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this man... tall, dressed to the nines with SHIMMERING hair, shimmering robes, and a shimmering crown woven into his pale tresses. is he, perhaps, hylian royalty? he certainly looks the part!
the skull kid WATCHES from his perch on a tree branch. the leaves rustle when he jumps to another, following the man’s path quickly.
a pebble is then pulled from his pocket, a slingshot pulled from his other, and he sends the pebble SOARING straight at the guy’s head.
Five asked for audience.
The Queen was alone, taking a moment of sweet rest in her chambers, until she heard knocking on the door.
“Come in." She said, her bright eyes turned towards the guest.
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▲— COURAGE:
❛ There are dark spirits in this forest. They are making the trees sick and filling it with monsters.
The source... is it a temple? ❜
longwillitarry replied to your post:
// And I love me some halflings! :D Particularly Bilbos, sooo what’re we doing not talking to each other like lamers?
//-tsks- Being lame! Hehe I just love interacting with the great elven kiiing!!!
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. c:
//waves her arms// We should taaaaalk I love talking to Thrandruils~!!!!
Kidnapped! { AU }
longwillitarry
❥- The young hobbit had been exploring on the edge of the Shire. She ventured far in order to hear the sound of nature, trying to make new friends with the animals that lived near by.
In true hobbit fashion Ilia was quite queer. Her feet not so overly large, nor a over sized belly. Even her hair was very un-hobbitish. The young hobbit kept it short but a longer chunk of curly hair to the side. All this in mind but the younger hobbit children didn’t seem to mind and neither her father.
Ilia often found herself playing in the woods near by even at her age. When a celebration was around the corner, she would do her best to help. Some of the older hobbits would turn their noses but she kept to her work.
Now the young hobbit was away from Hobbition wanting very much to explore more the area’s she had not. When she heard a noise. It sounded as if a animal was wounded. Her feet moved on their own, scurrying quickly to the source. Nothing could have prepared her for what was to come. There were orces near by and the moment she nearly ran into them, they had shot her down.
It seemed like hours when she had awoke but the sounds she heard were unpleasant to the ears. The orces were dragging her away from all she knew. They tried to force her to eat their moldy bread but she refused. At one point they nearly poured down a liquid substance down her throat but she fought them. The land was changing around them, mountains began to show but even then Ilia refused to eat becoming weaker. Even her small hobbitish belly was starting to flatten. When the orces ignored her, she tried to escape but her wound wasn't healed just yet.
This went on for couple of weeks before she knew it they were in a forest that she never seen before. It was very strange to be here. Despair began to form in her tiny heart of ever seeing her beloved home. Now she was walking with a limp with these strange creatures into a forest she never been before. Teal orbs began to fill with tears the more she thought about home. Her lovely hobbit hole where her father was no doubt looking for her. All her friends, even the animals would be looking but no one knew that a pack of orces had spirited her away and probably ready to eat her soon.
+ Beggar Elf +
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The banished Elf wanted nothing more than to go home. Her brother had told her the story of how they came to being banished after her father had threatened to burn down the kingdom and spe words of witchcraft and dragons, even burning down part of their home. She wanted to go home and be with her people, despite the stories she heard and what her brother had told her Dany had to see the Elven King and beg for her return, beg for forgiveness of what her father didn many years ago. She slipped away from her brothers watchful eye while he was asleep, taking a horse and left in the night, a few days of traveling she would be at the door of the Elven King, ready to beg for forgiveness.
That was exactly what she was going to do today.
[continued]
He watches as his father searches his face, looking for something, anything to be a hint as to who he was. As if his hair and eyes and body language weren't enough, but how is he to know that?
His heart shatters in the single syllable of an answer.
This is what he was afraid of and he lowers his head, trying to compose himself. It takes him a long moment before he can look up again.
"I understand. I am Legolas, your son."
