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linasofia · 1 year

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A Shooting Star

Part 5

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Vega

Summary: Lady Vega loves to sneak out to Erebor’s rampart to study the night sky, but one night, an unexpected visitor joins her. It is the beginning of a story whose end only the stars can tell.

Warnings: none

A/N: This is the fifth part of this fic. You can read all the previous parts here.

Special thanks to @legolasbadass & @lathalea 💙💙

Khuzdul: Thutratur - Little star

A careful knock on the front door interrupted Vega’s late lunch with her mother. Vega, always keen to assist her—even though her mother told her repeatedly that she was not that old yet—was the one answering the door. The women had been to the market and filled their basket with herbs, dried flowers, yarn, and a thin roll of silk. Vega’s mother enjoyed sewing small bags and filling them with different fragrances—to Vega’s father’s dislike. He thought it was a waste of money to seal good herbs in a bag instead of letting them slowly cook in a stew, but Lady Vanadis paid no attention to her husband’s remarks, and the bags stayed.

On the other side of the door stood a young dwarf, barely old enough to be growing a beard, and in his hand, he held a book wrapped with a ribbon to prevent the tome from opening.

”Delivery to Lady Vega, from the Royal Library.”

”I have not requested this.” Vega lowered her voice—she was certain she was not expecting deliveries.

”I was asked to deliver this to you in person, My Lady. Let me assure you that all is in order.” He held out the book with a kind smile, and as Vega thanked him, he made a courteous bow and left. She closed the door with a frown and took a closer look at the book. The cover was blue, and it appeared to be ancient. She ran her fingertips along the back, and her heart skipped a beat when she read the intriguing title. The Book of the Heavens, Volume III, The Stars of Kheled-zâram. Only one person could have sent it to her. She would have to wait until after lunch before she could lock the door to her chamber and give the book its deserved attention. She groaned impatiently, and she decided to put the unexpected gift on her nightstand, next to her candle, and come back to it as soon as possible.

”Who was at the door?” Her mother was watching her curiously as she returned to her seat.

”It was just a book delivery, amad. I have been trying to find something new to read for a while.”

”Then I hope it is what you are looking for.” Lady Vanadis smiled, and Vega felt a sour taste in her mouth, as if she had eaten one of those small, strange candies her friend once brought back from the market in Dale. Vega hated lying, especially to her mother, but it was a small lie—and necessary.

When lunch was finished, Vega boiled her mother a cup of chamomile tea and then retreated to her chamber with a vague excuse. As soon as she closed the door, a feeling of energizing curiosity washed over her, like the refreshing water from the cold stream near the Blue Mountains—in which she had washed her hands and face many times in the past. She picked up the book, sat down on her bed, took off the beautiful ribbon, and started to examine the details of the cover. Time and eager fingers had left marks on the leather, but the book was still in decent condition. Very carefully, Vega opened the book. Inside lay a folded paper, different from the characteristic color of the old pages in the book. A note. Vega grabbed it and quickly closed the book. The handwriting was beautiful, no doubt practiced during endless hours in the youth of the sender. She read it, holding her breath.

Dearest Vega,

I hope my letter finds its way to your hands, as intended. A messenger reached Erebor yesterday morning, carrying a message for Lord Dain. A series of unexpected incidents forces him to leave Erebor in greater haste than planned. I will be accompanying him, and together we will deal with the matter. Do not be alarmed; it is of a political nature and not in arms way. I am likely to miss the next full moon, but I will watch it from the Iron Hills, picturing your delightful company.

Affectionately, Thorin

Vega read it slowly one more time, trying to take in his words. The next full moon was only days away, and her thoughts quickly jumped between disappointment for him leaving the Mountain and the greatest joy. Thorin did not only write her a personal note—he arranged for a discreet delivery, too. Vega pressed the note to her chest and closed her eyes. Her silly heart refused to listen and made it impossible for her to relax. He cared enough to let her know. She hoped he would return soon, but in his absence, she had what seemed to be a very interesting book to read. With a smile, she hid the note in the book, caressed the cover, and returned to her mother. She needed an instant distraction. Any chores would do.

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The nights were shorter and warmer upon his return than when Thorin accompanied Dain to the Iron Hills. His stay in his cousin’s halls lasted longer than planned, but his loyalty towards Dain could not be neglected. Now, however, he was pleased to be on his way home. He wanted to breathe the air of his halls, sit on his throne, visit the massive forges and feel their heat penetrate all his layers of clothing. And he wanted to stand on the rampart and drown in a pair of enchanting emerald eyes. Vega. Not a single day had passed without her occupying his mind. As he sat by the fire, with a full belly, surrounded by Dwalin and some of the most loyal warriors in Erebor—members of the royal guard—he turned his gaze to the sky. The night air was clear, and the stars appeared even brighter than they did in Erebor. Sheltered behind a number of large rocks, they had made a fire and were as comfortable as it could be expected in this terrain. Heavy smoke rose from the fire—the wood they collected was wet and hissed in protest as they lit it. But with the certain persistence only found among dwarves, the logs finally gave in and burned steadily.

It was more pleasant to sleep under the stars when the winter storms were gone and less precautions were necessary. Thorin looked at the moon and let his mind drift to Vega. Her smile alone had the ability to warm him from the inside and out, and his mind grew soft—as if he was nothing more than a young, inexperienced dwarf. The laughter from the men beside him soon pulled his attention back to the dancing fire. Frustrated, he stood up from his seat and the group silenced, expecting him to speak. But he had no such intentions. Instead he gave a quiet word to Dwalin and then walked away to seek a private moment high up on the massive rock furthest away from the light. He unclasped his baldric in which he carried Orcrist, sat down and let it rest between his boots. These parts were relatively safe, but he knew better than to walk around unarmed, even with the guards nearby. Thorin turned his attention to the sky again. It was beautiful, but it would have been even more mesmerizing if Vega was seated next to him. When he concentrated, he could hear her voice in his head; warm, encouraging, and sensual. He smiled to himself. In his thoughts, she was whispering his name.

The spring’s warm rays of light made the low bushes below the Mountain slopes explode in crispy green colors. Life was returning to the grass and a lonely thrush searched desperately for a mate high over the slopes, filling the air with its song of hope and longing. When Thorin finally entered the front gate to his kingdom, it was with the same longing in his chest—but his search was over. By a chance meeting under the stars, he had found the one he had given up searching for long ago. Until he met Vega, he had been convinced these feelings were never meant for him. But after their last encounter on the rampart, Thorin no longer doubted Vega felt something too—the real question was if she would dare to speak the words her eyes had already revealed to him. He wanted to see her as soon as possible; the time spent in the Iron Hills only made his feelings stronger. Thorin knew exactly where he wanted them to meet for their next stargazing, and this time, nobody would interrupt them.

Vega’s heart was excitedly beating as she hurried further away from the massive gate. She expected it to be harder to leave the Mountain during the evening, but the gate was open and a stream of merchants was coming to Erebor with carts and wagons pulled by goats or ponies, so she only had to hide in the crowd to skean away unnoticed. She grasped the note in the pocket of her skirt, a note she received the same morning—sealed with the official stamp by the King Under the Mountain. Vega knew breaking the royal seal, if you were not its rightful receiver, was considered a serious crime, but she was unsure if the stories of punishment were true. They all originated from a time when King Thrór ruled under the Mountain and Vega was certain Thorin did not share his grandfather's merciless ideas.

As Vega came closer to the large stone, which marked the road to Erebor as a path for fair trade, her attention was caught by a figure moving in what was left of the light from the fading day. With part of the sky still glowing behind him, Thorin came walking towards her, a broad smile on his face. He was dressed less formally than during their previous meetings—still regal—and without the heavy authority of his crown.

”Vega,” he spoke softly as they got closer. ”I am delighted to see you received my message.” Her smile made his endless waiting worth it.

”Good evening, Thorin. Yes, it was delivered to me this morning. Thankfully, my mother was not at home, so I was spared the hard work of trying to explain why I received a letter with your unmistakable seal.” A small teasing tone lingered in her voice, but Thorin instantly picked it up and took it, together with her visibly relaxed shoulders, as a sign of how comfortable she was in his company. What he hoped for was within reach—he could feel it. Vega had possibly started to see beyond the heavy fabrics and his royal duties. Could it be that she sometimes thought of him as only Thorin?

”For a lady who—night after night—manages to sneak out to the rampart in the middle of the night, surely, a simple note cannot be difficult to explain?” Vega’s hearty reaction to his reply made it even harder for Thorin to refrain from instantly taking her in his arms. Vega’s giggle bubbled like warm water in a hot spring, and her unusual emerald eyes glittered like the stars in Durin’s Crown.

”You have not met my mother. She can make even the toughest liar confess.”

”I will keep that in mind,” Thorin said with a grin, and the thought of meeting Vega’s mother—not only as Lord Vimar’s wife—briefly crossed his mind. ”I want to show you something,” he changed focus. ”It’s not too far, but I hope it will be to your liking.”

Vega nodded, and they parted from the road and started walking over the sprouting grass. It did not take long for Vega to break the silence; she was curious about how his travel went and what Thorin had seen and experienced while on the road. Thorin gladly told her, her unquestionable curiosity guiding him through his journey and all its significant events.

Eventually, they reached the endless fields with black, large rocks in strange formations. The rocks were remains from battles long before their time, when the stones were used in war and slung by beasts much larger than any dwarf. Thorin stopped by one of the massive stones, offered Vega his hand for support, and urged her to start climbing until she got to the flat top. He followed her closely.

As they sat down, Vega noticed how Thorin placed himself close, but still with a respectful distance between them. A small sting of disappointment cut through her body—she wanted him near—but Thorin was known to be an honorable dwarf, and for that, she was equally grateful. The sky above them felt even grander than from the rampart, and Vega eagerly searched for the constellation she knew by heart. The night was quiet, the cold winter winds had returned to the north, and not even the smallest breeze disturbed Vega as she turned to Thorin with an excited smile.

”It is still early spring, but if you look closely, you can spot Raven’s Nest far to the east.”

”I do not know what to look for. Please, describe it for me.”

Vega beamed at him and moved a little closer, holding out her arm and pointing to the east. ”It is a tiny constellation—nothing more than a small circle of stars. And just outside the circle is a single star, shining brighter than all of the others. Can you see it?”

Thorin followed her pointed finger but failed to see what she was trying to show him. Countless stars gazed back at them as he carefully moved so he came to sit close to her. It was a small advancement—but he knew he crossed the line for her private space. To his great surprise, she leaned—ever so slightly—against him and then urged him to look closer. Suddenly it became clear to him what stars she meant. Vega had been right the first time they met; when one knew what to look for, it was easy to find. But before that, the small constellation was well hidden among the other stars, hard to discover. Just like a real raven's nest.

”I see it,” he mumbled, suddenly unable to think of anything else than her beautiful hair, which spread as a dark shawl over her back, teasing his gaze and fingers. He loved that she braided only half her hair; the style made her appearance relaxed, but not undressed. Thorin allowed himself to imagine how she might look with all her dark hair spilling freely over her shoulders, and the significance and intimacy of the picture made his body ache for her.

With a frantically beating heart, Vega took a deep breath as the musky scent from the dwarf beside her reached her nose. He was irresistible before, but now, all she could think of was how much more of him she wanted. The thought of him touching her made her head spin, and her heart leaped in her chest when he cleared his throat. She forced herself to focus on the stars—instead of thinking of the size of his hands.

”The Raven’s Nest tells the story of how the ravens came to be allied with the dwarves of Erebor in the first place. I am certain you know the story, Thorin.”

”I do,” Thorin replied fondly as he thought of his own friendship with Roäc.

”I love the story,” Vega continued quietly, as if speaking more to herself than to him. ”How it came to be, a long time ago, when a tiny raven fell out of the nest and badly hurt its wing. The nestling was picked up—and saved from a certain death—by a young prince of Erebor. He cared for the bird until it was healed and they formed an unlikely bond.” She turned to meet Thorin’s gaze. ”The lonely bright star in the constellation represents that raven and I always think of my home in the Blue Mountains when I see it. I never fell—I was excited to leave—but there were times I missed what I had.”

Thorin nodded and placed a hand behind Vega, allowing her to come even closer if she wished. She seemed to hesitate, but then she leaned against his shoulder, and a warm feeling spread in Thorin’s chest. They sat in silence, listening to the quiet surrounding—and their beating hearts.

”Vega,” Thorin was the first to break the silence, and when Vega lifted her head from his shoulder and met his gaze, the expression in her eyes made him speechless. There were simply no words strong enough to express what he felt in his heart; they belonged together. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he lifted his hand to gently caress her cheek.

His lips were remarkably soft. Much softer than Vega ever imagined when she—without even thinking—pressed her lips against his. Thorin’s beard tickled her skin as he cupped her face with both his hands, and he held her tenderly while they carefully explored the new sensation. What started as an innocent kiss quickly escalated to a sensual dance between them, and the pleasant smell of pine and fine tobacco surrounded her when he wrapped his arms around her. With only the moon and the stars as their witnesses, Thorin kissed her passionately—until she was burning on the inside. When they eventually broke the kiss, Thorin reached for her hand. After taking such a bold initiative, Vega felt more vulnerable than she had ever done and she could feel her heart racing—not only from their kiss.

”In your hands, you hold my heart,” Thorin said softly as he carefully placed Vega’s palm upon his chest. ”Please, be gentle.”

”Thorin… what are you saying?” Vega whispered and stared into the mesmerizing azure eyes resting on her. She could sense his warmth through the fabric of his tunic.

”I offer you my heart—such as it is. What I feel when I am with you is something I have never felt before.” He squeezed her hand. ”I wish to court you, Vega. I wish for us to meet more often—beneath the full moon is not enough. If you accept, I can openly show my feelings for you.” Thorin fell silent. What he said was true, but there was more to it than just that. Even if he did not look old, the sorrow he constantly carried had made his heart age much faster than his body. He did not want to waste time now that he had finally met Vega. She was his torch in the dark, his guiding star in the night and she alone had impacted his predicted path in life. In return, he wanted to give her everything.

Vega swallowed hard. The words she secretly dreamed to hear Thorin speak were finally uttered, and it filled her with excitement beyond measure. Hope mingled with insecurity in his eyes, creating an expression of deepest earnestness. He was watching her so intently, she was not sure her voice would hold.

”Of course I accept,” she then said, and the smile she received in return was warmer than the flames of a newly lit fire. Thorin pulled her even closer, and with a firm arm around her lower back he kissed her again.

”Will you do me the honor of braiding your hair?” Thorin mumbled as he rested his forehead against Vega’s.

”Yes,” she breathed, thankful to be sitting down. She felt dizzy but not in a discomforting way, and she trusted Thorin. Since she came of age, she had—with the support of her mother—turned down several suitors. This time however, her heart made the decision for her, and she was helpless against the strong force in its arrangement.

With a slight tremble in his hands, Thorin selected a part of Vega’s hair, remembering what his sister had taught him a long time ago about making a complementary braid into a woman’s already existing pattern. When he found the perfect placement, he braided slowly, savoring the moment and taking pleasure in the feeling of her soft hair running between his fingers. The braid turned out beautiful, as if he had practiced it countless times, and Thorin took it as another sign from Mahal that Vega was his One. He removed a clasp with the symbol of his house, along with his name, from his hair and attached it to the end of Vega’s braid. When he was done, she turned and looked happily at him while running her fingertips over the newest addition to her hairstyle. She was, without doubt, even more gorgeous when carrying his courting braid, and Thorin leaned in to kiss her again, feeling lighter on the inside than he had done in ages.

”Thorin,” Vega’s voice was serious but laced with insecurity. She had never had this type of conversation with anyone, especially not with a king. Nor did she wear anything suitable for Thorin, but in a moment of insight, she realized she had a bead she received as a young woman while living in the Blue Mountains. Since they had both spent many years there, and the metal was inscribed with her name, she hoped it would do—at least for now. It was easy to remove, she discovered thankfully, as she reached for it, and when she had it safely in her hand, she met Thorin’s gaze again.

”Will you allow me to braid your hair in return?” When the words fell from her lips, they sounded like the most natural things to say. Vega sighed blissfully when he smiled back at her. The king was not present—it was only Thorin.

”Nothing would make me more happy at this moment, thutratur.”

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gothicprep · 9 months

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so, you might have seen this tweet or some parody version of it. it went insanely viral last week.

i'm not all that interested in litigating the substance of it. i just want to talk about the poster, because he has an interesting backstory.

so, his name is johnathan perkins. he went to uva law. in his third year, which would have been in 2011, he wrote a letter to the virginia law weekly claiming that he had been harassed by campus police while walking home from a party. he's black and he claims he was racially profiled. from it:

The race problem in America persists. In most aspects of society (education, housing, employment, etc.), black people and white people live in two different worlds. As a result, most Americans are raised in racially sterilized environments. Oftentimes when race is brought up, white people are accused of being prejudiced, insensitive, and out of touch, while black people are accused of having chips on their shoulders, playing the victim, and race-baiting [...] I am writing this column not to complain, but to share a story. It is a story that is all too familiar to black Americans but it remains foreign to many of my white classmates.

he then goes into immense detail about this encounter, including dialogue. he writes:

It was clear at that point that the officers were toying with me for their own entertainment. When the officers discovered my UVA I.D., and informed them that I was a law student, they looked at one another and sarcastically said, “Oh, he’s a law student.” The fact that I informed them that I was in law school made the situation even more tense. [...] At that point, one of the officers spun me around, pushed me toward their car, and placed my hands on the rear of the vehicle. Imprinted on my mind was the police treatment of Oscar Grant Jr., Amadou Diallo, and Abner Louima, so naturally I did not resist. Standing there, I saw dozens of people staring at me as they returned home from last call.

then there's more detail, and he ends with, "I am writing this column because it is important for my classmates to hear a real-life anecdote illustrating the myth of equal protection under the law."

so as you can imagine, this letter caused a big ole stir at uva. the university conducted an investigation. here's the press release, which is available through the atlantic's reporting on this:

On May 5, after a thorough investigation into allegations that University of Virginia police officers had mistreated an African-American law student, the individual acknowledged that his story had been a fabrication. “I wrote the article to bring attention to the topic of police misconduct,” he said in a written statement. “The events in the article did not occur.”

wait, though. it gets even weirder.

uva decided not to press charges on him for false reporting. here's the police chief's response, also reported in the same atlantic piece:

I recognize that police misconduct does occur. Pressing charges in this case might inhibit another individual who experiences real police misconduct from coming forward with a complaint. I want to send the message just how seriously we take such charges and that we will always investigate them with care and diligence.

he had an honor trial, and was acquitted. he went on to practice law, then he got a job at harvard, now he does full time DEI.

HOWEVER, the story doesn't end there. six years later, in 2017, he wrote an article for the marshall project called "A ‘Routine’ Stop Almost Ended My Career Before It Started" where he claims that after he wrote that letter and the university announced their investigation, he was contacted by the FBI.

I expressed surprise that the FBI had become involved. The agent responded that he had been sent by the head of the FBI’s Richmond Division and that the bureau planned to open a civil rights investigation. But instead of asking me to recount my story as one might expect, the agent laid out a set of consequences if I continued to press my complaint. He said that a swarm of FBI agents would descend upon Charlottesville to question my friends, family, and classmates. He said that agents would visit the office of the Philadelphia law firm where I had a post-graduation job lined up. He explained in no uncertain terms that these consequences and others were inevitable so long as I maintained my allegations.

he goes on to say that he signed the letter recanting his statement under pressure from the FBI. he writes, "I yielded and agreed to sign a statement, dictated by the agent, that recanted the facts set forth in my letter to the editor. Doing so has been my life’s chief regret."

basically, over this complaint about campus police harassment, the federal gov't got involved and threatened to destroy his life unless he dropped it and that they were working with the local police to do this.

so, it sounds shady as shit to me. i'm assuming it does to you as well. but the cavalier daily, which is the uva student paper, did a pretty thorough investigation into this, and it's not conclusive. there's no public records that turned up any corroborating evidence. they don't have any FOIA request that proved his story beyond a shadow of a doubt. the local police and the FBI didn't respond to requests for comments. but perkins named the FBI agent and he provided the paper with what he claimed to be a voicemail that the FBI agent left for him.

Perkins said he returned Hilland’s call, during which Hilland notified Perkins he was waiting for him at his car in the Law School parking lot and wanted to speak with him. Perkins said Hilland was accompanied by two UPD officers tasked with investigating Perkins’ claim of harassment against the UPD — Capt. Melissa Fielding and Lt. Michael Blakey. According to Perkins, the three of them went into a meeting room in the office suite of Martha Ballenger, then Law School Assistant Dean for Students Affairs, for an interrogation.

so, it's not dispositive, but the story he's telling is so spectacular that i'd need way more evidence than that. he does name the names of the people involved, which does lend a lot more credence to this. and if this hadn't happened, i feel like the FBI would deny it.

like, i just feel like there's something missing here, man. crazy law enforcement shit has happened in the past, but the initial event is such small potatoes. think of the risk the FBI would be putting themselves at by bringing the hammer down on something like that. it's such a weird story, but now i want to get to the bottom of it. there's something going on here, i'm just not totally sure what it is.

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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Hi beautiful! I hope you like my commission:

Thorin's little daughter coloring or painting and adding sparkles and ribbons to the orcrist, in the end it kinda looks like cartoon kitty kissy face with ribbons hanging on the handle and her only explanation is: it looked boring before! Now it at least looks pretty.

Reader (thorin's wife, who's been with him since the quest) can't help but laugh and agree. Just family fluff moments :) - Irene <3

Ohmygoodness Irene, I loved writing this so much! I hope you love it as much as I do:

It was quiet, oddly quiet, you noted as you looked up from your papers, your eyes narrowing as you listened in for the sound of giggles or little feet running on the floor. It was just before high noon, and your daughter was nowhere to be found.

��Thorin,” You caught your husband’s attention, who looked up from his adjacent desk, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“What is it?”

“Where’s kurkarukê (my little raven)?” You stood from your desk, brows furrowing. It was too quiet. Normally she would have been running in and out, demanding to be in your lap, playing with your desk supplies, then running to Thorin and playing with his hair before then loudly exclaiming how hungry she was for the three of you to go enjoy lunch together.

“I haven’t seen her since this morning and she isn’t due for nap time until later this afternoon, after lunch,” You explained, rounding your desk. This was not like her. She was not a quiet child, no, she was loud and boisterous and craved excitement, much like her cousin, Kili.

“Didn’t Balin agree to look after her since we had our council meeting this morning?”

Pausing in your strides, you ran through your memory as you began to bite at your lip. “Yes, he did, but that was hours ago…”

“Surely he would have brought her back after they were done with their activities,” Thorin reassured, knowing how worried and protective you get over your little child.

“Right…” You mumbled, looking at the door with your furrowed expression remaining.

Chuckling amusedly to himself, Thorin shook his head. “Go check on her, you know you want to.”

“I think I will,” You agreed, walking to his desk to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t work too hard while I’m gone,” You teased, a grin forming on your face as he leaned upwards to press a kiss to your own cheek.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He grumbled, looking to the stack of letters he had yet to formally address.

Exiting the Royal Office, you headed straight to Balin’s office. Maybe he had her set up to do some arts and crafts while her father and yourself worked.

“Kurkarukê? Balin?” You called as you rapped your knuckles on the door, a grin growing on your face as you heard her begin to squeal with giggles.

“What’s going on, hm?” You spoke out loud as you entered the office. She was laying on her stomach by herself on the floor, Balin nowhere in sight as she poured what appeared to be “stardust” that you two bought in the market a few days ago.

“Make pretty!” She giggled with glee as her little legs kicked in the air, amusement clear in her voice as she sat up to grab bright pink and green ribbon.

“Oh?” You inquired, walking forward, expecting to see a piece of paper or maybe a wooden toy Bofur had crafted for her–

“Is that… Your father’s sword?” You did your best to keep your composure as you knelt beside her, watching as she began to wrap the handle in the green ribbon.

“Mhm!” She nodded, tongue sticking out as she carefully turned the sword to wrap underneath it. The blade’s shiny reflective surface was soon covered beneath wrappings of thick vibrant green. Only now did you notice the gold detailing on it.

“What’re you doing now?” You couldn’t help but ask, realizing she’s taking away room to pour more of her glitter.

“Gotta wrap it, amad (mother),” She said simply, not really paying you any mind. “Why do we have to wrap it?”

“So no ouchies,” She said in a tone that reflected how silly she thought your question was, almost as if the word “duh” was lingering on her tongue but out of respect she chose to not say it.

“Ah, silly me,” You pretended to smack your forehead as you sat down properly.

“And this?” You held up the roll of pink ribbon.

“Bows!” She cheered, gluing down the rest of the green ribbon so it would hold in place before launching into action.

She gripped the pink ribbon and carefully made little bows before taking her glue and gluing it onto the handle.

“What do you think about a big bow?” You encouraged with a grin on your face, causing her own lit up with the realization that she can make a giant bow to go on the tip of the sword.

“Help, amad?”

“Amad helps,” You agreed, grabbing a large section of the ribbon. “Where do you want it?”

“Here!” She grabbed the tip, and if it was not wrapped so meticulously in green ribbon, you would’ve panicked about her cutting herself.

“Alright,” You nodded, wrapping the ribbon around the tip of the sword to make a large extravagant bow.

“How’s that?”

“Pretty,” She cooed, eyes wide as she looked at your bows compared to hers.

“Can…Can we do ribbon on the handle, too?” She asked, holding out the green ribbon.

“Yeah? How would you want it on the ribbon, bunnanunê? (My tiny treasure)”

She got a serious look on her face and brought her hand up to her mouth, much like you’ve caught yourself doing when you’re thinking hard about something. A warm feeling swarmed your stomach as you realized she was picking up on your mannerisms.

“Like…Little tass..tas…”

“Tassels?” You threw out the word, brows furrowing as you tried to figure out what word she was attempting to say.

“Yeah!” She screeched in happiness, nearly falling back when you got what she meant, making a smile bloom on your face.

“Tassles it is!”

The next five minutes were spent decorating the Orcrist, her little giggles making there way to Thorin as he exited the office, concerned when you didn’t come back.

“(Y/n)?” He called out, making his way to Balin’s door.

“Thorin,” Balin greeted in the hallway, holding a tray of tea and cookies.

“Is (D/N) in your office?” Thorin tilted his head, but his question actually answered itself when he heard her fall into a fit of laughs again.

“I think I hear your adad (father),” You whispered, getting up off the ground. “Come… Let’s show him your hard work.”

“Yes!” She pushed herself up to stand and began to drag the sword.

Thorin furrowed his brow, looking between the door and Balin.

“What is that sound-”

The office door flung open just as your daughter was able to hold the sword upright. What was once a terrifying weapon crafted by fine Elvish blacksmiths, was now decorated in vibrant purple paint, glitter, ribbon and so…Many…Bows.

Opening and shutting his mouth repeatedly, Thorin looked between your daughter and you, confusion in his expression. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth, immediately bringing your hand under your nose to hide your grin as you pretended to cough.

“What’s…” He cleared his throat, “What is all of this?”

“Your sword was so boring, adad,” (D/N) groaned but grinned soon after, smile blinding as she held up her masterpiece. “But now…It’s acceptable.”

“Acceptable for what?”

“Play-time…Obviously.” The sass she held back for you was no longer hidden as she engaged with her father.

“Do you like it?” Her eyes went big as she gauged her father’s reaction, and you couldn’t help but give Thorin the stare. ‘You better tell this child how fabulous her art is,’ is what your expression said as Thorin gave a pained smile.

“It’s beautiful, Khajimel (gift of all gifts).”

“Yay!” She cheered, swinging the sword around. “Amad helped!” She hugged onto your legs as Thorin raised a brow at you.

“Did she now?” Gulping at his reply, you couldn’t help but nod.

“She needed help with her big bow and tassels, as a mother, it’s obvious that my duty was to help her maximize her crafting potential,” You defended, demeanor calm as you petted (D/N)’s hair.

“Maximize the potential” She echoed your sentiment, lip movements exaggerated as she swiveled her head, making you burst into laughter.

“Maximize indeed,” Thorin murmured fondly as Balin chuckled.

“After all that crafting, I think surely you need a snack little one?”

“Yes, please!” She grinned at Balin, sword forgotten on the ground as she bounded off with him to his desk to eat the cookies he brought.

“Maximize her crafting potential?” Thorin quirked his brow at you as he chuckled under his breath, bringing you into a hug.

“Absolutely,” You mumbled as he pressed your foreheads together.

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quatregats · 8 months

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I was tagged by @tucurui to make my URL from the first letters of song names <3

Q - Quina calitja (La Gossa Sorda)

U - Udarako gau luzeak (Vendetta)

A - Ahora o nunca (Ciudad Jara)

T - The Foggy Dew (Sinéad O'Connor and the Chieftains)

R - Ruido (Fuel Fandango ft. Amadou & Miriam)

E - El desich (Marala)

G - Goigs de la Mare de Déu de Solsona (Roger Mas)

A - Averno (Tanxugueiras)

T - Tou Votanikoú (Tarta Relena)

S - Sweet Mary Starbuck (Alex Sturbaum)

I'll tag @spraakentusiast, @sarduy, @no-passaran, @chatwiththeclouds, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#just various songs i have been listening to this year #i didn't have my tarta relena phase on here but i'm so obsessed with them <333 #also got to see them live in person which is HUGE and they were so good!!!#honorable mention to el suicidi i el cant which i'm minorly obsessed with #also sweet mary starbuck <33 which i reblogged from someone on here not realizing that it was alex sturbaum's own tumblr lol #and not realizing that they also wrote big black bird which is a great song too <3333 #sweet mary starbuck is lovely though! someone sang it when i went to the pub sing and i was so happy <3

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longeyelashedtragedy · 6 months

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@fanficburner thanks for tagging me:

"make a playlist from the letters of your username" type in the letter into whatever music service

ohh this is a tricky one...

Lume, lume - maria tănase

Oy akşamlar - hülya süer

Nji lot - mc kresha/lyrical son (YEAHHHH)

Give me love - noizy

Es fügt sich - oswald von wolkenstein/andreas scholl (!!!)

Young lust - pink floyd

Explosion - kalwi & remi

Layah - way 45/salah (rafael leão's rap career lmaooo)

All in - noizy

Safaera - bad bunny & etc

Highlife - grše

Energie sombre - nekfeu

Dridhe (remix) - dj jack

The frozen few - orden ogan

Ray of light - madonna

About a girl - nirvana

Gnidjougouya - amadou & mariam

Emotional progress - kas:st

D'you know what i mean? - oasis

Yiki yassa - amadou & mariam

whoo that was long! tagged: YOU

#bateman blogging #si tu novio no te mama el culo...

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romijuli · 2 years

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Uno reverse, now YOU get a “rant about a wip of your choice” card >:D

oh NO I have no idea what to talk about. I’d LOVE to talk about the wip of many names (The Shitshow, Time Loop Nightmare, The Not-A-Mystery, “I also don’t want me to be doing what im doing right now,”) but I have no idea how to discuss the stuff I’m excited about without spoiling it, hehe. (I mean, it’s called the not-a-mystery because the reader will probably figure out most if not all of what’s going on before the POV characters do! I don’t want to ruin the surprise before it’s even POSTED.) actually, wait, does that count? Probably not.

So I guess instead I’ll talk a bit about jrpg au :3

I know I said that tzmskz aren’t the focal characters and I am very serious about that, but if this was a jrpg au Tsuzuru would probably be the focal character because he and juza are the only ones in the group who weren’t picked for it and unfortunately Misumi and Kazunari involving themselves later (spoilers?) does kinda put extra emphasis on them. (“Chel have you thought about actually tossing this into rpg maker” you can’t prove anything.)

As stated: juza also kinda invited himself along, though in his case he went alongside muku instead of having the group leave without him. Kumon is not happy about this he wants to fight!!!

I feel like I said this before but at some point Kumon complained through letters SO MUCH that Tsuzuru just tossed him his address so he could whine to Kaoru instead. Or at least the two of them could commiserate in “our siblings are being idiots and I’m worried about them” hell.

I think I mentioned that I snagged the apocalypse thing from dqxi? I think a few wips could be explained by looking up the plot of that game, actually. Anyway yeah, the world’s slowest apocalypse came from there, though with FAR less forcible soul(?) removal. Sorry if that’s how you’re finding out about that plot point.

These aren’t actually the first chosen ones, though I will admit that the previous ones had, uh, far less difficulty. To put it lightly.

(The first group was the OG leaders + Yukio, the second was winter troupe + Haruto. Haruto, uh, has some issues.)

At least once a week High Priest Amadate gets a paper airplane to the face because Tsuzuru refuses to send updates in the mail. Partially because the paper airplane magic is nigh-instantaneous and partly because Tsuzuru REALLY hates him.

Oh actually speaking of, how they work: tracking glyph + teleportation glyph. May have snagged some of that from the owl house.

#TKANA tag

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gusgus48 · 2 months

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Post Reclamation

Sick OC

Soot – It’s amazing what one broken chimney can accomplish, no matter the motives of the break. Maiar oc – Building in the Blue Mountains – Contracts - Songs for Slain Foe – Return to Erebor – Assassination Plot - Sick OC – Initiating Courtship

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/686332386927132672/soot

Go Bleat Yourself – The current King Under the Mountain has an ulterior motive for having stolen away the crown from Thorin while he fell under the influence of Dragon Sickness, in tow breaking the curse supposedly to befall his reign. Cursed King - Culture Clash - Faked Sickness - Moody Prince Thorin - Future King Under the Mountain - Future Engagement

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/723349257491529728/go-bleat-yourself

Pining King

Thorin/Dwalin centered, Thorin Pining – Letter Opener – The final product of your first productive lesson in the forges is looked over by the two Dwarves who are found at a loss for what to say about it. Forging Lessons - Pining Durins - Humor

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/695939809422819328/letter-opener

Never – There is a rule to never carve Dwarves exactly to their true likeness to prevent heartbreak. Sculptor OC - King Under the Mountain - Culture Clash - Reborn King - Enamored King - Mourning OC

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/724750784150011904/never

Courting the King

Caught – Fili/Thorin Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/174406834639/caught-fili-request

An assumed lost old pranking pal is discovered alive when the King Under the Mountain is restored to his throne and with a special gift said accomplice presents to the King who is now intent on naming her his Queen. Dwarf Reader – Assumed Dead – Courtship Troubles

Humor

Surprise – In a prank oc is readying a birthday surprise for a King nobody seemed to acknowledge, and when the King arrives they find out why. Humor - Misunderstandings

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/185056836904/surprise

Lies – A plot to kidnap the King is uncovered, but the plot isn’t what he expected. Humor – Plot uncovered

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/184720695784/lies

Both Hands – A returned Queen to be leaves an adopted child upon the Dwarf King’s chest knowing it would be the safest place for them. And returns to find the Durin clan ready to name her Queen with a single signature and party to celebrate the new heir the King is adamant to claim as his own. Future Queen OC - Adopted Baby - Heir Under the Mountain - Baby on the way - Domestic Bliss

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/706602547243368449/you-needed-your-hands-both-of-them-the-disaster

Panicking – Thorin’s hopeful future partner is taken as a lively party hostess from afar only to be found to be a bundle of nerves with a cheerful façade after some unsettling comments from Thorin’s siblings on the possible outcome of the evening. Celebration - Proud King - Supportive Durins

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/700899077911707648/oc-racing-around-the-table-settings-for-the-first

Copperpot – When thwarted of even an appointment to meet with the King alone by their lack of notable relations oc has to resort to drastic measures and kidnap the Crown Prince himself to force a face to face so she can air her grievances. Humor - Kidnapping the Heir - Durin Chaos - Courtship - Dwarf Culture - Impressing the Dwarves

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/707254877868425217/copperpot

Queen Under the Mountain

Amad - Drama/Fluff Thorin sends you along with Dain to meet and escort his Relatives home from the Iron Hills to gain their blessing for your marriage. Through your very best attempts you find yourself head to head with Thorin’s Mother, through your fighting you find an unlikely ally, Dis. Pregnant OC – Forced bonding – courtship games – hurt/comfort

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/167633848174/amad

Baby Monitors – Tradition leads to a confusing addition to the clan for a mother to the new heir, who in time finds Persimmons more than welcome to the job. Queen OC - Dwarf Culture - Heir Under the Mountain - Domestic Bliss

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/706609238398599168/right-over-the-back-of-the-crib-holding-your

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hardynwa · 9 months

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Coup: Fear grips northerners as Tinubu seeks military action against Niger junta

Palpable fear has gripped Nigerians, especially northern residents, following the decision of President Bola Tinubu to seek military action against the junta in Niger Republic. DAILY POST reports that following the toppling of Niger’s democratically elected president, Mohamed Bazoum by his military guard last week, leaders of the West African regional bloc are devising means to restore democracy to that country. Recall that about 10 senior military officers led by Colonel Major Amadou Abdramane had via a National broadcast on July 27, announced a coup in Niger over alleged poor governance and inability of the government to tackle security and other challenges bedevilling their country. In a swift move to quell another military rule in the region, the Economic Community of West African States, ECOWAS, led by its newly elected Chairman, President Bola Tinubu gave the junta seven days ultimatum to restore normalcy or face some stringent sanctions. The ultimatum was issued last week during an emergency meeting in Abuja, Nigeria. According to a communique released after the meeting, the West African leaders agreed on seven political sanctions that would compel the military to bow. According to them, West African States would ensure: “Closure and monitoring of all land borders with the Niger Republic and reactivation of the border drilling exercise. ”Cutting off Electricity supply to the Niger Republic ”Mobilising international support for the implementation of the provisions of the ECOWAS communique “Preventing the operation of commercial and special flights into and from Niger Republic “Blockade of goods in transit to Niger especially from Lagos and eastern seaports “Embarking on sensitization of Nigerians and Nigeriens on the imperative of these actions, particularly via social media “Military build-up and deployment of personnel for military intervention to enforce compliance of the military junta in Niger should they remain recalcitrant” In a bid to execute the resolutions, Tinubu, on August 3rd, dispatched a delegation to Niger with a mandate to expeditiously resolve the political impasse in the country. The delegation, headed by former Nigerian Head of State, General Abdulsalami Abubakar (Rtd), left for Niamey on Thursday after a briefing by President Tinubu at the State House in Abuja. The former Nigerian Head of State was joined in the delegation by the Sultan of Sokoto, Alhaji Muhammad Sa’ad Abubakar III and the President of the ECOWAS Commission, H.E. Omar Alieu Touray. However, DAILY POST gathered that efforts of the delegation were yielding no positive outcome as the Nigerien military vowed to antagonise the resolutions of the leadership of ECOWAS. A source familiar with the development who does not want his name mentioned told DAILY POST in Abuja on Saturday that “it was due to the refusal of the Nigerien soldiers to resolve the matter that made Tinubu to ask the Senate for approval of military actions against the junta. “Military action was the last thing the ECOWAS proposed but from the look of things, the soldiers in Niger are not ready for talks. “So there is a need for the President to prepare ahead. The Nigerian soldiers cannot go on such a mission without the approval of the National Assembly. From the reports and videos we have been seeing, the Niger soldiers have established ties with Russia and other powerful nations waiting for war. “Who knows their plan? We all saw the protest that was held in Niamey on Friday where they were raining all sorts of insults on our president. We need to prepare ahead”. DAILY POST earlier reported that President Tinubu on Friday sought the approval of the Senate for a military action to tackle the political unrest in Niger. President of the Senate, Godswill Akpabio, read the letter on the floor of the Upper Chamber on Friday. The move for military action has, however, instilled palpable fear in Nigerians, particularly Northerners who share borders with Niger. Recall that Burkina Faso and Mali, had on Monday, joined forces with Niger, warning that any military intervention in their coup-hit neighbour, would be tantamount to war in the West African region. DAILY POST reports that Niamey the capital city of Niger is 371 miles and 10 hours 45 minutes drive away from Katsina State. There are fears that the looming military intervention may force the Niger junta to unleash attacks on some of the Northern States. An Islamic preacher in Kano, Dr Muhammad Sani Umar Rijiyar Lemo, in a viral video on Friday, warned Tinubu against leading Nigeria to invade Niger. Rijiyar Lemo stated that any military incursion would further add to the myriad of socio-economic challenges in the Sahel region, advising ECOWAS to find a peaceful means of resolving the issues. “Everyone knows that war, especially at this moment, comes with several consequences. We won’t know how and when it ends”, he added. Similarly, the Northern Senators Forum on Friday cautioned ECOWAS against the use of military force in restoring democracy in Niger Republic. The senators, under the leadership of Senator Abdul Ahmad Ningi (Bauchi), called for political and diplomatic means to restore democratic government in that country The forum, in a statement by its spokesperson, Suleiman A. Kawu Sumaila, cautioned that military force would cause the death of many innocent citizens in Niger Republic and seven Nigerian States that share a border with Niger. “We take exception to the use of military force until other avenues as mentioned are exhausted as the consequences will be casualties among the innocent citizens who go about their daily business”, the statement added. Also, the National President of the Arewa Youth Consultative Forum, AYCF, Alhaji Yerima Shettima told DAILY POST on Saturday that any attempt to embark on military intervention in Niger would have a direct effect on Northerners. He urged President Tinubu and the Senate to ensure that all diplomatic means have been exhausted before embarking on military action against the Niger junta. He said, “In the first place, we have not even exhausted all the necessary tools before arriving at the conclusion that we need to go for war. “The decision is coming in a haste. I don’t think Nigeria is prepared to go to war now. Don’t forget that we have serious internal issues that are already threatening our existence. “Don’t forget that if war should break out from Niger, the North will be directly affected. I don’t understand why we are taking Panadol for somebody’s headaches. Citizens of Niger are jubilating over the coup and we are here carrying another man’s cross on our head. “This means there is more to what we are seeing and hearing. It is my view that the President should be very careful and the Senate should also be careful not to give any approval immediately. “We don’t have that money to spend and we don’t have such manpower to waste now. It is too early to be talking about invading the country. “Don’t forget that Russia has an interest in this case. I’m not in support of war for now. Let us be mindful of our own internal challenges so that we don’t invite trouble to ourselves.” However, hours after Tinubu’s letter to the Senate, the security committee of the ECOWAS, comprising military chiefs of some West African countries, said they would give diplomacy a chance in Niger over the current activities of the junta in the country. The chiefs assured that there would be an intensified diplomatic effort to engage with all relevant stakeholders and ensure that dialogue and negotiation is at the forefront of the approach to resolve the crisis in Republic of Niger. Read the full article

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erosofthepen · 3 years

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Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

-Tags: @grunid, @elvish-sky, @sassyscribbler, @whore4fictionalhoes11, @smaugs-guardian, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl, @jotink78, @marvel-ous-hobbit, @anjhope1, (if i forgot you, im sorry, i have trouble keeping track sometimes)

It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘‘Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.” Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia.

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

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175+ non-Western literature recommendations to diversify your academia, organized by continent + country

I love world literature, and I’ve been frustrated by the lack of representation of it in literature + academia communities on tumblr, so here are some recommendations. I haven’t read all of these myself yet, but the ones I have are excellent and the ones I haven’t come highly recommended from Goodreads and are on my to-read list!

With the exception of anthologies of older works, all of these books were written before 2000 (some literally thousands of years earlier), since I’m less familiar with super contemporary literature. Also, I only included each writer once, though many of them have multiple amazing books. I’m sure there are plenty of incredible books I’m missing, so please feel free to add on to this list! And countries that aren’t included absolutely have a lot to offer as well--usually, it was just hard to find books available in English translation (which all of the ones below are.)

List below the cut (it’s my first post with a cut so let’s hope I do it right... and also warning that it’s super long)

ASIA:

Bangladesh:

Pather Panchali by Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay (1929)

China:

Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu (6th century BCE)

The Art of War by Sun Tzu (5th century BCE)

The Analects by Confucius (circa 5th-4th century BCE?)

The Book of Chuang Tzu by Zhuangzi (4th century BCE)

Mencius by Mencius (3rd century BCE)

The Songs of the South: An Anthology of Ancient Chinese Poems by Qu Yuan and Other Poets (2nd century AD)

Li Po and Tu Fu: Poems by Li Po and Tu Fu (written 8th century AD)

Poems of Wang Wei (8th century AD)

Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guanzhong (14th century AD)

Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio by Pu Songling (1740)

Dream of the Red Chamber by Xueqin Cao (1791)

Six Records of a Floating Life by Shen Fu (1809)

Diary of a Madman and Other Stories by Lu Xun (1918)

Mr Ma and Son by Lao She (1929)

Family by Ba Jin (1933)

Love in a Fallen City by Eileen Chang (1943)

A Source Book in Chinese Philosophy by Wing-Tsit Chan (1963)

Red Sorghum by Mo Yan (1987)

Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian (1989)

The Big Red Book of Modern Chinese Literature edited by Yunte Huang (anthology, 2016)

India:

The Rig Vega (1500-1200 BCE)

The Mahabharata and the Bhagavad Gita (around 400 BCE but not known exactly. The Gita is part of the Mahabharata)

The Upanishads (REALLY wide date range)

The Dhammapada (3rd century BCE)

The Fundamental Wisdom of the Middle Way by Nāgārjuna (2nd century AD)

The Recognition of Sakuntala by Kālidāsa (4th century AD)

The Way of the Bodhisattva by Santideva (700 AD)

Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore (1910)

Annihilation of Caste by B.R. Ambedkar (1936)

The Discovery of India by Jawaharlal Nehru (1946)

Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh (1956)

A Source Book in Indian Philosophy by Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan and Charles Alexander Moore (1957)

Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie (1981)

A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth (1993)

Women Writing in India: 600 BC to the Present V: The Twentieth Century by Susie J. Tharu and K. Lalita (1993)

A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry (1995)

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (1996)

Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri (1999)

Indian Philosophy in English: From Renaissance to Independence (anthology, 2011)

Indonesia:

The Weaverbirds by Y.B. Mangunwijaya (1981)

Iran:

Shahnameh: The Persian Book of Kings by Abolqasem Ferdowsi (11th century AD)

The Essential Rumi by Rumi (13th century AD)

The Blind Owl by Sadegh Hedayat (1936)

Savushun by Simin Daneshvar (1969)

My Uncle Napoleon by Iran Pezeshkzad (1973)

Missing Soluch by Mahmoud Dowlatabadi (1979)

Iraq:

Fifteen Iraqi Poets edited by Dunya Mikhail (published 2013 but the poems are 20th century)

Japan:

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu (9th-10th century AD)

The Pillow Book by Sei Shōnagon (1002 AD)

The Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu (1008 AD)

The Tale of the Heike, unknown (12th century AD)

One Hundred Poets, One Poem Each: A Treasury of Classical Japanese Verse (not sure of year)

Essays in Idleness by Yoshida Kenkō (1332)

Kokoro by Natsume Sōseki (1914)

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai (1948)

Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata (1948)

The Makioka Sisters by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (1948)

Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima (1949)

Masks by Fumiko Enchi (1958)

The Woman in the Dunes by Kōbō Abe (1962)

A Personal Matter by Kenzaburō Ōe (1964)

Silence by Shūsaku Endō (1966)

Korea (written before the division into North/South):

The Memoirs of Lady Hyegyong (written 1795-1805)

Lebanon:

Samarkand by Amin Maalouf (1988)

Gate of the Sun by Elias Khoury (1998)

Pakistan:

We Sinful Women: Contemporary Urdu Feminist Poetry (1991)

The Rebel's Silhouette: Selected Poems by Faiz Ahmed Faiz (1991)

The Taste of Words: An Introduction to Urdu Poetry edited by Raza Mir (2014)

Palestine:

Men in the Sun and Other Palestinian Stories by Ghassan Kanafani (1963)

Orientalism by Edward Said (1978)

I Saw Ramallah by Mourid Barghouti (1997)

Mural by Mahmoud Darwish (2000, which technically breaks my rule by a year but it’s great)

Philippines:

Noli Me Tángere by José Rizal (1887)

Saudi Arabia:

Cities of Salt by Abdul Rahman Munif (1984)

Sri Lanka:

Funny Boy by Shyam Selvadurai (1994)

Syria:

Damascus Nights by Rafik Schami (1989)

Taiwan:

Last Words from Montmartre by Qiu Miaojin (1996)

Turkey:

My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk (1998)

Vietnam:

Spring Essence: The Poetry of Hô Xuân Huong by Hô Xuân Huong (1801)

The Tale of Kieu by Nguyen Du (1820)

Paradise of the Blind by Duong Thu Huong (1988)

Miscellaneous Asia (country unclear or multiple current day countries):

The Epic of Gilgamesh (circa 1800 BCE)

Myths from Mesopotamia translated by Stephanie Dailey

The Arabian Nights (as early as the 9th century AD, lots of changes over the years)

The Qur’an

AFRICA:

Algeria:

Fantasia: An Algerian Cavalcade by Assia Djebar (1985)

The Bridges of Constantine by Ahlam Mosteghanemi (1993)

Cameroon:

Houseboy by Ferdinand Oyono (1956)

Egypt:

The Tale of Sinuhe and Other Ancient Egyptian Poems 1940 - 1640 B.C. translated by R.B. Parkinson

Palace Walk by Naguib Mahfouz (1956)

The Sinners by Yusuf Idris (1959)

Woman at Point Zero by Nawal El Saadawi (1975)

The Map of Love by Ahdaf Soueif (1999)

Ghana:

Our Sister Killjoy by Ama Ata Aidoo (1977)

Two Thousand Seasons by Ayi Kwei Armah (1979)

In My Father’s House: Africa in the Philosophy of Culture by Kwame Anthony Appiah (1992)

Guinea:

The Radiance of the King by Camara Laye (1954)

Kenya:

A Grain of Wheat by Ngugi wa Thing'o (1994)

The River and the Source by Margaret A. Ogola (1995)

Libya:

The Bleeding of the Stone by Ibrahim al-Koni (1990)

Mali:

The Fortunes of Wangrin by Amadou Hampâté Bâ (1973)

Nigeria:

The Palm-Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola (1952)

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe (1958)

Efuru by Flora Nwapa (1966)

The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta (1979)

Aké: The Years of Childhood by Wole Soyinka (1981)

Sozaboy: A Novel in Rotten English by Ken Saro-Wiwa (1985)

The Famished Road by Ben Okri (1991)

Senegal:

God’s Bits of Wood by Ousmane Sembène (1960)

So Long a Letter by Mariama Bâ (1981)

Somalia:

Maps by Nuruddin Farah (1986)

South Africa:

When Rain Clouds Gather by Bessie Head (1969)

Fools and Other Stories by Njabulo S. Ndebele (1986)

Sudan:

Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih (1966)

Tunisia:

The Colonizer and the Colonized by Albert Memmi (1957)

Zimbabwe:

The House of Hunger by Dambudzo Marechera (1978)

Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga (1988)

Miscellaneous Africa:

The Granta Book of the African Short Story edited by Helon Habila (2011)

The Penguin Book of Modern African Poetry edited by Gerald Moore and Ulli Beier (1963)

AMERICAS:

Antigua and Barbuda:

A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid (1988)

Argentina:

Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges (1944)

Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar (1963)

The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (The First Good Novel) by Macedonio Fernández (1967)

Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig (1976)

The Sixty-Five Years of Washington by Juan José Saer (1985)

How I Became a Nun by César Aira (1993)

Thus Were Their Faces by Silvina Ocampo (2015 but written earlier)

Brazil:

Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis (1900)

Chronicle of the Murdered House by Lúcio Cardoso (1959)

Dona Flor and her Two Husbands by Jorge Amado (1966)

Pedagagy of the Oppressed by Paulo Freire (1968)

The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector (1977)

Vast Emotions and Imperfect Thoughts by Rubem Fonseca (1988)

Chile:

The Obscene Bird of Night by José Donoso (1970)

Emergency Poems by Nicanor Parra (1972)

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende (1982)

Colombia:

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez (1967)

Cuba:

The Kingdom of This World by Alejo Carpentier (1949)

Cold Tales by Virgilio Piñera (1958)

Dominican Republic:

In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez (1994)

Guatemala:

Men of Maize by Miguel Ángel Asturias (1949)

I, Rigoberta Menchú by Rigoberta Menchú (1985)

Guadalupe (part of France but overseas):

I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem by Maryse Condé (1986)

Haiti:

Breath, Eyes, Memory by Edwige Danticat (1994)

Jamaica:

No Telephone to Heaven by Michelle Cliff (1987)

The True History of Paradise by Margaret Cezair-Thompson (1999)

Martinique (part of France but overseas):

Discourse on Colonialism by Aimé Césaire (1950)

Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon (1961)

Poetics of Relation by Édouard Glissant (1997)

Mexico:

Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo (1955)

Aura by Carlos Fuentes (1962)

The Hole by José Revueltas (1969)

Underground River and Other Stories by Inés Arredondo (1979)

The Collected Poems, 1957-1987 by Octavio Paz (1987)

Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel (1989)

Nicaragua:

Azul by Rubén Darío (1888)

Peru:

The Cardboard House by Martín Adán (1928)

The Time of the Hero by Mario Vargas Llosa (1962)

The Complete Poems by César Vallejo (1968)

St. Lucia:

Omeros by Derek Walcott (1990)

Trinidad and Tobago:

The Black Jacobins: Toussaint L'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution by C.L.R. James (1938)

A House for Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul (1961)

Uruguay:

Open Veins of Latin America by Eduardo Galeano (1971)

Venezuela:

Doña Bárbara by Rómulo Gallegos (1929)

Indigenous Writers from Canada and the United States:

American Indian Stories by Zitkála-Šá (Dakota) (1921)

Winter in the Blood by James Welch (Blackfeet and A’aninin) (1974)

Emplumada by Lorna Dee Cervantes (Chumash) (1982)

She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo (Mvskoke) (1982)

Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich (Chippewa) (1984)

Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko (Laguna Pueblo) (1986)

Custer Died for Your Sins by Vine Deloria Jr. (Dakota) (1988)

The Grass Dancer by Susan Power (Dakota) (1997)

Miscellaneous Americas:

And We Sold the Rain: Contemporary Fiction from Central America edited by Rosario Santos (1988)

Short Stories by Latin American Women: The Magic and the Real edited by Celia Correas de Zapata (2003)

Bordering Fires: The Vintage Book of Contemporary Mexican and Chicana and Chicano Literature edited by Cristina García (2006)

#dark academia #light academia #academia aesthetic #academic #academia #academics #studyblr #litblr #reading #books #booklr #literature #world literature #poc literature #writers of color #bookworm #bookaddict

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Thank you all so much for 800 followers!! I’m really honored and delighted by the fact that you all enjoy this blog, I love every single one of you!

I was debating whether or not to celebrate this, because I don’t have a lot of time. So instead of doing a sleepover, I’m doing a list of fanfiction recommendations! Some are from Tumblr, some are from AO3, but they’re all linked below so please go check them out! These are in no particular order, just arranged by fandom.

Send me more recommendations to add to this list! i’ll also probably be adding things as i go “holy crap i forgot that awesome fic what on earth am i doing” and panic.

The Hobbit

The Odd Ones Out- Kíli & OC (platonic) by @guardianofrivendell that’s sweet, funny, and angsty and just so good! (in this house we love Tullaina, people)

The Inevitable Love Story Between Two Oblivious Idiots- a Bilbo x Thorin by @/Bgtea of AO3 that’s just one of my favorite things ever! It features a meddling Dís and two well meaning nephews!

No Idea Why- a Kíli x Reader by @immawriteyouthings that is just perfect and precious!

One Weary Human- Company & Reader by @soyeahitsmiddleearth that’s just perfection in fic form!

To Love A Beast- ongoing Thorin x Reader by @thewhiteladyofrohan which is just so good and she draws on lots of different elements for the story!

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident- Fíli x Reader by @entishramblings that’s just hilarious and perfect and I love it so much!

Silver Lining- Kíli x Reader by @anjhope1 that’s just great and the Fíli and Kíli banter is perfection itself!

I Promise- Thorin x OC by @anjhope1 that’s just ouch but i love it and Amari so much

The Sounds of Home- Kíli x Reader by @elles-writing which is just so cute and fluffy!!

Drunk as a Skunk- Thorin & Fíli & Kíli by @xxbyimm that is so funny!!

Hard to Please- a company fic by @fizzyxcustard that’s just hilarious and cute and i love it!

Letters from Amad- Fíli x Reader by @claraofthepen that i just have no words to describe how fabulous it is!!!!!!

Almond Cinnamon Pie- Kíli x Reader by @guardianofrivendell that is just sweet and lovely!

Picnics and Surprises- Sigrid x Reader by @beenovel that just left me happy and delighted and just it was lovely.

Arkenrocks- a platonic fic about the Company by @/Cimila on AO3 that left me crying laughing!

A Way Things Should Be- another Company fic by @/LullabyKnell on AO3 that also left me dying of laughter

At Your Mercy- Thranduil x Reader by @coffee-and-drabbles

The Lord of the Rings

The Essence of Arda- Legolas x Reader by @entishramblings . This was the first LotR fic I ever read and what got me into this fandom, and it’s so good!

Wrong End of the Ithilien Stick- Legolas x Reader by @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth that features meddling hobbits and is just *chefs kiss* fabulous!

Alive- Legolas x Reader by @sokkasdarling that was so cute!

Golden- Legolas x Reader by @anjhope1 that’s fluffy and lovely and, well, golden!

Two Fools in Love- Legolas x Reader by @luna-xial that’s the perfect mix of emotions.

Of Meetings and New Friends- Elladan & Elrohir & Reader by @iwenttomordor that is incredibly well done!

The Fellowship of the Hair Dye- A Fellowship story by @lothloriien based of the infamous hair dye post! this is sooooo good so far!!

Spoiled Goods- Eomer x Reader by @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse that’s dark and angsty but with a good ending.

Jackie and Wilson- Aragorn x Reader by @riderofrohirrim which is just so. good.

The Silmarillion

The Airequalmë- on Wattpad!

i hope this is an ok way to celebrate! and again, thank you all so much!

#elvish sky’s 800 celebration #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #fic rec #fic recs #blog recs #blog rec

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decadentenemyturtle · 3 years

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Broken heart t'was made of wood

Part 1 - Gift

Summary: It's not the money you put in one's gift, but the time and love. And if they cannot appreciate your gift, do they really decerve your time and happiness?

Words: 2499

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Warnings: Angst

What was suppose to be one of the best gifts given in your life, turned to be complete opposite of that. And just because of a simple fight, a misunderstanding.

It had all started months ago, actually, when you got an idea one evening in one of the meals with the company. Dwalin had mentioned making a gift for his lady, and you just had happend to see Thorin's face at the time. The longing look, the look one has when they wished that someone gifted them something. And, well... Not just someone... But, nevermind that!

Few days later you had staretd to craft small, no bigger than your arm, wooden statues of Thorin's family. They turned out rather well, and even Balin was impressed. He had helped you for getting old drawings of the family for you, but only after hearing that you wanted to gift Thorin something special. And the look the old dwarf gave you was more than well knowing granfather of the very secret of his grandchild's, but he did not say anything about it. He only encourage you to do your stuff.

The Company knew you were a woodscrafter, and how you had done the crafting for a living before being pulled in this mysterious world. And after Erebor had been taken back and restored, you were given a change to continue your handiwork in Erebor. You even had your very own workshop! And customers came to you eagerly, even from Dale (well, they did need furniture and your work was more than well liked) and from Mirkwood. Even king Thranduil had ordered a new, bigger table for his study from you. He even got you rarer wood, a specic you did not know and deffinetly expensive and hard to get.

After you had finished the last wooden statue, you started to think how to given them to Thorin. Or when. And just now did you realize that you hadn't thought that how you should deliver these gifts to the king. Oops... Oh, well, oh well... There had to be a way, at leas for you since you knew Thorin and were even some sort of friend of his.

Asking him to take some time for you from his work felt wrong, and you didn't see him outside of his work often, so you decided to turn to his sister - asking help from Fíli and Kíli was out of option for a reason, Balin had already helped you too much, and the rest of the company? Yeah... no... Anyway, you needed to know how and where you should send the statues, and who you should ask to help you to carry the box to his.... Well, you didn't even know where you should send them. Or if you should give them personally to Thorin, in which case you should ask Thorin's time in your workshop and get few dwarves help to carry the statue's to wherever Thorin wanted them.

Yeah, that sounded most logical option, you thought just as you entered the royal wing. Just because you had an idea for doing a thing didn't mean you shouldn't ask if it was alright to do, you thought as you sought an living person in the area.

After looking for a while, you found out that Dís had some urgent things at hand and couldn't see you right now. You didn't trust enough for Thorin's maid to not to gossip about your gift for Thorin, and well, with the whole mountain, so you asked if anyone from the royal family at the moment was free to talk with you. Not that you wouldn't mind the whole mountain know about your gift, but you know... It's nicer to learn from your gift from the giver and see it, before you hear it from the gossibers probably even hours earlier. You learned that Fíli was free at a moment, so you headed for the royal private living room.

Some time later you stepped out of the living area of the royal are and then you heard it. Humming, calm and happy. After investigating a minute, you found out it was Fíli who had been humming, and after some importune of your part he had finally told you what it was about.

"It's an old lullaby my amad used to hum or sing to me and Kíli, when were still small pebbles. It's one of the only things she remember's form her childhood in 'ere Erebor" then he turned to you with a small smile. "Sometimes when I was small, I heard uncle humming it. I fear it has been years since I've last 'eard him hum it, even a little" You could only nod, feeling sad to hear this.

After talking with Fíli, you had gotten a little idea to add your gift for Thorin. It would take more time to craft than the statues, and you needed to make sure where you could get the best metal's and wood for it all the while so that Thorin wouldn't find out. And the lad had no advice how you should deliver the wooden statues to Thorin, expect to ask him to meet you alone.

"The rest will go on after that, just ask to meet uncle" he had said.

After talking with Bofur about the wood and with Gloin about the metal's, and after they heard where you needed the materials and whatever for, they were more than eager to help you.

You got the wood first - a fine chunk of pinewood's branch, and started the carving immediately. You got the metal's few weeks later, and they were brought to you by Gloin himself. When Gloin saw a glimbse of your carved statues, he eyed them for a second before giving you a firm nod and then leaving you to be. You wondered his behavior for a moment, but soon you forgot it as you started to work.

Few months later your little extra work was almost finished, when Thorin came to your workshop. You were a little surprised, when you opened the door for him. And even more so, when he asked about the wooden statues of his family "dusting in your workshop". At first you didn't understand, how he could know about them. Not many knew what you had been prepared for their king - you could count them with one hand - and those few who knew, had promised not to say a word. And you always covered them, when a customer came to your workshop for whatever reason.

Then you remembered the one time, when you hadn't covered them proberly, and how Gloin had looked at them. And it hit you. Of course, that ass had not realised that they were part of your gift and he had went and told or sent a message to Thorin about them, blaming you for making statues of the royal family, from wood on top of that.

"I made them for you, your majesty" you told Thorin, hurt clearly heard in your voice. Thorin wasn't clearly impressed of your work, no matter how much they reminded of him his family, even less so when he thought that you had not told him about your little work or shown them to him. And he had told you as much, rather angrily. And really, you could understand his anger. You just wished he'd calm enough to hear your version of the story.

"Then, please, do tell me, why I haven't seen these, or even better, received these from you?" he asked, his voice cold, almost as cold when he had had the gold sickness. You swallowed, eyeing quickly your main worktable behind you. A wooden box ornated with silver and gold sat on top of it, tools around it. Thorin gave a quick glance to the box you had made and then he sighed.

"(Y/n), I have no decire to receive any jewelry from you. Not that you could actually make something that would be suitable for a king. Wooden jewelries are somewhat beautiful, but they do not suit for me" he said, turning to look at the wooden statues at the bigger table at the corner of your workshop. "And those statues shall be destroyed. I will not have my family been carved out of wood out of all the materials" You opened your mouth to arque with him, to tell to shovel up the crown to his royall ass, to say something, but Thorin quieted you by lifting lifting his hand.

"I will not discuss about this. You were given a permission to make wooden furniture and other requested item's. Those statues are not wanted or were not requested, so they must be destroyed" Thorin said and then he turned and was out of your suddenly so small workplace.

Your lips started to tremble, and your eyes started to turn glassy. Before you even knew it, you were sitting on the chair, crying your bleading heart out.

You should have know that Thorin would not appreciate gifts carved out of wood, as any other dwarf would not have done. You had been blind, too bround of your own work, that you had not thought what Thorin would actually think about your gifts.

Later on the day, when you went to the market to gather some incridiens for your food, you received odd looks. It wasn't because of your wet cheeks or red, puffy eyes. You had spent hours in your workplace after you had stopped crying. In that time Dwalin and two other dwarves came to collect the statues. None of them said anything after you had given one of the dirtiest and murderoust glares to them, when other of the dwarves crunted their colorfull opinion of your work, and of you.

When the three of them left, Dwalin stopped at the door and turned to look at you. He was about to say something, but the way you looked at him made him close his mouth and he only nodded to you.

You took a bit more food than you actually needed. Then you headed back to your office, and wrote a note that you attached to the door outside of your workplace. Then you took the wooden box you had made for Thorin and headed back home, swallowing your bride and tears. You saw Fíli and Kíli on your way, but you ignored them. You weren't angry with them - how could you - it just... You just didn't want to be around those two just now.

Safely in your small house, you set the basket on the table and headed to your bedroom. After an hour you had changed your clothes more suitable for travelling, backed the most important stuff in your small back, and had written a little letter for Thorin, the box attached to the letter.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, loaded the back on your back, took the box and letter in your hands, and headed out of your home to look for servant. In the end, you found the boys just outside of youre home.

"Where are you going?" Kíli asked. You gave him a little smile and the both boys knew immediatly that something was wrong. Not that they said anything.

"I'm going to Dale. Work stuff..." you lied, and handed the box to Fíli. "Can you..." you quicky licked your lips "Can you give this to your uncle? Please?" Fíli took the box, looking at it for a second, frowning, before he looked up to you.

"Of... course" he only said, sounding troubled. Then he added "When will you return?" You gave him a sad smile, and he, and Kíli, knew already the answer.

"I don't know, laddie. When I can" you answered, even when you all knew the answer. You wouldn't be coming back Erebor. Fíli swallowed and turned to look down at the box, while Kíli looked like sad, kicked puppy. And he probably felt like that too.

"Can't you stay? Please?" he asked, pleaded. You shhok your head, feeling the familiar lump in your throat.

"I can't, laddie. Not when the person who I love hardly even regocnises me" you choke out, tears rising in your eyes. And here you thought that you had done with crying for the day. Kíli really looked like a kicked puppy, while his brother looked just sad.

"We love you, auntie" Fíli said, and then he and Kíli both hugged you, tightly. Then, after a while, you let go of them and smiled to them.

"I love you both, too. I won't forget you, laddies" you said and gave a small kiss for a both of them on the cheek. And then you left.

The day was turning to an evening, when Fíli was able to give the little box to his uncle. They were in the royal living room, Thorin sitting over the table, Kíli and Dís on the armchairs over the fire. Fíli was leaning to the armchair his mother was sitting on, eyeing his uncle. And finally, he sighed and pushed himself up. He walked up to the table, placing the small box and letter on the table.

"Uncle, I was truested by... someone... to give these for you" Fíli said, when Thorin looked up to him. Then Fíli just nodded to him, turned and walked over to a lonely corner and sat on the divan. Thorin frowned and then he turned his eyes to the box. He took the letter to his hand, and when he saw the box, he felt his breath live from his body.

"(Y/n)..." he muttered as he let his hand slide over the wooden surface. He remembered this little box from your workplace. Then he turned his eyes to the letter he was holding. And he frowned, again. He opened the letter and his lips went on a thin line.

"I'm sorry for, well, everything...." Thorin read the part of the first sentence and then he turned his eyes back to the box. And then he opened it. Just out of the curoisty he wanted to know, what kind of jewelry you had made for him. But...

But...

"What..." he started just as a beautiful melody started to ring in the room. Thorin's eyes went as big as plates. Fíli stopped his lonely, gloomy musings and turned to his uncle, and Kíli and Dís stopped their talking and turned to look at Thorin. They all knew this song far too well.

Thorin could only stare at the small box, seeing the mechanism in it to work their magic to create this music, the old lullaby his mother had sang to him when Thorin had been small pebble. Just as Fíli was approaching the table, Thorin turned his eyes back to the letter still in his hand. And Thorin had to swallow his pride, and tears.

"I never meant to offend you, your majesty. I just wanted to make you happy"

#Thorin Oakenshield #thorin #thorin fanfiction #thorin x reader

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Wednesday 2 October 1839 Travel Journal

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very fine morning – had Mrs. Wilson – paid her 175/. her bill of last week all but 2 or 3 rubels – breakfast over at 10 – before and after inking over yesterday and reading Schnetzler sun out – warm – F66 ½° in my secrétaire drawer and 50 ¼ north outside the window now at 10 ¼ am

out at 10 55/.. – in 7 minutes at the Podoroshna-office – 7/6 paid – (3.25 R. notes + 1 (20 and 1) 10 silver kopper price) – obliged to go up to sign my name – drove off at 11 20/.. and at the library at 11 25/.. Mr. Atkinson had put the books for us on the table – the 1st I took up was

New Russia – Journey from Riga to the Crimea by way of Kiev...... by Mary Holderness. London printed for Sherwood, Jones and co. Paternoster Row 1823. 8vo. broche – pp. 134.

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October Wednesday 2 Riga timber superior and much dearer than Memel masts from Polish and Russian Ukraine on the rivers Briganskie (Desna) and Soelzs’s branches of the [?] – arrives at Riga in May 4-5/314

p. 10 one Polish britchka [britzka] and 3 kibitkas – party of 11 left Riga November 18 N.S. 1815.

p. 22 Reference to Tookes’ survey of Russia.

p.56 1 Russian pood = 36lbs.

p.59 Tookes’ history of Russia

p.61 handsome Turkish shawls from 500 to 2,000 Rubels no lady well dressed at Kiev without one –

p. 92 1 [archeen] (of cloth) = 2/3 English yard

p. 12 1898 versts from Riga to (p.92) Karagoss (in the Crimea) and reached that place 3 February

p. 103 Dr. Clarkes’ description of Easter in his account of Moscow –

Fraehns’ [catalogue] of Persian Turkish and Arabian mss. ouvrages historiques 35

Poètes 107

Sciences spéculatives et arts 24

166.

this volume (folio) dated St. P. le 9 Avril 1829

18/30 Octobre 1829

Philologie

p. 131 1 Russian [Desaiteen] = 2 ¾ English acres

p. 142 for account of the Nogay tartars see Mr. Whittingtons’ memoir in Walpoles’ travels in the east.

p. 151 Dr. Hunt in his brief account of a Greek wedding says the bride is to be silent for 8 days

October Wednesday 2 p. 147 In the Crimea (at Kaffa [Feodosiia]) the Greeks speak Turkisk [Turkish] and Tartar as fluently as Greek – and many of Mrs. Holerness’ servants spoke 5 languages (Russia included)

p. 163 et seq. great praise of the Bulgarians (near Oddessa etc)

p. 178 the Karaites of whom Mr. Guthrie speaks etc. etc.

p. 190 – 1 the emperor from Moscow to St. P- 483 miles = 728 ½ versets in 36 hours – From Otchakoff on the black sea to St. P- (temple Catherine 2) 1200 miles in 5 days and nights – but the post from Kaffa [Feodosiia] to Moscow in 14 days = 66 miles per day –

p. 195 Lady Craven mistaken in saying rice is grown in the Crimea – no land there fit for it –

p. 197 Tartars there famous for management of bees – said that ‘some of them on seeing the bees at work on the flowers of the field, will directly tell to what village belong’ –

p. 203 ‘the English proprietor in the midst of neighbours and dependents, yet feels a lonely sojourner’...... probably Mrs. H- and her friends were of this no.? –

p. 211 Mrs. H- resided at Karagoss from February 1816 to March 1820.

p. 225 Greeks in Crimea [present] the custom of sprinkling a new-born infant with salt. Ezek. xvi. 4.

p. 231 et seq. account of a Tartar marriage

p. 244 account of Tartar funeral

p. 258 Russian bath heated by a trench full of stones. rendered hot by a furnace below.

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October Wednesday 2 vid. p. 259 et seq. on the food etc. of the Tartars – seldom ‘eat’ fresh milk – on coming from the cow, it is boiled and afterwards churned – the butter then melted and poured into a skin – the buttermilk put into a cask to receive the overplus of everydays consumption

p. 265 the fungus Amadou is boiled and beaten till tender and then dried for use – there is also a lighter kind than the above (which grows on trees) the excrescence of a plant – p. 266 Agirmish (in sight of Karagoss) supposed by Pallas to be the Cimmerian [?] of the ancients –

p. 278 harvest end of June or beginning of July – bearded wheat sown become less likely to shake. Arnoot or spring wheat is sown by Russians etc.

p. 279 Bulgarian – summer hotter winter colder than in

p. 280 England – winter of short duration – breaks up in February so as to plough – March often mild and warm –

Dubois de Montreux sur le Crimée Caucase etc. etc et Sur la Crimée l’ouvrage de un’ intendant

Indicateur des objets rare au musée de Moscow published by Paul de Svignine Imprimerie de Charles Kray St. P- 1826

Lady Craven the rein 1786 (spring) –

October Wednesday 2 Mr. Atkinson came to us – shewed us Lady Cravens’ travels and the guide du voyageur en Crimée par C.H. Montandon. Odessa. Imprimerie de la ville 1834. dedicated à son excellence Mr. le comte de Woronzow - came away from the library at 2 ½ - Mr. Atkinson told us not to give anything – at the Hermitage palace – at 2 ¾ to 4 50/.. – sent by Whitaker my card wrote in pencil présente ses complimens [compliments] et ses remercimens [remercîments] très empressés à son excellence monsieur de Labrinksy – then in the salles – principally salle 5 and 40 and 41 – gave the man 5/. –

home at 5 55/.. – dinner over at 7 10/.. from the palace to Beligard – paid for map of Asiatic Russia monté 10/. + 10/. = 20/. – then home direct at 5 55/.. – ordered the carriage at 9am tomorrow to go to Alexandrovski [Alexandrovsky] – dressed dinner over at 7 10/.. – Mr. Bayley came at 7 ½ and staid till 10 – had tea – not good he allowed – to go to Chaplins’ for tea, and also to see his furs – tea at 100/. per lb. – and 25/. and B- drinks it at 9/. or 10/. a lb. – should see the brick tea – furs very dear – Mr. Law here has including the house (his rooms under the church) £800 a year – Mr. Cammidge reverend of Moscow has a congregation of about 70 – has an allowance from the Russian company – all the exporting to London Riga etc. merchants here must be are members of the Russian company – gave us a note for Cochranes’ travels in Russia and Bremners’ ditto – the church picture a copy from Rubens not Rembrandt – (in the salle with the Paul Potter (41) not given to the church by Sir William Ingleby – by some other baronet B- very civil – if we were going to stay would introduce his family – would be happy to do so on our return – a widowes 16 years but has had his wifes’ sister with him and his daughters – poor man!

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October Wednesday 2 has had a severe illness – appears much broken – came here in 1892 – d’origine from the neighbourhood of not far from Manchester – had called here on Mr. Harrison on the Thursday and he died on the Sunday – Captain Cochrane very excentric – thought to be rather besides himself – Mr. B- knew him – Dr. Granvilles’ work good, but too much on the favourable side – as Dr. Lefevre said nothing that was not true but all couleur de rose – Mr. Atkinson said this morning he knew G- met him in society but he has his note-book out, and made notes even comparatively of all that was said so that really people were afraid – Layard in a great hurry when at the Imperial library Mr. A- did not know or see much of him – he seemed chiefly anxious to copy M. Queen of Scots’ letters – and at this time A- was busy copying them to give to prince Alexander .......... who has published her inedited letters in 18vo. – on our return home this evening found 2 letters for Moscow and 1 for Odessa from Mr. de Fischer and his card, and found 2 letters from Mr. Hodson (John Esquire) for Moscow and one for Odessa, and one directed to me for A- from her sister – her aunt well as usual – Mr. Bayley made no offer of letters, and, of course, I did not ask me for any – did not name or hint at the subject –

at the Hermitage the Vierge d’Albe (salle 5) and the Paul Potter (vache qui [pisse]) and the 4 Clauds’ (salle 40) (morning noon and evening and night) worth all the rest – In salle 40 the chef-d’-oeuvre of Teniers’

October Wednesday 2 and the Rubens from which the English church picture is copied and in salle 41 some fine Murillos (the Repose in Egypt and the lady boy fleeing his dog) – and in salle some fine Van d’Eycks [van Dyck] –

Mr. B- said it must be 30 years since Lord Stuart was here – then Mr. Stuart – could not speak Russ[ian] well but could read it well – and spoke French and German well –

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idjitlili · 3 years

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Hello there.

Kili x reader x obi-wan(slightly)

(Not my image)

Summary: Annoying the company with your 'sword' pretending it's not a metal sword, being unladylike. When in fact it wasn't a sword...it was a lightsaber.

Word count:6036

Warnings: Obi-wan , language, food stealing, dwarf nudity, put some clothes on!

Y/h/c= Your home country.

It was no secret, that you weren't from middle earth, with your strange speech, strange references, oh and the simple fact that you had fallen from the sky knocking Kili right out. Not just Kili but yourself before. You would've been quite embarrassing; if you were awake. Lucky you.

When you eventually you did awake, you were surrounded by below average height men , and man with a grey hair and wizards hat. One of the smaller men? Or dwarf you weren't sure if this was even real, it was strange to see such shorter men. His hair dark, shoulder length, not styled well compared to all the others, as for his beard..it was just stubble. The other men had long braided beards.

Yet there sat this man, very different to the others , barely with it, like he had hit his head, there you felt it , your head felt like your brain was going to pop out. You noticed , a smaller fellow jumping behind the small man to see, his curly blond her upon his head, was all to be seen.

The man that looked right out of a wrestling ring, glared at you , judging you, as did the one with ocean eyes and majestic hair. You hands behind you in the dry dirt, your heart beating heavily, shaking almost. "Uhm, w-what is h-" you didn't even get a sentence out before you were interrupted by the beardless short man.

"Well you fell out of the sky and fell on me, knocking me straight out." The man was not quite happy, "uhm, I guess I'm sorry? I didn't plan from falling from the sky, I'll try next time to see where I'm falling, but oh right, I never consented to be thrown from the sky, last time I was conscious I was- actually I do not remember." Blabbering on, even though really you should be terrified.

In the end , Gandalf and Thorin questioned you, as if they were Holt and Terry, Gandalf being Terry.

"Where do you come from, human?" The mans face frowning, the same as he had as you awoke, he spoke with sternly, as if you were a threat. Extremely intimidating. Now the others had left ,as you now sat in front of the two men.

"Uh, y/h/c." Their clothing didn't sit right with you, nor did you ever see anyone with such extreme hair styles. Maybe it was a cult? The old man , and the slightly younger man looked at each other , then back to you , clearly confused, well the younger one anyways.

"Tell me dear, have you ever heard of Erebor?"

Thus, for whatever reason you were apart of this dwarven company, as it were. No one was sure what in gods earth caused you to be here, well there's no 'God' in middle earth, not called God anyways.

Honestly, you didn't know what to do with yourself: no blankets, no spare clothes, no nothing except you , your thin graphic t-shirt, jeans and shoes. Thorin was definitely no help, oh yes and no money. Who would accept plastic notes as currency here? Nor were coins from where you lived were made from gold.

Oh wait you did actually have something other than you and your clothes , you had tiny little sword, which was in fact just an letter opener, you must've been opening the post before you fell out of the sky.

Not only was it awkward between you and all the dwarves, you did not fit in. Oh yes, Gandalf explained to you that elves and wizards existed, basically explained everything. Thorin had decided this was the place they would rest for the night, so you didn't have to do any travelling... except from falling out of the sky.

You could only think, it must suck to shit squatting, oh yes you'd have to face shitting the forest soon enough... without toilet paper too. It is not even like you can be certain that no one is going to walk into the forest and find you shitting or even worse no pads bleeding out.

You were definitely not looking forward to that, since there was no confirmation that you'd be getting home anytime soon.

So, now as the day grew dark, you sat against a large rough pine tree, the cold from the ground rising up your body. Knees pulled right up to your chest, your arms tight around, as goose bumps covered you like paint covers a wall. Hair dropping down your face as you leaned forward head on top of your knees.Staring at your feet, and the ground.

You thought on what your family must think, maybe it was like the labyrinth and they had forgotten that you had even existed. Bloody hell, Jareth, you didn't even wish for this to happen.

Not breaking out of thought when three pairs of boots, and a pair of overly large hair feet, were stood in front of you. "Lass?" Even then, you didn't realise, only noticing their presence when a hand was placed onto your shoulder.

Only then did you realise, looking up to see the the beardless man that you knocked out, somehow, another man with a hat , the other below average height man that looked like lion cross Seth rogen , and the jumping small fellow. "O-oh hi?" Strange that's the only way you could put it, the two brunettes grinning largely down at you.

"Excuse their bad manners, my lady. That is Kili, my brother , Bofur, and this little fellow is Bilbo Baggins... Oh right, and I am Fili at your service." Each of them doing a little bow, Bilbo's face redden a little , being called little. What did he expect, 'Oh yes, this giant fellow with the fat ass is Bilbo.' Them staring at you waiting for you to introduce yourself.

"Uh, I'm y/n." Standing up , daring to do a small curtsey, with a small blush, surprised really that anyone had even approached you.

"Beautiful name, perfect, I guess I'm falling for you already, miss y/n , you know since you knocked me out."

You almost blushed at the m-Kili's words, now blushing in embarrassment. "I didn't me-" "he's only messin' with yer, lass, don't yer worry," The hatted dwarf know as Bofur had smiled at you, only to get a jab in the side by kili, only for him to return it twice as hard.

"I'm sorry, miss y/n? I'm just wondering about your clothing-" Bilbo had began to questions your clothing choice, only to be interrupted, bad manners? Definitely. "Yes, those pants are very lovely, can you do a spin-" "OI," A big muscly man, the one that had glared at you earlier had smacked the beardless dwarf on the back of his head, letting out a Yelp of pain.

"What I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted was, are you not cold? You are barely dressed!" You had choked out a snort, at the hobbit , who had glared at Kili, he really did not like dwarves interrupting, well anyone, he's not racist.

"I'm not dressed? You've got no socks on! My mum would have scolded me, even if I just got out of the bath. 'Y/n, where's your socks! You are going to get ill! Y/n, I don't care if you have just sat down, go get your bloody socks on.' " Starring back at you feet, now stretched across the mud, it was incredibly awkward, well until they had started laughing.

"That's just like our Amad, right, fee?" Kili had called to his brother, before sitting down on the mud near you. "Oh yes, remember when Amad told you not eat all that cake-" Looking over to Kili who's face flushed red, interrupting his brother.

"Don't you dare." Bofur , Fili and Bilbo sat down, you sat in a circle, Fili trying to hold back from laughing. "Well ye gotta tell us now,Fili." Bofurs hand supported his head eager for Fili to continue. Bilbo the same, he loved stories. Kili's pleading eyes, were no match for his brother.

"Alright, so he ate all the cake, this stuff was heavily creamed, sweets covered it, it could feed 12 dwarves, that's saying a lot. Our Amad strictly told us, mostly Kili, not to eat it."

Fili's moustache braids jiggled as he talked, very distracting, letting out a small chuckle while talking a breath. "Anyways, Amad woke up in the morning, she was not happy at all, she had yelled so loud, that me, Kili, and Thorin were awoken from upstairs. All three of us rushed down the stairs, to see the table with no cake, just the plate. Amad stood there with her face redder than a smacked bosom, hands on her hips."

Kili face now in his hands, Fili grinning larger and larger by the second. " She had looked all three of us done, before calling Kili towards him, and it was dreadfully obviously his hair had cake crumps throughout it, he got scolded so bad."

"Is that it ," Bilbo was disappointed with the outcome, he had thought it would've been more suspenseful. "No master Baggins, Thorin later took us for training with Dwalin as well as many other viewers. Basically what happened was Dwalin threw him over his head and he landed on the floor, when he finally tried to stand up he let loose the loudest wet fart. Then, he stood up and the back of his pants were covered, and out the ends of his trousers... he had to walk home like that."

Bursts of laughter had erupted through the circle, Kili just looked horrified with his brother, placing your hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up to you, with a sad smile.

"Don't feel bad, someone I knew yawned up to the sky and a bird shat in her mouth, to make matters worse she was afraid to tell anyone so she spat it out, and stood there with bird shit taste."

Looking at you wide eye, "T-they did what?"

"A bird shat in their mouth."

"Such crude language, yet suddenly I feel much better." Kili smiling up to you, the other three still laughing about Kili's shitty pants.

A friendship between you and the dwarf ,you knocked out, began. Over the months you had gotten more comfortable with the company.

Soon enough you were all captured by trolls, but you were sleeping so, you woke up and everyone was packing to leave. You were very confused indeed, Thorin had announced that you all were leaving for a troll cave.

Gandalf had merged after Thorin with two swords , calling you and Bilbo over. Wow, free stuff.

What Gandalf had not expected was your behaviour later on at Rivendell... Bathing and changing at Rivendell, eating some rabbit food, it was soon time for second dinner and after that bed.

Roaming the grounds of Rivendell the next month, you had bumped into Bilbo. That's when it started, you had already been messing with your sword. When Bilbo had approached you, seeing your cheeky grin he didn't know whether to run.

"M-morning ,miss y/n?" Speaking uncertain of himself, partly nervous, you had been pretty unpredictable, you know falling out the sky?

"Morning ,Bilbo! How are you feeling?" Swinging your sword in like it was baton or baseball bat, almost dropping flat on your face.

"I'm fine , thank you. Uh..." The sword now between your legs, swinging it around. "Bilbo look, it's my cock." Bilbos face now red, your crude language tended to fluster the poor hobbit, sorry the rich hobbit.

"Miss y/n, I do not think that's quite appropriate.." You head snapping towards the hobbit, your face dropped, instantly Bilbos mouth is gapped. "Oh- I didn't mean any offence." Taking a step forward, Bilbo had stepped back , another and another.

Bilbo had ended up sprinting , you chasing him, well until an elf had offered you pastry's. Continuing your walk around the grounds, munching on your pastry, distracted by your breakfast you didn't notice the dwarf in front of you until the last second.

"Where's your trousers?!" You had made eye contact with something other than his eyes, it was painfully obvious. Meeting his actual eyes, the smirk on his face, concluded that he had seen you check him out, flushed pink cheeks.

"Fili took my clothes."

"Why would he want to see you running around naked,-cover up gosh!" Your voice getting higher by the second.

"Well, my lady with what?" You had thrown your pastry at the dwarf, now quite put off; even though his size was quite large. Instead covering himself he began to eat the remaining amount of the pastry.

You had scoffed, walking around the dwarf, away from his naked body.

What did catch you off guard again was a man popping out from a pillar , his longish hair blond, his eyes ocean blue, his beard trimmed, his shirt beige , with a brown leather belt around his waist. You didn't know how to describe it, you jumped when he spoke.

"Hello there,"

How could be here? In a land of dwarves, elves and wizards? It was Obi-wan Kenobi, surely he should've been in the high ground? I mean, chopping some legs...so Anakin is leg a less, because his legs Aragorn.

"General Kenobi!" Kili had to turned around, to see you running at a strange man, who was General Kenobi, turning back round he had stomped off back to the company... to gossip.

"What are you doing here, Obi-wan?" His arms held behind his back as you two walked through Rivendell together, the truth was that you had never met before.

"I'm here because of you, y/n...the Council has sent me to help you. The universe is in great danger, again."

Then, you found out your real purpose was in middle earth; to save the line of Durin, With Obi-wan Kenobi as your master you as the pad awan. However, of course you did not have the force, he was just going to teach you how not to be damsel in distress.

You didn't know how this would bring you so close to the Jedi knight..

Obi-wan, had hid until half a day from Rivendell, when you had gestured him to come out, Kili had let out the most over dramatic gasp possible. "I told you he was real!"

That definitely caught the attention of the whole company, stopping, turning , drawing there weapons, Fili pulling you out the way.

"Why are you following us?" Thorins voice boomed over the winds, you couldn't imagine how your eardrums would certainly burst if he had a microphone. Getting of the grips of the dwarves again, standing between Obi-wan and the axes of the company.

Little Bilbo just watched the slope of the mountain with amusement. "What are you doing, y/n?!"

"You stubborn dwarves, if I was walking with him with no fuse, you'd think that he was with me, he's here to help me." Kili had scoffed, nor did any of other dwarves look convinced, Obi-wans hands on his hips, puffing his chest, revealing his lightsaber.

"I've had enough, I don't care what you say Thorin, he is my protection, he's not taking any of the reward, now let's go, he is not the enemy." Maybe you told a small lie, it would not go down well if Thorin knew Obi-wan was there to protect him and his nephews.

"At the front, both of you, now." And you were walking again, you and Obi-wan at the front.

Though, all together you were from three different universes, you from one which starwars was just a set of films, and series. It felt weird. Knowing he died, old, and he didn't look himself.

"Wait, so, Qui-Gon basically died of STDs, because he so many that it slowed him down? I thought it was a rule not have attachments; but he could sleep around?" I mean, if that's the case... you are very handsome, I'm not the best looking, nor have I ever.."

Your face felt hot, that was more than light flirting, really you had only known him for 27 hours, your crush on him though, that developed from watching him on screen.

Now concentrating on where you were going, surprised when Obi-wan had let out a laugh.

"My lady, you must be mistaken, you are absolutely beautiful." Your face flushed pink, wrapping your arm around Obi-wan's arm, his eyes watched you as you did, not hilding hands or anything just his arm. There are times in life when words are not needed.

Soon enough it was time to stop, when the company approached a large path on the mountain, so big that the company could sit in a circle if they desired. Along the way many of the dwarves had collected sticks and branches for a fire.

Right against the mountain wall you had set up your bed roll, and dropped your cloak from the elves on it as a blanket, you were sure to remember to share with Obi-wan later. Obi one had copied you, dropping his cloak neck to yours, as you both stood next to each other, the sky now dark, the smell of dinner lingered in the air.

The glow of the fire lit up Obi-wan's face, his beard now more orange, his blue eyes focused on you.

"Hey, um, Obi-wan...can I hold your lightsaber?" His hands on his beige tunic, eyeing you down, one of a second, before handing you the weapon.

The lightsaber, heavy in your hands, yet still you were swinging it like you were playing tennis on the wii. "Um, Obi, can I please..?" Turning to face the Jedi with pleading eyes, he just shrugged his shoulders casually nodding.

With that you had pressed the button, there stood the blue blade in front of your very eyes. Bilbo had noticed almost immediately spitting out his food, who in their right mind would give her a weapon?

Noticing Bilbos sudden uncomfortableness, grinning at him, as the saber made its way between your legs. "Hey Bilbo,Check out how big my dick is!" Bilbo had put his bowl of food down, and his behind Thorin, brooding.

"Uhm, lass? What is that?" Bofur wearily, spoke, eyeing the saber not blinking,like many other dwarves. Balin flinching as you waved it between your legs.

"It's a lightsaber, the weapon of Jedi's. Hey, Kili, sorta looks like your dick ,if it was a hundred times smaller. " Not that you were looking at Kili, his face flushed as he chocked out his stew, Thorins eyes burning into the back of the head, he would speak to him later.

"Oi, when did you get a look at Kees , lad?" Fili wan most amused at the situation, Kili knocking him in the ribs.

"Well , what happened was I got a pastry at Rivendell, and Kili almost whacks into me. Yeah, and he was naked, so, not that I like to give away food, I throw the pastry at him and Obi-wan appears and saves me. End of story."

Now swinging the lightsaber like it was a golf club, you wondered if Obi-wan had to charge his lightsaber. Kili now standing up , walking over to you as the dwarves forget about the story, simply because it wasn't rare that they went around naked.

"Oi, Kili , throw that stick at me, so I can hit it."

Kili had planned on telling you a piece of his mind, how his dick was not small, but there you were not a care in the world, waiting for him to pick up the stick.

His eyes searched the stone floor when his eyes catch, a thick stick not a twig. Without a thought he threw it, your eyes waiting, standing like you were going to play baseball or rounders. Swinging your arm slicing through the stick, causing it to slam to the floor in two separate pieces.

"I'm sorry, but what in middle earth is a Jedi and why do they have that, what even is that!"

Obi-wan just stood by you chest puffed, huge smirk on his face, as Kili ranted slightly , fear embedded in his eyes as he stood back as you swung the weapon around more, it was not surprising that the company were also in slight shock.

"This man is a Jedi." Pointing at Obi-wan before turning fully towards him, ignoring the others questions. "Okay, now teach me, master..." A grin across your face, as Obi-wan took the saber from your hands, turning it off, before standing behind you.

Turning your back into place, your feet in the correct stance, his back against yours as ushered you take your sword from his hands. His hot breath briefly against your neck. Once you had done, his back peeled from yours, and he had done the same.

Throughout the next months, Obi-wan had continued to teach you how to defend yourself

, Kili always disagreeing on Obi-wand methods, suggesting he would be better to teacher you.

That was until you were all captured at Mirkwood. Of course, Obi-wan tried to use the force on the elves, however , due to being immortal they weren't easily controlled. Somehow he did it still, only allowing you and him to escape, due to being human. What you didn't understand though, why was Obi-wan such a flirt.

The blond elf, the one that looked straight off like a princess, had stared at you and Obi-wan with his eyebrows raised. His light foot steps, couldn't be heard as he glided towards you both, standing close to Obi-wan, as the dwarves were search. Legolas excluding you two from it, using the side of your body to hide the lightsaber at Obi-wan's belt.

"Why are two humans travelling with dwarves?" Was this elf wearing tights? David Bowie could get away with it because that ass and overall god looks, but the colour scheme on this blond elf was not it. Wondering if his dick could even breathe, maybe it shrank.

Looking at Obi-wan, who was smouldering at the elf, his lips slightly pushed out his blue eyes sharp, his long hair flowing. But..there was no wind. His hand doing a weird gesture like waving.

"We are not, we are trying to get lake town, as I have finally decided to meet my darlings parents. You will let us go." You were surprised when Obi-wan had wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Your eyes wide, you really didn't think you were going to get out of this, how many times had you all been captured? Too many times.

"Go, follow the path, goodbye." Obi-wan had quickly let go of your waist , talking your hand, pulling you away, false smiles on your faces as you left. Trying not raise suspicion, Kili had watched the whole thing, scoffing in disgust, watching you and Obi-wan walking away.

You wanted to help the dwarves you really did;but Obi-wan had assured you they didn't need your help. You both waiting in the safe forest outside of the woodland realm, waiting for the dwarves.

Not only had Obi-wan had taught you basic defensive skills, but you had became extremely close. Here you were, stuck in a forest, no bedrolls no nothing, due to Azog. Nights were cold, so cold, as Obi-wan's duty to protect you, you both decided for your survivals there was only one way.

The fire low, so that you would not be detected by Orcs, Obi-wan and you snuggling up together, his arms around your waist, knees tucked under yours. Body heat being the only thing from stopping you both freezing to death.

During this week, what disturbed you the most, was Obi-wan's french accent...Considering there was no earth in the star-wars universe. If that matter you weren't sure. He'd pop the accent out at random moments, going to bathe in a stream?

"Do you need a chaperone, mon amour?" No, he did not go in the water with you, he just stood guard, holding his arm out to walk you to the stream and even back. Though you did have to wait by the stream while he was bathing , with his lightsaber in your hand, just in case.

However,one day when you you were bathing Obi-wan had almost had a heart attack when you let a gasp, running out of the hair all across your face, running smack into him. Your bare body against his robes, soon as he made eye contact with you he knew it was nothing life threatening.

"When I said 'You don't have time to be timid, you must be bold and daring' this was not what I mean." Obi-wan's stuck to yours , reassuring your privacy, even though his back was against the mud , your whole body pressed against him. Again with the accent, Obi-wan's smile small, your hands against his chest, as laugh erupted from your mouth.

"What is, Ma Cherie?"

"Only reason I'm laying on you butt naked is because a fish brushed against my leg." Obi-wan's once sincere face replaced with a grin you snuffled your laughter against his neck. Your cold skin against his , as vibrations travelled through his body, a laugh from his lips travelling to your ears. A few minutes passed, with you just against Obi-wan as you laughed together.

"This would be very embarrassing ,if the company found us now."

"I'll close my eyes, and you can go get dressed,"

That was it with that, Obi wan would never disrespect your modesty, it is not like when Kili had shown off on purpose.

The next day, you had caught up with the company and an injured Kili. However, the french accent was not lost...

Kili's faced laced with sweat, as you and Obi-wan made your way to the compan, his eyes met yours. He felt relieved that you had came back, yet anger still bubbled down in inside.

"I thought ye had left us." Bofur popping up infront of you two, his eyebrow raise.

"No, figured from I heard about that king , it was not the best if he had got a hold of Y/n, it is my mission to protect y/n." Bofur , along with Gloin, Dori and few others nodded in agreement.

Your eyes drifting from Obi-wan's face, back to Kili, his thigh seeping with blood,you had grabbed Obi-wan by the hand pulling him over with you towards Kili. Obi-wan meeting your eyes once again, confused with your actions. "Obi.. help him."

Letting go of your hand, Obi-wan had brought his hand over the wound, Kili tried to protest, only to be shut down by Fili. Kili felt tugging on his skin, the pain slowly disappearing, a few seconds late Obi-wan had remove his hand, stood up, made his way back to you. "W-what? H-how did you?"

This is what you and Obi-wan were sent here to do, save the line of Durin. After that, not even seconds Bard had arrived, the company was on their way again, no delays, except being caught by the master, which kind of annoyed

Obi-wan, getting to be called that without being a Jedi , disgraceful.

After that, it was one more boat ride away, and climbing more mountains. Within three hours , you feet began to blister, the knocks harsh, you wondered how Bilbo could do it, he was a happy chappy. Obi-wan next to you, had immediately picked up on you change. His eyes caught onto yours like a magnet, within seconds you were on his shoulders, hanging. Just like Anakin had carried him unconscious, he could've carried you anyway way but he decided on potato sack really?

"B-Ben!" The little shriek had erupted from your mouth in surprise, in reality it sounded like he had just made you orgasm. Your face flushed, as Obi-wan grip tightened around your thigh. "Yes, Ma Cherie?" Again with Obi-wan doing the french accent, letting out a groan.

"Never mind." For the next three hours you are carried on Obi-wan's shoulders, you couldn't imagine how his back feels. There's no negotiating with the negotiator. Your stomach ached from just being on his back. You did get to sleep for a while, which was great.

“Obi, I can walk now." Your face next the side of his face, softly speaking to him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." With that you were back on the ground, walking with the rest of the company, though you didn't speak to many of the other dwarves much, you found yourself away from Obi-wan and in the company of Fili, who had left the company of his brother. Your conversation had started out normal, Fili telling you about the Elves, and Bilbo saving them.

"Are you courting the man?" Eyes widening at the dwarves words, it was no doubt that you had liked him watching him on screen, but no way he had made advances, had he? He could not, it's not the Jedi way. Why did he flirt with you all the time. As you two grew close, you felt you chest tightening, you could feel that way. Just months ago you had felt the same for Kili, but then Obi-wan had appeared.

"No, why do you ask?" Your face felt hot, unbearably hot, embarrassed that you had been clearly flirting back to Obi-wan.

"It's just that my brother... don't know if you have noticed he has been not himself, and well I think it's because of you and Obi-wan." Fili whispered to you, you could barely hear him, but when you did make out what he was saying, why would Kili not himself because you and Obi-wan, had you offended him some how?

"What do you mean? Why would it be our fault?" It was not appropriate but a chuckle still left his lips, Fili could not understand how you could be so blind.

"You and Obi-wan flirt publicly a lot..." Then it hit you, the reason Kili could barely look at you anymore, you had not really ever have someone like you let alone possibly two. Blush upon your cheeks, "Oh.."

"Now, you must understand, y/n , if you don't feel for him, you must put him down, do you love Obi-wan?" Turning you face back to look at Obi-wan, who had been watching his steps, as he talked to Bilbo, who seemed to be deep into conversation. When Obi-wan's blue eyes had finally caught yours, his lips had turned up in a smile, before you turned back to the blond haired dwarf.

Fili's moustache braids jigging, as you all walked, waiting for your response.

"Jedi's aren't allowed attachments; it would never work out."

“Do you love him?” Repeating the same question, how could you know if you loved him, why would it matter it would never work out, Fili clearly didn’t want his brother heartbroken because you couldn’t decide.

“I d-don’t know, Fee,”

“Do you love Kili?”

“Really, Fili, I don’t know.”

Fili, had suggested to speak to Kili later, what if you only loved Obi-wan platonically?

Once Thorin had stopped the company for the night, and when the sky was dark. Only the glow of the fire upon your faces, Fili had left his brother on a log, making eye contact with you, gesturing for you to swap with him. Sitting upon the rough log, thighs touching, Kili had turned slightly jumping when realising it was you, his brown eyes now looking to yours with the flame of the fire reflected into them. His face with no expression at all, he didn’t even say anything to you. A string of pain, flowed through your heart, you hadn’t realised how you hadn’t spoken to Kili in months, properly anyways.

You had wrapped your arms around Kili neck, your cold flesh against Kili’s neck, as you pulled him into a tight hug, slowly he had accepted it. Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, his dark hair, tickling your neck.

“I’m sorry, Kili.” Pulling away, Kili brows scrunched together, his dark eyes searching your face, he thought he had done something wrong, and was going you space, also think mostly that you and Obi-wan were courting. However, Fili had informed him that you were not courting, he wished he could scold his older brother, for being nosy.

“W-why?” He had been jealous of your behaviour towards Obi-wan no doubt about that, but you shouldn’t have to apologise for his feelings, you could like anyone you wanted, you are beautiful, bodaciously so.

“Because I haven’t spoken to you for months, it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s just...you promise not to repeat this to anyone, especially your uncle?” Kili knew it, you didn’t like him, but his uncle? Yuck, he couldn’t be mean to you though, you were nothing but nice to him. Instead he just nodded, with a small smile.

“Thank you..the real reason why Obi-wan and I were sent here, well is to keep the line of Durin alive, must have a big effect on all the universes otherwise, two people from separate universes would not have been sent. So, we’ve been keeping this secret, it’s been hard, that’s why I spend so much time with Obi-wan.”

Kili’s eyes never left yours, as you spoke, taking a deep breath before you continued on, you were scared for the safety of your friends, Thorin didn’t care what you were doing , because you and Obi-wan were quiet and kept to yourselves, he saw how effective in battle Obi-wan was and didn’t complain. He needed the man power, there was no doubt about that.

“If I am totally honest, I do love Ben, and if he was allowed to be with me, I wouldn’t be with him, it’s not the way of the Jedi. He is my best friend, that is a gentleman, I’m sorry, but his back must’ve killed carrying me like a sack of potatoes. Plus, when we were waiting for you... I was having a bath, he was on guard and fish brush against me, I went running, fell flat on him, that was definitely not a pretty sight for hi-“

“You what?” Kili was scared to know what you were getting and frankly disturbed that Obi-wan had seen you vulnerable. You had reached and gripped his, large dwarven hand, tightly, rough, yet so warm...

“ Doesn’t matter, he was very respectful. Anyways, what I was getting at Kili, is that.. I c-can’t live within you...I love you, not platonically either, I understand if you don’t feel the same for me. I wouldn’t if I was you.” Before you could blink , his soft lips upon your, your hands in you his hair pulling him close, his hands back around his waist.

You finally felt certain of something.

Bonus:

Kili was not the slightest happy when you accidentally cut a lock of his hair off with the saber.

“Hey, Ben, can I cut your hair too?”

“Fuck off, I’m the only Jedi left with good hair, you touch it you’ll become a baked potato.”

“Okay I’m sorry!”

“mon Cherie , I could never harm you, for I love you like a dog.”

“Oi, stop flirting.” Kili had interrupted, petting his burnt detached hair.

“He just called me a dog, that’s not flirting,”

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