Original Request by Anon: The reader is an elf who joined the company at Rivendell and she and Kíli have mutual feelings for each other. When they arrive in Mirkwood, Kíli becomes smitten with Tauriel and the reader begins to doubt His feelings for her. After they escape she gets stabbed in the leg with a morgul blade. When Kíli tries to help her she pushes him away. After they are healed in Laketown she tries to depart and Kíli stops her, but she hasn’t quite forgiven him yet…
Tauriel helps you off of the table and Sigrid joins her. They place you on the bench and you lean against the table, closing your eyes. You felt utterly exhausted.
“Thank you for saving her. She is my light and I am sorry for misleading you if I have,” you hear but in your addled state you do not know who is speaking. “It has been my pleasure and I do not take offense for I had known that you had loved her and her you after I rescued you from the spiders. She however doesn’t know that.”
Summary: Ireth, a highly skilled Dúnedain Ranger, and her group find themselves at a worn down place called Laketown on one of their missions. Irate slowly starts to become attached to a little brown haired girl named Tilda and soon after, collides with her father, Bard. Two different worlds meet and both of their fates will be put to the test.
The sun was beginning to slowly set behind the lonely mountain; vibrant yellows swirled in harmony with pinks and oranges towards the base of the mountain. The rich blue that encased the sky all day transitioned to a dark, pale purple as it hovered under a blanket of clouds. By this time, the barrels had arrived for Bard to pick up. He, along with the help from Byren, loaded the barge while Ireth played a little game with Tilda. Ireth and Byren bid their farewells as Bard pushed his barge from the shore, waving as they traveled down the river towards the lake.
Almost every night since the rangers arrived in Laketown, the night sky shone all the clearer, but since Ireth’s group location was closer to the forests as the stars shinned even brighter. A crescent moon illuminated that night, lingering in harmony with those little twinkling sprites in the midnight sky. The rangers decided to sleep under the stars instead of shrouded by thick treetops. Their fire’s shimmered on the stone floors, illuminating a warm glow on anyone who sat around them. Flickers and shadowed shapes danced on their faces, the heat rising to meet them.
Ireth was sitting off to the side on a large rock, her eyes glimpsing up towards the stars. Little specks reflected in her eyes, making her own appear similar to the sky above her. Her knees slightly bent and her arms were wrapped loosely around them as her cape was sprawled behind her. As she gazed upon the stars, she thought back on how this day went. Bard and his family got to meet her group and watch her train them. She was amused when Bard’s children laughed as Rickon constantly kept tripping on a rock by the river, the sleek, wet texture making him loose his balance multiple times. Another member from her group tried to save him, to steady his balance, but Rickon’s weight caused them both to fall into the river, much to their dismay. Ireth chuckled to herself as she remembered them both afterwards trying to push the other back into the Lake. Byren had to step in and knock some sense back into them, saying the frozen waters had numbed their minds for they had no common sense left with all their bickering. Bard’s children found that quite amusing while Bard just shook his head.
I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races.
I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds.
I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.