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     The lady Queen was curious to the disruption that had seeped throughout the halls of the Realm.  A band of dwarfish FIENDS as they had been so elegantly described to her, and yet she knew better than to take the words of a few rowdy guards. No, Anorýn wanted to see for herself what her son had found deep within the shadow of Mirkwood. 

      Starlight festival was an ample opportunity as the noble lords and ladies drank their fill of spirits and allowed only few wandering guard to run the dungeons. Her presence was hardly missed at such events, as the jewel of the kingdom RARELY glimmered as she had centuries past. Instead, she slipped down to the hold, seeing only the now full cells crammed tight with a melody of creatures. The leader of which only just returned to his prison mere hours before after a less than amicable discussion with the King. 

       Thranduil’s yearning for what lie within the halls of Erebor was faint and unjustified to her own ears, and surely not worth any dismay. Perhaps he saw a way to return BRIGHTNESS to their fading world -- but she did not know. All she knew was the subtle feeling of injustice, and the more burning desire to see to an end what such small creatures had started. 

         As she approached his cell, sight flickered around to be wary other ears in reproach, “You’ll have to forgive the King for his poor manners, he does not often know whether friend or foe walks within these woods. So it is an EASIER crime to treat them all with little care,” Her words softer -- still reserved in nature but finding little to conceal as grey eyes were found locked upon the dwarfish prince. “But from what I hear you seek to taste the fire of dragons, and that is a fate Thranduil would NOT easily allow, Thorin son of Thráin.” 

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    It was as it had been and thus would always be--- a taking up of arms and joining kin in battle when the call came. Balin was amongst those who answered, as did his father and brother, for he would not forsake those who turned toward the Misty Mountains. Armed with weapon and skill, he descended into the tunnels, meeting great swells of goblins with blade and rallies. And it was in the tunnels the dwarves remained--- taking one goblin-hold after another in a ceaseless quest in pursuit of one Orc who had since evaded them. But its mockery was there in the stagnant air of death, driving them ever onward into the darkness.

    It was not the wickedness of Azog and his promise of death that he would remember. Nay, Balin would face death with blade in hand, ready to defy its blow for as long as he could. And it was not miles of tunnels, nor the goblins that tried to surround them that would haunt his memory in the coming years.

   None of these things could quell the warrior within.

   What Balin would remember, and would never speak of again, was not knowing if the bodies he tread upon in those tunnels were that of goblins or kin.

   The days dragged into years. War settled comfortably in the depths of the mountain, seemingly content in its wrath. It did not waiver, no matter how strong the might of dwarvish blade had been.

   And yet...

   Those who had survived this long now gathered, a growing sense that they could bring about an end to this war. Wisdom laughed in the the back of Balin’s mind-- a reminder that another war would always come in time. Even with this knowledge, he gripped the handle of his sword that was presently sheathed. It was here that Balin stood next to another with whom he had fought beside for years.

   “Azog’s nearly driven t’the surface,” he began. “But that alone will not bring about an end.” A knowing gaze befell him-- the kind that came when Balin’s silence spoke the loudest. “What news do you bring? Is this t’be our final stand?”

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  ❝ YAVANNA'S SAKE, THORIN, LIE DOWN.  Goodness. It's like dealing with a faunt. ❞

Oin snorts beside him as Bilbo keeps a firm hold on the Dwarf's shoulder, giving him an exasperated look. Oh, Thorin can throw him off if he wants to -- but then again, maybe he can't. Because Bilbo doesn't know what exactly happens when a warg bites one in half, but just because Gandalf performed one miracle didn't mean that the Dwarvenking didn't need tending to.

So of course they call upon the medic, and Bilbo is ever grateful that Oin knows his way around his herbs because to him, to one Hobbit so deeply out of his depth, everything looks like it could get infected all at once, and try as he might, he isn't sure if he's capable of hiding the worry on his face. ❝ Lie still. For me. Please? I did just jump in front of a great homicidal orc for you, after all. ❞

( This last he says with a smile, though perhaps it is small. He knows the story -- he just wants to keep Thorin occupied while Oin does his work. )

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        he moves cloaked by shadows, dressed in the comfort of the cloak of darkness. this is where he feels most comfortable, this is where he truly is at home. walls of stone and halls filled with riches surely held their appeal but to him there was nothing sweeter than moving unseen when the night was upon them. it had been easy to slip into the chamber of the king under the mountain ( far too easy ; if the opportunity ever arose to scold their king he’d take it to inform him of this fact. ) and now he stands here, allowing his fingers to wander but not quite putting anything inside his pockets just yet.                             @iduzbad     ♥’d   a closed   starter call.

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“Sire, ye have my love and loyalty forever,” the younger dwarf stated, standing to her feet. “But sometimes ye’re more bear’an dwarf. If ye’ll excuse me. I’ve got work t’do.” 

[righteousinwrath-archived]

lotr/the hobbit/ anything tolkien ;)

Well I’ve already answered  lotr, but in the Hobbit hmm, Fili!

I love playing siblings, like give me all those brother feels with Kili!!!! Like before I have never rped in the hobbit or LOTR so I’m not 100% yet how I’d do it, but I enjoy their antics together but I love Filis protectiveness over his brother “I belong with my brother” Side by side they would fight, they would stand. And side by side the’d die AND AND I’m just full of feels

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@iduzbad | so you said you wanted non-angsty interactions.

She’s the first to peek in of the two. Outside, the world crashes and burns in an inferno of water and clouds, a storm rushing down over the mountain in deep, dark waves of thunder and lightning. The mountain may keep them secure, but there’s so much she can do against a little girl’s fears.

“Thorin?” she asks, all quiet and small, “Thorin, can I come in?”