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[choserage]

instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear. / tau @ caleb

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                     they  don't  talk  about  when  she  left.  dance  around  it  or  leave  it  open  to  interpretation  if  it  comes  up.  he  wondered  about  her  travels,  if  she'd  ever  found  that  place  she  belonged.  he  hoped  so.  he's  not  idealistic  enough  to  think  he  has  a  part  to  play  in  that  dream  she  had.  it  wasn't  important  to  him.  the  thought  of  her  being  afraid  of  anything  makes  him  soften,  a  warm  smile  on  his  lips.  ❝  congrats,  i'd  say  you  succeeded;  i've  seen  you  go  toe  to  toe  with  drunk  assholes  without  a  hint  of  fear.  although  you  are  pretty  scary  whenever  you  get  that  certain  look  in  your  eye.  ❞

[loneliestlegacy]

♕ Unbroken Pride

Tauriel

Elves.

Quite possibly one of the most despicable, selfish and stone-cold races to ever have walked Arda. When he’d crafted the dwarves from his loving hands, Mahal, the Great Smith, had bestowed the burning sparks of his forge upon their lifeless bodies, animating them with the warmth of his everlasting fire. Elves, on the other hand, seemed to have been carved from primal permafrost, eternally detached from the tangible realm, ever walking loftier and mysterious pathways, with not a single care for what unravelled around them so long as they could retreat to their well-guarded realms.

“Cowards.” he spat in humiliated contempt, bile scratching at his throat, his voice hoarse and staining his words with poison. He cared not who could hear him, for his anger had taken over his body in the form of quaking, shaking, crackling tongues of fire within his chest, but it was not enough to push through the bars that contained him within that cold cell.