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“If I may speak frankly my lord: the only thing in the past twenty years I’ve done that fills me with any sort of pride was helping one of my fellows and their family escape by faking their death. Honestly a good portion of why I did it was to undermine Her...ok and they deserved to have a life. I don’t do kids. Ever. And she’d want the whole family gone. So I made sure she couldn’t get them,” she said her body tensing unconsciously as she did his threat playing in her mind again. She was still learning he wasn’t the monster that made her but it was slow going. “Maybe one day I will be able to look others in the eye and say I have done something worth more than a simple ‘congratulations you have a functioning conscience’ but for now I can’t. Not honestly at least.”

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    Thranduil frowned. He wasn’t much of a healer, but he knew that if something was beginning to feel worse, that was never a good sign.

     ❝ Tell me, exactly how did this happen? ❞ he demanded. The sternness of his voice may have come across as lightly threatening, but to those that knew him, it proved his concern.        ❝ Where does it hurt the most? ❞ he asked, this time a little more gently.

Arawynn hadn’t felt pain until well after the fight. She blamed not noticing her injuries right after the fight on the excitement that followed a victory.

“I fought a band of Orcs when a spider attacked me from above. Up til now it seemed as if dropping down on me was everything it managed to do but I started to doubt that.”, the redhead explained.

She ignored the King’s stern tone, the annoyance and frustration about being injured in the first place stung a whole lot more. “My back, especially the lower part of it.”, the Dragon Changer answered.

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It had seemed relatively simple if unfair for a while.

He would stay in Mirkwood while the rest of the company was released to continue the journey; a bargaining chip, Thranduil had stated to his very disgruntled uncle. Thorin hadn't wanted to leave him behind and his brother had been absolutely livid, but their time was running out and he had ushered his family out, told them he'd find a way out and catch up with them at the mountain.

Expect, escaping from Mirkwood had been a lot harder than he had anticipated.

Every time he came up with a plan, it felt like the elves were one step ahead of him and it infuriated him to no end. At least they didn't force him to reside in the cells anymore, instead giving him a prince-worthy room to stay in; not that it mattered, he couldn't even get out of the window without breaking all of his bones. 

And the longer he remained, the more his hatred for the elven king grew until he could no longer see the king without seething under his breath.

He had to get out, Mahal damn it.

He needed to be with his family.

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     The Elvenking froze where he stood as he heard the words spoken from behind him. A dark frown crossed over his face, and he did not yet turn to face her. Though the words, admittedly, troubled him, he would not let allow that to be evident to her.

    ❝ Darkness, you say? ❞ he replied, cautiously, his voice little more than a whisper. ❝ What makes you say so? ❞ Though it was his question that was asked, he almost did not want the answer.

                                       MAIRON tilted her head, her LIPS curling into a DEVIOUS smile. Her eyes remained upon him as she observed him. Her eyes were KEEN and SHARP almost as her WIT. She caught his spoken words and her smile only widened.

                                      ❝ I feel the SHADOWS of your HEART, ❞ Mairon told him, leaving the very DARKNESS she had lingered in and she stood from behind of the Elven-king. Her slender fingers were placed upon his shoulder, ❝ I can almost TASTE it. ❞

It came as no surprise that she was finally being removed from her home. They would say it was for her own protection but it was clear in Elrond's tone when he had explained things that it was also due to the fact that she frightened people...Like she herself wasn't frightened. Scared that the darkness would come back for her. That HE would come back for her. But so were they. So the council had elected to move her elsewhere to ease her into getting better. Made it all about her so she wouldn't feel terrible. But she knew the other side of the coin. It was the people too...

It hadn't been a long journey but by the time they reached Mirkwood she felt worn thin. Her anxiety was nearly suffocating her as they waited for their audience with King Thranduil. She could feel eyes on her and though they were merely skeptical, hardly judgmental, she still felt sick. What if her stay her was rejected? Her own people would surely isolate her elsewhere. Somewhere more unpleasant. She was white knuckled at the thought. As if all of this was all her fault. Elrond attempted to her ease her of course. But she merely shifted away from his gentle touch, tucking her arm into her cloak and wrapping it tighter around herself.

Would this end well at all?

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      “--And next week, you will turn your back on your own kin!” His voice thundered in the halls surrounding them. Many an Elf must’ve heard him, but the Dwarf didn’t mind. In fact, he rather wished for them to know how angry he was with their king -- with all of them, in fact. 

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Elrond didn’t want or mean to lecture the elven king because it wasn’t his place but the healer in him had come out. He didn’t want to see something worse happen to the other in a moment of inattention. Moving to tend to the wound he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t become infected. He made sure to be gentle with his touch and ministrations. His stormy eyes focused on Thranduil for a long moment as he listened to him.

“Are you sure that is all it was?” He asked gently as he glanced at the other, continuing to treat the wound.

Happy belated New Year everyone.

So, towards the end of last year I started thinking on how I could get organised with this blog and my thranduil blog ( @purestarlxght ) so that my absences online are fewer.

As I’m working from home on Wednesdays and Thursdays for the foreseeable future, I will endeavour to use these afternoons to be online.

I’m planning on organising a timetable for my muses activity - not quite sure on it yet but Web will probably be this week. I’ll probably have a couple of muses active each week. I’ll update you when I’ve decided which ones. I’m probably going to be on Thranduil once every two weeks.

I’ll keep you posted! Thank you, as always, for your patience 🖤

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Bilbo raised a brow noticing the amusement in the Elvenking’s voice. For some reason he had the idea that Thranduil was not taking him seriously. Was that because of his height or what? He tried not to be offended at that - he was a High Elf after all, but it still annoyed him somehow. He might not be this amused if he knew what I have heard and seen while staying in his palace - unseen and uninvited, he thought to himself.

“Well, My Lord, it depends,” he finally said, answering his question, “if you consider a group of drunk Dwarves dangerous.”

( o o c ) : sorry I’ve not been on... I’m on a family retreat! Same goes for my other two blogs @purestarlxght and @despairwrought . I’ll be back on next week 💕

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To say that 37 was afraid would be like saying that the ocean is wet: a gross and overwhelming understatement. She’d woken up in a strange area filled with god only knew how many hostiles and she didn’t even have her damn handler. She was still healing from her last punishment, the scar across her front still an angry violet, surely she couldn’t have fucked up this badly already? Was not healing fast enough now a punishable offense? Maybe she was being put on a mission to prove she was sorry or something. This had to be an infiltration. That made sense. Though why wasn’t she at least given a simple ‘hope you speak x’ by a handler? 

She nearly knocked herself out trying to reach out to the nearest mind. It was too much and that scared her. She’d never encountered anything like it but the more she reached the more she encountered it. How in the hell was she supposed to blend in if she couldn’t even pin down what language they spoke or what the others around them looked like? Finally she found a mind that burned but not to the point of the others. She snuck in running through the languages stored within flicking through memories at random. Long jet black hair fat fingers reaching up to tangle themselves in a curtain of hair, pale skin with cheeks the color of a pink rose she laughs at your joke despite it not being all that funny and your heart skips a beat, green eyes the color of emerald you clutch the small trinket to you tightly as you run it will bring you luck she said. you hope to eru this proves true, pointed - no not that pointed; subtlety was key - ears. She looked around for new clothes as she quietly continued learning. 

Once she’d finished learning and found some clothes to ‘borrow’ she left, quiet as a church mouse, to try and find a way out. She wandered for a time slipping in and out of the minds she could safely touch to try and get a full picture of where she was and why on earth She would have her infiltrate. It wasn’t easy to stay hidden here, there were guards crawling all over the place like ants. This had to be some strange military base. No one had this many guards without them being an active base or being The Project. She preferred the former given there were children here. Somehow, against all hope, she’d managed it but all things had to come to an end and oh god had it found an end.

She’d found herself in a throne room, it had to be no other place would have such an obnoxiously impractical and large seat as the focal point, and of course the king had to be home. Where the hell were the guards that should be forming a two man thick barricade between her and him as she stood frozen there like a deer in the headlights. Instinct told her that he was Above Her and therefore she should not keep up the charade. She swiftly shifted back to her natural form sans her wings. They’d be too tightly cramped under the dress and it wasn’t exactly hers to modify to accommodate them.

Her eyes almost glazed over as she blurted the first thing that came to mind: “Weapon enigma-37 reporting. Your payment has been received and processed. You have chosen an undetermined amount of time for the mission I am to be sent on. While this does mean you can keep me for longer you do need to report back to my handler (who should have already gotten in contact with you at least three days prior to my arrival) every three months to inform them that the mission will take more time to complete. As some have tried to abuse this to keep weapons longer than necessary: failure to do so will result in my termination and you will not be refunded. If the mission is not completed to your complete satisfaction please get in contact with my handler. I will be picked up at earliest convenience and you will have a full refund in your bank account within the next seven business days.”

Reflexively her eyes searched him for weak points. He was far enough away where he would have an advantage over her in a fight but there were plenty of pits to try and drive him towards should it come to that. She could fly and she had to assume, since she had yet to meet another who could, that he could not.

“I-I don’t know what my mission is,” she quietly admitted, hastily adding, “but I will complete it to the best of my abilities. I’m still healing from a close call though if I’m here it means I’ve been cleared. I can take many forms but this is my natural. If you have someone you’d prefer I take the appearance of I merely need some sort of reference. Memories are best as they give me a chance to learn their speech pattern as well as their body language.”

rules. tag people you’d like to get to know better tagged by. @purestarlxght

favorite color. Especially red and magenta. Though I also like most other colours that aren’t 1) super bright neon colours 2) yellow. (Black, grey and dark shades of brown are rather low on that list as well) top 3 favorite ships. I’m honestly not a big shipper at all...so these are just random ships I do like. The order has nothing to say!

1) Will Turner & Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean) 

2) Belle & the Beast

3) Tony Stark & Pepper Potts

lipstick or chapstick. Neither. I’m too lazy for makeup most of the time. last song. Ainulindale - Oonagh last movie. I think it was Three Musketeers (the 1993 version) currently reading. Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring (in English! That’s important since it’s not my mother tongue!)

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☂: five favorite books: Sophie’s world, The Hobbit, Cell and the countless Legend of Zelda books I have

☃: five favorite movies: The Hobbit, Resident Evil, Marvel movies, Mamma Mia and Alien are the first ones that came to my mind

♫: five songs that remind me of my muse: Song of the lonely mountain, I see Fire, Brother stand beside me, Coming home and Tears of Blood

✉: write a letter to your muse: Dear Kili, please reconsidering about being so self-sacrificing and get some more training before you wish to save the world. You’re no use to anyone if you’re dead.

Thank you so much for asking!

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    These days, the single father was so wrapped up in his own messy world that he sometimes genuinely forgot about the world outside of that. Everything was his son; he went to work to support his son, he got up in the morning to help his son get ready for the day, he saved his money to pay for his son’s clothes and food and toys… everything else was just the static in between. Doing things for himself, these days, was just unheard of.

    ❝ Lunch? ❞ he repeated, as though it was a completely foreign word to him. How long had it been, since he lost his wife, that he had done anything for himself? Too long, clearly, as a pang of guilt shot across his heart for even considering doing something for himself, and not his son, for a change.

    ❝ What… what did you have in mind? ❞ he asked, awkwardly trying to ignore the voice at the back of his mind that told him he should be focusing on his child. He tried to push it back; that voice governed his every waking moment and it was exhausting. He could do nothing for himself. Everything had been pushed aside and put on hold since it became just him and his son. Even his career, everything. Nothing in his life was for himself anymore.

                                         MAIRON had completely changed since their ❛ A ❜ Level days. She was then just a conservative young lady, drowned in books and preferred to be alone, talented with Chemistry and in History. Now she was far different, apart from formerly auburn hair dyed to blonde. She walked within a  COMMANDING  air with a chin held high and strides so flawless.

                                        ❝ Yes, ❞   she said, her lips curling into a  SWEET  smile with a tilted head. Her voice was still laced with her British accent but before her return to her hometown, it was toned down to qualify as American. She had rather been so secretive about her departure, never as much as update or ask anyone she knew how they were doing. Her parents seemed to refuse to speak about her, then, as well. What she had done there was a  MYSTERY .   ❝ I haven’t seen you in years, have I ? ❞

                                        ❝ I saw a really impressive Italian restaurant not so long ago-- I don’t remember it being there before, so I assume it’s new. ❞   She shoved her hands into her coat’s pocket, shrugging one shoulder.    ❝ My treat but I understand if you can’t. ❞

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    A cavalier smirk rest upon his lips as an eyebrow rose in amusement.

     ❝ What makes you think I would comply with such a request? ❞ he replied, haughtily. ❝ A king makes commands, he does not follow them… at least not without good cause… do you have that? ❞

                                    FINGERS reached out to hold the goblet before her, bringing it up to her lips. Once she parted from the wine she drank, she gave a not-so SUBTLE of a SCOWL. She placed it down, turning to one of the Elven servants, ❝ It’s DREADFUL, ❞ she told him. And then she turned once more to the King, her brown eyes shining as she feigned a SMILE.

                                   ❝ It depends upon how one would DEFINE good. I take it your good is my bad and my good is your bad, ❞ she replied coolly.

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In which Thrandy has apparently decided to join AFK Arena in his spare time