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Just a little post to say I’m fine, I’m still here, work is hell right now, working over 40 old hours, writing is still on hold and I’m back on my blonde bullshit, have a selfie, have a great day, love ya all

Love the color of your hair mama.

Farewell

I know its a shock that I have actually wrote a fic! 

So long story short, I’ve been listing to this song on repeat and this just happened so please enjoy! 

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Word count 771 

“Oh, hush, my dear, it’s been a difficult year And terrors don’t prey on Innocent victims, Trust me, darling, trust me darling It’s been a loveless year, I’m a man of three fears Integrity, faith and Crocodile tears, Trust me, darling, trust me, darling”

The night was dark and cloudy, as rain lashed down from the pitch black sky making a thumping noise as each drop landed on the ground and the trees, the wind swept into the room like a serpent looking for its prey, turning everything it touched cold. 

Shifting in the cot the baby started to let out small whines as the coldness of the room started to disturbed him, making the man in the bed shift himself to remove his own warming blanket as he stood and made his way to the cot, looking down at the shift baby with teary icy blue eyes. 

“So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see, Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams, I wish I could escape I don’t wanna fake it, Wish I could erase it Make your heart believe”

Picking the baby up he reached for a blanket and wrapped the child tightly in it as he stood and slowly rocked side to side making shushing noises to claim the child, as he whipped away his own tears, turning towards the fireplace noticing the flames were almost gone.

Reaching down his slender fingers grabbed onto one of the logs that was left near the fireplace and he placed it inside watching as the flames latched onto it and started to rebuild themselves, as he added another few logs before taking a seat in the rocking chair as he continued to try and calm the now crying child. 

“But I’m a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, Now you know I’m a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you’re free to go (go)”

Rocking back and forth he watched as the child fell into a deep sleep once the room had become warm again, with the roaring hot fire that was now coming from the fireplace.

“Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I’ve been askin’ Oh, I’ve been askin’ for problems, problems, problems, I wage my war, on the world inside, I take my gun to the enemy’s side Oh, I’ve been askin’ for (trust me, darling) Oh, I’ve been askin’ for (trust me, darling) Problems, problems, problems”

Softly speaking to the sleeping child, he rose and placed him back in his cot, and ran a finger gently down his face ”you look just like your mother” he said softly as he pulled the blanket over him and started to rock the cot, using his free hand to wipe the flowing tears coming from his own eyes. 

“So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see, Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams, I wish I could escape I don’t wanna fake it, Wish I could erase it Make your heart believe”

A soft knock on the door made him turn his eyes from the child to the door, using both his hands he wiped his eyes clean and cleared his throat as he bid whoever was at the door they could come in. 

“But I’m a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, Now you know I’m a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you’re free to go”

A young maid entered the room and bowed before clearing her throat to speak “My lord Thranduil, it’s time” she said as he nodded, “Well Princes Legolas be coming?” 

“No, send a maid to look after him here” Thranduil said and waved his hand to the maid, signaling her to leave, as he watched her bow her head and leave the room.

“I can’t breathe, I can’t be, I can’t be what you want me to be, Believe me, this one time, Believe me”

Taking another look at the sleeping child Thranduil took a deep breath in, “Daddy will be back soon little one, he’s just going to say goodbye to Mummy” he said as fresh tears rolled down his face.

“I’m a bad liar, bad liar Now you know Now you know, That I’m a bad liar, bad liar, Now you know, you’re free to go”

Bringing his fingers up to his mouth he placed a kiss on them and then placed his fingers on Legolas’s head seeing the baby smile in his sleep before he turned around and left the room to attend his wife’s funeral.

“Oh Please believe me, Please believe me”

That is so sad :’(

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When all else fails, return yourself to nature 💕

Wonderland *Part 4*

Hey guys sorry it has been a while, I have been under a lot of stress at work and I hit writer’s block.

I know its not a massive update, but I am still struggling a little with writing, but I do hope you enjoy this.

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Slowly lifting your eyes from the flowers in your hand you felt the smile appearing on your face, as you looked upon the shadow of the man walking towards you, your heart fluttered as he slowly approached coming into the light. Hot searing pain rose in your body as you lowered your eyes to the white flowers in your hands notching small red drops on them before seeing the sword exiting your body as your ears heard the screech of an orc behind you, feeling your knees give out as you fell to the ground.

Inhaling a sharp breath you pushed yourself forward as you opened your eyes in terror, while pressing your hands against yourself, before removing your hands and looking at them seeing nothing there taking a few breaths you started to search the room seeing you were still in the bed chamber in Lothlórien you started to claim down, and everything that just happened was just a bad nightmare, searching the dark room you found a pair of blue orbs looking at you with worry in them “Haldir?” You asked in a whisper and watched as the elf rose to his feet and walked to bed gently sitting down on the edge of it, laying one hand on your leg. 

“Were you having a night terror?” Haldir asked full of concern. 

“It felt so real” you muttered out as you lowered your hands bring your legs up to sit in a cross legged position, “I saw my dream when I looked into the water, and I saw my home and other things from my old life.” 

“What was your dream about?” Haldir asked.

“I was in a field with flowers in my hands, then the creatures you call orcs appeared and stabbed me from behind” feeling your eyes starting to sting with the tears, you took a shaky breath before meeting Haldir’s worried eyes “What does it all mean?” you whispered out.

“Only the Lady can give you an answer for your questions, but she is in deep counsel with the Lord, you will have to wait for the answers you seek” Haldir said softly as he rose to his feet and walked over to the small table picking up the jug and glass bring it back to you and pouring water into it, before handing you the glass, “drink and sleep, for you are safe tonight, I am right here” He said as you took the glass and had a few sips before returning it to him and laying back down closing your eyes. 

Watching you fall into a deep sleep, Haldir rose to his feet determined to find Galadriel as he needed his own answers, for he also saw your dream, and in the history of the mirror, only two souls who are entwined throughout the whole of time and space see the same thing. 

*Part 5 coming soon*

I love this from my Mum and Dad so much! And it means so much to me as well, it says “I Love You” in a lot of languages 💕

That is beautiful.

Who ever my secret Santa at work was, I adore the gift so much 😍 it’s gorgeous

I hope you feel better, is there anything we could do?

Loyal Brave True

Here it is! Enjoy!

Based on Christina Aquilera´s song “Loyal Brave True”

Pairing: Thorin x daughter!reader, Thorin x OC/queen

Warning: little self-doubt, nothing too bad

A/N: Please reblog if you like it.

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Translation:

Amralizu, adad = I love you, father

Amralizi, nathithuh zê. = I love you, daughter 

Thorin rested his head into his hands with a groan. He always knew this peaceful era wasn´t going to last forever but he had wished no one would have to go to war in his reign. But the reality was staring at him in a form of written declaration from one of the seven clans who weren´t happy Thorin Oakenshield sat on the throne with a queen who was a human. What made things even worse in their eyes Thorin and Queen Milena had a daughter, a half-breed, who didn´t even look like a dwarf.

This particular clan who valued traditions above all others had been furious when Thorin had announced who was going to be his queen and mother of his future children.

A woman who helped him and his company regain Erebor back to dwarves.

A human who became Thorin´s consort while dwarves rebuilt Erebor.

That was something the elders couldn´t stomach and they gave Thorin an ultimatum. Either Thorin would cast the woman out of the dwarven kingdom and take a dwarrowdam from a noble family as his queen, or he would risk a possibility to war.

Milena had been devastated but accepted it. She told Thorin he shouldn´t go against the seven clans and risk war just because she sat on the throne with him. Thorin silenced her quickly stating she was his One and no one, not even one of the seven clans would tell the king who he should choose to live his life with.

If it was a war they wanted, Thorin would gladly give it to them. Not a single dwarf should be forced to choose between a kingdom and their One and Thorin was outraged the elders would dare do that to him. To cast out his One who was pregnant to his child wasn´t an option for Thorin. Milena was part of his family and his company loved her with all their might and they would protect her at all cost. Even his sister, Dis had accepted Milena as part of Durin family.

Thorin´s message had shocked the clan so much they hesitated to actually to put their ultimatum into action and for an 18 years everything was peaceful.

Thorin and Milena could watch their daughter grow up and learn how to fight in the care of Dwalin, Kili and Fili.

But now, as Thorin glanced at the parchment on his desk it was clear the peaceful era had come to an end.

With a sigh, Thorin pushed the chair back as he stood up. He needed to talk to Balin and Milena. After that, he needed to announce to his subjects their kingdom was at war with the clan of Firebeards.

Longbeards and Firebeards had always been allies and Thorin knew some of them lived in Erebor but the oldest members of the clans who stayed in the Blue Mountains sometimes caused some serious grey hairs to Thorin.

It was unheard of that dwarves would ever go to war against one another but the world was changing and it scared some of them. Dwarves weren´t so good with change. Thorin had witnessed it himself many times. Mahal knew Thorin had been scared of change too but with the help of his people, he had over time accepted it and turned it to his favour. But not all appreciated it.

Taking the scroll Thorin walked with a pounding headache out of his study to search for Balin. Guards bowed their heads in respect as Thorin exit the room with haste trying to think where his most trusted advisor would be at this time of day.

At the library most likely.

His heavy footsteps mixed with the merry chatting and laughter that echoed from the lower levels of his people. Thorin couldn´t help but smile while listening how happy his kin was but his smile died as fast as it had appeared because Thorin knew in a few hours he would be the one who replaced that happiness with fear. A fear of oncoming war no one expected to happen after 18 years of happiness and peace.

A glimpse of a whitehaired dwarf turning a corner made Thorin snap out of his solemn thoughts and he sped up his steps.

“Balin!”

Thorin´s deep voice resonated in the mountain walls and Balin halted rapidly turning to look behind him with a small smile.

“Ah! Thorin! What is it? You look worried.” Balin asked and one glance what Thorin was carrying caused Balin´s face fell into a serious frown.

“The time has finally come,” Thorin spoke lowly handing the scroll to Balin who hesitantly took it and opened it. Reading the lines on the parchment Balin grew anxious glancing to Thorin. The king´s expression was blank but his eyes revealed great concern regarding his family and his people.

Balin knew Thorin had been carrying this fear in his heart ever since that day 19 years ago when Lord Orikir had given his clan´s ultimatum.

Closing the parchment Balin wiped his face with a heavy sigh.

“I´ll start the precautions and inform the King´s Guard. Dwalin will take over from there. You go tell your family. After that, the meeting will need to be held.”

Thorin nodded at Balin´s statement silently thanking Mahal Balin was at his side with this. They set on different ways, Balin heading down toward the quarters where the soldiers lived and trained while Thorin headed up to the Royal Wing where his family were spending time.

 You giggled as your mother tried to fixed your hair after you had run into another trouble with Kili. Listening to your mother´s grunts and curses, while she picked twigs and leaves out of your thick unruly hair, was hilarious in your opinion. Although it was clear your mother didn´t appreciate it one bit.

“Seriously Hena, you are a princess of Erebor and a future queen. You need to start acting like one. You are no longer 6 years old.” Milena scowled you but you merely huffed. Sometimes being a royalty sucked. You knew your father gave more freedom to your behaviour than was wise but he also expected you to know when to behave like a royalty and not like a wild child.

Those expectations weighted heavily your shoulders making you wish you weren´t a part of the royal family. You had been given the talk of the rights and responsibilities of a member of the royal family by your mother when you had turned 16.

It wasn´t like you didn´t respect your parents. On the contrary. You respected them and looked up to them and that was what scared you.

Kili and Fili had told you how their uncle had set out to take back Erebor with the help of his company and your mother he met in Bree.

Just as you were about to give some snarky reply to your mother the doors into the bed chambers opened and Thorin walked in. Both of you turned to look at him with a surprised look on your faces.

“Thorin, I didn´t expect you to come back so early, is something the matter?” Milena asked halting her attempt to brush your hair gazing at her husband fondly.

Thorin gave her a gentle smile as he walked closer pecking the tip of her nose while wrapping on arm around her waist. He hummed quietly pressing his forehead against hers and closed his eyes for a moment cherishing the presence of his wife. Then he pulled back reluctantly and shifted his bright blue eyes on you and couldn´t help but to smirk.

“Another adventure with Kili I assume?” he chuckled earning you to duck your head. Although Thorin´s voice was light, the look on his eyes spoke volumes. He wasn´t pleased about it.

“Aye. This time they went to chase some thrushes in the woods near Erebor.” Milena muttered glancing down at your messy hair. Raising his brows Thorin stared at you for a moment but whatever he was about to say he decided against it and kept quiet.

“What is it, love?” Milena asked seeing the troubled look in Thorin´s face. Thorin wetted his lips releasing his hold on Milena and stepped back averting his gaze.

“We need to talk,” Thorin whispered turning his back on the both of you walking into the parlour.

Milena looked at you ushering you to follow. Now you were worried as you hesitantly stood and followed your mother out from the bed-chamber.

Thorin motioned both of you to sit down in front of him waiting until you and Milena were sitting.

“I hoped this day would never come and you, my dearest Hena would be able to live in peace and prosper but I´m afraid my prayers haven´t been answered the way I wanted.” Thorin´s voice was grave and his eyes looked haunted as he gazed at you.

You had never seen your father this way and it scared you. You turned to look at your mother who sat next to you looking at Thorin sadly. She knew what Thorin was talking about as she took your hand squeezing it trying to calm you down.

“What are you talking about adad? Don´t scare me,” you said with a tremble in your voice. You winched at your tone. It sounded so small and even Thorin flinched hearing the growing terror in your voice.

“So, they finally sent it?” Milena asked quietly. Thorin glanced at her nodding his head.

“Who sent what? Stop talking riddles!” you nearly screamed and that was when Thorin got up from his seat kneeling in front of you taking your hands into his. For a moment he merely gazed at your hands as his engulfed them. How tiny you were comparing to dwarves, so fair and innocent. Tears burned behind his eyes as Thorin tried to find his voice, to convince you were safe. He would protect you at all cost and your mother.

“The clan of Firebeards has sent a declaration of war because I refused to cast out your mother 19 years ago. The elders of that clan values traditions highly and they didn´t accept my decision to take a human as my queen.” Thorin told swallowing thickly. Because of his selfishness, the entire Erebor was at the brink of war once again.

You blinked.

You weren´t sure if you heard him right. Because some ancient senile dwarves from the Blue Mountains your father looked like he was about to break down in a fear of losing his family.

“That’s just stupid.” you huffed earning Thorin to snap his glassy and teary gaze to your face.

“Who they are to tell you who to choose to be the Queen of Erebor. I mean amad is your One? No one should be forced to kick out their One just because it doesn´t fit in someone´s tradition.” you stared intently at Thorin making his chest swell in pride. You may be wild and unruly some times, causing grey hairs and a few heart-attacks but your sense of justice was equal to him and your mother.

“I´m going to help you to kick their asses.” you declared much to Thorin´s horror. That he hadn´t expected to hear.

“Absolutely not!” Thorin growled releasing your hands and stood.

“Adad!”

“No! And that is final!”

Milena sat next to you silently resting her hands on her lap. She knew you wanted to help your father to defend your home and she knew you were a capable fighter. You were after all trained by the finest warriors Erebor had to offer.

“Amrâlimê,” Milena spoke softly earning Thorin to glance at her with a deep frown.

“This is her home as much as yours and mine. Don´t deny her right to defend it so hastily.”

Thorin couldn´t believe his ears. Turning to face his wife Thorin looked at Milena who merely smiled at him.

“Have you lost your mind?” Thorin asked confused.

“No. It would send a strong message to our people and Firebeards. Father and daughter defending their home and the king´s right to choose their queen….the message can´t get any stronger than that. And don´t forget who has trained her for the past 10 years.”

Thorin groaned rubbing his face. Of all the people in Erebor he was expecting Milena to agree with him and not allow you to join in the battle. And much to his disappointment, she did the exact opposite.

“All I ask of you is to think about it.” Milena smiled. Thorin sighed dropping his hands to his side glancing at the ceiling.

“All right, I´ll think about it but I won´t promise anything.” he pointed at you firmly. You nodded biting your lower lip.

“How about you amad?” you asked turning to look at your mother who chuckled lightly.

“My fighting days are over darling. A human of my age has no place on a battlefield. Besides, I have duties of a queen inside the mountain.” she explained watching how your expression changed from eagerness into sadness. For the first time, you noted the ageing differences between humans and dwarves. Where Thorin had only a few more silvery strands on his temple, your mother´s entire hair was starting to turn greyish and her skin had more wrinkles.

And yet Thorin´s and Milena´s love was one of the strongest you had ever seen.

“Don´t look so sad. I may not be much of help in battle but I can still help in other ways.” Milena hummed earning your face to lit up.

“That´s my girl. Now, let´s go find Fili and Kili. You are going to need some more training and Dwalin needs to tell you what to expect on the battlefield. Thorin has his duties as a king.” your mother ushered you up and kissing Thorin´s cheek guided you out to find those two boys.

Sighing Thorin set his mind to write an announcement to his people that the war was coming. Then he needed to hold a meeting with his council and come up with the plans on how to win this battle.

~~~

Four months ago your father had told you Erebor was going to be at war with Firebeards from the Blue Mountains because he didn´t bow by their rules of who was fit to sit on the throne with him. When you learned that, you were adamant you wanted to help your father and join him on the battlefield. To say the least, Thorin wasn´t happy about it but after endless nights talking to your mother, he had agreed you could join in. But there was one condition. No playing a hero. You would stick to Fili´s and Kili´s side no matter what happened.

Even Kili and Fili had been sceptical about you joining in the fight but Dwalin had been pleased about it for some odd reason.

“The lass hasn´t trained all those years on the training ring for nothing!”

That was what Dwalin had practically yelled at Thorin´s face.

Staring at the sword on the top of the tall drawer in your bed chamber you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Your father had made the sword for you saying it would be made him feel better if you wielded a sword he made. In some way, he would be protecting you out there when things would turn chaotic.

The sword was beautiful and you wondered why an object that beautiful had to be made for such horrible actions.

Tracing the scabbard’s surface you hummed quietly self-doubting filling your mind. What were you thinking of wanting to stand next to your father on a battlefield? You knew nothing of the terrors that waited for warriors out there. You had never seen battle wounds that were so grave no one would survive it. You were innocent but because of your stubbornness, you wanted to show your father you had what it took to protect your home, your people. You wanted to make him proud.

Your father was a legend in your eyes. A mighty warrior who feared nothing. A dwarf who defeated the dragon sickness, who battled against an army of orcs willing to die for his people. A King who took his rightful place at the throne after so many decades in exile.

You could never be like your father. Or your mother for that matter. She stood by your father´s side no matter what, refusing to give up on him when Thorin fell into the sickness.

You knew you never would have that kind of willpower and courage your parents possessed and for the first time in your life, you were afraid you were going to let them down. Gazing up at the two tapestries of your great grandfather Thror and grandfather Thrain hanging above the sword you prayed your ancestors to help you to be brave and true to your people.  

“War is not freedom. Over my shoulder, I see a clearer view. All for my family. Reason I’m breathing. Everything to lose.”

“Should I ask myself in the water what a warrior would do? Tell me, underneath my armour. Am I loyal, brave and true?

Lowering your gaze from the tapestries to the sword, you slowly took it down from the holder. It was surprisingly light and taking it out of the scabbard you held it in front of your face, your eyes trailing the shining blade noticing that khuzdul runes decorated it.

Your heart felt heavy and you couldn’t lie to yourself for not being terrified of the oncoming battle. But you forced yourself to be calm as you shielded the sword placing it at your hip. Turning around you walked out your chambers heading toward the armoury where Thorin and his company were going through weapons and armours.

“Losing is easy. Winning takes bravery. I am a tiger’s fool out in the open. No one to save me. The kindest of whispers are cruel.”

Footsteps echoed in the silent kingdom as you approached the lower levels. Looking around you didn´t see anyone, the whole mountain was eerily quiet and it freaked you out. Hugging yourself while walking you scolded yourself. Your father never freaked out, he did what had to be done for the sake of his home and his family. He was the warrior everyone looked up to and respected.

You wanted so desperately to be like him. Loyal, brave and true, always to do what was right. But you didn’t know how to do that.

“Should I ask myself in the water what a warrior would do? Tell me, underneath my armour am I loyal, brave and true?”

You didn´t feel brave at the moment as you turned around the corner and stepped through the vast doorway strolling toward the end of the corridor which led into the armoury.

The closer you got more clearly you could hear the shouts and complaints from the dwarves and your father´s deep commanding voice boomed across the corridor sending shivers through your spine. Even now he held the authority you knew nothing about. Maybe you weren´t cut out to be a warrior or even a princess. Sucking your lower lip in your mouth you approached the doorway glancing around nervously.

“Cold is the morning. Warm is the dream chasing the answers ‘til I can’t sleep. Will I be stronger? Or will I be weak when you’re not with me?”

Thorin glanced over his shoulder when Dwalin nodded toward the doorway and seeing you stepping in the armoury skittishly like a mountain hare looking out for predators. Sighing he handed the chest plate to Gloin before walking up to you with a stern look on his face.

An unsure glance toward him, however, softened his expression earning Thorin to put his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it trying to calm you down. He wore a simple ringmail held together with a leather belt and wide buckle. He also wore a black leather coat and gloves. You looked concerned how little he seemed to be wearing considering he was about to go to war but Thorin merely smiled at you.

“I know you´re scared. I need you to promise you´ll stay with Fili and Kili, don´t try to act like a hero. Just concentrate on protecting one another. Can you do that?” Thorin asked quietly looking at you straight in the eye. You nodded not trusting your voice, you were afraid it would betray and reveal to your father just how terrified you were.

“Come, there is something I want you to wear.” Thorin gently pushed you forward guiding you through the dwarves who were putting together their armours. Walking at the back of the armoury you halted in front of a rack. Squinting your eyes at the brightness that shone from the piece of fabric you were baffled what it was.

Thorin took it down holding it up in front of you watching your confused face.

“This vest is made of silver steel. Mithril, it was called by my forebears. No blade can pierce it. My mind would be at ease if I knew you are wearing this.” Thorin spoke while you stared at the shirt in awe.

Glancing at him you started stripping your outer jacket after putting the sword on your hip aside. Lifting your tunic you halted abruptly looking over your shoulder hesitantly. Thorin chuckled stepping aside and positioned himself in front of you to shield you from any curious gazes his men might accidentally cast in your way.

Taking off the tunic you then took the vest surprised how light it was before putting it on. It fitted perfectly and Thorin smiled fondly while you dressed but as you placed the sword back on your hip you gave your father a look of uncertainty.

“What is it?” he asked as he fixed your jacket better on you and you gladly let him.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be so fearless. I can´t find the same kind of courage as you have. I am terrified.” you confessed quietly averting your gaze from him.

Thorin looked at you for a moment and after a while gently lifted your chin forcing you to look at him directly.

“I´m only brave when I don´t have any other option. Courage is not the absence of fear. It is acting in spite of it.”

You stared at him not sure what to say at that.

“I am as much terrified as you are. I´m afraid you might die and I´m not there to protect you. I´m afraid I might not come back to you and your mother once this is over. I´m afraid to let you go.”

“So, kings are afraid too? Even you?”

“Yes, kings feel fear too. Even I. And that is nothing to be ashamed of. You should be afraid because then you have everything to lose and everything to fight for.”

Without saying anything you merely stepped forward hugging your father as tightly as you could. You didn´t know if you would see each other after this was over. You didn´t want to think about it but you had to face the possibility that you might lose your father forever, or he might lose his only daughter forever.

“Who am I without my armour? Standing in my father’s shoes. All I know is that it’s harder to be loyal, brave and true.”

You wanted to make something to remember years to come if something happened one of you. Something to hold on when things turned tough to handle.

“Amralizu, adad,” you whispered hiding your face in his hair trying hard not to start crying.

Thorin felt his throat getting tighter at your whisper and he returned your hug equally tight pressing his cheek on your head closing his eyes letting a tear roll down.

“Amralizi, nathithuh zê.”

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Friends On The Other Side

Here we have @sdavid09​ Fright Night 2020! Enjoy! This turned rather long so I split it into two parts.

Fandom: The Hobbit

challenge: Corpse Bride & Friends On The Other Side

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 

Thorin grumbled as someone was poking his cheek nonstop much to his annoyance. Forcing his eyes open he struggled to understand what he was staring at.

“He´s awake!” the odd-looking skeleton creature chirped enthusiastically while standing on his chest. Thorin blinked when he happened to see movement from the corner of his eye and slowly he turned his head onto his left. The crowd gathered around him and as Thorin looked at each and one of them, his brain finally cooperated causing him to jolt upright making the little skeleton fly off of him with a yelp.

“What in the name of Mahal is going on?!” Thorin shouted searching for his sword but all his hand could reach was air. Glancing down Thorin realized he had no weapons on him, and the clothes he was wearing was the travelling clothes he had on him when his company reached Rivendell.

“Welcome!”

“Out of the way, out of the way! We have a newcomer! Bonjour!”

A skeleton with a weird looking hat and a head with tiny legs spoke earning Thorin to punch the head sending it flying across the room.

“That´s rude!” the head shouted before hitting the wall and Thorin saw the tiny legs belonged to a bunch of beetles.

“He´s still soft.”

Looking down Thorin saw the same skeleton that was standing on his chest, now poking at his thigh with a stick. With instinct, Thorin kicked the skeleton causing it to fall into pieces with a cry.

“Where the hell am I?” Thorin growled shifting away from the pile of bones

“In the land of the dead, of course.” the skeleton with a hat chuckled as he leaned casually at the piano far in the corner.

“Land of the dead?” Thorin repeated sceptically snapping his head toward the skeleton leaning on the piano.

“Yes, you are dead.”

“Dead?” Thorin parroted dumbfoundedly.

“He catches on quickly doesn´t he?” the little skeleton on the ground chuckled while others were assembling him.

“It can be confusing at first, denial is second to come but the sooner you accept your fate the better, boy. We are all dead here.” the skeleton with a hat spoke waving his arm and Thorin followed the motion slowly glancing around and sure enough, saw people who weren´t looking much like people anymore. Some were skeletons, others half-rotten, some were missing a limb or two but some of them looked decent but still dead.

“This can´t be happening…” Thorin murmured wiping his face.

“And there´s the denial.” the head with the beetles chuckled darkly as it came closer.

“Why don´t we all introduce ourselves before this fellow loses it completely.” A short man with a sword stuck in his chest replied making Thorin grimace.

“Marvellous idea. I am Mrs Plum, I am the chef in here at the Ball and Socket Pub.” a woman zombie, or at least Thorin thought it was a woman, introduced herself while holding a kitchen knife.

“I am a Black Widow, but I am happy to make you mine.”

Thorin frowned at the female voice coming next to his ear but glancing around he didn´t see anyone.

“Here darling. On your shoulder.”

Thorin looked at his right shoulder and swatted instinctively the spider off of him with a huff.

“OW! That was rude!” the spider scolded swaying back and forward on her web earning Thorin to take a step back from it.

“Easy there fellow, don´t go killing our finest seamstress.” the skeleton with a hat warned walking closer and giving her a finger, as Thorin watched as the spider skittered on it.

“Your seamstress? It is a spider!” Thorin huffed backing away from the two.

“Yes, spiders are the most talented seamstresses. My name is Bonejangles and I am a local entertainer.” Bonejangles bowed slightly.

Thorin rolled his eyes while stepping back until his back hit the bar´s counter and turning around saw the short man with a sword on his chest taking a pint.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Thorin nearly snarled and his hair on his neck bristled.

“I am the great General Bonesapart! Cheers!” Bonesapart introduced himself before engulfing the beer down his throat.

“I am Paul and I am the head waiter here.” the head came closer with a grin but Thorin felt shivers going down his spine.

“I need to get out of here,” he muttered to himself.

“Who are you, I´m not sure if I have seen your kind before?” a gentle female voice came little further away and Thorin jerked his head looking in the direction of the voice.

On the doorway stood a woman zombie dressed in a white wedding gown and Thorin had to silently admit, she was beautiful, even for a dead woman.

“I´m Thorin Oakenshield, I was on my way to reclaim my homeland with my company when we were ambushed by orcs,” Thorin explained gravely.

“I cannot be dead. My quest isn´t over yet. And I have someone waiting for me.” Thorin mumbled as an image of his One came to his mind.

The woman walked closer studying Thorin´s face which was twisted in anguish.

“You´re not a human.” the woman stated halting two feet away from Thorin.

“I am a dwarf.”

“Dwarves are fairytales the folk upstares tell their children.” Bonejangles intervened earning a death glare from Thorin.

“I know what I am. We are not so uncommon race in Middle-Earth.” Thorin growled earning everyone´s attention.

“Middle-Earth? Is that your home? What makes you say you cannot be dead?” the woman asked kindly with a smile. Thorin turned to look at her again.

“Yes. Because when we die, we go to the Halls of Mandos.”

“Well. We need to talk to Elder Gutknecht.”

“Elder…who?” Thorin looked confused.

“Elder Gutknecht. He is the wisest and should know why are you sent here.” the woman smiled taking Thorin´s hand and beckoned him to follow. Reluctantly he did but the nagging feeling at the back of his mind didn´t leave him alone. As if something was terribly wrong but he couldn´t put his finger on it.

“I didn´t hear your name,” Thorin muttered finally as they climbed stairs up heading toward a crumbling tower.

“It´s Emily.”

They walked which felt to Thorin like an eternity until they reached the steep stairs leading up to the tower. Without saying anything Emily stepped on the stairs motioning Thorin to follow. They climbed spiralling stairs level by level and Thorin started to wonder if they were ever going to reach the top. But as he was about to ask Emily halted in front of a door and opened it carefully.

“Gutknecht? Are you here?” she called stepping further in Thorin staying behind a deep frown on his face. He didn´t like this, not one bit. He wished he had his orcrist but apparently when you die, weapons are left behind. Piles of dusty old looking books covered almost every inch of the room they were in and Thorin watched as Emily called the elder a slight concern lacing her voice.

A book slammed on one of the piles startled Emily while Thorin tried to reach to his weapon before remembering he was still unarmed. Cursing under his breath Thorin forced himself to calm down as he saw a hunched old looking skeleton appearing around the books and strolling up on the desk that was placed on top of a mountain of books.

“There you are, Gutknecht! We need to talk to you!” Emily smiled at the old skeleton who settled behind his desk.

“Emily, how nice to see you again. Who is this with you?” Gutknecht asked pointing at Thorin who´s scowl had deepened even further.

“This is Thorin Oakenshield, he has been sent into the wrong place it would seem,” Emily explained watching as Gutknecht scratched his skull in wonder.

“Wrong place? He is dead is he not?”

“Yes, but according to him, his race goes to…what was the place called?” Emily turned to Thorin who stood little further behind her glaring at the old skeleton.

“Halls of Mandos,” he growled lowly.

Gutknecht didn´t look too impressed but who could tell, his skull looked the same no matter how his emotions shifted.

“I have never heard of such a place. What makes you think that is the place you are supposed to go?” Gutknecht asked looking at Thorin who had his last nerve twitching.

“I am a dwarf, not some lowly human,” Thorin sneered making Emily look at him a little shocked.

“A dwarf? Dwarves are fairy tale…”

“Yes, so I have been told but I know what race I am!” Thorin shouted his temper flaring.

“His home is called Middle-Earth. Is there anything you could do to help him go to the right place?” Emily begged.

“I don´t know, he is dead nevertheless where he goes.”

“I need to go back! I cannot be dead! My one is waiting for me!” Thorin bellowed scaring them both but Thorin couldn´t care less.

“Your…one?” Emily whispered earning Thorin to shift his blazing glare on her for a minute.

“Yes, she is my fiancee, we are to be wedded once I have reclaimed my home.”

“Gutknecht please, he needs help. If nothing more then saying goodbye to his beloved! Can´t you arrange a quick trip for him?” Emily pleaded while Gutknecht mumbled something as he started to decent from the mountain of books.

“Now, why go up there when people are dying to get down here?”

“Please, I am sure he didn´t get the chance to say goodbye to her and she doesn´t know he is dead. It would mean a lot.”

“It´s just not natural.” Gutknecht wasn´t thrilled about the idea of sending dead into the land of the living.

“And I can´t guarantee he will be able to go into his homeland even if I manage to find the right spell. If he is correct and he was meant to go to another place after death, it is out of my hands.”

“Just send me up, I can try to find help there,” Thorin stated crossing his arms. He wanted to get out of this hellhole. Gutknecht glanced at him clearly wanting to say something but Emily took his hand and looked at him with pleading gaze. Sighing Gutknecht patted her hand giving up trying to reason with these two.

“Let´s see what I can do. Where did I put that book? I left it here somewhere.”

Gutknecht walked on the bookshelf starting to go over the books one by one, discarding them until he found what he was looking for. He took the book, gathered three bottles along the way and walked up back to his desk.

“There’s the one. I have it. A Ukrainian haunting spell. Just the thing for these quick trips…”

He started pouring the liquid into the cup, snatched a feather from the crow sitting by the table and dropped into the cup. Thorin looked sceptically as the potion was done. There was no way he was going to drink that. But much to his surprise, it was Gutknecht who drank the whole thing causing Thorin to blinked.

“This is not gonna work.” the dwarf king muttered hiding his face into his hand.

“Now, then… Where were we?“ Gutknecht hummed after drinking the potion.

“The Ukrainian haunting spell…” Emily responded quietly glancing at Thorin.

“Ahaa…You better go with him Emily,” Gutknecht whispered and gripped the crow squeezing its middle popping a large egg out of the bird.

“Here we have it. Ready? Just remember, when you want to come back, say "Hopscotch.”

“Hopscotch?” Emily giggled and Gutknecth nodded.

“That´s it,” he replied and cracked the egg. A white, lightly golden fog came out landing on Emily and Thorin, sending them up to the land of the living.

When Thorin opened his eyes for much to his surprise they were back in the land of the living. But then he frowned. This wasn´t Middle-Earth.

“Where are we?” Thorin growled shooting a glare in Emily´s direction but she was too busy basking in the moonlight. Thorin rolled his eyes as and ran his hand over his face. Not bothering to wait for her, Thorin briskly walked toward the town hoping to find some help to send him back home, preferably alive. The town seemed to be asleep but a few lights were indicating not everyone was asleep just yet.

But when he got closer to the town, Thorin´s hair on the back of his neck started to rise. It was middle of the winter, the moon illuminated the entire town and the forest behind them casting shadows on the snow´s surface. The air felt ominous as Thorin approached the main street, the snow crunching underneath his boots. An owl hooting suddenly in the forest behind him caused Thorin twirl around. Scanning the area around him, Thorin didn´t see anything threatening but he felt uneasy.

“Get it together, you´re already dead. What is the worse that could happen?” Thorin mumbled to himself and turned around strolling across the bridge. An arm snaking around his bicep made him jump and Thorin yanked his arm off of the hold looking at his side.

Emily was smiling at him making Thorin curse under his breath.

“Sorry, I didn´t mean to scare you,” Emily spoke softly settling to walk beside Thorin as he continued walking forward.

They settled walking through the main street looking around when a shady looking man came into their view. He was tall and slim, the look in his eyes was unnerving to Thorin. He had seen that look in his enemy´s eyes, it was maniacally and Thorin didn´t trust it. Thorin was about to walk past him when the man cut them off by standing in front of them, grinning like a mad man.

“Good evening, you two seem like you are looking for something?” he said but Thorin merely glared at him ready to go around him when Emily spoke up before Thorin could stop her.

“Yes, we´re looking for help. He needs to get back into his homeland and….” Emily was interrupted by Thorin sending her a death glare and squeezing her upper arm tightly.

“it´s none of your business what we are doing here.”

Thorin yanked Emily to follow him but the man´s interest was already piqued.

“Oh, so you were sent into the wrong place, I see.”

Thorin glanced at the man irritated but the man ignored it addressing Emily.

“He is dead, isn´t he? You certainly are missy. I can help you two with that.”

“What?” Emily´s facial expression changed from confusion into excitement and she turned to Thorin who didn´t look so impressed.

“How can you possibly help us?” Thorin´s low voice cut the air like a knife but the man merely smirked.

“I have friends on the other side.”

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Friends On the Other Side

@sdavid09​ Fright NIght 2020 challenge! Enjoy!

Fandom: The Hobbit

challenge: Corpse Bride & Friends On The Other Side

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2

Thorin huffed at the remark starting to pull Emily with him but the man stopped them once again.

“Don’t you disrespect me, little man. Don’t you derogate or deride. You’re in my world now Not your world, and I got friends on the other side”

“He’s got friends on the other side”

Thorin and Emily got pushed into a dark house and echo surrounded them making both Thorin and Emily share a worried glanced but the man merely chuckled. Emily pointed masks on both sides on the walls while she was looking around and it made Thorin nervous. There was something he didn´t like about the masks but couldn´t put his finger on what it was.

“That’s an echo gentleman. Just a little something we have here in Louisiana. A little parlour trick, don’t worry,”

The man pushed them to sit down on the table smug grin on his face ignoring Thorin´s and Emily´s increasing anxiety but as he started playing with the cards, Emily´s curiosity was slowly winning but Thorin held the frown as his instinct was screaming at him. But for some reason, he couldn´t get up and walk away. It was like he was under a spell that glued him to the chair.

“Sit down at my table, put your mind at ease. If you relax it will enable me to do anything I please. I can read your future, I can change it ‘round some too. I look deep into your heart and soul,”

The man poked playfully at Emily´s side when Thorin wasn´t looking, earning Emily to smile shyly at the man. She was confident this man could help Thorin and she kept listening to the entrancing song as if she was pulled further in.

“You do have a soul, don’t you? Make your wildest dreams come true,”

Then the man turned to Thorin showing the dwarf what he could do, his energy spiking the roof and slowly the frown on Thorin´s face was fading but not disappearing completely. He was still cautious.

“I got voodoo, I got voodoo. I got things I didn’t even try. And I got friends on the other side,”

“He’s got friends on the other side,”

Thorin glanced over his shoulder. There was that echo again but it sounded different from what the man was singing. It worried Thorin. He didn´t want to be here. Every nerve in his body was telling him to run. Turning to look at Emily to say they were done, he saw she was entranced as she kept watching the man´s performance. Thorin was about to shake her to get her out of it when the man held out a pack of cards forming a handheld fan.

“The cards, the cards, the cards will tell. The past, the present and the future as well. The cards, the cards, just take three. Take a little trip into your future with me,”

Emily took three cards excitedly and reluctantly Thorin took his three noting the dark grin on the man´s face which vanished in a second he saw Thorin was watching him. First, he spoke to Thorin as he placed the cards on the table.

“Now you, young man are from across the sea. You come from two long lines of royalty. I’m a royal myself on my mother’s side. Your lifestyle’s high but your funds are low. You need to marry a little honey who’s daddy got dough,”

Thorin´s hair rose again and alow growl emerged from the depts of his chest. He was done with this fool. Emily placed her hand on his forearm looking pleadingly at Thorin, making him curse under his breath. This woman was way too gullible.

“You can help him to get back to his homeland?” Emily asked while still holding her cards and the man hummed lightly, a malicious shadow crossing his face as he walked between them extending his hands to both Emily and Thorin. The man had noticed Emily hadn´t taken a look on her cards yet and it suited him perfectly.

“Shake my hand, come on. Won’t you shake a poor sinner’s hand?”

Thorin glared at the hand but seeing Emily´s face he was tempted to accept.

“I can. All you need to do is to accept my help by shaking my hand.” the man spoke holding his hands out waiting. Hesitantly Thorin took the man´s hand while Emily shook it excitedly and that moment the man´s dark grin turned into something sinister making Thorin think for a second had he made a mistake? The man hadn´t said what was the price for his help.

“Yes, are you ready? Are you ready?”

“Are you ready?”

“Transformation central. Transformation central. Transformation central. Transformation central,”

A dark red fog formed around Emily out of nowhere while Thorin was surrounded by blueish fog and vaguely he heard Emily´s horrified and pained shriek as the fog started crushing her. Her cards fell onto the floor and Thorin had a glimpse of the pictures. His face fell into appalling expression. All three cards had a grim reaper. Thorin didn´t understand the full volume of what they meant but her holler told him enough.

“Emily!” Thorin bellowed trying to stand up but he was pinned to the chair unable to move a muscle.

“Transformafication central, can you feel it? You’re changing, you’re changing, you’re changing alright. I hope you’re satisfied, but if you ain’t don’t blame me. You can blame my friends on the other side!”

“You got what you wanted! But you lost what you had!”

“What did you do?!” Thorin shouted feeling the fog entering his body, making every muscle, every vein burn like he was on fire.

“The spell makes you a living person again and sends you back to your homeland. That was the deal, wasn´t it?” the man answered watching the two struggling and trying to fight against the spell the man had cast on them.

“But the price is her soul. My friends on the other side want her in return. Call yourself lucky! You can go back and live the life you were supposed to live!” the man´s evil laugh turned Thorin into a panic. This wasn´t what he wanted! Turning to look at Emily, he saw how the masks on the wall came alive and bright red vines curled around Emily´s body starting to pull her toward the ominous door appearing on the wall. Thorin could hear her screams, pleads to stop. She was screaming Thorin to help her.

Thorin trashed against the magical binds but in vain. He couldn´t do anything but to helplessly watch as Emily got pulled through the door into the pitch-black void and her terrified screams echoed in the room until they faded and suddenly Thorin felt getting suck into a vortex. His holler echoed through the air until the fog disappeared and the man was only one left in the room.

“I hope you´re satisfied,” the man chuckled while pocketing a talisman and walked out of the room to search another victim to offer to his friends.

Thorin got thrown violently through a portal until he was smacked onto the ground with a painful groan. Rolling slowly onto his side Thorin held his shoulder for a moment before forcing himself to his knees and taking a ragged breath. Lifting his teary gaze Thorin saw the familiar landscape opening before him. He was back in Middle-Earth and he was alive. He should rejoice that he was home and he was going to see his One. Thorin should have desperately wanted to hold her and kiss her. But he felt none of those things. The only thing he felt was regret, guilt and sad because what happened to Emily. Hitting his fist to the ground with a snarl, Thorin doubled over letting out a quiet sob.

“My fault…” he whispered hoarsely.

“It was all my fault. I´m so sorry Emily. Without me, you would still be around your friends.”

The guilt was so heavy on his chest Thorin felt like choking on it. He knew he was going to carry that burden the rest of his life. It would change him but he wouldn´t tell a soul about what troubled him. No one would understand anyway.

Straightening himself, Thorin tilted his head back staring at the starry nightsky and a single tear rolled down his bearded cheek. Emily´s screams echoed vividly in his mind and the image of her horrified face was imprinted to his brain permanently.

Thorin´s nights from now on were full of nightmares, how he failed to safe her and doom her soul into eternal torment and no one could help him to get past the guilt.  Thorin knew Mahal would punish him for what he had done when it was his time to die.

And Thorin gladly accepted it. After all, in his mind, he didn´t deserve mercy from their Maker.

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My terrible two were born a couple of days apart, but I have decided that today the 12th of October will be the day we celebrate their birthdays, so a happy 1st birthday to my little Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took aka Merry and Pippin 💕

Cute

Mamas!!

Tonight not only do we welcome the first full moon of autumn, we welcome the Harvest moon!! Please enjoy this shot I got while I was freezing my butt off 😂

That is beautiful

For a hero's strength is measured by his heart *Part 22*

As you can see I am not dead and finally got a break in the writers block, so I know this is a little short for this fic, but I just wanted to get this part down so I can move onto the next. 

I hope you will enjoy this part and hopefully it wont be months till the next part is up :D. 

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The sky was turning a blood red as Loki and Thor walked along the path in silence, each brother was lost to their own minds glancing at the map and to each other, it had been only a few hours since they left the boat, but they both felt nervous like something wasn’t right, but neither of them could place the feeling and neither of them wanted to ask the other.

Slowly the midday sun rose high in the sky shining its red tint downwards onto the ground, making Thor twist his face in confusion “Brother I thought Jotunheim was a dark icy wasteland?” 

“It is, but this realm is going through its seasonal change, so for the next few months the sky will appear red during its day time, but it will return to its icy cold nothingness as the moon rises” Loki answered Thor’s question as he stopped and checked the map. 

“How do you know about it’s seasonal change?” Thor asked as he knew Loki was raised on Asgard with him. 

Turning his head Loki looked at Thor and passed the small notebook from their grandfather to him “it says it in here, I have read it from cover to cover for answers, but still can’t seem to find any.”

Taking the notebook Thor nodded and watched as Loki turned his eyes to the map again, before taking a breath and walking again. 

….

“When are we going to stop brother?” Thor whined as they had been walking for hours and his stomach was shouting at him. 

“We need to get to the Fragments of Phantoms, then we can set up camp for the night” Loki said as he checked the map again. 

“Fragments of what…?” Thor muttered. 

“Of Phantoms, it’s an old mine and it’s mentioned  in the book, it’s at the halfway point of the mountain and about another hour’s walk” Loki said, readjusting the bag on his back as it was making his shoulders ache as his stomach decided to answer Thor’s. 

“Can we not just stop now and silence our stomachs?” Thor whined again. 

“If we stop at the mine, we will have shelter, and there should be some old wood for a fire, so we would get a better start in the morning” Loki said as he kept walking towards it. 

Readjusting the bags on his back Thor followed Loki while tapping his stomach thinking of all the food he could inhale within the next hour. 

….

Taken a sip of his mead Thor looked across at Loki and studied his brother, he could tell he was deep in thought, Loki had always had a little twitch when he was thinking, he would slowly tap his foot on the ground and fingers on his arms, and that is what he was currently doing, twisting his lips into a small smile Thor shook his head and wet his lips. 

“Brother, what is on your mind?” Thor asked and watched as he pulled Loki out of his deep thinking state. 

“It’s strange, I feel like I have been here before, but I don’t recognise anything” Loki mumbled looking around absentmindedly. 

Getting to his feet Thor picked up the other cup Loki bought along and poured mead into it, walking around the small fire they had built to keep themselves warm he handed it to Loki, as he took a seat next to him, “maybe it is because you have read the notebook over and over again?” Thor said, finishing his cup and refilling it placing the mead bottle between himself and Loki before staring into the same direction Loki was just looking at.

Nodding his head Loki lifted his cup to his lips tapping the side with one of his fingers “Yeah, you are probably right Thor” he muttered before taking a drink, and staring back into the darkness of the night, “Get some sleep Thor, we have an early start tomorrow” Loki added but he knew it wasn’t to do with the notebook, he had been here before but when and why couldn’t he remember.

*Part 23 coming soon*