#emznur

[weheirsofdurin]

@emznur

Fili and Kil entered the shopping district within Erebor. It was small and only about a hundred stalls in total were set up, but they had plans to grow it as time went on. As a start this was good tough. “I’m off to find the scrolls I need, Nadad. Shall I look for any for you? Elvish custom ones?”

Fili snorted and almost denied then hesitated. “There is a story I wish to know, see if you can find anything on the Balrog slayer, Glorfindel, and his adventures.”

“Glorfindel? Why is that anme familiar?” Kili asked but his brother just brushed him off and went his own way. Whatever, Kili figured and left to search for the scrolls stall.

Fili found his way around, inspecting wares and talking with the owners in an attempt to make sure all was well and slyly try to learn how to make it better. As he looked over a jewler’s wares he paused, inspecting a few well crafted beads.

[illunaris-archived]

@emznur​

“You’re far from home, dwarf.”

[iarnvidiaa]

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THE GIANTESS WAS UNSURE OF THIS. But legends were told about how skilled dwarves were in the craft of jewels. None could work diamonds and precious gems like they did. She sent a raven to the world of dwarves two moons ago, and recently, she got an answer, they had someone who could make the particular jewel she wanted. 

But she wasn’t expecting that expert to be a young girl.

❝I am the one who wrote to you from Jötunheim❞ Angrboða said once she saw her. The travel was a simple one, the hardest part was to find where the dwarves were living exactly ❝I was told you will be able to fulfil my request❞

[scrdurin]

     “ I remember because it took me all night! ”  The balb'urs drink seemed to have done the trick, served ice cold yet burning as it went down the back of his throat and filled his stomach, warming his cheeks and causing him undeniable laughter that could barely be contained as he reached across the table to point a finger in Thinya’s face, “ Two hundred royal guard boots I had to spit and shine to glitter under candle light! Two hundred! ”  He was close to tears at the memory, smiling as he raised his mug back to his lips for another long sip -- from sundown to sun up he had worked tirelessly scrubbing the boots of the dwarrow guardsmen whom had ventured out past the Dales when Frerin had ‘ disappeared ’ on his sisterkin’s name day. An innocent prank in comparison to the others that he would often pull on the noble families, his parents and brother and the good folk of Erebor but one that had caused the guardsmen no shortage of upset when the storms had come, soaking them in rain and caking mud to their armored boots only to discover that Frerin had been hiding in the rafters of the Royal hall the entire time.

Frerin dropped his mug back onto the tabletop with a self-satisfied sigh, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned his chin on the palm of his hand and hummed happily. Good memories, fun memories, he was rarely able to speak of them with Thorin without sadness creeping in.  “ What I wouldn’t do to see their faces, walking back into Erebor looking like mud statues. ”  //  @emznur  ♡‘d  for  a  starter

[slvrlnce]

The Kingdom of Erebor was indeed grand, the craftsmanship of the tall halls carved from stone and decorated in banners of handwoven fabrics, dyed and cascading from the towering ceilings, stone statues as tall as hills guarding the walls and then there were the lights, like stars that painted across the ceiling and the walls, glittering in the dim underground light. It was enough to take the Prince’s breath away. He might prefer the forests and the open sky above his head but there was no mistaking the beauty of the dwarven kingdoms, their solid foundations and sharp lines and angles.

King Balor and gone to greet King Thror and it had allowed the Prince his chance to wander the halls -- his golden gaze marveled at everything, drinking in the sights, the smells, the sounds of Erebor with a keen curiousity undeterred by the way in which many of the Dwarfs watched him. He towered above them in height and yet their presence was felt, holding themselves with pride and assertiveness that was impossible to deter. Nuada stopped at one of the market stalls, gaze captured by the shine of a stone pale as the moon and rubbed smooth.

As he gazed down at the stone he felt the eyes of a curious observer and lifted his eyes to meet hers, for she was unmistakably female. Black tainted lips curled into a small smile as he tipped his head forward into a slight bow of acknowledgement,  “ Mae govannen. I hope that I am not intruding. ”  //  @emznur  ♡‘d  for  a  starter

[darachsciath]

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Journey - Wheel in the Sky

       “I'M STANDING IN THE sleet and rain, don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again.”  

[northpolebear]

Thank you for existing, little polar bear

thank you for existing! I hope you’re having a fantastic, wonderful day!

[lordofelves]

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Dwarven horn blasts were easy to distinguish. Short and loud, just like those who sounded them. Maybe it was a nasty thought for someone who was related by marriage to the King of Erebor, but it was one that Thranduil now kept to himself out of respect for his daughter. Like the dwarves who marched into his halls, he was dressed for battle. It was a miracle that they had managed to slip past the Orcs that were filling the woods, but it would be dangerous if they risked returning to Erebor. 

Which only meant that she was meaning to stay.

                      “I did not expect you to return, Thinya. A queen’s place is by her king’s side,                        and the war has just begun.”

As much as he was glad to have her home ever since the wedding, he was more concerned about her being with her husband during such times.