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Khuzdul Lullaby
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Khuzdul Lullaby


Gilim gilim jalaiglim. 

Thatûr ag zanelekha. 

Zelefsu Khajmîthuh

Zelefsu Kurdeluh  

Nurtul jalaneta.

English Translation

Glint glint gleam.

The stars shall soon shine.

Sleep my little gift

Sleep my heart of all hearts 

Your long day is ended.

I’m loathe to add any commentary (which is surprisingly reserved for me) to this haunting, beautiful rendition, because holy frijoles! Goldberrry, you have once again blown me away with your mad skills. *cries softly, hugs you, covers your shoulder in snot and tears*  You. Are. Stupendous. You bring my wriggling mass of rhymes to life, and this lullaby wouldn’t hurt my heart so much if it weren’t for you. I don’t know whether to thank you or kiss you, you ahh YOU.

And since this will be squeezed into The Seventh and Last, and because she is just a fantastic human being to know, I gotta thank Miss Dets as well. Just… ALL HER EMOTIONALLY STIRRING DWARVISH SONGS.The Iron Hills for me, the Iron Hills for me, theironhillsformeforme I may be a queen, but she’s QUEEN OF THOSE FEELS!

(It kinda devolves into a bona fide headcanon after this. Totally unapologetic).

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What to say when you need to break up with a book.
  • 1: It's not me, it's you.
  • 2: We've had fun in the past, but you're just not the same story anymore (on books that are part of a series)
  • 3: I tried, I really did--but it's just not working for me.
  • 4: I feel like I settled for you, I'm sorry.
  • 5: You were a bargain, so I wasn't expecting much to begin with...
  • 6: When I first met you, I thought you were going to be amazing. But, you were too good to be true.
  • 7: You made so many promises and never kept them--sorry, it's just not going to work out.
  • 8: I've learned that just because you're popular with other people doesn't mean you're the one for me.
  • 9: I know your parents are proud of you, but I just don't see it. I'm sorry, they're your parents, they're supposed to love you.
  • 10: Get the hell out of my life!
  • 11: I can do better, I'm sorry.
  • 12: You're just like everyone else--I want something a bit more unique.
  • 13: You've cost me too much and now I can never get both my money and time back.
  • 14: You're too much drama, so I'm done with you.
  • 15: How about I introduce you to my friend--s/he might like you more!
  • 16: You're just not my type, sorry.
  • 17: You're everyone's choice, I'd rather do the indie scene rather than be mainstream.
  • 18: You're too complicated and frankly, you give me headaches.
  • 19: You take up too much space in my life. I need to do some spring cleaning.
  • 20: You made me cry too much, I just can't deal with you right now.
Ashton Irwin Imagine- Drunk.

Ashton’s POV

I was drunk.

God, I was drunk.

I knew I probably shouldn’t be drinking this much tonight and the thought did occur to me at some point. But that point was, I think, at my 4th shot. And I was way overdue at that point.

The party was slowly dieing down in the little apartment. People were passed out, they were still some people chatting in drowsy, slurred voices, and some people were in rooms together doing things I’d rather not mention.

But here I was. Sitting on the floor with a red plastic cup at my side and a look of exhaustion on my face.

And then there was her. She was beautiful, adorable, and sexy at one time. I didn’t honestly know that was possible until I met her.
I could tell she was drunk. But obviously not as drunk as me. Maybe just a little passed tipsy.

She was sitting with her friend, laughing, probably at something that wasn’t even that funny. There she was. Beautiful.

And here I was. Completely shitfaced.

The room was spinning and I felt sick, but I still managed to keep it down. I’ve never drank this much before. Maybe I drank tonight because of jealousy. Maybe it was because I just thought I should give up and have one night of just pure destruction. Maybe it was because I thought I deserved one night to be young and stupid. Maybe it was just because I was stupid.

I couldn’t stop staring at her. It probably looked creepy, but my eyes never seemed to wander anywhere else.

She laughed again at another joke. One hand holding on to her stomach and the other covering her mouth.

God, I’m drunk. I thought.

That was my last thought before I closed my eyes and literally passed out.

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and whisper my name.

“Ash,” The voice said. “Ashton, wake up.” The voice softly spoke.

My eyes slowly opened apart to reveal Y/N.

I rubbed my head. I felt like I sobered up a little, but not a lot.

“Hey,” I murmured. “What time is it?” I asked raising up.

“About 5:30.” She said.

I raised up to see that everyone was asleep.

“Why aren’t you asleep this early?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I tried for awhile, but just couldn’t.” She sat down next to me, resting her back on the wall.

She looked back to me and smiled. “Wow, you’re really drunk.” She laughed.

I wondered how she could see it on my face. But I probably looked like an absolute idiot.

I smiled a bit and before I knew it the words escaped my lips without my approval. “God, you’re really pretty.”

She laughed again. “You’re a lot drunker than I thought.”

I wanted to talk to her more, but my mind was racing and I don’t know if it was because of the endless shots I’d taken or because I was young and stupid. But I kissed her.

And she didn’t kiss back.

After about a second she pushed me away and looked at me shocked.

I was breathing hard and my heart was pounding.

She looked down and started to chew on her bottom lip.

Silence took over the room except for the sound of a few people snoring across from us.

“Ashton, I think you should leave."  She said.

I tried to speak, but she cut me off.

"No Ashton, leave.” She said again.

And so I left.

I wandered the halls thinking what the hell I’d just done.

I loved her. I did.

And I don’t just love her. I adore her. I adore everything she does.

And I keep repeating these days over and over again. These thoughts coming into my mind. That I loved her. And I knew I couldn’t do anything about it.

I wasn’t really sure where I was, what hall I was in, what room I was in front of, but I slid down the wall anyway. Staring at the wall opposite of me.

I loved her. And I am drunk, but I’m not just saying it because I’m drunk. I’m saying it as fact. Like how it’s 64° outside, like how the ocean is salty, and like how I’m absolutely in love with her.

And I desperately needed to tell her that.

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