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High is her head, usually bare shoulders draped in thick furs. Goosebumps raise over her arms, even within the High Queen’s halls, lit by burning torches, considerably warmer than the snowy landscape outside.
Liore is not used to stones surrounding her, be it the wild hills of Skyrim or the safe walls of Dis’ castle, and it only adds to her discomfort. Armed guards are her escort, her weapons confiscated for ‘sharpening’, she knows she has very little to protect her, should the Queen seek revenge.
“Bold of you to keep your knives so close, while I’m stripped of my arms.” Muses the barbarian. “I had been told we would speak on an even kilter, queen to queen. I was unaware that I am a prisoner.”
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;; BLOG REVAMP NOTICE!! ;;
For several reasons, I’m changing this blog up a good bit. She will no longer be Dis of Durin’s line. She will be a Skyrim OC, though she will still have a Tolkien verse. Pretty much everything will be the same about her (fc, person- ality,status) but I need some time to figure out the changes that are going to occur. I still haven’t thought of a new name for her, or completely planned out my verses.
Again, I WILL still be roleplaying in the Tolkien fandom, but I will no longer be writing her as Dis. She will no longer be a Durin. She will soon have a new name, and I will soon write
Please read about her NEW default verse here!!
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P S A
;; BLOG REVAMP NOTICE!! ;;
For several reasons, I’m changing this blog up a good bit. She will no longer be Dis of Durin’s line. She will be a Skyrim OC, though she will still have a Tolkien verse. Pretty much everything will be the same about her (fc, person- ality,status) but I need some time to figure out the changes that are going to occur. I still haven’t thought of a new name for her, or completely planned out my verses.
Again, I WILL still be roleplaying in the Tolkien fandom, but I will no longer be writing her as Dis. She will no longer be a Durin. She will soon have a new name, and I will soon write
Please read about her NEW default verse here!!
gcldenblood-blog reblogged
P S A
;; BLOG REVAMP NOTICE!! ;;
For several reasons, I’m changing this blog up a good bit. She will no longer be Dis of Durin’s line. She will be a Skyrim OC, though she will still have a Tolkien verse. Pretty much everything will be the same about her (fc, person- ality,status) but I need some time to figure out the changes that are going to occur. I still haven’t thought of a new name for her, or completely planned out my verses.
Again, I WILL still be roleplaying in the Tolkien fandom, but I will no longer be writing her as Dis. She will no longer be a Durin. She will soon have a new name, and I will soon write
Please read about her NEW default verse here!!
KHXZDUL >> GCLDENBLOOD.
P S A
;; BLOG REVAMP NOTICE!! ;;
For several reasons, I’m changing this blog up a good bit. She will no longer be Dis of Durin’s line. She will be a Skyrim OC, though she will still have a Tolkien verse. Pretty much everything will be the same about her (fc, person- ality,status) but I need some time to figure out the changes that are going to occur. I still haven’t thought of a new name for her, or completely planned out my verses.
Again, I WILL still be roleplaying in the Tolkien fandom, but I will no longer be writing her as Dis. She will no longer be a Durin. She will soon have a new name, and I will soon write
Please read about her NEW default verse here!!
His mouth propped open then for a moment as she spoke of what was going on involved her children. “ May I ask how this involves your kids? You know him a lot more than I but…Thorin does not seem like a threat in anyway. Nor do I see him doing anything really in that nature. “ He admitted. Though as the other spoke of him getting clothes on, he could not help but let out a laugh, now standing to grab his clothes. “ You would be surprised how many married people come in here but you don’t seem the type to come here and all that. “ Keeping his head down, the man moved towards his bag where his normal clothes were stored. “ Wait–I’m leaving? “ It was then he had stopped where he was, turning and looking at the women. “ I can’t leave. I know you will pay for the time but can we not do this when I get off of work. “
“You don’t know him like I do.” Dis replies. Her tone is blunt now. She doesn’t owe a stripper anything. Not an explanation, not why she’s so scared of ever seeing him again, not why her fingers shake at the very mention of his return.
“They’re my sons, not yours. I know whats best for them, I know who they should stay away from. I’m their mother, my job is to protect them from dangers. He’s dangerous, whether you know it or not, whether you agree with me or not.”
A frustrated sigh, her hand moving through dark hair. “It’s not what he’ll do. He’s loyal -- To some people. I don’t think he’d harm them, on purpose. He’s angered a lot of people, and I will not allow my sons to become some thieving bastard’s bargaining chips, understand ??”
“I’m not asking you for a lot, Sir. I’m asking you for what locations he frequents, what car he drives. Because all I have is his name, and the phone number he’s been using to call my son. . . It’s connected to a computer, through an anony- mous proxy, impossible to track. I’ll give you whatever you want for what little information I’m asking for. I’m talking millions. Anything you want. I’m a very wealthy woman, Thranduil, and I have little attachment to it. Just cooperate.”
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“I am sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine the pain I’d feel, if something like that would happen to the son of mine. Please, take whatever it is you need and go, I shall not let them keep you in prison, when your sons’ funeral is on hold.” Luckily for the Dwarrowdam, the Elvenqueen was of kind and gentle heart, even for dwarves, unlike her husband, who still held a grudge for them after stealing the necklace that was made for her.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t bitter, the Elvenqueen leaving Dis’ bait for a heated argument untouched. Her once so vibrant eyes have fallen dull, filled with only distaste and sorrow. For a Dwarf with a near century left of life, she’s tired of it. Tired of her status and the oppression it brings. How she must swallow her rage and tears, save them for herself. Princesses, mothers of kings, they should not be so reckless or vengeful. They should be a beacon of hope for their people, a light that never dims, a smile that is never forced nor pained. And she hates it. She wants an excuse to raise her voice and bare her fangs, give the world exactly what it’s given her.
But she doesn’t. She sighs through her nose, unclenches her fist, forcing her furrowed brow to relax. “Thank you, my Lady.” She speaks, hands folding neatly behind her back, decorated wrists clinking as they collide. “Your gems will be returned to you, as well as -- compensation for your army’s loss. Do you wish for anything else?? I will have whatever you ask for arranged. For your generosity.”
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“ Everythin’ okay up there ? ”
He calls, making no attempt to hide his shit- eating grin as he ascends the ladder two rungs at a time, despite its groaning protests. He shoots the Agent a cheery little smile as he swings himself up onto the platform, clicker in hand as he double checks the contents of the feeding bucket dangling from the railings in front of them.
“ We can get a closer look at them later, in restraints, but I figured you’d wann'a get a look at what they can do firsthand … ”
He doesn’t want to brag, but he reckons his girls have a decent chance of replacing that terrified expression on her face with something a little more akin to awe.
“I’m not about to tempt fate by putting my hand anywhere near one of your girls, restrained or not. Computer systems, security programs -- They aren’t as reliable as you’d like to think. I should know, not that I’d go peeking into your park’s files or anything like that. . .”
Still, she dares to peer down at the pack of sisters -- Squawking amongst them
selves, occasionally peeking up at their keeper alpha. She recalls hearing
about the first park’s incident, how C.H.E.R.U.B kept it’s interest, how Elrond’s
interest only grew with time. . .
“Anyway. Who’s who?” Dis asks, rocking on her heels in an attempt to seem somewhat calmer than she is. “Got a favourite? That green one seems a bit clumsy.”
As soon as the name was spoke and placed the photo on the table, he knew who exactly she was talking about. “ Ah- you mean Prince Charming ? “ A grin could not be held back as he spoke, the name given to Thorin himself for he was always so kind to him, even if he was a dirty stripper, the man did not treat him like one majority of the time. It was slightly odd hearing all this information of what he’s been doing the last so many years. It felt wrong even but he could only nod and continue to listen to the women speak. Though he disagreed with her about him being dangerous, he only remained silent. Thranduil only knew him from when he would visit and from the times they spent in his room, giving him private shows and occasionally going to a hotel room but nothing more than that. Pushing the photo away, he looked up at her, shaking his head. “ The only thing I know about his life from the times we spent together is the fact he has money and his kinks. “ He let out with a gentle smile. “ I can give you the names of places we stayed but each time it was different. “ He commented. “ Though each name will cost you. “
“This concerns my children, money is no obstacle for me.” Not that it usually is anyway. Being an agent for almost her entire life, as well as running her own antique weaponry dealership, lead to great wealth -- that meant very little to her, and she’d give up in an instant, should she have to.
“What would be nice, --” She clears her throat, making an effort to keep her eyes on his, and not -- elsewhere. . . “-- Would be if you could put some clothes on. I’d much rather talk elsewhere. And , as a married woman, I’d much rather avoid the --- awkwardness of bringing home a half-naked stripper. If you don’t mind.”
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He doesn’t fight his grin at that, picturing her face when he tells her they'll actually be observing from the rickety metal platform about twenty feet above their heads. He figures it’ll look a little something like Mufasa’s before Scar pushed him to his doom …
“ I’ll take your word on that. ”
And he doesn’t doubt that she will. He shoots her a smirk over his shoulder as he gestures to the ladder connecting them to their destination.
“ Ladies first … ”
After that grin, she won’t give him the satisfaction of the whimper she really wants to let out, but she keeps quiet, giving Owen her best shit-eating smile. “No problem at all, Mr Grady.” She’s taken on bigger things -- but not in such a tight skirt and such ridiculously high heels. . .
She grips the ladder’s steps, grimacing a little at the mud caked against the metal. “Should have brought bloody gloves...”Dis mutters, making an effort to keep her eyes unfocused as she climbs, blocking out the noise of the creaking bars as much as she possibly can. Her nerves don’t vanish upon reaching the platform, hands gripping the rails for dear life.
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He had done his first set of the night, which left him with another four to five more hours to go. Though now he had a half an hour break to set up his next set and to have something small to eat. Which for Thranduil was a simple candy bar and some fruit. Though it was almost time for him to go back on stage, liking to get back to work as soon as he could. With the food finished, he sat at the ‘make-up’ table, in only a pair of extremely tight and short bottoms, as he fixed himself up. Though he froze up when his door had opened. Turning around, a women allowed herself in, apologizing as she stepped in. She was someone he never seen before and wondered why she was in his room. Before he could speak, she spoke about finding someone. Thranduil only frowned a little, putting the small brush down as he listened. “ I don’t usually give information out. If I have it of course. “ If it was usual, the only thing he really got was a name and maybe a few details of their work. “ Who are you looking for first of all and tell me why I should even help you find them. “
“His name is Thorin Oakenshield, real name Thorin Durin. My name is Dis Durin, he’s my eldest brother.” Dis produces a printed picture of her brother from her pocket, settling it down on the performer’s table. “He’s spent the last twenty years bouncing information from the C.I.A, MI5, and whoever pays him enough. Kills for whoever pays him enough, then stabs them in the back the first chance he’s given. He’s dangerous”
Family details aren’t important. How he abandoned her, left her defenceless to Thrain’s rage -- That’s not important. What is important is how he’s found a way to contact her sons. Dis, although she loathes her brothers, would not care if they’d found her contact information. She knows well that if he wants to find it, he will.
But her sons have no such training. They are not agents, they cannot defend them- selves, they do not understand the severity of Thorin’s violent behaviour, and they cannot make the decision to be in contact with their uncle -- Because they do not understand what a monster he is.
“Tell me what you know. I’ll protect you from him if he gives you any trouble, I promise you that. I don’t intend on harming Thorin, but I will if he pushes me any further.”
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tínu had never wanted to be king; had ran in the mountain and the forests and pretended he was anything other than prince, than heir - had begged his parents for siblings in the hope of avoiding such weight. heavy is the head and already he can feel it bearing down, hardly warm yet from his own skin. mordor grows bolder. their forces are thinning. and then, of course, there are his people, whom more often than not seem to share the opinion of his grandmother.
whispers of unworthy, of bjarke the bear, elf-whelp and half-blood. alone in the halls with just dís, the great hall feels cold and ruined - well, almost. careful fingertips nudge at the pouch she passes along and it feels like a peace offering; for all their differences, they were family, surely still.
‘ i will – ada had few stories of him, but what he told me, he seemed like an honourable man. thank you. for this. ‘
Her chest tightens. Speaking of her husband -- of Vali -- it hurts. More than any of the wounds she’s suffered. More than the death of her father, grandfather, and brothers combined. Dis had never returned to the way she had once been, she knows that. She carries an overwhelming jealously of everyone who has the privilege of growing old with their soulmate, anyone who isn’t as damaged as she is. It’s a bitterness that she resents, one she wishes she could be without. The weight of a difficult life is heavy upon her shoulders, loneliness and sorrow never truly leaves her. Dis is no longer the woman Vali loved -- She hates that. She hates that he’d hate her now.
“He was younger than you when he died. He hid his sickness well. It was sudden. One day he was playing with wooden swords with Fili, and the next...” Nothing but a rotting corpse in her arms, her nightdress soaked in his blood and vomit, his blue eyes empty and matte. . . She remembers how heavy her limbs felt, sitting around a table with Thorin and Dwalin, trembling hands ripping at her scalp. The emptiness that followed. The cold bed. Turning to kiss him, only to be met with nothing. And the thoughts that death it’s self might be less cold than what her life had become.
But her grandson deserves to know what her sons were never told. She could never speak of him. But now, she’s so withered, that even the very thought of Vali’s company is a comfort. . . “But yes, he just had --The bravest soul. Kind and peaceful, he loved your father and uncle more than life it’s self. I often fear for your mother, you know. How she will become when Kili passes -- and he will. Elves aren’t built to live with such heavy hearts. Take care of her.”
“Sorry” sentence starters.
“I’m so sorry…” “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” “Please tell me you’re sorry… I need to hear you say it.” “I don’t say sorry.” “You’re the one who should be sorry!” “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologise for snapping at you ONCE?” “I didn’t know I was hurting you. I’m sorry.” “Why’d I apologise for finally standing up for myself?” “You should really learn to apologise.” “What’s wrong with you?! How hard is it to show me you’re sorry?! Or aren’t you sorry?” “Sorry.” “I didn’t do it! Why don’t you believe me?!” “I’m sorry too…” “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” “I don’t say sorry to anyone. Definitely not you.” “You have nothing to apologise for.” “Stop saying sorry!” “Did you do this on purpose?!” “Apologise to me! Now!” “I’m not sorry.”