child of stone– your mother told you ‘ do not let your heart become the granite that builds your bones. ’ but the war-drums on your doorstep scream your brother’s names, so for them you become marble anyway ; to shield them. but for your people you become a granite wall anyway ; to shield them. your arms warm like forges keep them safe, your laugh a thunder rumble in the night. shining crown on your head a rotted hand-me-down, never truly yours. your voice meaningless among the roaring chaos. you scream louder to be heard. mother hardens ; the granite, marble, cool and dead. childhood dotted with bodies. motherhood a warm embrace. adulthood a war ground. OLD AGE AN EMPTY ROOM. 

hello yes, here is a concept: us, going to fight some men

ah yes, a concept that we should see to fruition

@durxns || Starter Call

Because what else was a young and boisterous Dwarf supposed to do when left behind from dangerous noble endeavours? 

Could he really be blamed for breaking into the royal halls, just to brawl with some of the younger Guardsmen? The dwarva had given him insult first! What kind of man would let such a thing go? Intact honour and a will of Iron made a man, after all!

All of these arguments sounded very good in Gimli’s head until he was discovered sprawled at the bottom of some stairs, dishevelled and bruised... by the Lady Dis herself.

Thought and speech rather escaped him at that point.

“Ahh- uhhh- I- well- g-g-good’eve yer Highness...”

X oh no

Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth

Trade with the Blue Mountains was key to life in Lindon.  They provided silver ore that was necessary for many of their own crafting but the Elves were able to trade in pearls and coral.  However, sometimes their trade dates coincided with festivals and celebrations.  

Círdan thought his own people knew how to celebrate but this was one of the few times that he had been so privileged as to see the dwarves in their unadulterated merriment.  It was truly a sight to behold and already he had seen several of his mariners double over tables as they made the foolhardy effort to keep up with the drinking going on around them.

It was the Lady Dís that had been keeping him company throughout the evening.  He had always been impressed by her ability to command her people -- even her own kin that might be more resistant to exchanges with Elves.

What he had not expected was for her to slam her tankard down on the stone table between them or to use it as leverage to compensate for their drastic height difference.  When they were eye level with one another, he found himself grabbed and met with an ale tinted kiss.

He had to admit, he had never kissed another with a beard and he was prompted to laugh at the brush of whiskers against whiskers.  Even with his laughter, she did not relent and he was mindful of how and where he placed his hands to coax her to ease back even as he tried to lean away.

“My fair lady, I dare say your beard is stronger than mine,” he laughed.  

' have you ever wanted to disappear ? '

                          there is no pressure, he feels, to answer. calm is the night, needed                      and appreciated from recent struggles. he thinks a moment to spin false tales                       but age and actions– against their will and brought on by fire, death,                  a war-  bring weary wisdom to both dwarrow. bones will soak and time will only                   make worse the thoughts but worries for him he cares not. it is the ones                close he rages for. age he cannot forget and monstrosities he cannot forgive                      forced upon at such time, so a snakelike truth slips from his tongue and                                spills from behind teeth. 

                                                              a sigh, &&. study of hardened profile; 

                           ❛      the needs i am shown, see now, in  our people,                                 outweigh those troubles of my own. I cannot allow myself                                                               to think such a thought. 

durxns replied to your post “          messageless. so there’s that post about tauriel’s mother and...”

whAT POST LINK ME

THIS POST

durxns

omg a person i don’t know at all how exciting. Hello @durxns !!! Dis is awesome!!!! 

You look to be a super cool person-- and yet another awesome one who has built a character from what very little has been given by the creator. I always tried to imagine the sister of Thorin, whenever The Hobbit was in my head, and you have done such an amazing job of bringing her to life. 

People who build characters the way you have, the way you’ve done, they’re amazing-- they’re real storytellers, the most original storytellers, and I think that you should know how inspiring that is to other people and to everyone you’re going to and have interacted with. 

You’re awesome, and I’ll definitely be watching you now, because I can’t wait to see more of your Dis.

@durxns replied to your post:@durxns replied to your post: WHAT KIND OF...

DIS COMING HOME TO TELL HIM VILI’S DIED MAYBE, OR HIM SEEING HER DEAD, OR GOLDSICK DIS TELLING HIM HE’S NOT HER SON ANYMORE & YELLING @ HIM, IDK, IDK, IDK, PAIN PAINPAIN

oh no oh no oh no dís don’t tell him he’s not your son don’t tell him he’s actually the spare no don’t

durxns ;;

i tickle whomever i please thorin, this includes both you and bilbo, the rules dont apply to me

um yes they do, dis no one tickles Bilbo that’s a given 

prOMPT

“send me ‘prompt’ for a 4-5 sentence drabble about our muses!”

Her people burned; she shouldered their charred pride and their smouldering grief, and carried them on her back. Her wife smiled; she feeds on life and love and longing. Her sons left; she made him promise to bring them back. 

I will, he promised again, and failed, and learnt that even granite cracks.

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WHAT KIND OF DESTROYING PLS I WANT TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS BC IM A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING

ANY KIND DO IT JUT MAKE HIM SOB HIS HEART OUT WATCH HIM BREAK :’))))))))

In which Chloe accurately describes what it’s like to watch Being Human UK for the first time:

[11:56:08 PM] DWARFMOM: itS SO TENSE IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT THE WHOLE TIME [11:56:21 PM] DWARFMOM: welcome to hell