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-CHARACTERS POLL : Basically, every three or so days, I make a poll about various characters from Lotr and The Hobbit (might add transformers animated and others)
-VALENTINE'S DAY OC ASK
WRITINGS :
-How would they react in a rock concert ? (Thorin, Thranduil, Radagast) asked by @yacrimago
-How would they react if they all had to attend the same party ? (Bofur, Nori, Balin, Octavius, Jedediah, Bumblebee, Blurr, Shockwave) asked by @estethell
-They have their periods, how do they handle it ? (Thorin, Dwalin, Balin, Gloin, Oin, Bombur, Bifur, Gandalf, Kili, Ori)
-Erebor, to forge strong ties of alliance with the other races, sent them individually as ambassadors to Mirkwood for a month, how do they react ? (Dori, Nori, Radagast, Balin) asked by @estethell
-They are to negotiate with a first Age from Aman Figure like Melian or Fingolfin instead of Thranduil, how do they react (Thorin's company, Gandalf, Bilbo) asked by @theelfmaiden
-Who knows how to knit (Gandalf + Ori, Bifur, Goin, Balin, Dwalin, Bofur, Oin, Dain)
-You are from our world and you have a prosthetic leg, how do they react ? (Elrond, Thranduil, Legolas, Bard, Radagast, Gandalf, Lindir) asked by @erestor-draws
-You're in the Fellowship, you're pregnant and you're about to give birth, how do they react ? (the whole Fellowship, Elrond, Lindir, Gollum)
-You don't like to wash and the last time you did, it was a year ago, how do they react ? (the whole Fellowship)
-How would they react of you tell them you're cold at night and it keeps you awake ? (the whole Fellowship + Gollum, Denethor, Thranduil)
MY LITTLE COMICS :
1-Parar (my dwarf Oc) vs Smaug
Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3 / Part 4 / Part5 / Part 6 /
2-Pebble wants to be a scribe (Soon)
Part 1
MY OCs :
Mother and Father of the Firebeard Clan : Parar (on the right) and Jrié (on the left):
Jrié :
kissing Parar
What is his favorite food/smell
What kind of music would he listen in a ModernAu
Favorite animal
Parar :
Second version
Fighting
Armor
Firebeard Children
Scars and Wounds
Her favorite season/time of day
Naming a cat
Routines
Random fact
Both :
👖 ~ favorite clothes to wear
Side to Side
Weapon and Markings
Fathers of the Ironfist Clan : Haar (on the left) and Errob (on the right)
Both :
👖 ~ favorite clothes to wear
Weapon and Markings
Errob :
How does he take care of his hair
What does he collect and why/favorite expletive
Haar :
Random fact
Tarot Card/Song associated with/Favorite Color
Mother and Father of the Broadbeam Clan : Barhkem (on the right) and Mirelm (on the left)
For Mirelm :
🎁 ~ something they really want/🎵 ~ song for said oc/☀️ ~ favorite season
Random fact
Barhkem :
Brief Presentation
Guilty Pleasure
Versions
Eat when sad/Pillows/What he loves to learn
Both :
👖 ~ favorite clothes to wear
💌How do/did they fall in love ? 🍿How was their first kiss?
My head tilted as I watched the men tack the sails; though the wind was in our favor, I had been making sure the currents weren’t. After six days of near-continuous use of my magic, though, left me feeling more tired than ever. I just hoped I was hiding my exhaustion well enough that no one noticed.
With a sigh, I looked up at the sails, where the men’s efforts were quickly rotating the yards. The sails, having been nearly empty, were now quickly pushed outwards by the wind as it bounced against the canvas at just the right angle to give us a bit more speed.
Gods, how I longed to crawl up those ratlines…
“Lady Traharne?”
I blinked as the voice drew me out of my thoughts and, looking to my right, I saw James standing there; he had been assigned as my companion for the day. “Yes, Master James?” I gave him a friendly smile. I somewhat pitied the boy, as I knew being my attendant might earn him some teasing from the other ship’s boys. Despite my status, I was still a woman, and accompanying me would be seen as tedious and boring to the lads.
He cleared his throat and shifted slightly. “P-Pardon me if this is too intrusive a question, but I’ve noticed you look up at the sails rather often. Is there any particular reason as to why?”
Though I wanted to cock my brow in amusement, I instead let out a soft laugh and made myself wear a slightly sheepish look. “It’s not too intrusive at all, young master,” I replied. “While I was having to masquerade as a man, I also had to partake in the duties of a sailor. Aboard the Barnacle, that mostly meant chores like keeping the lines orderly and occasionally pumping the bilge. But there was a time when we temporarily found ourselves aboard a much larger vessel. It was while we were aboard that ship that I was told to go aloft into the rigging in order to help raise the sails. I was made to go all the way to the main royal.”
“You had to go all the way up to the royal?” he gawked. His head tilted almost all the way back as he looked up at the main royal of this ship.
I quietly laughed at his reaction, unable to stop my brow from rising as I did such. “Yes.”
He shuddered, and I let out another soft laugh. He was clearly did not care for heights.
“I found myself rather fond of being up there,” I confessed. “Feeling the wind on my face and seeing the vastness of the ocean from so far up…” I let out a genuinely wistful sigh. “It was…unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.”
James nodded in understanding. “I’m afraid I can’t say I’m very fond of being in the rigging,” he admitted, looking out at the crew as they fastened the braces into place. “My father had me climb up to the main upper t’gallant yard just to see how I would do.” His cheeks pinkened and he glanced away. “I’m sorry to say I didn’t do very well. Father wasn’t very pleased by it, either.”
“Not everyone is made to be a topman,” I assured him, setting my hand on his shoulder. “Being in the rigging is dangerous work. One misstep or one rough wave and it could spell disaster for whomever dares climb above.” I gave his shoulder a small squeeze before letting go. “If it is of any comfort, your cousin also found little joy when he had to climb aloft and he supposed to go as far as the lower main tops’l.”
In truth, I had no idea how Fitzy had reacted to being up in the rigging as we had never discussed it. But over the last few days, I had often heard Norrington compare his son to Fitzy—and it was usually in an unfavorable light. In fact, Norrington treated Fitzy more like his son than he did James. While I understood not wanting to show favoritism to the lad in front of the crew, constantly putting him down was downright unkind.
Yes, he may have been the son of the admiral holding my friend prisoner, but he was still young and innocent. And, at his age, confidence was hard to come by—especially when he was constantly being outshone by his own cousin. He deserved some kindness, since his father wouldn’t be showing it to him. And, one never knew: Perhaps he would one day show someone else the same kindness.
James looked at me, some confusion on his face. “…Fitz didn’t like being up in the rigging, either?”
I shook my head and, leaning in close, I shielded my mouth as if I were telling him a bit of extra salacious gossip. “You did not hear it from me, Master James, but from what I heard, Fitzwilliam couldn’t even make it to the lower main tops’l. He had to work the main course instead because of how badly he was shaking.” I wore a mischievous smile as I stood upright and started to walk over to the rail.
He stared at me with wide eyes…before beginning to snicker and follow after me. “I was fine with the lower main,” he declared, puffing his chest out proudly. His smile then turned guilty once more. “But the upper main was a bit too far for my liking…”
“As I said,” I began, “being a topman isn’t for everyone. When I climbed up, it had been during fair weather and with calm conditions. If I had been made to climb up at any other point, I am certain I wouldn’t have found the experience half as pleasant as I did.” In all actuality, as dangerous as it was, that was some of my favorite weather to be up in the rigging in.
He shuddered again. “I don’t think I’d want to even try imaging what it would like to be up there during a storm…”
‘Frightening as hell, but just as fun,’ I told myself. Despite my thoughts, I made myself visibly shiver at the thought. “I would be utterly terrified at the thought of going up during a storm, especially if there were lightning.”
Nodding in agreement, James looked back out over the deck. “May I ask you another question, my lady?”
“You may.”
“What were you doing all the way down here in the Caribbean?”
Ah…Fitzy had warned me that someone would ask me about this, whether out of sheer curiosity or out of suspicion of where my loyalties truly lay. Luckily, he had also told me that the story he told his uncle.
I tilted my head in a curious fashion as I looked down at him. “Have you not heard?” I questioned.
“I’m afraid my father hasn’t told me much, aside from your plight.”
Nodding in understanding, I brought my hands to rest on the taffrail. “My destination was not originally the Caribbean,” I began, “but the province of Georgia in the Colonies, where I was to be visiting family before returning home to marry Fitzwilliam. I was aboard my uncle’s ship when we were attacked by Captain Edmunds.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh that sounded both wistful and sorrowful. “During the fight, Edmunds slew my uncle with his own sword before taking me back to his ship. From there, he returned to the Caribbean and made port in Tortuga to resupply.”
“…I’m sorry to have brought up those terrible memories for you, my lady,” he said, his tone more than a little apologetic.
Opening my eyes, I looked at him with a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, Master James,” I said. “Your curiosity is understandable. It was quite an extraordinary circumstance, after all.” I then chuckled. “And, if anything, the memories have helped me to realize I’m made of tougher stuff than I originally thought.”
“Indeed, you are.” I looked over to see Fitzy coming up the stairs. He smiled at the pair of us while I inwardly frowned; I had been enjoying my chat with James. His innocent curiosity was refreshing, as was the fact that he actually spoke to me. Save for Fitzy, my other companions had remained mostly silent. “Regaling my cousin with tales of our time among pirates, are you?”
“Not exactly. The lad had a few questions, some pertaining to our adventures, some not. I was merely satiating his curiosity,” I said as he walked over.
James’ cheeks turned a bit red. “I promise I wasn’t prying, Fitz.”
Fitzy chuckled, his brow rising slightly. “I’m sure you weren’t, James,” he assured him. “Now, I relieve you of your duties. I shall escort Lady Traharne for the time being.”
James cleared his throat and stood a little straighter. “F-Father said I’m not to let the two of you be alone together,” he stated, trying to sound even a little bit authoritative. It was a rather adorable sight to witness, given he didn’t even come up to his cousin’s chest just yet.
Fitzy blinked, surprised by his cousin’s bout of boldness, before his brows rose in amusement. “Well, I can assure you, James, we won’t be alone. Now that the men are done tacking the sails, I intend to walk with her around the deck. There shall be plenty of eyes upon us, therefore allowing you to take a much-deserved break.”
James mulled over his cousin’s words, his brows furrowing and his lips ever so slightly pursing. “Alright,” he finally said. “But if father catches you, you had best tell him that I tried to refuse!”
Fitzy and I both let out quiet laughs at his reply. “No blame shall come to you. I promise.”
Content with his answer, James hurried off—no doubt in hopes of finding a place that would keep him away from his father’s gaze.
Fitzy lightly shook his head, chuckling. “Tell me the truth: Was he prying?” As he spoke, he offered me his arm.
“Not at all,” I said, taking his arm and allowing him to guide me off. “He naturally had a few questions about the situation I had found myself in, so I was more than happy to enlighten him.” Then, a bit of mischief came to my face as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. “I also enlightened him as to your dislike of being in the rigging.”
His brow rose and he looked at me with confusion as we began to descend the ladder. “…What makes you think I dislike being up in the rigging?”
“Truth be told, I have no idea how you feel about being up there,” I admitted with a small shrug, “but I told James you were unable to go past the main course while we were aboard the Fleur.”
“And why would you tell him that?” There was a small pout on his lips.
“Because the lad needed his confidence bolstered and what better way to achieve that than by saying he could do something better than his cousin?” Before he could ask why, I turned my head to look at him and continued, “Your uncle has a rather unforgiving habit of comparing the boy to you, Fitzwilliam. I don’t think I’ve seen him pay him one compliment since I’ve come aboard; meanwhile, he’s done nothing but shower you with praise.”
Using his free hand, he rubbed the side of his neck and glanced away somewhat guiltily. “Ah…so you’ve noticed, then.”
“It’s hard not to notice.” Sighing, I looked past the ship at the horizon. “Has he always been like this?”
“I’m afraid so.” He sighed as well, though he turned his gaze down towards the deck boards. “James’ mother passed shortly after giving birth to him,” he quietly explained, “and I believe my uncle somewhat blames him for her death. But I assure you, he isn’t always so…dismissive of him as he has been of late. When I’m not around, he’s usually much better at giving him the attention and praise he deserves.”
My brow rose slightly; if I hadn’t liked the admiral much before, I certainly disliked him now. Blaming a child for their mother dying after birth…? Utterly reprehensible.
“It’s the reason why I’ve spent so much time with you these past few days rather than with my uncle,” he divulged. “Well, one of the reasons…Though, when I am around my uncle, I do try my best to makes sure James gets some good attention at least.”
I nodded in understanding. “I have noticed you do your best to include him in conversations. Which is good, as the boy clearly adores you.” More than once, I had seen James doing his best to mimic Fitzy, whether it be in movement or in speech patterns.
He let out a soft laugh. “Yes…as you can imagine, he has no siblings, so my family and I are the closest things he has to such,” he said. We were nearing the forecastle now, and he brought us to a halt along the starboard bulwark. “Rather than my younger brother who is closer to him in age, however, he seems to have latched onto me for some reason.”
“Of course he has,” I said, releasing his arm in favor of resting my hands atop the railing. “Being older, he finds you more interesting. No doubt, it helps you know how to use a sword and have now assisted in capturing some pirates.” I did my best to keep the coldness out of my voice as I said the last part, but the words were the slightest bit icy.
Fitzy either didn’t notice or ignored the frostiness. “He has asked if I would be willing to teach him a bit of swordplay,” he said, folding his hands behind his back as he stood beside me. “He is nearly at the age when I began learning…”
“Find me a pair of trousers and I would be more than happy to help you put on a demonstration on how one should fight against a pirate.” There was no iciness in my voice now—just simple amusement.
His brow rose and he turned his head to face me; thought he tried to keep his expression unamused, the corners of his lips were somewhat turning upwards. “And ruin the façade you’ve been creating of being the sweet and innocent Lady Traharne?”
My playful expression abruptly left my face and I glanced down at the waves the ship was making. Yes, it would be folly to risk ruining this carefully-crafted image…especially when it could put so many people aside from myself at risk. “I suppose you’re right,” I sighed.
Though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew Fitzy was frowning at my sudden shift in mood. Stepping closer to me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders; to those watching us, it simply looked like a small gesture of intimacy between a man and his fiancée. And, while part of me still wanted to shove him overboard, I did find a surprising amount of comfort in his embrace.
“…I do very much miss our sparring matches,” he quietly confessed a moment later. “Sparring with you helped to keep my mind sharp. And it helped the time pass by quickly.”
A soft, halfhearted laugh left my lips. “Because we were having fun,” I replied. “Jean and Tumen would wager against one another about which one of us would win while Arabella did her best to study our moves.”
“And clearly, she learned quite a bit. She was fighting quite well that day on the Fleur.”
“She was, wasn’t she? Made me feel a bit proud we were able to teach her so much.”
“And she wasn’t the only one who benefitted from our duels.” I was a bit surprised to hear him let out a wistful sigh. “I will admit that Jack had gotten quite a bit better over the last year. He…still flails about quite a bit, but he has improved drastically. I didn’t think someone could improve that much just from watching others…”
“I think he uses his flailing as a way to either get his opponents to underestimate him or to confuse them,” I said with a bit of amusement.
“While I think he does it simply because he’s not entirely right in the head…the latter could also be quite possible.”
Relative silence fell between us. Fitzy kept his arm around my shoulders and I eventually rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes closing. If the circumstances had been different, it would have felt almost nice.
“…We could tell your uncle that you and Jack had been teaching me how to fight,” I mumbled after some minutes had passed.
“Hm?” Though my eyes were closed, I knew he was looking at me.
“We could tell your uncle that you and Jack were teaching me how to fight,” I repeated. “Thus, giving us an excuse to spar again.”
A heavy sigh left his mouth. “I wish that excuse would work, but…my uncle would never allow it. He’s…quite the traditionalist when it comes to the two sexes to say the least.”
“Damn it.”
He gave my shoulders a gentle squeeze as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against my hair.
I sighed. “Don’t be. I should have expected as much. He is a man of status, after all.”
Once again, we stood in silence…at least, until a few moments later, when someone cleared their throat behind us. I glanced over my shoulder only to swallow a bit hard and take a stiff step away from Fitzy. “G-Good afternoon, admiral,” I said, putting on a sheepish smile as my cheeks pinkened.
Fitzy spun around, his posture instantly straightening up. “Uncle,” he said, also wearing a bit of a guilty smile.
Norrington’s brow was cocked as he gave a slight bow towards me, though there was a bit of amusement in his eyes. “And just where is your cousin?” he asked upon straightening. “I believe I told him to keep an eye on the two of you for me.”
“I thought, as he has been following Emilianna around all day, I would be kind and give him a break,” Fitzy replied. “I hope that’s alright, as we have remained on deck within sight of the crew.”
“I suppose I can allow it,” he chuckled. “Though, I’ve come to fetch you both for dinner. Lieutenant Poundstock—” Every time I heard the lieutenant’s unfortunate surname, I had to bite my tongue rather hard to keep from snorting, “—is on the Misty Lady today, so it shall be just the three of us dining together.”
I slipped my arm through Fitzy’s and we began following after the admiral. We ducked as we walked under the halfdeck and through the door leading into the great cabin, where the meal had already been laid out on the table for us. I thanked Fitzy and sat down as he pulled my chair out for me.
As he sat, Norrington picked up the teapot to fill his cup only to frown. Opening it, he peered inside before sighing. “They’ve forgotten to put the water in the teapot,” he grumbled. “Fitzwilliam, could I trouble you to run this down to the galley and fetch us some boiling water?”
Even I had to admit that that was odd. The ship’s cooks had been quite good about making sure the tea remained plentiful…
Fitzy blinked in surprise, but gave his uncle a small smile. “Of course, uncle,” he said. Taking the teapot from him, he excused himself and left the great cabin.
As he walked off, Norrington began to serve himself some of the poached fish. Or, rather, I thought he was going to serve himself some of the fish. Instead, the (rather generous) serving of fish he cut free from the platter was passed onto my plate. I looked at the admiral in confusion.
“If I may be so bold, my lady, but you really should be eating more,” he said, his voice taking on a bit of a fatherly tone. “You may have needed to worry about conserving food while sailing under that pirate boy, but that is a worry you no longer need to concern yourself with.” As he spoke, he continued to place food onto my plate; having still had little in the way of an appetite, the thought of eating that much made my stomach churn.
“Oh…that’s very kind of you, Admiral. Thank you,” I said, feeling my cheeks grow a bit warm again. I forced a small smile to my lips as I picked up my fork when he finally started to serve himself.
I started to suspect that the empty teapot had been planted as an excuse to speak with me alone.
“There is no need to thank me, my lady,” he assured me. “I know my nephew dare not say anything for fear of offending you, but his concern over your wellbeing has been all too evident over the past few days.”
My brow rose slightly. “…Fitzwilliam has been concerned over my wellbeing? Whatever for?” I forced myself to eat a bite of the fish. As far as I knew, Fitzy had been fretting his usual amount…
“Of course he has,” he replied, glancing across the table at me. “Forgive me for saying such, my lady, but it has been quite noticeable that you have not been feeling well.”
“I assure you, Admiral, I’ve felt quite well these past few days,” I said before making myself take another bite of fish. I followed it up with a bite of roasted vegetable.
He stared at me, his brow slowly rising; it was more than a little obvious that he didn’t believe me in the slightest. “I’m sorry, but I hardly believe that, Lady Traharne,” he said, his voice a bit bland. He took a bite of his own fish.
“What cause have I given to make you think otherwise, admiral?” I tilted my head slightly and kept my tone innocent.
After swallowing the bite, he answered. “Forgive me for saying such, my lady, but you’ve seemed rather melancholic ever since coming aboard.” He fed himself another bite, continuing after swallowing. “One would expect someone rescued from the hands of pirates to be a bit more elated about their newly regained freedom…” He paused to lightly dab the corners of his mouth with his napkin. As he replaced the napkin on his lap, he looked at me with a great deal of doubt. “…Unless, of course, they found themselves yearning to return to such a life of lawlessness and debauchery.”
Ah, so he had planted the empty teapot as an excuse to get me alone. After catching me saying my ‘goodbyes’ to Jack the other day, he had grown suspicious of me, just as he had grown apprehensive of Fitzy. No doubt he had been assigning James as my escort in hopes using his youthful innocence to get some sort of confession out of me…
I let out a sudden, amused laugh before covering my mouth, acting embarrassed by the action. “Forgive me, Admiral, but that is an utterly preposterous notion,” I replied, a bit of humor still in my voice. “Why would I ever want to return to such an awful life? These past months, I have done nothing but long to return to my life of peace and comfort.” My eyes met his, though I struggled to keep my expression sweet rather than challenging. “While there are some aspects I will admittedly miss—I did rather enjoy climbing the rigging and swimming—there is nothing I want more than to return home and see my family again before finally being wed.”
“Then why have I rarely seen you expression any form of joy while in my nephew’s presence?” he questioned, his voice somewhat cool and his eyes narrowed.
My smile turned a bit apologetic, but mostly ashamed. I had the perfect excuse, though even just thinking about speaking of it to a man managed to make my cheeks flush—which, in this case, worked in my favor. “You’ll have to forgive me, Admiral, as I hadn’t wanted to bring up such a distasteful subject when you first inquired,” I began. I could hear footsteps approaching the door to the great cabin. “But I must confess, I have been feeling a bit unwell. You see, the day after I was brought aboard, my—” I lowered my voice to nearly a whisper as the door opened, “—my le cours began and it has left me feeling rather fatigued and aching.”
The admiral’s face instantly turned as red as a beet and his eyes widened so much, I thought they would pop out of their sockets. For a woman to so much as hint at being on her menses was enough to make most men wince, so for me to outright declare (untruthfully, mind you) that I was on mine was downright horrifying. And with most men being acutely unaware of what women go through when on their monthlies, I knew I could say almost anything and be believed.
“O-Oh! My sincerest ap-apologies, my lady,” he stammered, more than a little flustered. The fact that a hardened admiral such as him was left stammering like a schoolboy amused me greatly, though I forced myself to hide my amusement, instead embarrassedly turning my attention towards my plate. “I-If you are in need of anything, please do not hesitate ask.”
“Thank you, Admiral,” I said. I glanced up as Fitzy appeared at my side, offering him a small smile when he began pouring some steaming-hot tea into my cup.
Seeing my reddened face and his uncle’s flustered demeanor, he glanced between us, confused. “…I clearly missed something,” he said as he filled his uncle’s cup as well.
“Just a little misunderstanding between your uncle and I, darling,” I said, adding a single cube of sugar into my tea. “No need to fret, though, as it has all been cleared up now.”
If you see the quote "I refuse to share my body with a man who wouldn't defend it politically" or any variation of it floating around the internet — it was Kat Blaque who originally said it and she would really appreciate it if people gave her proper credit for it but it's gone viral on a lot of different platforms and most of the people sharing it don't know it's from her or choose not to credit her on purpose.
