It Is Our Fight

Indie Tauriel account, follows movie canon. Semi-Selective, message with questions.

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

"Most people in this business don’t get along with most people. I’ve learned that very quickly." She replies with a faint, tired laugh. She wasn’t exactly a sociable thing herself, but Amera had learned to at least play nice when it was required. The mafia on the other hand? They were ruthless, brutal in their efficiency and from the research she had dug up on Thranduil, he seemed no exception. "I’m sure he wouldn’t, but he and Durinson need to try and see the bigger picture for once. Do you think there’s any chance he’d even consider it?”

[taurieloftheforest]

She shouldn't have laughed. She knew very well she shouldn't have. But the woman obviously never had an interaction with Thranduil if it was a question she considered worth asking. "I think he'd die before he'd consider it." She paused, flashing a sympathetic smile as she sighed. "I'm not saying it's reasonable, it's not. But he's never been reasonable, it's -- how he's survived. I don't see that changing any time soon, not easily, at least." 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

"Yeah, you look like you actually knowing what the hell you’re doing. It’s a pleasant change." Amera sighs. It’s not exactly a secret, that Durinson’s people are a hot mess, and for that she doesn’t mind admitting the truth. "We’ve all been busy," She replies, voice coming out decidedly icier than she would have wanted and she shifts her weight, trying again. “Listen, your boss and my-, well, he’s not my boss, but the people who give us both orders can’t stand each other. Durinson basically has a mild aneurysm anytime Thranduil’s name is mentioned. I, however, want to see if we can get along.”

[taurieloftheforest]

"Well." Flashing the other woman a smile, she let out a quick laugh that only passed for a quiet breath of air. "I try my best." And she did. It was a mens game, more often than not. She couldn't afford to slack off. Glancing up quickly, she eyed the woman for a moment and furrowed her eyebrows. "He doesn't get along with most people." And that wouldn't change any time soon, she suspected. As difficult as it may have been to understand. Hatchets weren't always easily buried. "--I'm not ... that's not something he would look kindly upon." 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

“You’re one of Thranduil’s, aren’t you?” They look put together, his people, polished. Efficient, professional, everything Durinson’s little band wasn’t. Still, women aren’t exactly all that come in her line of work and for that, she nods with begrudging respect. “Relax, I’m not even carrying.”

[taurieloftheforest]

"Did something specific give me away?" Eyeing the other woman with a quiet sigh, she shrugged after a moment, the tension in her shoulders hardly relaxing at the admission that she wasn't armed. People didn't need to be armed to do damage. Still, she hardly seemed like she'd wandered in to start a fight. "Is there something you need? We've been busy." 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

my squad + iconic quotes 

[darkastered-deactivated20160113]

You think your life is worth more then theirs — when there is no love in it?

[hieraethuil]

#i still see this as thranduil sort of scolding someone who he considered a daughter#he’s saying ‘no i do not want your love to be real’#’because mine was’#’and it destroyed me’#’i do not want you to go through the same grief because i KNOW’#’it will not end well for you and the dwarf’

[boromirs]

"Do not try to be pretty." (x)

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

If Rain Is What You Want: A Mafia Hobbit AU

[taurieloftheforest]

[kingofwoodlands]

          Of course she would ease whatever heavy heart he had,           as she felt it was her duty to do so from guard to king.           But now… She hadn’t been his guard for some time. And           it was clear she was loyal to him, he could no longer ask           her to fight for the wood when she was burdened with child.           It seemed the captain of the wood had… moved on.

With his chest tightening, he stared down at the child in her arms, quickly calmed by her touch when it cried out earlier. He knew nothing of dwarven infants, but for elves, they always had a quick calmness about them. Legolas hardly fussed that much when he was too, so young. Oh— To think of his son at only a few days old… He was surprised that he remembered that at all. His Queen… his wife… his love… Holding him as Tauriel did with her Gilsarion, Thranduil reached to have that feeling once again. That moment he had gone without for centuries. 

                   ”May I?”

[taurieloftheforest]

         "I would not have offered had I               not fully intended for you too..."

Smiling gently for a moment, Tauriel did her best to ease the tension from her shoulders. While she had seen more of the kings harshness than she had his capacity for anything gentle, she knew it to be there. Or believed it to be, in any case. And that the moment, that was more than enough for her to feel comfortable handing Gilsarion over to him. She had discovered  the capacity within herself to be gentle when she thought all else was lost. To set aside her steel in favor of saving what could be deemed fragile. She had faith she was not the only one. 

                       Gazing at him quietly for a moment, she took a breath                        to spur herself forward, shifting to gently place the                        infant in the Kings much larger hands. And while she                        had every confidence he would be careful with the                        smaller being -- she would readily admit her nerves                        were not easily soothed. She had yet to gain her own                        confidence, carrying her son instead of a sword. She                        hardly knew how to be calm when anyone else held                        him. Despite how practiced they may, or may not, have                        been. 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

Amera’s smile fades as she sees Tauriel’s anxiety. She would never state such, of course, not out loud or at least to any but Kili. Amera supposes it must be the way of the elves, to keep so much of their thoughts, hopes and fears to themselves, a far cry from the bulk of the dwarves who were more than willing to loudly voice whatever it was they happened to be thinking at the time. “A difficult thing, but not an impossible thing.”

"Tauriel-," She reaches to give the elf’s slim hand a gentle squeeze, "Give them time. We are young and for that we are loathe to carry the prejudices our parents and our folk would. They-, …if there is any who can, and will, sway their minds, tis’ you. You needn’t worry of that." 

[taurieloftheforest]

"Tis time I find myself frequently worried over." She had all the time she needed, enough in fact, to last her as many generations of dwarves as there might come to be. What concerned her was less that they would come around, and more that by the time they did, Kili would have long since left her side. She knew his time was nothing so short, but when she considered it next to her own immortality, it seemed to be only a blink. Still. Perhaps such things were better left to worry over another time. She could face the days ahead of her with a lifted chin, even if it took all her strength. 

Squeezing Amera's hand back in earnest, a faltering smile once again took it's place across her face. "Tis a comfort to have a few friendly faces among the crowd." She smirked, her face easily lighting once more. As hard as the days may be, she knew there was never a need to feel alone. 

[kingofwoodlands]

         ”Then it is my own doing for making you think this way…”          He was cold, distant, but he was not uncaring. At lest to          his own. To his people, he thought of most, and how to           protect them from the darkness that surrounded them out           of the forest. Some things forced his hand to be this way,          but he now understood what affect it would have on those          he cared for most dearly.

                    Of all things, he did want to know. At least what the light                     would feel like once again. The light of life. “Ease your                     mind of weary thoughts that might have once plagued you.                     I wish to be…” He pauses, searching for the word. “Gladdened                     for you.” Even if it would take him time to truly understand                     the full meaning of the word again. Reaching to close the                     distance with his hand, Thranduil brushes a few strands of                     hair from the baby’s head, leaning his head to the side, a                     saddened face falling over him.

[taurieloftheforest]

         "Twas not your responsibility to make me any way other than           the way I chose to be." She paused, taking a breath to clear           her senses. He was not her father. She was merely his charge,           and while she may have looked to him for guidance many times,           he was by no means obligated to give it. And she knew better            than to expect it, though she may have nevertheless. 

                         Tilting her head to watch him quietly, she found her                           shoulders tensing as he reached out. She had no                           doubt he would be gentle, he had been nothing but                          gentle with her as a child, though she may not have                          understood it at the time. She still didn't, she supposed,                          nor would she try to. He seemed lonely. A fact she                          would be remiss to point out. She doubted she needed                          to hear the words from her. And while she would have                          done what she could to ease his burden, she knew it                          was hardly her place. Still -- "You can hold him. If you                          would like. He is -- ....He is very calm, I am more than                          thankful for that fact." 

[kingofwoodlands]

         Maybe his question warranted the sarcasm,          he could’t find a proper retort that made him          sound any better, a smile tugging at the          corners of his lips. She certainly gained all the          more confidences being around the dwarven          halls.

"Of stone and stars," he spoke out loud, thinking over the name. It was proper, at least, better than anything too noble or proud. Thranduil approved of what it was, thinking it wasn’t anything above what he should be. Unfortunately, the king still would have his biases, if not for the rest of his time in Middle Earth.

                       His smile faded, however, hearing of how it was                        something so recent and he was in the dark about                        it the entire time. “Would you have not told me if I                        had never come here in the first place?” Somehow,                        the eleven king was hurt by this. Even if the child                        was too of dwarven lineage… Thranduil would have                        liked to had word from Tauriel some time ago about                        this. Where they truly so estranged from one other now? 

[taurieloftheforest]

          For a moment, she knew not how to answer, hushing           her child as best she could until his crying was quieted           to mere fussing. She was eased, at least, by how easy           a child he was to calm. She would never have picked           herself as a parent. She was more suited to battle and           steel. Not to the raising of an infant. But it came second           nature, she found. Nurturing. Protecting was something           she found easy, it seemed, no matter what form it was in. 

                         Still, his next question caused her confidence to fade.                          She could hardly deny she had purposefully left him in                          the dark. Though it had hardly been malicious. "--I did.."                          She felt silent, clearing her throat. "I did not think you                          would wish to know." She paused, her gaze flickering                           from Thranduil and back to her child. 

          "I must admit, I was --                   concerned about what you would think." 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

"It’s impossibly large, isn’t it?" She sighs, gesturing loosely around her, though there’s no small amount of admiration to her words. "My own kin built their cities long ago, but our streets were meticulous, built in layers and circles. I fear I cannot navigate so much as the upper halls of Erebor nor can I determine rhyme or reason to their patterns." 

Amera’s grin softens then, growing sympathetic. “They’re a tough old bunch, the dwarves, as unflinching and unlike to change as the stone they care so much for, but in time they will see otherwise, Tauriel.” She gives a small nod. “Kili will help them see.” 

[taurieloftheforest]

"Aye. But I have no doubt your skills in direction are as sharp as your skills in anything else." Winking quickly, Tauriel smiled a moment, caught as she took a breath and found herself watching the other woman. Truely, she supposed, if she could not navigate the halls of Erebor, there was no hope for any of them. Or at least not for the elf. Still, she laughed, her face scrunching slightly as she smiled. 

"Tis a difficult thing for many, to change their ways. My kin would surely have difficulties of their own..." She paused, her smile fading after a moment as she looked at her hands. Kili was doing his best, it was true. As was she. Things would come with time, she was sure. And she, fortunately, had nothing but time. 

[kingofwoodlands]

          Stepping forward to examine the baby in her arms,           Thranduil looked him over, astonished. He saw the           product of elf an man only a few year prior, but to           think, elf and dwarf was nothing he would’ve seen           possible.  He wasn’t… completely hideous, for having           dwarven blood, but Thranduil couldn’t help but nearly           get within inches of it’s face to keep staring at it, like           a cat scoping out a foreign creature.

And somehow, as odd as it was, Thranduil was taken. Even against his wants to resist any kind of affection, he oddity as the babe was, Thranduil couldn’t stop staring, admiring. Perhaps it was that if was of Tauriel’s that he couldn’t deny himself the way he felt. She was not his daughter but… He felt somehow connected.

                               ”Has he a name?”

[taurieloftheforest]

           "Are there any who traditionally would                   refrain from naming their child?" 

Glancing at him with a raised eyebrow, she let her tension ease into a smile, as slight as it may have been as she  refocused her efforts on quieting her child. "We call him Gilsarion." She paused, her gaze flickering back towards the Elven king after an extended moment of silence. He seemed perplexed, but his gaze did not seem to be one of anger, which she supposed, in the end, was all she could have hoped for. 

                          "You have prudent timing,                                he's only just a few nights old."

       It perplexed her even still, how small he truly was, she        supposed, in the end, she would eventually adjust -- but        she could not help but wonder what height the child would        some day reach. If it would match her own, or meet some-        where between her and Kili's. 

[daughterofforgottenkings-blog]

"I fear I should never grow used to it," She admits with a nervous laugh, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. It was a confession she’d relay to few, not even Fili. At times Amera found herself aching to feel the fresh air upon her face and for the blue sky above her, but that longing was quelled by the recognition of all that she loved within the Mountain, "A bit longer than I’d care to admit, truthfully, and long enough that Fili’d have a good laugh if he were to hear, so I’d ask you not tell him." A quick wink. "How are you settling in, Tauriel? Tis’ a terribly strange place, at first, the Mountain."

[taurieloftheforest]

"Aye, as do I...." Tilting her head a moment, Tauriel considered the stone around them with a quietly held breath. She was used to air. Stars. Stone halls of her own, but certainly not ones that felt so entirely closed off as the ones in the mountain. But -- at the very least, she had a kindred spirit in Amera. Someone who, at the end of the day, understood her plight easily. "You need to fear I'll tell Fili, though. You have my most sincere word. Truthfully, I've gotten more than lost enough myself on many occasions." It was a surprise, even now, that her feet had found their own way back to her quarters. "But I am settling, nevertheless." She laughed again, wrinkling her nose as she looked to Amera. "Kili helps, when he can. Though I think many of his kin are weary of me still." 

[kingofwoodlands]

         And all of a sudden, commotion. In their quiet conversation,          Thranduil looked at her in bewilderment, then followed ever          so curiously to the sounds of the cries of a babe. Surely, it          could not be hers. There was growing life in the mountain, it          would not be surprising if there were infants sprouting here          and there from the joining of dwarven nations, but why would          that be a concern of hers—

Upon entering the room, refusing to let Tauriel go of his interest,  his eyes widened to see the being before him. It was no doubt it  was a child of hers, the bone structure was nothing of dwarfish like, and yet— It was rather odd for an elf. The ears were rather large and… The amount of hair for it’s age… So young and with a full head!

                “Is it…” He doesn’t finish, simply staring at Tauriel and waiting                  for her to finish his thoughts for him.

[taurieloftheforest]

                   "Is it what--"

She'd sighed uneasily when he'd followed her, shoulders tensing as he showed no sign of slowing. And even as she reached to pull her child into her arms, she felt his gaze fall intently upon her. For a moment, she lacked the proper words, unsure of what she wanted to say until her son was nestled properly in her arms, his head resting easily in her palm. It was a shock, even still, how small he truly was. And perhaps it always would be. She felt at ease with a bow in  her hands -- a baby, she felt less so. Because fragile or not, he was hers. And he was far more worth protecting than anything else she had ever touched. 

                                      "He is mine, yes." She paused, hushing                                        the child as best she could as she shifted                                        to glance uneasily at the king next to her                                        yet again, unsure for once how to proceed.                                        She would not stand to be forsaken over a                                        child she saw as nothing less than a gift,                                        but the choice, in the end, was his own.