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Hey I’ve been very busy lately and a wee bit short on time. 

I should be around at the weekend.

Like this for a wee starter which I will do then or when I can.

Or you can find me at my main account @aithreachas

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Wee reminder that I’m off to a convention this weekend starting from today and finishing Monday. 

Wish me luck on Sunday I’m entering the cosplay competition! <3

I’ll try to pop by on mobile as and when I can <3

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“A place in these halls? I—” He lifts his eyes to Erebor’s peak, his hands folded behind his back. Once, long years ago, he had stepped inside those halls, still young enough to clutch at his father’s robes. The pillars like ancient oaks had stretched above him, and the air had tasted of smoke and steel. He had not thought he would be welcome within the Lonely Mountain again. 

“’T’would be my honor. I had not thought I would have cause to linger here, and so I fear I have but what I brought to the battlefield – but my home is not so far from yours. I can soon right this matter.” Legolas shifts where he stands, a soldier’s nervous sway, too conscious of being observed not to contain himself, too moved and bemused not to make some expression of his thoughts. “My lord father will not see your kindness for what it is; you must know this.”

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Thorin watched him with a curious gaze, while not one of warmth the hostility reserved only for Thranduil was not present. However there was a glint in the corner of his eyes, so small, so almost insignificant it would barely be noticed. A shimmer of darkness settled 'pon blue hues.

                [Do not trust the Elven king]

                                                                                       [He will BETRAY you once more]

Smaug's voice—or was it his own—reverberated around his skull. Teeth gritted together to drown out the sound and for a brief moment in time Thorin appeared to be somewhere else completely. Thoughts of gold and gems that glittered like starlight at the forefront of his mind and the Arkenstone felt like a deadweight in his pocket, dragging him down into the depths of darkness.  Thorin longed to hold it, the smooth surface would soothe him, soothe his mind and throbbing temples..

But in the blink of an eye it would be missed as Thorin gestured with a wave of his wrist—partly to catch Legolas' attention and partly to shake the fog from his mind.

“Your father may think what he likes, he often has. I care not as long as he does not think we are taking you hostage and march upon our newly reclaimed home. The Lonely Mountain has enough blood at her feet. Elven and Dwarven and Human alike.” 

Well, Legolas technically wasn't a hostage he was free to come and go as he pleased. Though Thorin and his kin would make it very tempting to stay.

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To do list for tomorrow.. maybe

Make more Thorin Icons

Make some young Thorin Icons

Verses page

Fucking dig out my copy of the Hobbit how has it been 15 years since I last read it wtf.

Not give into playing Lord of the Rings Online

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Dís considered ignoring him, pretending she hadn’t heard the low voice of her only living brother as he called across the room in search of her attention. Where had he been, the last time she needed his attention? 

The rustling, though, inspired curiosity, and she turned her chin to study him over the curve of her shoulder. She wasn’t close enough to smell the flowers, not really, but she imagined that she could. Memory was strong enough to fill the room with the gentle aroma, and something in her chest tightened and ached. Amad. 

“Where’d you get these?”

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His gaze remained fixated upon the flowers for a brief moment longer the melody of a song floated through his mind, the lyrics long forgotten.

“I..” He cleared his throat to loosen his tongue, words sticking and catching in the back of his mouth as he thought of gentle hands upon his cheeks, a warm voice in his ear and the smile that could stop a room of the most rowdiest Dwarves. 

“I found them, up 'pon the ridge. There was a small scattering of them.” Words fell silent and he took a step towards his sister, boots thudding on the ground with each heavy step until he stood a hands reach away from Dís.

“Would've died to the cold—“ or so he told himself, they would've been fine really “—thought it best to save some.” The flowers were offered once more, along with the memories the scent held.

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In a way it’s like he never left us..

Thorin: ROARS

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Looks into the camera like in the office

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                                     @faithfcrthedarkrcad

“I’d recognize that shade of red anywhere. You must be Gimli, I saw portraits of you when you was a wee lad. Come here, let me get a look at the son of Gloin and how you’ve grown.”

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Bilbo: We lost Thorin.

Quit telling everyone I’m dead!

Bilbo: Sometimes, I can still hear his voice.

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“That is not precisely what I had in mind.”

“I know it’s a tad... unconventional.” There was a brief pause as Thorin stopped to survey the damaged landscape from the siege. Bodies lay strewn upon the ground, Elf, dwarf and orc alike and the gateway lay in pieces, the rubble making a bridge in the water to enter Erebor.

Repairs were already underway, fortifying the gate and rebuilding the bridge. A group of builders had been sent to Dale also, to assist Bard and make some of the houses safe for the people that survived Lake-town’s destruction.

“But I am assuming, since your Father has already left for Mirkwood, you will be joining him at another time. You... have a place amongst these halls if you wish to help with the rebuilding.”

The thought of keeping Legolas around, even just for a bargining chip if Thranduil should turn his eyes upon Erebor and it’s treasures wouldn’t be too bad of an idea either.

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

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Name: Harley Pronouns: She/Her they/them Sexuality: Pansexual Zodiac sign: Scorpio Taken or Single: Pterodactyl screech Three facts: 1) I cosplay, one of my next costumes is Thranduil 2) I drink way too much tea 3) I'm a massive dork

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Female or Male: I seem to have an abundance of male muses but I'll write any really. I seem to lean towards male.. and grumpy though. Favorite face: Uhm, I do love Adrien Brody and Gary Oldman, Graham Mctavish is up there pretty high too. Least favorite face: I have a few I'm not going to say though because I don't want people to think I don't like their characters if I say one of their fcs Multi or Single:  I have a multimuse blog, but I also have multiple blogs (like 9? now? I think lets not talk about that haha) I tend to main like 3 though.

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Fluff, Angst or Smut: I love a healthy mix of all three really. I'm always up for angst or fluff but smut I'm a little more selective about but if it falls into naturally then I have no problem with that either. Plots or Memes: Both both is good, memes are easier on my attention span but when I'm hooked on a plot I'm totally hooked ahaha. Long or Short replies: At the moment shorter is best but if a thread wants to go long then let it gooooo (that was terrible). I love novella threads they take me an age to reply to however. Best time to write: I tend to write in the early morning between 7am-11am for drafts but I'm always pottering about. Are you like your muse(s): I’m very stubborn and very caring, much like Thorin.

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“I just wished to see if you would do so. A man can hope, after all,” he draws his eyes up the dwarf again, making no secret of his perusal. It was no lie that he was quite handsome for one of his kind, though Zevran played mostly in jest. Where Thorin to ever take him on an offer, however, he certainly would not complain. The single-mindedness with which he operated would be nothing short of delicious if turned to more carnal affairs. 

There is truly no time for a moment alone, with darkspawn hunting them and an injured leg. Ah, perhaps another time…

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“Now is not the time to talk in jest.” With Darkspawn on their tail and Darkspawn on their front their situation was about.. well as normal as everyday life in the Deep Roads.

With a grunt and a grimace he pulled the binding tighter, teeth gritting together and biting back the growl that rumbled in the back of his throat.

“I hope your blades are as sharp as your tongue, we’re going to need them.” He stood, shakily at first, but once his feet had grounded he stood proud, reaching for his blade.

“Come we can’t dawdle behind.”

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“My father liked me when I wasn’t being an idiot.”

For a long while Thorin said nothing, merely mulling over the words that hung between them like a heavy shroud. 

His own father had been lost when the Thaig fell, lost to Darkspawn or lost to his wounds Thorin knew not but it was the last time he’d ever laid eyes upon him.

“I suppose there is times to act like an idiot and take the scorn and times to know when to rein it in. But it is not my place to say when is when.”

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“Take off your shirt.” (zev pls)

“I am perfectly capable of tending to my own wounds.” There was a brief pause as Thorin glanced over towards the elf, a brow rising as a quizzical expression settled over his features before once more he returned to wrapping a bandage around the puncture wound on his thigh.

“However I fail to see why I’d need to take off my shirt for a wound to my leg.”

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[v: Dragon Fire of a different kind] - Dragon Age Verse

Cheatsheet I’ll do an actual write up when I get a moment

Searching for a lost Thaig, of which is overrun with Darkspawn and strategically impossible to take back.

Originally his home but it was lost to the Darkspawn when he was a young Dwarf.

Has spent his life trying to take back said Thaig, plotting and planning and delving into the Deep Roads.

Generally a menace towards the Darkspawn.

Has ties to the Aeducan family.

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“If you ever raise a hand to me again. I’ll cut out your heart and fry it for breakfast.”

“I would be careful about walking so close to a Darkspawn infested tunnel entrance then. You might not be so lucky next time to have your assailant realize you aren't-well-” His head jerked towards the entrance of the cave features pulling into a scowl thereafter as he plunged his sword into the dirt in front of him.

“Are you alright?” 

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Outlander

(Book 1 of the Outlander Series by Diana Gabaldon)

“Don’t be afraid. There’s two of us now.” “I can bear the pain myself, but I couldn’t bear yours.” “Does it bother you I’m not a virgin?” “Well no, so long as it doesn’t bother you I am.” “We have nothing between us save respect.” “Do you agree?” “I shall know that I served you well.” “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.” “You are safe.” “A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” “I must inform you I’m not of that opinion myself.” “I was crying for joy.” “I don’t know what’s a sadist.” “What’s the matter with the poor child?” “Has she had an accident of some sort?” “That’s what marriage is good for, makes a sacrament out of things you’d otherwise have to confess.” “My life is yours.” “I’ll scream.” “I’m teaching him the fine art of not pissing on his feet.” “My father liked me when I wasn’t being an idiot.” “That’s not precisely what I had in mind.” “Do you love him?” “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle.” “I only said I felt like God, never said I was.” “Fighting gives you a terrible cockstand after.” “You don’t flatter me over much, but I can’t fault your observations.” “If you ever raise a hand to me again. I’ll cut out your heart and fry it for breakfast.” “I wish I could have fought him for you.” “Take off your shirt.” “Gave me terrible cramps, and I had wind for days.” “I am your master … and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.”