#post quest

[starrysketcher]

They’re going on an adventure

Bonus fluff…

[ellienamored]

post quest of the evening. im SO desperate. blease help me find a post that starts out as a guide to "picking up trans women" in reference to that one infamous article but gradually and insidiously turns out to be a step by step guide to introjecting them instead

[rainintheevening]

fandom: lord of the rings

word: feast

When Sam found him sitting in the half dark, only a little fire still smoldering in the hearth, it was as if a candle had been set on the table and a mug of hot tea had been put in his hand, though Sam carried neither, and Frodo had to smile as a hand rested gentle on his shoulder.

"Come now, Mister Frodo," Sam said, coaxing. "Rosie's got a feast laid on, and little Elanor has been asking after you."

It took an effort for Frodo to push himself up from his chair, but there were good smells clinging to Sam's shirt, and Frodo was still a hobbit, no matter what may have happened over the years. "Certainly, Sam, lead the way," he said, and was gratified by the way his dear friend smiled, linking his arm through Frodo's to lead him out of the silent, chilly room and into the warm hallways.

[halfelven]

Legolas takes a stone from the shore. It holds memories of a far away land, but they are all lovely, for it has been thrown through the sea until all sharpness was beaten away. It is light in his hand.

‘Are you troubled again?’ Gimli asks. The wind drags fog above the dark waves.

‘I forgot how fast winter comes.’

The first snow flakes speed through the sky, as white as Gimli’s beard.

‘You’ve seen hundreds of winters,’ Gimli says.

‘Still the years get shorter,’ Legolas answers and casts the stone into the sea. For a moment, he regrets it.

[guardianofrivendell]

Tauriel: Do you ever think of two people and go "Why haven't they kissed already?"

Kíli: Every day of the past four decades

Fíli and Tullaina:

Fíli and Tullaina: Why are you staring at us

[starrysketcher]

There are some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold…

[halfelven]

It's gentle the way that the sun sets beneath clouds thin enough to blush with its light. The sea laps against the black sand; the water is cold.

Legolas watches it with his arms crossed as the greyness of the night settles across the sky. He lifts his hand to his forehead and shields his eyes from the dim light of it, like somehow that will let him see over the horizon, all the way to where the veil of the worlds will open up and let him into a world of dreams that pulls at him though he has never seen it. Still he does not see it.

Do the ships lift into the sky when they cross from Middle-earth to the Undying Lands? Is there a sun in the sky in the day, a moon in the sky at night? Are they same that he knows? Are there the same stars?

'You have a lot of questions,' Aragorn says behind him.

'Which will never be answered unless I go,' Legolas answers. 'Is that death to you?'

'I suppose,' Aragorn replies.

Legolas doesn't turn to him. The air grows even colder as the last sliver of the sun disappears behind the waves, though it must be a trick of his mind, or the wind has grown stronger. It tangles his hair over his face. He presses it back.

'What if I'm scared?' he says softly.

'Then you'll be scared. And you'll go anyway. When has fear ever stopped you?'

Maybe this time, Legolas answers, in his mind. But Aragorn's thoughts are distant, and when Legolas turns to him, he shakes his head.

'Not this time, Legolas. You will find the hidden paths. You will find joy.'

Legolas walks up the cool sand. It is damp from the last tide. He stands beside Aragorn until the last of the golden light has faded. The moon is a sliver in the sky. The forest behind Aragorn stands black. The silver light of the moon, the stars, falls on his face.

'I'm sorry,' Aragorn says.

'We should go back,' Legolas says. 'It will rain.'

Aragorn nods. The sky stands clear.