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archiril-legolasoflasgalen said: Hihi, I’ll find you ;) Don’t we have dragons around somewhere? :P
[- Dragons and horses and Dothraki, oh my! :P You'll have to let me know who you are, though, since I wouldn't want to miss the chance to meet you because I didn't recognize you. I'm pretty sure I'll be the only Khaleesi with an entire Khalasar and horses, so I should be a little easier to recognize ;) -]
[- Popping by to say that I realize I've been incredibly inactive on here. However, I will be at the Elf Fantasy Fair all days next weekend, so if you want to kick me in the butt for my inactivity, feel very free to walk up to me and do so. Just don't tear my costume or attempt to kick my butt while I'm on my horse, bc I'm pretty sure my horse will kick back >.> -]
sirenaderoja replied to your post:+ [imissyouuu]
[- You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, too! ;~; Also I thought about you yesterday when I was on Neal. And then I came across another Ruby and noped away. We should do a thing on here though :3 -]
[I just miss talking to you so much! I was on Ruby’s blog this morning because I really miss her and I was thinking about the threads I had on her, including ours, and I just really miss roleplaying with you. I may bring Ruby back one day (maybe, I don’t want to get anyones hopes up) but I would love to do something on here with you! :3]
[- Eee :3 well if you do, I haven't followed a single other Ruby (nor interacted with any, obviously) so I'll still be there waiting for you xD But excellent! I can try and see if my fever-ridden brain is willing to come up with something, though it might be Wonderland-levels of whacky xD -]
sirenaderoja replied to your post:+ [imissyouuu]
[- You have no idea how much I've missed you, too! ;~; Also I thought about you yesterday when I was on Neal. And then I came across another Ruby and noped away. We should do a thing on here though :3 -]
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"With a good tiredness about it, that she has." Bofur agreed good-naturedly, laughing and clapping the other on the back. "A wooden dagger, y’say? Why, was it sharp enough to do any damage, or did he merely use it for sword practice?"
He himself had fashioned wooden daggers for younger dwarrowlads and lasses, so that they could play at fighting and not feel the temptation to pick at their parents’ real blades - some of them had surprising skill, given how young the little darlings were.
"Uh---well, I was lucky enough not to be its target, but knowing my brother, he'd be able to do some damage with it, even if it was made of wood."
Truth be told, Kíli had strong doubts about his brother actually using any of his precious toys for real damage just yet, but the way Fíli had been practising---well, needless to say, the younger Dwarrowlad was quite envious of his older brother's skill in battle, even if they were still boys and by far not old enough to engage in such things.
(outoffire; I live! Eugh, I’ve missed RPing so much, you have no idea. The problem, however, is that I’ve been bedridden for the past…two weeks, I dare say? Incredibly horrible timing right after the construction workers in my apartment messed with the internet and it got blown out for an extended amount of time, but I’ve been having extensive physical therapy training for recovery of my ankle, and it’s supposed to be getting worse before it gets better. Well—-I’m in the ‘worse’ phase right now. Everything hurts, and even though I’m on really strong painkillers, pretty much my every thought is consumed by the pain in my ankle. That’s why I’ve mostly been in bed with my foot on a few pillows, hoping the pain would go away. But today is a slightly less horrible day, so I’ve decided to get out of bed, get behind the computer and try to work on drafts a little. I’ve missed all my regular RP partners so much, and I feel incredibly guilty for having abandoned all of you for such a long period of time. I hope I’m still welcome on your activity feed~
Anyway, I’ll be working on things, you all just sit back and relax ;D)
I shouldn’t of laughed as hard as I did at this… XD
I will have you know I'm incredibly majestic.
I was born to be majestic.
---Ish.
⊰ Independent genderbent Thorin Oakenshield from The Hobbit
⊰ Book/Movie based
⊰ 6 years roleplaying experience
⊰ Crossover and OC friendly
⊰ Novella - Para - One liner - Crack
⊰ Uses icons for rp’s
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"Oh I think I do, mister Kili sir." She smirked at him as she rested her elbows on her knees, her chin finding its spot in her hands. "Don’t you remember? You kissing me what what started this entire debacle."
Ada was pleased with his reaction. It wasn’t often that she was in the mood for such teasing but he had just given her such an opportunity, she had to play it up.
"Though…it may have been a different kiss had I been the one to initiate it."
"Oh, but a kiss is always better when enacted by both parties."
Their game was an amusing back-and-forth of yes and no, and while the young Dwarf enjoyed it more than anything, especially since he hadn't been given the chance to have such teasing fun in quite a while, he would politely back off if the lady were to give off any sign that she had had enough of his teasings. For now, however, she seemed to enjoy the whole prospect perhaps as much as Kíli did, a reason for which the grin he had been displaying lingered on his face even longer.
When she placed a mischievous remark of her own, the young prince raised a single eyebrow, his grin becoming lopsided at the idea of her initiating a kiss.
"And why is that?"
The remark was followed by a short pause, but Kíli did not hesitate for very long to place his follow-up remark.
"Would you care to demonstrate that?"
Annnnnnnd it’s finally finished!!!
After spent loads of time working on it I kinda tune in my inner Elsa, sang “Let it go” and decided to post it just like it is now :D
It took loads of time mostly because I kept changing the initial idea, adding new details, deleting others and… ugh! the file was absolutely gigantic, so I decided to finally stop adding stuff and kinda…save it the way it was.
Anyway, here’s "Line of Durin" (send me a message for prints ^-^)
[- It's far too late for Mun-day, but hey~ Just to show you guys some horseback archery stuff under the cut. Yes, I use safe arrows since I shoot around horses, but I do use regular arrows from time to time as well. -]
wildyoungboggins replied to your post:[- Gosh I feel horrible for how little I’ve been... -hugs- welcome back
[- /pounces on ;D Woop, thank you! You're next up in my drafts :D -]
For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie.
Abuse this.
[- Gosh I feel horrible for how little I've been able to be on here. I mean, most of it was out of my hands, but I can completely understand if some of you guys have found another Kíli to interact with in the meantime. Anyway, I'm still getting back into the groove, so I won't be able to speed through my drafts like I used to do from time to time, but at least I'll be having bursts of productivity here and there. Just letting everyone know that I'm definitely still alive and that my sudden hiatus was entirely unintended! -]
Fireside Chatter || agoodmorningmeant
"No?" Bilbo nodded, trying to ignore the heaviness to his eyelids - he rather did wish to sleep, but for Kíli’s sake he would remain awake and talk. "I can speak a little more, if you wish." Bilbo said softly, nodding a little and shifting a tad in his seat.
"I’d like for you to visit, I suppose." Bilbo said, after a pause. Fíli and Kíli and Thorin were reasonable enough, and to be fair to the Dwarves, while they had been throwing his cutlery and china about, nothing had been damaged to awfully. "Will you tell me a little of yours?" He asked, leaning forwards.
Upon closer inspection, the Hobbit did look rather tired, but Kíli would leave it up to Bilbo to decide whether or not he preferred to go to sleep or continue the conversation as it was; he figured the man had strong enough of a will to be able to speak up for himself if he wished to end the conversation, and perhaps the young Dwarf's habits had already taught the man that there was really no need to keep up appearances or good manners in front of him. Kíli much preferred to keep things simple.
When Bilbo more or less agreed with the idea of the young Dwarrowprince visiting his hometown, a smile slid across Kíli's face, and he seemed newly energized by the notion of visiting the Shire after all had been said and done. That only intensified when the Hobbit asked for him to tell stories of his own home.
"Of course, what would you like to know? I could describe the Blue Mountains to you---with its halls and forges and blooming worker's economy, or the lovely Dwarrowdams that gather to venture out to pluck flowers for their loved ones every now and again, to contrast the hard work they do around the homestead. All and all, it's a very well-balanced society...but a little different from yours, I reckon."
A tiny laugh escaped the young she-elf’s lips, her brows raising as she looked down at the younger dwarf. Of course he wanted to seem stronger, braver, in front of an elf. She had seen many a man do the same thing. And of course he wanted to seem like he could take care of himself after she had saved his life… —- more times now than she wanted to count. He wanted to seem like he didn’t need her bow or her daggers, and she understood that perfectly.
”Oh yes, you really seemed as though you were able to handle the spider which made an attempt on your life. I am sorry, I must have misunderstood the situation, please, Gohenno Ni,” she replied with a light grin on her lips, her head cocked to the side as she looked at him, noting the puff of his chest and his stance. Oh he was amusing, that was obvious, and had been clear to her from the moment she had met him, from the moment she had spoken to him in the gaols. It was… well, it was endearing in a way that the young she-elf hadn’t realized at first.
She could understand his use of words, how it was ‘convenient’ that she was able to avoid any sort of illness, any sort of disease that might befall his own kin. Yes, it was convenient and yet, she did not like the use of the word and it was clear in her expression and her tone. It was also clear that the dwarf had picked up on that and seemed to have regretted his use of words. Pursing her lips together, her brows soon followed suit by furrowing into a frown as he spoke of his uncle. Yes, their kin did not see eye to eye but that did not mean she would accept anything distasteful said about her own. And so she steeled herself for some sort of argument, for some sort of complaint or arrogant quip… and yet, nothing came.
”Well, yes…—— your uncle and my King have their history. And you cannot say that you did not bring that upon yourselves. You had been trespassing through our wood, our forest…—-” pausing, she pursed her lips for a moment before a smile graced her features. “—- and maybe if your Uncle had been respectful toward my King, then you would have been offered food and wine instead of a cold, damp cell.” Her head tilted to the side as she watched him, thinking for a long time on what he wished for her to tell him. “There is the tale of the stars. Of Varda…—-” pausing, she gave him a look before singing the hymn she’d known since a child.
”A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel, o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, sí nef aearon!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon sí di’nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!”
”It is the story of Elbereth, of Varda… she was the Queen of the Stars, too beautiful for words. She created the stars before the Valar came to this world, she made the constellations. She possessed the light of all stars….—- it is a story I was often told as an elfing, and one I treasure…”
Whereas the conversation had started pleasantly, somewhere along the line, Kíli feared he had chosen some inconveniently placed words, and it felt as though things were slowly tumbling downhill. His lips parted as he wanted nothing better than to mend the situation, but no sound emerged from his mouth, thus he closed it once more, producing a soft sigh through his nostrils. When once again she joked about the matter of saving his life, he decided to press his lips together to prevent himself from answering with yet another stubborn reply.
Oh, how he wished he had the knowledge his brother had, of words to spin together into sentences that would flatter any woman, of social manners and etiquette---yet he was much younger and certainly more inexperienced with such matters. While he had been offered lessons in etiquette and social interaction, he now wished he had listened more carefully to his teacher in stead of drawing on the parchment that had been intended for taking notes. But all and all, he was not quite without charm of his own; he had the advantage of youth and a lively, contagious smile, with a decent dash of mischief always hinted in his eyes. For the longest moment, his expression conveyed that youthfulness, that spirited mood, before it sank into something more serious when she spoke of his Uncle and the Elven King. This time around, pressing his lips together would not prevent him from throwing in a reply.
"We had no other choice but to pass through these woods. We chose a lesser danger over the one that's been lurking outside of your kingdom---but it was never our intention to linger, or to get caught and locked away. I can't control my Uncle's response to whatever offer your King has made him, but I cannot say I blame him. His choices in previous battles have put a lot of bad blood between our people and yours."
The story she next started was a welcome change of subject, for he feared that if he would linger on the topic of Durinsfolk versus Mirkwood Elves, they would never quite come to an agreement. He was sincerely fascinated, however, as she bent her breath around foreign words, sounds that were unfamiliar to him, yet not quite unpleasant to the ear. Slowly but surely, the smile made its way back onto his lips, and he canted his head a bit to the side as he fixed his eyes on her, letting the melody capture him for as long as it lasted. When it ended, he released a sigh, though this one was not out of frustration, but one of appreciation.
"That is a lovely story---and now I understand why you value starlight so much. I had no idea, to be honest; though I have heard quite a few foreign tales, they were very rarely Elven tales."
