#captainofstarlight

[starlightandmountains]

"...Are you still awake?"

“Sleep is for the weak!” She proclaims as she continues crafting, with about fifty newly made arrows placed beside her. She paused for a moment and then gave a sigh. “…Yes, I am still awake. I cannot fall asleep so I figured I would do something useful.” 

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[lordofelves]

starter for @captainofstarlight

How often could one order a child down from the rafters before his voice grew hoarse? So it seemed to be the case with the giggling HELLION hiding from an exasperated nurse. Thranduil’s gaze moved upwards, finding a familiar head of red hair amidst the green leaves. 

                   “It is difficult to say who your child takes after. You...or him.”

Difficult it may be to accept Kili’s inclusion into the family, he was doing his best.

[erynlasgalenedhel]

"You look nervous. What's wrong?"

“I have a feeling that someone has been watching me ...” Legolas spoke softly, glancing around nervously. He could feel it, but he could not figure out who would want to keep such a close eye on him.

[antleredthrone]

(can I just like send you a meme because if so🙈) "I don't know who you are anymore."

Thranduil sat with his hands folded neatly onto his lap, his eyes fixed upon his fingers and the many rings that adorned them. It had been a trialing time to say the least, and though he would not admit it, Thranduil hardly recognized himself.

“I know,” He said calmly, looking at her then, his face troubled. “I know, and I am sorry.”

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[stillthirstfordwarfblood]

Ⓐ :)

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[starlightandmountains]

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear* <3

She pretended she didn’t want the gesture, turning her head way and pouting, but there was no resisting her mother’s gentle touch. She gave a snuff of what she felt was defeat and she leaned over to put her head on her mother’s chest to have her comb her hair more. 

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[beirnwyn]

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Beirnwyn prided herself in her skills at avoiding traps. No snare nor snaptrap set by any hunter of man or orc would ever catch her! She was, of course, smarter than the average creature in the Anduin Vale, and what traps she came across - forbidden in the lands of Beorn - were swiftly dismantled and buried so that no harm came to any animals. She supposed many hunters from the south were baffled as to why their traps kept disappearing with no prey, but clearly they were too stupid or too determined to stop setting them. She was very clever, and until they became cleverer than her, they would not suceed.

Today, unfortunately, was perhaps such a day.

To put it mildly, she had very stupidly blundered right into a pitfall trap with a crash, and was now stuck at the bottom of a twenty foot hole. In her defense, she had both never encountered such a thing before, and had not noticed the leaves and sticks placed across the hole to hide it. Once she had stepped on it it had all collapsed down, dumping her right into the trap. It was lucky that the hole had not had sharpened sticks at the bottom to spear her, as they usually would, though Beirnwyn did not know this.

Once the dust had settled, she-bear sat up and shook her head. ‘Ugh. This is new,’ she thought to herself, scowling at the top of the hole in indignation. She spent the next several minutes trying to reach the top edge by standing on her back paws and reaching with her front, but her front claws just barely reached the top. Then, Beirnwyn decided to shift her skin into her woman form so that she might try to leap her way up the steep wall to freedom, but the hole was so deep that it hardly made any difference. She was thoroughly stuck, which was a horrible embarassment, and when her family found out she would never hear the end of it.

Eventually she sat right down and crossed her arms in stormy frustration, and stewed there. Beirnwyn’s anger gave way to despair as the sun crossed the sky and started casting long shadows. She would be surely late for dinner, and then her family would come searching for her.

Suddenly, from above, she heard a twig snap, and she leapt to her feet. “Hello?” She called, “Is there anyone there?”

Perhaps her father, or maybe her siblings. Or, perhaps, it was the hunters who set this trap, come to check to see if they had caught the one who kept foiling their efforts. What a shock they would find - a very cranky and very naked (for her clothes did not come with her when she changed her skin) young woman who could turn into a giant black bear! If it was indeed them, Beirnwyn would enjoy giving them a good mauling for their efforts.

[lastofmypeople]

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The battle was over. 

It was over, and Beorn came back to himself and his man form to a valley full of carnage. Orc, dwarf, man, elf; it mattered not, it seemed, for all blood was spillt across the valley on the doorstep of the Lonely Mountain, and he had spilt much of it. He was not sorry for that, for at least his bear had recognized the important of only slaughtering the orcs. Only snippets of memory remained of the time he spent ripping through the legions, for the bear’s wrath was so great it had blocked the man out entirely. 

They had won, though it hardly sounded like it. The wails of the injured and the anguished howls of the living echoed through the valley. He was sick of it already. 

The giant man stumbled naked through the battlefield, taking care to avoid those both searching for the injured and those hunched and weeping over the dead, though he needn’t have worried - no one seemed to pay much mind to the wild man covered in orc blood in their midst. He needed Radagast. Radagast had clothes, he remembered distantly. Radagast had brought him clothes for when he had changed his skin back. It had been an amazing amount of planning ahead on the Brown Wizard’s part, and eventually he’d found him, fussing over the injured goats of the dwarves. Wordlessly, his clothes were passed to him, and Beorn shrugged them on and then slunk away. 

He would not leave yet. There would still be orcs lurking, hiding away in hopes no one would find them, but Beorn would. And so, he hunted. 

He spent most of the day circling the outskirts of the battlefield and took great pleasure in dispatching any lingering orc he found with extreme prejudice. As he had suspected, few of them remained, but what few did indeed try to hide in the shadows, likely looking to attack the mourners when their backs were turned. The last place he went to was the hill upon which the Dwarf King and his nephews had made their final stand. Their bodies had long since been moved, but Beorn did not doubt that such an outcrop would be a prime hiding place for orcish scum, for it was the farthest away from the main field, and had no one looking for survivors. 

The first thing he noticed when he had climbed up to the little outpost on the hill was the elf-warrior, sitting like a slumped doll, staring off into nothing with an empty look in her eyes. The second thing he noticed was the orc about to spring upon her from behind. Beorn did not know the elf, but was offended by the idea of her being ambushed in such a state, and with a mighty bellow flung the commandered pike like a spear and knocked the orc backwards right off the cliff. 

There was a momen of silence as he huffed and puffed at the sudden exertion. 

“You should return to your kin, elf,” He then said, his voice rough with disuse, “Your king has healers tending to his soldiers.”