A/N: Hi guys! Here is the third chapter! Enjoy! I tried to add more of my own writing into it, as requested on the last chapter. Sorry if you feel like it is a slow pace but I can’t rush this story. There is too much to explain haha
Elentári woke up in a start. She looked around her
surroundings, feeling confused and disoriented until her cheek bushed against a
soft material. The half-elf frowned and lifted her hand to brush over the fluffy
fur as she sat up on the sofa she was lying on. Her cold hands pulled the fur
coat off her shoulders and into her lap to observe it. As soon as her eyes landed
on the thick coat, her eyes widen.
This was Thorin’s coat.
The half-elf couldn’t deny that she had felt rather
warm and comfortable the entire night thanks to this coat but she couldn’t help
but wonder why the dwarf king would cover her up with his coat when it was
obvious that he didn’t like her. He was barely tolerating her presence…
Elen sighed but decided to use the coat as Thorin was
nowhere to be seen. She slowly put the coat on and chuckled to herself as she
saw how big it looked on her. Elen tightened the coat around her small frame
and buried her face into the fur one last time before she decided to get up.
The half-elf sighed as the intoxicating sent of Thorin surrounded her. The coat
smelt like rain, smoke, iron and some kind of musk that made her blush without even
knowing why. The girl shook her head and stepped over the two Durin brothers
who were sleeping on the floor before the sofa. She smiled at the position they
were sleeping in. Fili and Kili were lying on their backs with their arms and
legs stretched out. Kili had his right hand over Fili’s face and they were both
snoring loudly. Elen stepped over a few other dwarves and reached the kitchen.
Gandalf and Thorin were absent but as she walked over the kitchen sink to
prepare a quick breakfast for the company, movements from outside the small
kitchen window caught her attention.
Thorin and Gandalf were sitting on a bench before
Bilbo’s house, smoking their pipes and discussing something quietly. Elen
smiled and turned back toward the sink, thinking about something to bake. The
girl walked into the hobbits’ pillaged pantry to find that the dwarves had only
left out a few eggs, a ham and some bacon. She shrugged and took everything
back to the kitchen then started to cook peacefully. She loved morning like
these, the weather would be great and she was excited to finally leave the
routine she lived in the Lothlórien.
“You seem to appreciate the warmth of my coat, Miss
Elentári.” A deep but quiet voice brought Elen out of her daydream, making her
gasp and jump before she turned around to see a smirking Thorin leaning over
the doorway of the kitchen. Elen blushed as she saw his eyes attached to her
“Well… I’m sorry I kept it on. I was still cold but
hm…” Elen stuttered then cleared her throat. “Thank you for letting me borrow
it. I mean… thank you for covering me during the night.” Her voice came out as
a gentle and shy whisper as she shrugged the coat off and walked the small
distance that separated Thorin to her. Elen extended her arm to give the coat
back to the king, which Thorin gladly took. Their hands brushed for a second,
soft and cold against rough and warm. The dwarf looked up with a frown, his icy
blue eyes staring at her face.
“You are freezing!” Thorin’s deep voice said and Elen
bit her lips.
“Do not worry yourself, master dwarf. I will always be
this cold.” Elen tried to explain but she didn’t seem to find the right words
and the air around them suddenly felt awkward.
“Elentári is special.” Gandalf’s voice said from the
other entrance of the kitchen, appearing once again out of nowhere. Elen looked
at Gandalf then at Thorin who was eyeing her suspiciously. “Her skin is cold
because she did not share the body warmth of another for a very long time.” The
wizard said, making the half-elf wince. He made it sound weird and apparently,
Thorin did not understand it the right way as well as he looked at Gandalf with
a raised eyebrow.
“What this old wizard is trying to say…” Elen quickly
added, glaring at Gandalf. “Is that I’ve been living on my own for a long time.
I might be living among the elves of the Lothlórien but I live secluded. Others
do not enjoy my presence so I keep to myself. Only speaking with Gandalf and my
mother or when it’s truly needed.” Elen turned around when she finished her
sentence, feeling embarrassed and truly uncomfortable. She hated how there was
no way to present it without moping around her fate. She groaned at herself and
finished the breakfast as Thorin and Gandalf sat at the kitchen table.
“Odd for an elf…” Thorin simply answered her
explanation. Elen shrugged and placed a huge plate of scrambled eggs, the ham
and the bacon on the table.
“I told you she is special.” Gandalf added, smiling at
his old friend. Elen returned the smile but hopped that she will not have to
explain herself in details. Being alone for so long and finally giving up to
ever find someone she could love was hard enough, she didn’t want to explain
all the causes and consequences. However, she felt an unknown warmth spread into
her heart as Thorin watched her from his spot at the table. A warmth she tried
to ignore vigorously.
Some dwarves joined them soon after. The smell of the
fresh cooked breakfast tearing them away from their deep slumber. Elen secretly
wished that it would also be enough to wake Bilbo up so she could try and
persuade him to join the company but her hopes were thin. Fili and Kili were
the last ones to join the rest around the table, their eyes closing on their
own and yawns escaping their mouths almost every second. Elen smiled at the two
brothers and grabbed a small share of egg before sitting next to Fili and
digging into her food.
“Did you sleep well, Miss Elen?” Kili asked, his mouth
full of eggs and bacon. Elen chuckled and nodded her head, finding the dwarves’
odd way of eating quite amusing.
“Yes, thank you Kili. Thanks to you, your brother and
your uncle.” She answered with a kind smile.
“Uncle?” Fili asked before his little brother could.
“Yes. Thorin lent me his coat, it was a cold night.”
Elen answered as a matter of fact, not understanding how much of a big deal it
was for the two brothers. Their uncle hated elves so lending his coat to one of
them was really strange and unexpected.
“Indeed…” Fili and Kili answered at the same time,
watching their uncle suspiciously but with an amused twinkle in their eyes.
Elen wondered if these two were already up to something but she quickly shook
the thought away as her stomach growled in need of more food.
After breakfast, Ori and Dori offered to wash the
dishes and everyone else worked on tidying Bilbo’s house. To Elentári’s
amazement, the house was perfectly clean in fifteen minutes and everyone was
ready to go. However, Bilbo was still sleeping and unaware of the fuss that was
going around in his house. Elen sighed out and glanced down the hall one last
time, maybe the hobbit would change his mind at the last moment. The dwarves
were already outside the house as Gandalf made his way toward his friend with a
“My dear Elen, it is time to go.” Gandalf warned the
half-elf as he reached her side. Elen glanced up at the wizard and nodded her
“All right, Gandalf. I’m ready.” Elen said and let her
friend lead her out of the house. Elen closed Bag End’s door quietly and made
her way outside with Gandalf by her side.
“Miss Elen?” Thorin’s voice called, making the woman
look up at the king who was already sitting on his pony. “Do you have a pony?” Thorin
asked in his gruff voice. Elen smirked as she opened the small fence of Bilbo’s
garden and stepped next to Thorin’s pony on the dusty path before Bag End.
“I do not have a pony, master dwarf but a young horse.
A colt to be specific.” The woman answered, her smirk not leaving her lips.
Elen was proud of her dear friend, Shadowfax. He was
one of the race of the long-lived Mearas, the greatest horses of Middle-Earth.
Gandalf was the one who presented Shadowfax to Elen, the horse was his friend
but for now he was Elen’s size and not Gandalf’s. Elen turned around and
whistled melodically to call the young white horse who she had left into the
fields behind Bilbo’s house. The white horse appeared from behind the hill,
neighing and galloping in Elen’s direction in a joyful way. His long white mane
flying in the wind as all the dwarves looked on in wonder. Shadowfax slowly stopped
as he approached the young elf woman and Elen bowed her head then reached her
hand to pet the horse’s mane and head.
“By my beard…” Bofur was looking at the horse in
admiration. “Is he what I think he is?”
“Yes, Bofur. Shadowfax is a Mearas.” Elen answered,
smiling at the beautiful creature. Even Thorin watched the horse impressed.
“Shadowfax is our friend since a very long time.”
Gandalf added as he approached the horse while Elen grabbed her bag to tie it
onto Shadowfax’s back. The dwarves were still in shock and admiration as the
half-elf finally climbed on her horse. Thorin’s gaze crossed Elen’s for a brief
second before he called for the company to finally leave Bag End. The half-elf
wondered why Thorin kept glaring at her, did he expect her to attack the
company in their sleep? Or did he expect her to turn into a dragon suddenly and
burn them all to ashes? The woman rolled her eyes and pulled on the reigns to
tear her horse out of his new found breakfast which appeared to be Bilbo’s
Elen rode next to Gandalf, enjoying the last few hills
of Hobbiton as they quickly entered a wooden area (still in the lands of the
Shire). The dwarves were riding their ponies, and Gandalf his horse, down a
path through the woods. Elen could hear a few words of their conversation as
she rode quietly, including “waste of time” and “use a hobbit?!”. Several other
dwarves were huffing at the hobbit’s absence. Elen rolled her eyes at them,
they had so little faith in Bilbo when she knew that a great courage lied in
the hobbit’s heart. The woman was certain that the hobbit would show up. She
observed the company as they all started to bet on whether Bilbo would come or
not. Gandalf said he had faith in Bilbo and accepted to bet against the
majority of the dwarves. Elen smiled as Fili and Kili rode to her sides.
“So, Miss Elen…” Kili started smiling goofily at the
“You said you are only half-elf?” Fili finished his
brother’s question. Elen raised an eyebrow at the two brothers.
“Yes?” She answered, feeling rather unsure as she
already knew that the two brothers were the pranksters of the group.
“So, you are half-elf and half daughter of men?” Kili asked,
his tone neutral and even friendly. Elen looked at the brothers and they only
wore genuine smiles on their features so she decided to answer them.
“Yes. My mother is an elf and my father was a man of…”
“Rohan!” Fili and Kili exclaimed at the same time,
making the young elf shook her head with an amused look on her features.
“Gondor.” She said patting her horse on his mane. Fili
and Kili shared a confused look.
“But your horse is from the plains of Rohan, isn’t
he?” Fili asked, looking at Shadowfax then at Elen.
“Yes, he is but I am not from there.” Elen said and
Fili nodded. “Even if, I think that I can call the Rohirrim my friends.” The
elf added just above a whisper.
Not far ahead, Thorin rode his pony leading the
company with Dwalin close behind. The dwarf king quickly took yet another
glance behind his shoulder to watch his nephews and the elf talk. He wasn’t too
fond of the new friendship the two young dwarves decided to start with the elf
maiden. Thorin wasn’t blind, he could see that she was hiding a lot of things
from them. This girl was used to live alone and he knew that she only trusted
Gandalf in the company but as weird as it seemed, Thorin wanted to know about
her life. Indeed, the main reason why was because he had to guarantee his
company’s safety but deep down the king was simply curious. Elentári of the
Lothlórien was a mystery he had to solve.
“They seem to like the lass.” Dwalin’s voice brought
Thorin out of his thoughts. The bald dwarf smirked as he watched Elen and the
two brothers smile and chat, he was hard on her but even the ruthless warrior
could tell that the elf had no bad intentions. It was quite the opposite.
“Yes…” Thorin answered his friend not wanting to be
very eloquent on the subject. Dwalin chuckled at his leader’s expression,
Thorin looked even more grumpy than usual since Elen’s arrival.
However, as the company kept complaining about the
waste of time Bilbo had generated, the hobbit ran up from behind them as he
tried to catch up. Elen was the first one to notice the hobbit, or more
precisely, to hear the hobbit approaching.
“Wait! Wait!” Bilbo’s voice called out in hope to make
the company stop and be able to catch up with them. Elen stopped Shadowfax,
pulling on the reigns gently. She turned her head around to see Bilbo running
down the path that lead to the company, he looked tired and out of breath but
what Elen focused on the most was the long contract in the hobbit’s hand. A
bright smile made its way over her features as some dwarves called “Woah!” and
stopped their ponies as well. Fili and Kili watched the hobbit impressed by his
decision to finally join them. Bilbo caught up in a few more tired strides and
handed Balin the contract.
“I signed it!” Bilbo said and looked around quickly,
catching Elen’s grin and Gandalf’s proud eyes. Balin took the contract and
inspected it with a pocketglass. He seemed to have a lot of troubles to see
from up close. He then smiled at Bilbo, the old dwarf being one of the few who
had somehow faith in the hobbit.
“Everything appears to be in order.” Balin said as he
folded the contract back and kept it with him. Bilbo looked scared of the
ponies, staring at the gentle creature as if it had tree heads. “Welcome,
Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.” Balin finished and
winked at Bilbo who seemed rather pleased with the old dwarf kind gesture and
with all the cheering coming from the dwarves. Even Elen cheered for the little
hobbit. However, Thorin didn’t look that impressed and even looked grumpier at
the hobbit appearance.
“Give him a pony.” The dwarf king said without
conviction. Bilbo looked slightly frightened and shook his head in
“No, no, no, no.” Bilbo tried to deny. But everyone
was already moving on and Elen chuckled as she saw Fili and Kili approach the
hobbit with grins on their faces. “That… that won’t be necessary, thank you,
but I… I’m sure I can keep up on foot. I… I… I’ve done my fair share of walking
holidays, you know. I even got as far as Frogmorton once… WAGH!” Bilbo’s speech
is cut off as the two brothers rode alongside him and picked him up from behind
by the bridles of his backpack to put him on a pony.
Elen laughed at the frightened look on Bilbo’s face
and she rode quicker to settle next to him and Gandalf in the middle of the
company. The hobbit looked terrified on the pony, he was holding the reigns high
as if he didn’t know how to properly hold them. Then, the pony neighed and
tossed its head backward, making Bilbo quite uncomfortable and carefully shift
on the pony’s back.
“Don’t worry Bilbo. This gentle creature won’t hurt
you.” Elen told the hobbit in a chuckle, amusement lacing her voice.
“Are you sure?” Bilbo muttered, making Elen laugh even
more. In the back of the company Oin’s voice called for Nori.
“Come on, Nori, pay up. Go on.” Oin said amused and
Nori grumpily tossed a sack of money to Oin. Then sacks of money began passing
between the dwarves as Bilbo looked on confused. Elen even had to duck as a
sack brushed past her head.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Oin exclaimed happily, making the
sack jump in his hand a few times before putting it into his bag with a content
smile. Some dwarves started to laugh and Bilbo turned to Gandalf.
“What’s that about?” The hobbit asked the wizard with
“Oh, they took wagers on whether or not you’d turn up.
Most of them bet that you wouldn’t.” Gandalf explained, keeping his eyes on the
“What did you think?” Bilbo asked again, making Elen
smile and glance at Gandalf.
“Hmmm.” The wizard did not answer until he caught a
sack of money tossed to him and put it in his bag. “My dear fellow, I never
doubted you for a second.” He said and Bilbo smiled, turning around to look at
“They did not ask for my opinion, Bilbo. But I never
doubted you.” Elen said, feeling the somehow disappointed look that her new
friend casted her way. Bilbo nodded at her words and whispered a small ‘Thank
you’ before he suddenly sneezed loudly.
“Ohh. All this horse hair, I’m having a reaction.”
Bilbo explained as he searched his pockets for his handkerchief. Elen could see
that he was unable to find it as he looked up in shock. “No, no, wait, wait,
stop! Stop! We have to turn around.” He called out for the entire company to
hear. They all came to a halt, and the dwarves started objecting and asking
what was the problem. Elentári bit her lips as she already knew what the hobbit
“What on earth is the matter?” Gandalf asked, rather
“I forgot my handkerchief.” Bilbo answered, Gandalf
rolled his eyes and Elen had to bit her lip harder in order to control her
giggles. But it was an impossible task as Bofur tore a strip of cloth from his
clothing and tossed it to Bilbo.
“Here! Use this.” The kind but cheeky dwarf said.
Bilbo caught the rag and looked at it in disgust and surprise. The dwarves and
Elen laughed then began to continue their journey.
“Move on.” Thorin barked, annoyed by the hobbit. Elen
looked up at the sound of his voice and stared at the back of his head. She
thought that he looked particularly majestic on his pony but she quickly shook
her head in disbelief at her thoughts and focused back on Gandalf and Bilbo’s
“You’ll have to manage without pockethandkerchiefs
and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey’s end.
You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is
now behind you; the world is ahead.” Gandalf said seriously as they finally
reached the end of the wooden-lands of the Shire. They would have to travel
through many areas, forest, hills, and plains and other more dangerous parts of
Middle-Earth. Elen sighed as she rode next to the Durin brothers once again.
She knew that this quest would not be easy but as weirdly as it sounded she was
glad to be among those dwarves.
The night came quickly that day and Thorin called for
company to stop and set the camp. They stopped in a huge clearing close to the
woods they were traveling through, Thorin wanted to keep going but he had to
ease his excitement to reach the mountain quickly as they had to arrive at the
Lonely Mountain healthy and in good shape. Elen jumped off of Shadowfax’s back
and stretched her sore muscles as she watched the other dwarves start a fire
and tend to the ponies in a rush. The half-elf took the saddle off her horse
and let him rest among the ponies without bothering to tie him up somewhere.
Shadowfax wasn’t under her orders but he was her friend, he was free to go if
he wanted to.
“Don’t you tie him up for the night?” Bilbo asked from
behind her. Elen turned around and shook her head ‘no’ with a smile on her
“Shadowfax is my friend, I don’t want to tie him up.
If he needs to escape he can run for his life.” Elen explained, looking back at
her white young horse for a brief second. Bilbo seemed to think about it for a
few second before her decided to nod and try to find a spot to rest. Elen went
around camp to look for Gandalf. She found the wizard with Thorin and Balin,
talking about the road they’ll have to cover on the next day.
“We could reach the hidden valley for tomorrow evening…”
Gandalf said but Thorin cut him almost aggressively.
“I will not go near this place!” The dwarf king said,
looking at Balin for support.
“We do not need their help.” The old dwarf added in
agreement to his king. Gandalf sighed and tried to reason them but nothing
seemed to work so Elen stepped in.
“If you allow me to interrupt, my lords, I think that
it would be wise to ask for Lord Elrond’s skills with those runes on your map.”
The half-elf dared to say, receiving a relieved look from Gandalf but a hard glare
from Thorin. Balin just looked at her, listening to what she had to say.
“I do not want to hear what you think, elf.” Thorin
hissed at Elen. “Indeed, you would seek refuge among your people! You are no
different than those disgraceful elves!” His words stabbed Elen’s heart but the
woman tried to look indifferent even if deep down she wondered why he was
suddenly lashing out on her for no apparent reasons.
“I beg your pardon?!” Elen exclaimed in disbelief. “Disgraceful
elves?!” She shouted in anger and taking a step closer to the dwarf. Balin and
Gandalf quickly stepped in before it could escalade even more.
“Well, well, lass calm down…” Balin tried to soothe
the girl but Elen was fuming.
“I won’t calm down! I deserve respect! I did nothing
wrong to you and your people, Thorin!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the
“You did nothing wrong?!” Thorin hissed in sarcasm. “Your
people left us for dead, they did nothing when we asked for their help!” The
king screamed, trying to get past Gandalf.
“I did not take that decision for them!” Elen tried to
defend herself as the entire company was now looking at them in slight
“Now it is enough you two!” Gandalf said, glaring at
Thorin then at Elen.
“Oh, don’t you look at me, Mithrandir! He started it!”
Elentári said and pointed her forefinger at Thorin. The dwarf glared more at
her but finally turned away and walked in Dwalin’s direction to avoid the elf.
The dwarf warrior was already on watch when Thorin sat
next to him frowning and clearly angry beyond measure. Dwalin did not dare to open
his mouth as he turned around to look at his friends in confusion. The other
dwarves chuckled among themselves, they couldn’t help but think how much
Elentári was not behaving like a normal elf. She was quick and hot tempered for
an elf, she talked back and she was way too cheeky and funny for a lady of her
kind. Elen groaned, the tip of her ears red with anger and her first clenched
into tight fists at her side.
“Stupid dwarf! If only he knew!” She muttered angrily
before storming away to sit next to Bilbo near the fire and far away from
Thorin. However, Balin and Gandalf heard her and the old dwarf frowned before
looking quizzically at the wizard. What did she mean by ‘if only he knew’?
Gandalf quickly avoided Balin’s eyes and also made his way toward the fire
where everyone started to eat.
“Are you all right?” Bilbo asked the elf as she sat muttering
about how stupid the dwarf king was.
“Hm…” Elen answered with a nod, too angry to talk.
Bilbo sighed and wondered why Thorin was so hard on her. He could understand
that the elves had done something unforgivable but Elentári was different.
Moreover, Bilbo could swear that he saw a sparkle of care in Thorin’s eyes when
he watched Elen when he thought she wasn’t looking. Bilbo suddenly wondered
what happened that made the dwarves hate elves that much.
“Balin.” The hobbit called to the old dwarf at his
left. Balin turned his head to look at Bilbo and some other dwarves looked up
as well. “You said that the elves did not help you when Smaug attacked Erebor
but… Is there anybody else who helped that day?” Bilbo asked, genuinely trying
to understand. The dwarves looked at each other as if they wondered if Bilbo
could be trusted with this information they were ready to share with the
“Well lad, there is someone who helped us.” Balin
started, Bilbo looked at him then at Bofur who was nodding his head vigorously.
“Aye, there is the ‘White Light’!” Bofur exclaimed and
the dwarves gathered around the fire to listen. Fili and Kili seemed to be
really interested in this story.
“Uncle used to tell us the tale of the ‘White Light’
every night when we were dwarflings!” Kili said, his older brother smiling at
the memory. Bilbo glanced at them then back at Balin.
“The White Light? What is that?” The hobbit asked,
already too interested to let it drop.
“The White Light is an ancient entity that helped us
and swore to protect the line of Durin.” Bofur answered, Balin nodded and added
a longer explanation.
“When we escaped Erebor with the wounded and the few survivors,
Thranduil the great eleven king of Mirkwood cowered back into his kingdom in
fear of the dragon’s fire.” Balin started, everyone now listening to every word
that left his lips. “We were homeless and defenseless. Smaug saw his chance and
tried to get rid of any remaining dwarf in Erebor who were trying to run for
their life. We couldn’t help them but suddenly, a flash of white light entered
Erebor and fought the dragon!” Bilbo could almost feel Elentári shook from next
to him at this point.
“The dwarves who were present that day said that the
White Light was an ancient warrior of old times. That it was Mahal’s spirit
itself that appeared to protect his own creation! This diversion gave the
opportunity to almost all the remaining dwarves in the main halls to escape.
Including my own father.” Balin finished, a kind smile appearing on his lips
and his eyes tearing up. Elen looked up at the dwarves, Oin and Gloin were also
tearing up at Balin’s tales. Her eyes trailed up and met Gandalf’s gaze for a few
seconds then she looked away, absorbed by the fire.
“And… What happened to the White Light after that?”
Bilbo asked entranced by the tale.
“We only saw it once again during the battle of the Moria
but it was the last time.” Balin finished then everyone was silent. Even Thorin
and Dwalin were listening from their spot a little separated from the fire.
Dwalin watched as his best friend and king stared at
the elf maiden from far away. He could see the fight that was going on into his
eyes. Dwalin already knew that Thorin felt something for the girl but what is
was, was still a mystery for him.
“She’s a rather secretive lass, isn’t she?” Dwalin finally
spoke up to bring Thorin out of his daze.
La Da Dee (PMV) was always planned to be a full, three+ minute video. But, once the shorter version was released, I knew the full version would need to be worth it. It really needed to be an upgrade, rather than just more of the same.
I figured that would be satisfied by two things: An emotional climax earned and built up to by the rest of the video, and a visual climax that did something way beyond what had been done already. The emotional climax would be the reveal of Shining Oaks, and that would mostly be sold by Heir’s wonderful teary Twilights. The visual climax, however, would be my job. There were certainly times I questioned if I was contributing my fair share to this project, so I wanted an awe-inspiring contraption that made people go ‘Whoa’ as it opened up.
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It wasn’t working out. It still felt pretty much as flat as everything that came before it. I imagined towering foreground elements creating a crazy sense of scale, but two lightposts didn’t much accomplish that…
Also, I thought I would just sort of… figure out how pop-up books worked, I guess?? I didn’t. When it came time for the page to turn to the Everfree scene, I couldn’t manage to get all the trees in I wanted. Turns out you need lots of space, for one, and with those ponies hanging there…
As one of the prologue animations implies, I lost the whole pop-up book when my hard drive crashed, so I just did something totally new. Keeping the 3D plane idea but losing the page-flipping aspect, I was left with a diorama. Pulling the camera out into the scene, rather than the scene simply being revealed via what was essentially a curtain going up, helped it feel much more 3D. The taxi ponies also helped created more depth, even if they did end up being yet another “one more thing…” for poor Heir.
Ultimately, I think the Shining Oaks scene ended up being both the emotional and visual climax, which is how things should be, really. But at least the final diorama scene ended up much closer to the ‘Whoa’ effect I was going for than the pop-up book was shaping up to be.
There are so many great artists in this fandom, I thought I’d show my appreciation with a list of my favorites! Some are well known, others aren’t. They are all wonderful and talented. I’ll keep adding to this list when I can~ I love you all, keep making great stuff! [mutuals are in bold]
Outside in the cold again? Wasn’t Kingsley( @ask-king-sombra ) looking at the pictures in a book, making fun of names on a map just a moment ago? Beckoning for his traveling companion it appears his friend was no longer beside him, however these mountain regions were very different from before, he could see a city off in the distance! But it did not seem like the Crystal Empire he remembered so fondly, nor was the kingdom he sought inhabited by miniature dwarf like ponies…Coffin Mountains?…Kingsley had a sinking feeling he was no longer in Canterlot anymore. These dwarf ponies, aptly calling themselves Stouts, insisted if Kingsely must be off into the snowy mountains that he must protect himself from the cold…and worse, the dreaded ‘Ferals’ of the Coffins. The proper attire must be had.
The Stouts are small mountain dwelling ponies that inhabit a kingdom far further to the northwest of Shroudtrott. Hardy workers, miners, and tinkerers to most ponies traversing dangerous peeks like the Coffin’s is no easy task, but not for these sturdy ponies. However Stouts in the Coffin Mountains tend to build their homes inside the faces of the mountains, or even live deep inside underground cities. For the danger’s of what lives out in the peeks of the jagged landscapes strikes fear to any who live in Shroudtrott. Even since the Elder Wyrm was sealed away in the Coffin Mountains during the first age, feral dragon attacks have been all the more prevalent in the region. The Stouts have created tunnels for ponies to make safe passage, but even then the likelihood of feral dragon attacks are exceedingly high. All who live in the Coffins commonly wear triple layered sheep’s wool coats while traveling above ground, however while among the underground Stout cities there is a fashion trend in wearing shields. Stout civilization revolve around the crafting of shields and show great pride and notoriety of the family who’s clan’s design appears on the shield. Unfortunately unwitting ponies who are not aware of this custom commonly find themselves involved in Stout Family Feuds due to the design that appears on their shield. This leaves the shield-bearer engaged in the hardy sport of intense drinking contests. Contests that leave one drunk on the floor asking themselves how such tiny ponies can drink that much alcohol and not succumb to poisoning, just before blacking out.