to make sure that it was good!

Surprised by Dwalin’s response, Thorin raised one eyebrow. “There’s no need to apologize. I know it’s unusual compared to most Dwarves our age.” He managed a small, reassuring smile. “Besides, it was more than ‘good’. I wouldn’t trade that kiss for anything in the world. I think I just need a little more practice,” he added with a soft laugh. His hands moved up to rest on Dwalin’s cheeks, thumbs smoothing along the edge of the other’s beard. “You don’t have to worry so much, Dwalin,” Thorin insisted gently. “If it’s with you, there’s a high chance I’ll like it, whatever it is.”

“I’ll help you practise.” Dwalin promised cheekily, trying to push away the fact that Thorin’s words were sending the familiar blush to his cheeks. Dwalin leaned down to capture Thorin in a kiss again when suddenly; “Shite!”

Dwalin flew up, looking up at the sun, mid-day. He was supposed to bring Thorin home by lunch.

#hobbit rp #teen!au

beriothien:

“Lost?” Thorin asked further. “What do you mean by lost?”

Fili pretended to listen in on Balin’s conversation with Oin but in reality he was keeping a sharp ear on Thorin. He knew Kili was too, but the younger of the two was engrossed in his food.

“He went away on patrol and then never returned. I have been following his trail for quite some time now and the last rumor led me here. To Erebor.” She explained, turning slightly so she could look at the King.

“I arrived in hopes of asking your permission to go through the records you may have of elves visiting before the attack of the dragon. He was here then as I am told.”

Thorin raised an eyebrow at her.

“There is only record of one elf visiting this mountain and that would be King Thranduil of Mirkwood.” Thorin muttered, venom in his tone. “We have no business with elves.”

Fili tensed up, he was afriad his uncle would react like that. Hopefully Balin would step in with some diplomatic conclusion to this mess.

beriothien:

He huffed at the fact that she shot through too.

“Ah, very good too, my lady.” He teased. “But I do think your stance needs more improving.”

He readied his second arrow.

“Perhaps you can offer me some tips, Oh Great and Noble Prince.” Grinning cockily she too loaded an arrow before sending it flying, hitting yet another apple.

“Teach this unworthy female elf some semblance of archery.” Hithfaerial loved how they could tease one another back and forth.

“Ah, I might grant with some of my secrets.” Legolas steadied his bow, ready to fire off another arrow. “It’s all in the shoulders.”

He fired an arrow which only grazed the apple, instead settling into the branch next to it.

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“Sleep ?…but do I have too sleep ?” He asks, afraid of what his dreams will be filed of if he does.

Fili lowered his voice so he wouldn’t wake the others. He probably wouldn’t wake them anyway with the way Bombur was snoring and covering up any noise that might give them away.

“Yes you do, it will help you heal faster.” Fili replied. “Is this- Is this aout that elf?”