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[notthebeard]

NotTheBeard

“I never thought I’d die fighting side by side with an elf.” “How about side by side with a friend?” "Aye. I could do that.”

Independant | Semi-Selective

Muse: Gimli Hobbit and LOTR Penned by Bibi Rules | Links | About | Ask

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PrinceOfLasgaln

“What's happening out there?” “Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box?” 

Independant | Semi-Selective

Muse: Legolas Hobbit and LOTR Penned by Lindsay  Rules | About | Ask

[edjenko]

legolas and gimli (who are in love btw)

[daeneryssansa]

LORD OF THE RINGS The Two Towers

[fickes]

Highlights from my LOTR Tarot Remaster (buy here)

The Lovers: Gimli and Legolas

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send 👦to meet my muse as a child!

[stoneofair]

We Are the Survivors of Alegasia

“There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.

But sometimes it doesn’t.

Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.

That is the sort of bravery I must have now.”

Independant | Semi-Selective | Original Characters

Muse: Aelith and Mistwatch Tolkien and Inheritance Penned by Bibi  Rules | Links | About | Ask

[princeoflasgalen]

semi-selective / ooc friendly / indie / penned by lindsay

[notthebeard]

(helms deep) “Gimli, are you still awake?”

“Aye, laddie. I’m awake.” Gimli had been laying down but not snoring. That alone should have been a give away. “What weighs on yer mind enough ye would ask for me?”

[princeoflasgalen]

“My father would understand, but if I am to die, it will leave him alone. I feel guilty enough to have been gone as long as I have without any word to him at all, though of course it must be this way,” The elf explained, his shoulders heavy.

Legolas listened intently to the story, nodding his head. “My mother passed in the birthing of me, and I’ve persisted to be a thorn in my father’s side since.” His tone was warm as he said the words, meaning no harm. “I have been to Erebor.”

[notthebeard]

Gimli reached out hesitantly, then he decided to forsake what he had grown up knowing, feeling, if only for this moment. He grasped one of Legolas’ hands. “Send word on the marrow to him. My hawk will be leaving then with letters to my father and cousins. I worry for my family too, Legolas. Fili and Kili have nay replied since early in our trip. I have not heard if they made it home or nay. My father is home alone, I am all he has left asides his brother-” Gimli sat up suddenly. “Oin - my uncle.”

One of the final entries in the book found in the chamber, written by Gimli’s friend Ori had revealed something he nor his father had known. “The Watcher in the Water took Óin.” His voice was low as the realization struck him. “Moria took my uncle, father does not yet know.”

It took Gimli a few moments to come back from his thoughts and look at the hand he was holding. “I am sorry ye never knew her. IF anyone needs a Thorn in their side tis yer father.” A small chuckle escaped Gimli. “My cousins often state when yer father comes for delegations that he really needs a Thorin in his side. We always got a good laugh about it. But now-” A smirk crossed his lips. “He seems to be Leg-less.” The joke was terrible and only Fili and Kili would like it.

[notthebeard]

Making some dragons :D

[jennystahl]

— SHIP QUESTIONS

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

What was their first impression of each other?

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

What was their first kiss like?

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Who gets jealous easier?

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

What are their primary love languages?

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Who initiates kisses?

Who’s the big and little spoon?

What are their favorite things to do together?

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Who’s more protective?

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Who remembers the little things?

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Do they have any pets?

Who’s the stricter parent?

Who worries the most?

Who kills the bugs in the house?

How do they celebrate holidays?

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Who’s the better cook?

Who likes to dance?

[notthebeard]

(helms deep) “Gimli, are you still awake?”

“Aye, laddie. I’m awake.” Gimli had been laying down but not snoring. That alone should have been a give away. “What weighs on yer mind enough ye would ask for me?”

[princeoflasgalen]

Staying quiet for a long moment, Legolas stayed perfectly still as he stared up at the ceiling. The two companions had been given a room to share for the night in Theoden’s wing, and while there was but a single small bed to share, a real bed as opposed to a bed roll was most welcome by the two warriors.

“That is true, you sound like a battering ram,” The elf jested, his tone soft. Tomorrow the battle would begin, and it was not lost to the elf prince that they were vastly outnumbered by the enemy forces. “I only think of tomorrow, and that I may not have a peaceful night again.”

[notthebeard]

Gimli grunted. Turning on his side to look at the elf. It had embarrassed him to shuck his trousers to sleep, but he wanted them washed before battle. The tunic he had accepted was for a man’s build and was more than long enough to keep him modest for the elf.

“Aye? Ye expected peaceful nights on this journey?” It was a small joke but not a good one. “Laddie, we came on this journey with the expectation to die. If we perish a wee bit earlier what’s the difference? Tomorrow we stand side by side and we kill the bloody bastards. If death awaits us then we shall die gloriously. And -“

He hesitated now, looking towards the elf’s face. “Ye will nay die alone. I promise.”

[princeoflasgalen]

“Not a peaceful night on this journey, nay. There is hardly a peaceful night with Aragorn around.” Legolas said with a little smile. “I am not afraid to die, only afraid to leave my family behind.” He did not often speak of his home life on the journey, and Legolas had to admit he enjoyed living without the burden of a princely title.

The elf turned on his side as well, staring back at Gimli.

“Will you tell me of your home, Gimli?”

[notthebeard]

“Yer family will understand.” Gimli hoped he was right. That Legolas would die a hero if he died.

“Erebor is the second home I knew. The first were the blue mountains. It was a warm home. My Mither passed not long after we moved to erebor but still the mountain filled with gold and glowed with my family. Fili and Kili rarely let me be after my mother and Father had portrait after portrait made but- it didn’t replace the one he lost nor her.”

[whatnotmemes]

——————–QUESTIONS FOR MUN

1. Who has been your favorite muse to play? 2. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what do you like to listen to? 3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write? 4. What are some of your rp pet peeves? 5. What is the most difficult thing about writing your current muse? 6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? 7. Who was the very first muse you ever wrote? 8. Have you ever written a novel? If not, does it interest you? 9. Do you write fanfiction, or have you in the past? 10. Do you like stylized icons and formatted text or do you prefer to keep things simple? 11. When did you start roleplaying? 12. Have you roleplayed anywhere other than tumblr? 13. Who are five of your favorite characters? (In the rp community or otherwise) 14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise) 15. What sort of muses do you tend to write? 16. Do you like to queue your replies or just post them when you finish? 17. Do you prefer winging it or plotting everything out? 18. What makes for a great roleplay partner in your opinion? 19. Have you received anon hate? If so, how do you deal with it? 20. If you could tell your muse something, what would it be?

[thyndolhen]

Sharing my candies with my dear Ada!!!!!

[princeoflasgalen]

“This plan is stupid. You’re insane. Yet here I am.” (Gimli)

“Doesn’t that make you crazier than I, to go even though you know better?” The elf countered, flashing the dwarf a grin.

“Oh come now, Gimli. It isn’t so mad.”

@notthebeard

[princeoflasgalen]

“What fiend, indeed.”

Legolas could feel himself sweating now, and he took another drink of his wine. His father’s tone was telling.

“We have several items yet to be returned, I am sure. Due to the hasty departure,” Thranduil continued, now eying his son. “It may be returned to you, Gimli son of Gloin. It would be in the care of the prevailing officer at the time- Legolas, can you recall who that was?”

“I can, Adar.” Gods, Legolas felt his throat dry.

“Excellent- who is it that we must speak with to reunite Gimli with his family’s items?”

The prince paused, clearing his throat. “I believe the items in question are among my possessions, Adar.”

[notthebeard]

“Ye have more items?” Gimli perked up then his shoulders sank. “Some of the company are no longer with us to receive what was theirs back. Balin and Ori among them. I must send word to my kin so they can be learned of.” Balin and ori had gone to Moria to take the mines back and he hadn’t known they had fallen. He had stolen the journal as he could not take their bodies on the quest.

“There will be much to morn upon my return to Erebor.”

Watching the exchange Gimli looked at Legolas. He was confused and a tad hurt. “Yer things? Ye are the one that frisked my father and stole that?”

[princeoflasgalen]

“I did not steal,” Legolas defended, though he did still feel guilt at how the situation had been handled with both sides not listening to one another. “I confiscated. Everything was always to be returned. I would not steal.”

Thranduil sat quietly, watching as the appetizers of meats and cheeses and grapes were set out upon the table. He plucked at several grapes leisurely.

“Yes, that was me. The circumstances were very different, and there is much that I know now that I did not then,” continued Legolas, wishing the conversation could have been more private.

[notthebeard]

Reaching over Gimli took Legolas’ hand. He brought it to his lips where he gave a weary smile. “Twas stolen.” Then he was over it with a chuckle. He would forever tease Legolas about this now.

“Father said the thief said something about the portrait of my mother and I, can ye recall what it was?” Gimli drank from his cup ignoring the king but glancing at him for a moment before wondering if there more embarrassing stories.

“Ye know, my uncle Thorin still speaks of ye both.”

[princeoflasgalen]

Legolas wanted to kill Thranduil for being so nonchalant, but he decided he’d deserved it for springing all of this upon his father in one sitting.

“That, I cannot,” Legolas shook his head, turning the tray so the meats and cheeses were closer to Gimli’s side.

“Goblin mutant, wasn’t it?”

Gods, Legolas wanted to kill him. With reddened cheeks, the elf prince near choked, wishing the floor would swallow him up.

[notthebeard]

Gimli bellowed with laughter. “Tis a goblin mutant ye wish to wed then?” He pounded the table with mirth.

“My king, would ye be so kind as to share more stores?”

[princeoflasgalen]

On the other hand, Legolas was not laughing at all, though he was glad to see Gimli not angry.

“I don’t think any more stories are needed,” He said hastily, a light blush on his cheeks.

[notthebeard]

“Aye, I do. Ye have nay told me little about yer adventures as a wee laddie. So who better than yer da to tell me?” Gimli smiled up at legolas, a soft smile that crinkled his eyes and his the mischief he felt with his request.

“So, oh powerful king, what mischief has yer boy gotten up to as a tiny elflet?” REaching out Gimli took some bread and tore it in half, putting one on his plate and the rest on Legolas’ then he grabbed at meats and cheeses and fruits, filling his plate and putting some of each think onto Legolas’.

He knew what the elf did not like and put those on his plate but not the princes, and made sure to portion the elf’s plate as an elf eats, not as a dwarf or hobbit might.

[weheirsofdurin]

Careful Bibi, your naturals are showing. 

😂 I use colored contacts almost daily and my hairs usually up so that it’s straight and only the top roots are seen.

Have a mun photo because I am dumb and posted at like 11 PM last night. 

[pippinstook]

Aragorn: Alright, listen. Are you two fighting or flirting?

Legolas and Gimli: Y E S

[notthebeard]

(helms deep) “Gimli, are you still awake?”

“Aye, laddie. I’m awake.” Gimli had been laying down but not snoring. That alone should have been a give away. “What weighs on yer mind enough ye would ask for me?”

[princeoflasgalen]

Staying quiet for a long moment, Legolas stayed perfectly still as he stared up at the ceiling. The two companions had been given a room to share for the night in Theoden’s wing, and while there was but a single small bed to share, a real bed as opposed to a bed roll was most welcome by the two warriors.

“That is true, you sound like a battering ram,” The elf jested, his tone soft. Tomorrow the battle would begin, and it was not lost to the elf prince that they were vastly outnumbered by the enemy forces. “I only think of tomorrow, and that I may not have a peaceful night again.”

[notthebeard]

Gimli grunted. Turning on his side to look at the elf. It had embarrassed him to shuck his trousers to sleep, but he wanted them washed before battle. The tunic he had accepted was for a man’s build and was more than long enough to keep him modest for the elf.

“Aye? Ye expected peaceful nights on this journey?” It was a small joke but not a good one. “Laddie, we came on this journey with the expectation to die. If we perish a wee bit earlier what’s the difference? Tomorrow we stand side by side and we kill the bloody bastards. If death awaits us then we shall die gloriously. And -“

He hesitated now, looking towards the elf’s face. “Ye will nay die alone. I promise.”