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Flee west. That’s what was decided. Flee until the sounds of uruk and olog armies had long been a distant memory on his ears, and until the creeping paranoia settled to peacefulness, and he no longer felt the need to constantly glance over his shoulder for the sign that he was being hunted. Abandoning one’s post meant death, give or take a bit of torture if his commanders were in a poor mood. Or in a good mood. It was difficult to say, sometimes.
That was one thing that had separated Bruce from the other ologs in the ranks; he lacked the ability to derive pleasure from violence. He asked questions. Why are we fighting them? Was that necessary? Why do we have to do this? ‘Questions like that would get you killed’, a higher-up once spat at Bruce. At times, questions like that almost did. Except Bruce was quite massive for an olog, and strong at that; after all, he stood over eleven feet tall. Additionally, his ability for deeper cognition and strategy gave him better rank than the mountain trolls. Invulnerability to sunlight gave him better rank than stone trolls. Hence, Bruce wasn’t killed off for asking ‘stupid questions’, but he had been close.
Oh, so very close.
Sooner or later, questions against violence would turn into actions against violence, and one way or another, Bruce would be faced with the choice to kill someone innocent or be killed for insubordination. So he had to leave. What other choice was there?
At least, there appeared to be very few choices or alternatives, never mind the fact that he couldn’t go back. Not now. Not as he trekked his way through the dismal earthy decay and specks of insects within Mirkwood. It had been far too long for his commanders to not notice his absence. So either they were sending executioners after him, or decided to forget about one defiant olog-hai.
And, oh, did Bruce hope it was the latter!
Still, the paranoia hadn’t quite settled down yet, and every creak and groan of the forest set the olog on edge. Tentatively, Bruce knelt down to a creek, unscrewing the top on his water sack to refill for the journey. Only then did he pick up on a strange scent. It wasn’t uruk, orc, or olog. No, it was much different. But equally as deadly? Bruce warily rose, and a hand reached back for the handle on the spiked mace resting on his back armor plate.
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... Bolg totally approves.
LYRIC STARTER - @warflowering Numbers - Daughters
Eyes are focused on the distant sky, steps that had her on the piece of stone that had her over looking that ever reaching tide. Her index give a slight tap where they interlock at her belly, soon to swell with the babe quickening within her womb. She hadn’t seen her since their last encounter, when anger and pain had laced her tone and sparked her fury. Only now in place of rage she felt a twisting ache- a pit void of that ire she spewed so quickly before. Now there was only the tighten of her throat, and the weary cast of her eye.
“I feel numb in this kingdom.”
#talk dicky to me 👀
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asdaajdsdjasd upon further investigation, i used it in some post about tormund talking bout dicks lmao IT’S INNOCENT LIVE BLOGGING I AM INNOCENT AND PURE
he sits in silence, LOST within his own thoughts as absent gaze stares upon the dancing flames. it is not entirely an unusual sight. the king often finds himself hidden away in the library during the late hours, SEARCHING for some peace or clarity of mind. the book within his hands has not been touched for some time, in fact his surroundings are seemingly forgotten. nights like this are near impossible to bear. he should be asleep. every day is a long one, filled with duties and necessities which demand his attention. but there is far too much weighing on his shoulders, grief, worry, pain...GUILT.
he doesn’t here the doors swing open, is barely aware of the light footsteps of the woman until she CLOSE. knitted brows lift when he realizes who has entered, head turning over his shoulder to glance at tauriel. “ yu laik ait? ” he inquires, CURIOUS as to why she is not in bed either. — @warflowering wanted some feels
