Tolkien in The Lord of the Rings: Frodo Baggins, derived from the Old English fród, meaning “wise by experience.” His name is Maura Labingi in Westron and Iorhael in Sindarin, a combination of the root words ior, meaning “old,” and hale, meaning “wise.”
Tolkien in The Hobbit: their names were Balin and Dwalin and Oin and Gloin and Dori and Nori and Ori and Fili and Kili and Bifur and Bombur and Bofur
I love how it’s canon that Yuuri and Victor are so inseparable that they build their lives around living together
I love how it’s canon that Victor was smitten with Yuuri and that all his closeness was him straight-up flirting
I love how it’s canon that Yuuri looked up to Victor since he was a kid and was such a fanboy that he had the latter’s face plastered all over his walls
I love how it’s canon that they exchanged rings which were later explicitly stated to be engagement rings
I love how it’s canon that Victor is constantly clinging to Yuuri even though he isn’t that touchy with anyone else
I love how it’s canon that Yuuri, who was explicitly stated to be uncomfortable with being emotionally vulnerable and needing hugs, opens up to being hugged and starts initiating hugs with Victor himself
I love how it’s canon that Yuuri and Victor prepared a pair skating routine with lifts and tender face touching and matching costumes and they performed it in front of the entire world while their rings were flashing
I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW AND THIS SHIP AND IT STILL MAKES ME CRY ON A REGULAR BASIS
A/N: This was a request from @ihavetwobuckystomyname a very long time ago, and I’m super sorry that this took so long to write, hun! I hope you enjoy it! There’s a song that goes to this as well and it’s right here if you wanna listen!
Body Language - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf Reader
Warnings: Smut. Language. Slight mentions of past neglect. Bucky being adorable. NSFW!
“Stay by my side, I will acquiesce the talk. If it comes down to it and we must trade blows, keep hidden in the trees.”
“Talk?? They’re orcs, Legolas! They don’t talk. They maim.” You whispered the words harshly in his ear as the two of you peered down at the path from the trees.
Legolas merely faced you with a raise of a slender eyebrow. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the concealed shade of the leaves, wisps of silvery blonde hair dusting across his jaw.
And with that he disappeared from sight to the ground below, as lithe and graceful as ever. You didn’t even hear his feet touch the floor, when of course they did.
“Show off…” You muttered, though you knew it to be false. Legolas was just too…
A kind, patient smile and strong hands squeezing your shoulder.
You had tried your best to rile him up, force him to let you go with him and fight, but he never got angry no matter the calculated jabs you threw his way. It was like he had the patience of the revered Queen Galadriel herself, and eventually his complacent tilt of lips got you irritated beyond belief.
You watched Legolas attempt to converse with the disgusting filth below you, the orcs you’d passed by on your trip. You had no idea why he felt it would be necessary to attempt peaceful negotiations; you could merely continue your journey through the trees.
You smiled snidely in mirth at the orcs’ reaction at seeing him. You could never understand the feeling, but you had heard of what the mortals said about the Elven kind. Like silent, deathly angels you were called. You absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind a pointed ear. Once you’d encountered a human on your trip to Rohan and they had quite literally fainted at the sight of you.
Again, you didn’t understand it, but you didn’t understand most of man’s idiocies.
Your attention was drawn again when one of the orcs stealthily approached Legolas from behind. You tilted your head in curiousity as to what they planned to do, and wasn’t surprised in the least when they all tried to ambush your partner.
“I did tell him,” you muttered and slowly got to your feet, stretching languidly as Legolas dispatched the enemy around him.
Your hands instinctively curled around to your back like they had done tens of thousands of times before, the coarse wood beneath your fingertips a familiar sensation. You slipped an arrow out from the pack and notched it in your bow in less than a second, pulling it back taught and brimming with tension.
Wind rustled your hair as your arrow split through the air and pierced straight through an orc’s head, exiting their eyeball with a satisfying squelch.
“Disgusting,” you murmured before jumping down to join Legolas, whirling delicately around the creatures attempting to bring the both of you down.
Hmph. They might have had a chance if it were more of them. Even fifteen to two, this fight was practically already over.
“What are you doing?” Legolas asked you as you rolled under a leaping body besides him.
“Helping. What does it look like?” You drawled. The two of you paused your speaking to interrupt another wave of fighters.
It was a dance, Legolas at your back when you were exposed, your blocks at his side when he looked away, both working like a well oiled machine.
“I told you to dutifully linger in-” A stab of another arrow. “the tree!”
Was that a hint of anger you heard in his voice?
“And you are not my designated potentate or father, Legolas.”
Distracted as you were, you failed to see a pair of sharp claws headed your way and were surprised when you were roughly shoved to the side, Legolas coming to your rescue. He drew the blade he used ever so rarely, swiftly ending the life of the miscreant who had dared try injure yours.
Within the next couple seconds the battle was over (if it could even be called a battle) and the air of the forest was silent once more. Your ear twitched. The animals had been frightened but were beginning to come back out again, and you calmed when you heard the woods coming back to life.
Well, until Legolas turned to you with fire in his smoldering eyes.
You stayed locked in your position as a gesture of defiance, uncaring when he pushed you up against a tree.
“I specifically entrusted you with the simple instruction to stay put,” His teeth were gritted.
This was interesting.
“And I decided not to open my ears to your silly command,” You narrowed your eyes.
Legolas’ hand gripped your chin firmly. “You are hurt.”
You very nearly rolled your eyes, a rude and discriminatory attitude unworthy of your elven status.
“It is a scratch, Legolas. I am no fragile piece of crystal glass.” And yet you both knew what that meant. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been injured in a fight other than a spar with another elf. Legolas himself did not look the slightest bit ruffled though he had been in a fight only mere minutes ago. His attire was immaculate, and not a lock of hair was out of place. The tiny nick on your cheek was enough proof that you were losing your edge.
The sting of the cut was odd, but intriguing.
“You are insufferable beyond name, Y/N!” Your eyebrows rose at his display of annoyance. You had never heard the prince exclaim a mere insult, yet he looked achingly close to burning you alive.
“Why I would assume you are a child, but it seems you do not even have the wit to take on that title!” He had definitely lost it, nostrils flaring, his face flushing. “Even a child knows when to duck and hide!”
“I am no child!” You felt your patience ripped from you. “And would you rather me give up my honour for a simple case as this? If I hadn’t seen your reprehensible face for the last few hundred years I would assume you do not even know me!”
“You are making me wish I never did!”
“I could care less about your notions!”
His fist slammed beside your head on the tree bark. You sneered at him for a half of a second before he was suddenly too close and his mouth was on yours.
You roughly pulled his hair to bring him even closer. He hissed and smoothed a hand over your hip to force no space between your bodies, parting your lips and bringing up your head so that he had full access to send you spiraling into an abyss of pleasure.
Another moment of passion, another tug and pull and clash of your mouths and then he was gone, and with him left any anger or resentment.
You sighed, pressing your forehead to his. “I concede I must rile your nerves to a considerable amount more often if this is the result.”
He chuckled, and he wasn’t even out of breath, the bastard.
“Although I would like the end product, I suppose I would not enjoy the process,” He mused, brushing a silk thumb against the nape of your neck. “Ánin apsenë, melda heri.”
You scoffed even as your cheeks flushed at the smooth syllables rolling off his tongue and into your every pore. Though you preferred to speak in the common language of the lands, there was no comparison to the language of your own kind.
“I suppose,” You answered. “Though do not expect any sympathy at a later date, my prince.”
You watched under lidded eyes as he lifted your hand to press a lingering hot kiss to your palm, then to the inside of your wrist.
“If it is so, may you be my princess?”
“Don’t push it,” you said even as you leaned forward into his touch.