#mf21

[manaa-almarzoqi]

٣ | رمضان 🕊🌙"` ‏‏الحمدلله ؛ من أعظم النعم أن مد في أعمارنا وفسح في آجالنا لندرك هذا الشهر ؛ 💭 فكم غيّب الموت من حبيب وصاحب وقريب ..🍃

[w1tch-w00d]

[manaa-almarzoqi]

‏i𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

اهلاً بـ يوم ميلادي 17Mar

اليوم اتممت عاماً من عمري وبدأت عاماً جديداً ،

اللهم عاماً مختلف واجمل مما مضى

كل عام وانا بخير .. 🤍🙏🏾🍃

[manaa-almarzoqi]

Happy Birthday to Me ❤❤ 17March2018

Manaa.Almarzoqi

[melt-your-headaches]

Idk I’m not gonna be fucking embarrassed that I already have an mf21 tattoo. This place is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. It pulled me out of the horrible, horrible depression I was in for my entire first year of college. I have never been happier anywhere than I am here. And I have no intention of moving out anytime soon. I have no regrets on getting my tattoo this early. I am a motherfucker.

[melt-your-headaches]

God I have a tattoo now I'm so fucking happy. It's literally the perfect first tattoo. It means so much to me.

[imaginelegolas]

I like my lembas soft in the morning Part 21. (i.e. THE REUNUION WITH LEGGY YEEEAH BABY)

(Legolas' POV)

A shrill scream pierced the air, and Legolas froze, his blood turning to ice. It was a woman's scream, high pitched and ear-shattering, but it was not her scream. A part of him was relieved, but the other part of him was desperate to forsake his hiding place and go and help the woman. He had the element of surprise, and was waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

He wished will all his being that somehow, she was not here. Maybe she had got lost on the way; maybe she had changed her mind and turned back. He knew that his hopes were probably in vain. She could be as stubborn as a dwarf when she wanted to be.

The boatman's house was swarming with orcs, they were crawling over rooftops and through the thin streets trying to reach it. Legolas wondered if Oakenshileld was in there, fighting, or if he had already set off on his mission.

The noise of metal clanging on metal rose from the small house, punctuated by grunts and gasps, as well as the occasional scream from that woman.

Suddenly, a different sound reached his sensitive ears. A quiet gasp of pain. A woman's voice. A voice he knew.

At the sound, he leapt forwards, hiding place long forsaken, and sprinted towards the small house, armed with his bow and longsword. Without a second thought, he jumped through the already shattered window of the boatman's house.

Looking around himself, he knew that they were already in trouble. The young, black-haired dwarf, Dili or Vili or Kili or something, Legolas could not remember his name, was lying on a large, makeshift bed. His pale face was as white as the sheets he was resting on. He was obviously ill, very ill.

The entire room had been overturned, chairs were broken and shards of glass from the window littered the floor. The dwarf's brother, (Tili? Fili?) was twisting and turning with more grace than he could ever expect from a dwarf, his moustace-braids flying as he impaled orc after orc with a long, mean-looking dagger.

A grunt from behind him alerted him of an orc, and he spun, knife in hand, and cleanly sliced through the bone and sinew of its worthless neck, leaving the decapitated head to roll onto the floor, the body quickly crumpling down over it.

As he turned once more, he saw two more orcs advancing towards him, he easily side-stepped the first blow, and dug his sword deep into its belly, but didn't spin around in time to kill the other one. Its dagger was aimed directly at the back of his head.

A soft 'thunk' came from behind him, and he whirled around quickly. He started when he noticed the orc so close to him, but was even more surprised when he saw the short, sharp dagger sticking out from the centre of its skull. There was only one person Legolas knew who could throw like that.

"Miss me?" came a familiar voice, as she ran past him, another knife in her hand. She let it go, and it embedded itself directly in the chest of another orc.

He laughed in disbelief, a mixture of joy at seeing her and worry from her being in this fight flooded through his veins. Yes. He had missed her. Immensely.

The piercing scream from before came from his left, and he turned to see a young woman, probably the boatman's daughter, hit a large orc over the head with a saucepan, and then promptly scream again when its limp body crumpled to the floor in front of her. Before he had a chance to help her, the woman by his side had already run over.

YOUR POV

You noticed the girl scream and immediately ran over to help her. She would be dead in minutes if she kept that up.

"Ok, ok," you said calmly, holding her shoulders, "I want you to get your siblings, and I want you to hide, alright?"

She nodded through tear-filled eyes, and grabbed her younger sister and brother, dragging them out of the room.

(YOUR NAME)!" yelled Legolas, and you spun around again, dagger up, just in time to slice the throat of another orc. Hot, thick blood covered your face and chest, but you ignored it. Leaping over the slumped body of the creature, you ran outside, closely followed by Legolas.

Outside of the house it was slightly quieter, and you had time to catch your breath before looking up into his face.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

He winced. He had been expecting that reaction.

"I'm here to help you." He relied simply, then his face turned hard, "GET DOWN!"

You ducked, and saw him thread an arrow, and then loosen it. It flew past your head and into the skull of another orc, running across the bridge towards you, knife raised.

Standing up slowly and panting heavily, you looked up into his eyes.

"You saved my life..." you muttered.

"Just repaying the favour."

You smiled at that, and grabbed another knife from off your belt, testing the weight of it in your hand.

"Where's ginger?" you asked him, absent-mindedly twiddling the weapon in your fingers.

He smirked at your choice of wording.

"She has gone to help your dwarf-friend." He responded, "The black-haired archer."

"Kili," you whispered, and Legolas nodded.

"I knew it was something that rhymed with that..."

You smiled again.

"I had the same problem the first time I met those dwarves," you admitted, "I spent three weeks calling Bifur 'Sniffer' and Bombur 'Bottom'..."

An unexpected guffaw of laughter came from the elf, and you jumped in surprise. You had seen him laugh before, but never this heartfelt. There were even small tears forming in the creases of his eyes, as he roared, his whole body shaking with it.

He placed a warm hand on your shoulder to steady himself, and looked down into your eyes, his blue ones glistening with joy.

"I've missed this..."