The Fellowship of the Ring was formed as a brotherhood among members of the various Free Peoples of Middle-earth…
(GIVEAWAY AWARD: 221b-at-your-service)
The Fellowship of the Ring was formed as a brotherhood among members of the various Free Peoples of Middle-earth…
(GIVEAWAY AWARD: 221b-at-your-service)
Kira Izuru (Bleach)
So, yeah, i reached over 100 of you lovelies a little while back, and I’m currently on holiday so wifi’s a little iffy - but I always have my laptop with me on journeys in the car. Give-away time, then!! Thank-you for following - this fandom’s been so welcoming it’s ridiculous. You’re all utterly FANTASTIC.
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E X A M P L E S ;
Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body (via watchoutforintellect)
[ legolas. ]
Younger than him though she might be, still it seems Tauriel is WISER than her years - a mind forced to grow accustomed to the cruelties of the world far too soon. It scolds his soul to think of what she has seen, what she has SURVIVED - and so, even as light feet carry him swiftly through the halls (errands must still be run, after all), he smiles at her, and slows his pace just enough for her shorter legs to catch him.
When she speaks, he cannot help but quirk a brow - he understands, of course. This is not something out of the ordinary; he himself was only a young one when first a bow rested against his palm. Yet still, this is something he cannot speak of with honest CERTAINTY.
‘ I see - have you spoken with my father about such an idea? ’
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her frantic steps meet a smooth end, heels s k i d d i n g on stone. she studies the jagged structure above them before fixating a rather inquisitive gaze on the prince, gauging and hoping for a response that she can work her way around-- the days within the closed realm grow long without duty, and lord thranduil has been ever too generous with his provisions that lack the peril she seeks. with little ( or nothing ) to lose, the young maiden finds the idea of unforeseen adventure t h r i l l i n g .
with lithe fingers weaving wrinkles into her tunic, tauriel sways uneasily, shifting her weight on one foot to another. she considers herself stumped-- never did she have the courage to approach the mirkwood king himself, though he has been the one promising her a r e d e m p t i o n from harsh losses. what now?
“ ---- no, in fear of him viewing me with an unfavorable eye. i do not want to be deemed reckless. “
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[ stone. ]
sillivren
“ You seem wise enough to know that you should never side against me, or only destruction will follow. You are aware of that, are you not?”
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“ you promise imminent ruin to those who find error in your ways. i hardly find reverence in such u n k i n d words... “
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cRIES ABT TAU'S W AR FACe. WHY
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/ sees ur war face. pulls u in real close. whispers. FUCK YOU.
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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au
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[ + burzxm ]
she has seen her share of oddities in her field of work, druggies and gang affiliates clashing head on with the law before she can even intervene, but this sight lying before her, this one is a first. the woman -- at least, what’s left of her -- is slumped against the wall,
w a v e s of scarlet dribbling out of her slit neck, and all eloise can do is... watch.
shrill screams fill the air as the pub clears out, panic a r i s i n g on a night when people are supposed to be celebrating. still, she remains until the alley is cleared out, until she believes she’s alone so that her investigation will not be w i t n e s s e d --- but she’s not. she turns to the unwanted company with a ( slightly ) bewildered smile.
“ i’m--supposed to be freaking out, right? this kind of stuff doesn’t happen often. “
( it does. )
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