#lonerebor

[therapardalis]

‘ Rest as long as you need. ’

[Starter meme I can’t find the link to from @carvenking.]

A protest springs quickly to her lips, stayed at the last instant before giving way to a smile. It is not so long ago since she courted discord with the King on this same matter, and at the memory her amusement grows - at the table turned and how the excuses she almost gave would have echoed his.

Work to do … must attend … and on their heels the remonstrance she gave to him in return. Now it is she who tires and sags with the weight of it; she who might commit an error by not being at her best. And while in the company of another she might still insist on struggling on, there’s little doubt Thorin will have her own words in waiting, ready to serve them back.

With a sigh she settles, the irony of it all but drawing a chuckle to the fore. “Thank you, your Majesty. You will call me if I’m needed, won’t you?”

[silverwield]

                galavant edits   /   the shade is mutual ( @lonerebor )

[voidnamed]

@lonerebor​  starter  call.

     THUNDER  ,  A  WAR  IN THE  CLOUDS  ,   the  raging  storm  outside  could  be  heard  from  the  pattered  of  rain  against  the  closed  shutters  in  the  tavern  which  she  remained  in  ,  hood  still  dripping  from  her  long  ride  towards  her  destination  .  wet  hair  clung  to  the  armour  threatening  to  rust  from  the  damp  .  droplets  followed  her  as  she  moved  through  the  crowd  ,  her  soaked  cloak  acting  as  her  own  rain  cloud.

                                       “             did  i  hear  correctly  ?            “              she  approaches  the  stranger’s  table  as  if  they  was  old  friends   ,  with  a  confidence  in  her  tone  that  is   undeniable  ,  small  breath  found  their  way  through  parted  dark  lips  , but  her  conviction wavered   when  the  weight  of  her  encounter  dawned  on  her   .            “     the  …    shambling  mound  …               “          she  clarified.          “           ...   you’re  hunting  it  too  ?            “            this  area  seemed  to  be  target  to  the  monster  from  the  swap’s  attacks  for  weeks  now,  sights  of  a  large  vine-like  being  had  been  reaching  for  a  living  figures  to  swallow  them  whole  and  crush  them  in  it’s  breathing  vines.     a  skilled  of  huntress  as  she  knows  herself  to  be  ,  having  someone  to  aid  is   never  something   to   ignore  .

[limulekhozoh]

𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰     ↪ “ I come here to be alone sometimes. “ - @lonerebor​

----- HE APPROACHES HIS UNCLE, GREETING HIM WITH A PAT ON THE SHOULDER. this new life is easy to become overwhelmed in. constant duties, things to worry about, people to attend to . . . not that fili is not excited for a new journey as there were times he felt quite cramped in ered luin. but, it will take time.       “ i can see why, “ the prince offers. “ i only stumbled upon you by chance. i needed some air, you see. “

[limulekhozoh]

𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰      ↪ “ there are worse fates than death. “ - @lonerebor​

----- “ AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM, “ the prince snaps. being confined to a bed is torture, and even oin has gotten sick of fili’s complaining. fili had briefly stared death straight into its cold, empty face. all he can remember was being surround by orcs, and then azog before the searing white hot pain that engulfed his body . . . and a fall. he is lucky. his wound is healing nicely but his broken leg and arms make him useless.       “ i am about ready to inch around this place like a worm, “ frustration burns through his veins, causing him to spit every word. “ just get me out of this damned bed. “

[killedinstead]

        “Any tips then--” Her smile is warm and gentle as it always was as she leaned back in her seat. “You’ve been at this a little bit longer than I have.” Not that she had thought she would end up here, but it seemed fitting. At least she would be close to her son, he was all she had left now. 

@lonerebor​ II starter call

[secondscn]

@lonerebor​ said: my sacrifice became my sin.

            almost before his uncle had finished speaking, kíli was shaking his head in protest.    “  there was no sin!  ”    he said firmly, each word resonating with his own conviction. it was true, there had been loss -- mistakes and difficulty. the struggle to regain their birthright had not been an easy one -- not for any of them. but not a soul among their company would blame thorin for the toll it had taken. of that he was certain. any doubts that might have arisen in their minds lasted only as long as the sickness had held him -- and even then, each of them would have gladly given their lives to follow him.    “  the battle was a hard one, but it is done,  ”    he said at last.    “  we have what is ours and no one will take it from us again. why linger on what’s past?  ”    he met his uncle’s eyes with a determined gaze.    “  we only remember the sacrifice. that is all that matters now.  ”

[tyrll]

                                     margaery’s  flower  garden    *  /   @lonerebor​   ♡-ed  

   ˗ˏˋ A S P H O D E L   ∵   U N E N D I N G R E M O R S E 

Evergreen.    Planted   near   graves.    It   was   believed   that   the   departed   walked   among   vast   meadows   of    Asphodel.    Those    associated    with    the   plant    are    plagued   by    wasted    opportunities,    destined   to   look   back    at   the   glimmerings   of    days   past.