#legolasofthefellowship

[alowlysilvanelf]

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

      Tauriel sighed, giving him a slight nod of her head. "I know it would be a risk, and I know it sounds crazy," she acknowledged, letting out a quiet sigh. "But it just might work. It would be unexpected, to say the least. Why should we always wait for them to attack first? We know they will, so why sit and wait for them to do so? Why not make the first move ourselves?"

[mypandora-box]

+1

The day was dark and the winds were whispering evil words about her future, nothing scared her more than not having friends around her, everyone left her alone, no one visited her anymore. The darkness was slowly taking over her, no friendly words would come out from her mouth, friend or foe, it doesn't care for her now. Aurora sent her ravens to watch the walls of her castle and they came back faster than usual. What happened after all? A visitor. But it wasn't a regular visitor, it was an elf. What was he doing there? What does he want? Aurora grabbed her helmet and swords, ready to welcome the elf on her gates, no one visited her, he probably didn't want anything good from her. She was exaggerating, but it wasn't her fault. She sent her ravens again to watch the elf and went to the stable, waiting for more details about him. "Foe." "Prepare my horse, no one enters and no one leaves." She smirked. Everyone watched her marching to the gates, her dark armor and blue cape shocking at one another. "Foe." "What is the Queen doing here dressed like that?" They muttered. Yes, she couldn't help but think that he was a foe. The voices on her mind were getting louder and the poisoned words hurting her more than never. "Foe."

[thebeardless-ladydwarf]

"It's your choice, now you have to live with it."

"But what if I don't want to live it?" She whined.

[warriordwalin-blog]

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[son-of-thrain]

Five are visiting Erebor

"What brings you to Erebor?", Thorin asked.

[odulen-an-di-meriad]

"kiss me, quick!" ((meh, why not? Hope you're well, lovely!))

17)Shoulders

Grace sighed as she finished tugging the last of the stitches through the prince’s skin, sealing the wound tightly. “There”She said, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “All done.”

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

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"I am to wonder now how many males with the mane of snow and the flesh in comparison will enter my company this evening. There was another who held your features, however, she was the mother of the dragons. Whom are you father towards if you hold young ones?," she questioned as The Countess motioned with a hand for his form to reveal his history to her ears. All the better to question his form and to ponder over his weaknesses.

[heiress-of-fundin]

+1 | Meeting an Elf

Sun was already setting as Thyrd decided to turn round and go home; Erebor was a huge cone made of liquid gold due to the dying sun in the West, nonetheless she would need a good time to reach her home. However, guarding the surrounding lands of the Lonely Mountain belonged to her duties as shieldmaiden and she would never complain about it.

Thryd cast a last glance over her shoulder and was already taking a step, as she noticed a figure which hadn’t been there before. Frowning slightly she tightened the grip around her javelin before she decided to verge on that shape – maybe it was something dangerous for the people around Erebor.