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[durinstar]

❧ ofanotherwxrld

         "Elves pointing arrows at my head? Unheard of!"

Gimli continued to grumble into his beard, his head turned to the side as much as his helmet allowed to glance at the she-elf behind him. His hand was hovering above the handle of his axe where it had too slow earlier, awaiting an opportune moment to perhaps move again.

Yet, the sharp point of an arrow did not seem to give much room for error.

[bxfur-blog]

He’d heard tales (or at the least vaguely recalled some muddled conversations when aptly inebriated) about elves dying from broken hearts, but for the life of him Bofur had never thought he’d live to give the concept any thought, much less concern. It was the sort of airy talk one mentioned in regards to musty old poetry or sagas spoken by lofty storytellers, not something applied to the harsh consequences of warfare. It wasn’t as though he were blind: being both left behind in Lake Town and less connected to the quest than most due to bloodlines had afforded the dwarf with quite a level of clarity regarding Kili and Tauriel; not that any of it mattered much now but it weighed on the miner’s conscience that there was yet another unhappy ending yet to come. He was determined to catch the elf before she fled the are altogether and could come to harm. Later, painful, events disregarded, she had saved his companion’s life: the least he could do was honour Kili’s memory by doing what he could to help. She was alone - of course she was - but at the very least it made her approachable. Twice he made certain to scuff his boots and alert the other to his presence on the offchance grief had dulled other senses and cause her to startle. He drew up beside the taller woman and remained silent for a few moments more. “Alright, lass?” he asked softly when the quiet proved too uncomfortable. What sort’ve question’s that? of course she isn’t.

[theelvenprince]

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      Tauriel, do you wish to        join me for a walk?

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                    Despite the help of the elves, Thorin's long lived prejudice had not entirely dissipated. While he no longer felt the need to curse each under his breath in their secretive mother tongue he was also very wary of any that drew close to his family, his inner circle. A life lived in mistrust of elves was not made up in one final stand. Though he held no particular ill will toward Tauriel, he needed to be blunt with her. It was the only way to be certain. He was a dwarf, he did not dance around any subject.  "What intentions have you with my nephew? I will not stand idly by as he fawns over a she-elf where there is no hope, I have noted his affection for you." 

[wolfoferebor]

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"Give that back it isn't finished yet," the dwarf said with a laugh as he moved to grab the piece of wood he had been whittling. It was a project he had been slowly working on as he recovered from the injury he had gotten during the battle. Most of the time Kíli worked on it when he had nothing else to do and was alone or when he was keeping Fíli while his brother slept. 

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