#urzudel

[marchwarded]

@urzudel | FILI

❛ I CANNOT SAY I have met a dwarf with blond hair before. Do not mistake my words for COMPLIMENT. It is merely an idle observation. ❜

[darachsciath]

@urzudel asked for a starter.

       BEFORE THEM LAID THE EMPTY fields and further away laid Dale, and beyond that, the Lake. Every Dwarf had heard of them before, and some had seen it with their own eyes. Now, Thorin had been able to show Fíli as they stood on the stone ramparts together. Thorin held his cane at hand, its head decorated with a finely crafted, golden raven. It hid in the king’s fist as he stood there. He knew that he would never completely heal from the wounds the Battle had left him, nor would Fíli -- nor would Kíli, though he may not need to worry about such now. Had Kíli still been with them, Thorin would have wanted for him to stand by his other side on this night. He would have to do with the comfort that he was still not entirely alone, yet a little more alone than he had hoped.

        “I promised your mother I would return both sons to her. I have not failed my people, though I have failed my closest kin.”

[draculyr-a]

@urzudel​  plotted starter.  /   THE MORVUL KING.

 gray   stone   had   closed   him   in,   shouting   and   drumming   and   pacing   and   wings   flapping   to   keep   open   distance   between   he   and   his   attackers.   o’   what   joyous   fun   it   was   to   haunt   and   to   hinder,   claws   scrabbling   along   the   great,   stone   archways   to   leave   thin   scars   in   rock   and   earth.   

         HEARKEN   TO   THE   BEAST’S   CRY   !   FOR   IT   IS   AS   A   MAN’S   !

 it   was   an   arrow   that   had   finally   pierced   his   spine,   downing   him   over   a   hundred   feet   below.   bones   cracked   and   flesh   splintered,    clawed   hands   morphing   to   reach   &   fling   the   broken   shaft   from   him   with   violence.    snout   and    swine   nostrils   transformed   and   shifted,    giving   way    to    gaunt   cheekbones   and   terrible   ice   blue   eyes.   unchanging   were   his   protruding   teeth,   which   were   white   as   snow   and   bloodied   from   the   taste   of    his   own   wounded   tongue.   

  flung   again   from   him   are   spearheads   and   axes   made   to   carve   his   flesh,    fresh   blood   spilling   out    onto   the   grand    floor    until    it   became   as   a   black   stain   beneath   him,   smoldering   like   embers   until   it     too    would   disappear.     still   those   fangs   glimmer,   mouth   agape   with   an   UNGODLY   HISS.   he   protects   his   heart   with   his   hands,   towering   over   even   the   tallest   of   the   mountain   hall’s   warriors   with   grace   and   ease.    and   it   isn’t   until   they   retreat   for   reinforcements   that   this   Morvul   bends   at   the   torso,   hands   moving   to   press   to   a   spot   against   his   abdomen            silver...   something   had   been   made   from   silver....   

                     o,   but   one   dwarf   remains.    one   brave   enough   to   stay   while   the   others   shall   flee.    he   can   smell   within   him   the   blood   of   kings.    the   blood   of   a   warrior.     dracula    makes   no    move   to   kill   the   lingering    gazad,    hands    pressed   against    the   wound   that   leaks   liquid   silver   !    and   he   deigned   to   speak   to   him   the   common   tongue:       “   will   you    not    run   in   fear,   vok    fraukanak   ?   ”

[rotruled]

@urzudel  /   the  crystal  calls !

there  is  nothing  the  skeksis  lord  can't  bend  beneath  his  rule,  nothing  they  can't  break  like  a  dying  old  branch,  and  most  importantly;  there  is  nothing  lurking  outside  of  the  world-swallowing  shadow  skekSo  casts,  nothing  beyond  his  reign.  

or  at  least  he  had  thought  so.

a  warped  carriage  opens  without  a  door  ━  more  like  the  wall  itself  is  blooming  ━  and  as  it's  lone  occupant  leans  through  with  ringed  talons  lightly  gripping  the  rim,  laughter  too  rich  for  something  so  old  fills  the  air.  

"  not  like  any  gelfling  i've  ever  seen.  "  at  first  glance,  he  might've  thought  the  creature  before  him  was  an  overgrown  drenchen,  but  no,  even  that's  too  tall  for  gelfling,  their  faces  never  so  hard  either,  (  oh  but  it's  just  as  hideous  to  look  at.  )

[secondscn]

                     he leans towards his brother, voice low to avoid being overheard.   “  surely they will not notice if we are gone a short while...  ”    this particular trek has brought its share of tedium. playing escort to travelling merchants has grown less appealing as years pass, the usual routes growing ever more familiar. but at last, tonight, there has been a sign of something more promising -- an unexpected detour has brought them near a stretch of dark, thick woods, as yet tantalizingly unfamiliar. he has been itiching to explore a little since it first appeared on the horizon. and with most of the party now resting...    “  come!  ”    he says, a hint of mischief in his eyes to accompany the challenge.    “  do not tell me you’ve grown afraid of the dark, brother...  ”   company or no, he plans to go. he has grown too restless to sit sharing campfire stories much longer...   //  @urzudel liked for a starter!

[elenhest]

@urzudel:  ❝ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❞

     “Then what has brought you back, Master Dwarf?” Tauriel asks, a small smile on her lips as she replaces her daggers in their sheathes. She is not displeased to see him, but she has to wonder how he’s found himself back in the forest — and within reach of another spider nest, at that. 

     “It is fortunate we found you before you went much further that way. And I doubt another cell will be necessary, provided you’ve a reason to be here. Besides that, the king knows you, now.” 

[secondscn]

@urzudel​ said: ❛ only you could contemplate imminent death and think ‘alright’ ❜

                 he made no reply at first, responding only with a broad grin. he could have predicted exactly -- down to the very word and inflection -- what his brother would say when he heard kíli’s plan. but there was no changing his mind. perhaps it was a touch reckless to venture so far from the tried and true routes trod by their people for so long. still, he would not be swayed. what was the threat of the odd goblin to the pair of them? at last, he lifted one brow at his brother, amused.    “  don’t tell me you’re too afraid to join me?  ”    he shook his head sadly.    “  a shame, brother. i thought you braver than that,  ”    he teased.

[starwandr]

ernil. || fili

a    plea for help    was never an easy task    ;    it meant weakness  .  yet  ,  she found herself at such a low point  .  ❝     ---------    i have nowhere else to go...     ❞    not after everything    ,  not after she had betrayed her king’s trust  .  it was too much to return home and act as if nothing had changed  .  timid gaze lifts from ground to catch the prince before sidelong glance is cast away once more  .   ❝     allow me to offer my    services    .     ❞