#athaexnen

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Well this took three days longer than it should ;; but here it is! A little animatic ft. Poppy Burrows the Hobbit and Bruce the Olog/Troll

Poppy Burrows (c) @athaexnen

Bruce the Olog (c) me

Audio (c) Disney

Reblogs are greatly appreciated! (*;ー;)b

[thanaredreamtof]

the winter solstice

closed starter for @athaexnen

Felicity could not believe it. She had not felt grass beneath her feet for almost four years, and now she was wandering through a forest all through the night. The girl was shivering, but it did not matter, she was outside at long last. She had left under the cover of darkness, and now the sun was starting to rise, and the misty fog of the morning settled over the land. Each step brought a crunch with it, as the ground had not yet thawed from the nights frost. She was freezing cold, and hugged the makeshift cloak around her, but she did not care. She was outside. She was outside. She had escaped. And with two weeks to go till the Winter Solstice, all she had to do was lay low and remain hidden until it had passed.

She had no idea where she was going, or when she would get anywhere, but so long as she could put distance between herself and that castle, that prison, she would keep moving forward.

She was still recalling the nights events in her mind when she heard something. Like a deer spooked by a hunter, Felicity's eyes darted to the source, and her blood ran cold as she made eye contact with a man. She froze in her tracks, apart from the King, and the guardsmen who would throw her some food, she had had no contact with anyone in the four years she'd been locked away. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked at him, she should have been more careful not to be seen, and now it was too late.

"Good morning sir" she said, once she finally found her voice again, though it quaivered.

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@athaexnen // continued from here.

AZURE HUES LINGERED UPON THE BLONDE A FEW MOMENTS. Silence filled the air after the words left her, and though this should have been a short stay Thorin hadn't expected to stay as long as he did. Neither of them had expected it, but over time the brunette had come to enjoy Iona. Her presence ever calming along with her intelligent conversations. She was someone that he had come to open up to slowly - someone he could trust and not worry of having to watch over his back. However, she had her home to herself now so why was he feeling a pit sinking deep into his gut? Why was it so hard to just let this be and hope that his words would stay true?

Because there was no way of knowing. There was no way of knowing if they would meet again but there was hope. Perhaps they would meet again under better and happier circumstances, he believed. All this time he'd spent with the woman and somehow leaving wasn't feeling right to him. But he needed to, he had his home to return to.

"Of course."

[dealtgod]

@athaexnen || plotted starter

    They had come to the Rhovanion to slaughter, for naught else but to watch blood spill. Waiting for some poor creature or unknowing traveller to come out into the sea of grasses--- entirely exposed. Just how they liked it--- the brutality of an unfair fight. Then again, what is life to wargs and orcs? Nothing. Their scent was enough to trigger a sorrow so great that even the form of a great bear could not hold its weight. But Beorn settled in these lands to put an end to the suffering they had caused. It was why he stalked these grounds--- the heavy steps of the bear warding off such foul, loathsome things. And for the few that dared challenge him, they met the swipe of claws and a fearsome bite that they forced him to use in caged fights. 

   No, Beorn’s suffering would not end for the rest of his days. But he would stop the orcs from inflicting such suffering, or die trying.

    It was their scent that drew Beorn from his garden and up to the hills, a great, tall man sinking into the waist-high grasses and emerging as an even greater black bear. He made no attempt at silence--- the thundering of heavy paws upon soil, a bellowing growl, and a flash of yellow eyes filled with reckoning and pain. Cresting the hill, Beorn descended upon an orc pack astride wargs, who were on the hunt for lesser pray. Alone, he fought them, teeth sinking into one of the foul creatures and tossing them in one fell swoop. Alone, as he always had been. 

    But as he reared up in response to a charging warg, one paw raising to swat it out of the way, there was another scent just beyond the trees. One that Beorn thought he would never smell again. One of his kind. Impossible. A trick of the senses, perhaps? With another foe fallen, Beorn returned to all fours with a thud and began to charge the three orcs who squared up against him. 

    It could not be, could it?

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// Totally not me gushing over the size difference between Poppy Burrows ( @athaexnen ) and Bruce!

Can’t wait to see how their relationship forms!

(Poppy in a clearer image under read more:)

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athaexnen answered:

Poppy had her nose in a book, going back and forth between the page and the flowers she had been looking at. Her mother had wanted a very specific kind for this new arrangement she was working on, and she had been the one to volunteer to go look for said flower. However, what she didn’t expect was to find herself nearly being squished by a giant troll as she was studying the flora. 

She could already feel her heart racing as she thought back to Mr. Bilbo’s stories of trolls trying to eat him and his companions and soon enough found herself staggering back until she fell onto her bottom from the collision with a small yelp. Looking up, she felt like she was done for. Poppy had traveled a little further than normal to find this flower and now  she was going to be eaten! Or, so she thought. She had never met any trolls before nor had ever been outside the Shire, so for one to be this close was a little scary.

To say that it had been a long journey would be an understatement. He had escaped the confines of Mordor, traversed the Brown Lands, snuck through Greenwood to his best ability, and —with some difficulty— crossed over the Misty Mountains. It had been a day since Bruce had passed Bree, though he hadn’t known the town’s name before. His only goal in mind was to keep as much distance between himself and any Mordor-aligned settlement.

Keeping his footfalls as silent as possible, Bruce crept about the land outside of the Old Forest in hopes that the trees would shelter him from any unwanted attention. He just hadn’t expected anyone so… small to also be there as well.

“Oh!” Bruce exclaimed at the sound of a little yelp, and glanced down beneath him. In his deep shadow, a child shook and stared up at him with wide eyes… no, not a child. Not a human child, at least. This one smelled different than Man.

Curiosity eased into Bruce’s mind and the Troll did what he assumed to be the polite thing to do— he smiled. Unfortunately for Bruce, the smile in question stretched wide and massive, and larger than the ‘child’s’ little body. What was worse— all of his teeth ended to a fine point and the overall impression of the grin resulted in less of a friendly display than a predatory flash of teeth.

“Well, hello there, li’l morsel,” the Troll bellowed, with a teasing nickname. Of course, Bruce was just being a bit cheeky and never intended to actually eat the poor thing. However, it was debatable that the stranger knew that.

Bruce leaned forward, and brought down his enormous head closer to the ‘child’, teeth flashing in the sunlight that peeked through the forest canopy. “Sorry ‘bout that— reckon I didn’t see where I was goin’,” the Troll said. His nostrils flared, trying to identify the stranger’s kind. Not a Man. Not a dwarf with no beard. Perhaps an elf child?

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( c ) @athaexnen

x. Thorin was uncertain in how they'd both ended up in such a position. His trip had been for far longer than he liked but when he returned backto the mountain, the royal had been greeted in such a positive way by many of the others but also Iona.

The shape-shifter he missed so dearly during the last few days. She'd greeted him with a kiss and then he'd pulled her to his chambers after telling Balin he was not to be disturbed for the rest of the day. Within his chambers they'd laid upon the bed with the blonde easily braiding his hair and fingers running through thick, dark strands which had sent shivers down his spine but the dwarf had proceeded to tell her of how things had gone. It was one of those rare moments for a king to have where he could just relax with his loved one.

Where things had shifted he wasn't certain. One moment he'd been talking and then the next lips were upon his own, initiating the start of it all. A hum slipped from him as he returned it, a large hand raising to rest upon her cheek and then one thing had led to another; fingers delving into hair or pulling the other closer, breathing heavily. The airhead started to grow thick between them.

Thorin had made her a promise and here he was; whispering it for only Iona to hear. His gaze had watched her momentarily, waiting to see what she'd do. Fingers had raised lightly tracing his lips and beard getting the royal to lean into the simple touch. Her sigh had been reaction enough for him, until her smile had turned into a smirk and that alone was enough to tell Thorin just what his words had done to her. As soon as the woman leaned forward lips were upon his own once more before she began trailing said kisses from his lips down to his jaw until she'd somehow ended up atop of him. His head tilted to the side as gentle kisses were pressed to his neck, emitting soft sighs and hums from the brunette.

His hands rested upon her hips and fingers curled inward at the lick, eyes closing as hands trailed down his chest and the woman gave a roll. This had prompted Thorin to react with a raise of his hips, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. The need to have her was heavy, to have her above him, below him, in whatever way he could. It was strong. A soft gasp emitted from the brunette as lips brushed against his ear then she'd growled, claiming him as hers in words which sent a shiver down his spine once more. "Make me yours, âzyungel." He whispered, rocking his hips upward in response to her own.

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@athaexnen // continued from here.

BRIGHT BLUES LOOK TO THE OTHER, THICK BROWS furrowing slightly when he took the question into consideration. What was he to say to a complete stranger? That it was none of her business on knowing what he was doing in these parts? Ignore the question completely, or answer. Answer. "Traveling to find home." He responded, looking away from the woman and into the flames of the fire. This hadn't been a lie - lying wasn't in his nature anyways, but it was better he cooperate and tell her than to be wolf chow. "I am not here to cause harm."