lady of imladris

First Meeting

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Bold and Italicized= Khuzdul

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Also this could be a very, in the future, spin off of this but like it could also be read as a oneshot. Whatever floats your boat.

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One Tiny Kitten

Imagine: here || word count: 1296 || Genre: fluff || pairing: Lindir x reader. || a/n dedicated to songbirdlindir because she’s having a bad night and everything is better with cute kittens :)

“No absolutely not y/n!”

Lindir attempted to glare at you, but your face was partially hidden behind a small orange ball of fur, better known as an adorable kitten.

You sighed.
Lindirs protests weren’t really a surprise to you.
He’d always been so proper and a little strict. You also knew that he really disliked surprises and chaos, at least he had for all the time that you had known him.

Cuddling the tiny kitten closer to your chest you carefully watched his face, but he was as unreadable as always, except maybe for a slight twitch of an eyebrow.

You’d gone to Bree earlier that month with a couple of traders, hoping to find some new fabrics to use in the dresses that the ladies of Imladris had commissioned for the upcoming feast.
At first Lord Elrond hadn’t liked the idea of you going with them, but you’d been adamant that you’d be allowed to go, after all a good seamstress had to get new fabrics and new inspiration every once in awhile, right?
Promising to make a stunning gown for Arwen on your return had been the ace in your sleeve, he couldn’t deny your request after seeing her excitement.

On the way back you’d stumbled on the poor little kitten, all alone and defenseless. There was no way you could just leave it out in the wild, which is why you were now stuck trying to convince Lindir to let you keep it.

“But Lindir it’s just one tiny little kitten”.

Seeing that your statement had made no impact on him you resorted to begging.

“Please please please Lindir! I promise she’ll  stay in my room, you’ll never even notice that she’s here! And… And I’ll take care of her all on my own I promise!”

“Y/n do you even know how to care for a kitten?”

“Well…”

He sighed and raised an eyebrow, in that perfect infuriating way that made you weak in the knees and lose your train of thought.
It would be so much easier to come up with good arguments if you didn’t like him so much.

“I mean how hard can it be, right?”

As a last ditch effort you made your very best puppy dog eyes and fluttered your lashes.

Lindir looked away with a barely hidden groan.

“Fine y/n but if it causes any kind of trouble, it’ll have to go”.

“Yes, yes of course Lindir!”

You hugged him in your excitement and barely avoided squishing the protesting kitten between your bodies, before running off towards your rooms.

Carefully depositing the kitten on your bed you let out a tiny squeal, you could barely believe that Lindir had let you keep her.

“Now we need a name for you don’t we?”

The kitten meowed seemingly in agreement with your statement and contended flicked its bushy tail, it’s tiny yellow eyes following you with interest.

“Hmm how about Culuina?”

The only response was a tiny hiss.

“No? Well then how about Titta?”

This time the kitten purred and snuggled into your pillow.

“Well Titta it is then, now don’t go anywhere while I go find some food for you!”

You giggled at your own attempt at sounding stern and headed down to the kitchens carefully closing the door behind you so that Titta wouldn’t escape.

Gaeldir the head chef in the main kitchen had given you funny looks when you had asked for some raw fish, but he’d nonetheless chopped some into a bowl for you while you skillfully dodged his questions.
You were soon on your way back to your room, with some fish for Titta and some divine fresh honeybread for yourself.

Only to have your heart skip a beat when you discovered an empty room.
Quickly setting the food on the nearest surface, you got on your knees to look under the bed and the other furniture. There was no sign of the little fur ball anywhere, you even looked in the bathroom!

“Titta!”

Where was she and how did she get out in the first place? The hallway was empty so you carefully called for her, no need to alert anyone to your missing kitten if you could help it.

“Titta!”

By the valar where could the little fluff ball have gone? You had to find her before anyone noticed her especially Lindir.

Making your way into the gardens you were starting to get really worried Imladris was a big place and a kitten could hide pretty much anywhere.

“Are you looking for this?”

You froze, please dear Valar don’t do this to me, was the only thought running through your head as you turned in the direction of Lindirs voice.

You let out a barely audible gasp because resting in his arms was your missing kitten.

“Titta! I’m so sorry Lindir!”

You quickly made your way over to Lindir to reclaim your lost kitten, before she can upset Lindir further.
But as you attempted to pick Titta up, she hissed and dug her sharp little claws deeper into Lindirs arm.

“Auch! y/n your kitten is a little terror.”

“Amin hiraetha Lindir!”

Your hands were shaking as you carefully tried to untangled Titta’s claws from his robes.

“I don’t know how she got out I swear”.

You desperately tried to keep the tears at bay, you did not want to cry in front of Lindir, but you knew he was going to make you get rid of Titta after this mishap.

As you felt the first stubborn tears slide down your cheek, Lindir’s free hand firmly grasped your chin and turned your head so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Hush lirimaer I’m not upset.”

He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb catching the fresh tears and the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile.

“But you said if she got out or caused trouble I… I couldn’t keep her” you sniffled.

He sighed and looked away. “I know, but I can’t bear to see you cry.”

“Really? So I can still keep her?” You questioned while sending him a watery smile.

He nodded still holding Titta who stubbornly refused to let go of his sleeve.

“I… Thank you Lindir”.

“Well let us get her back to your room shall we y/n?” As soon as you nodded he turned to walk back inside.

You were a little stunned at the turn of events so by the time you caught up Lindir had already placed Titta back on your bed and was softly petting the little troublemaker.
The sight was rather endearing and made you giggle, which in turn made Lindir look up at you a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Well I should be going, now try to keep her out of trouble y/n.”

He’d almost made it out the door when you decided to take a chance.

“Lindir wait!”

He turned to look at you but instead of saying anything, you simply walked up to him and standing on your toes pressed a kiss to his lips. Stepping back and looking at your feet you desperately hoped that your face wasn’t turning as red as you feared.

“Y/n?”

While you were afraid of his reaction, you simply couldn’t not look up at him when he said your name in such a way.
When your eyes met he reached out and grasping your waist he pulled you into a tender kiss.

“Amin mela lle y/n” he smiled teasingly “despite your little furry monster”.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up at least Titta’s little adventure brought something good with it.

Elvish:
culuina - orange (colour)
Titta - tiny
Amin hiraetha - I’m sorry
Lirimaer - lovely one
Amin mela lle - I love you

Adventure Awaits(DISCONTINUED)

Summary: A year has passed since Erebor had been reclaimed and everything seemed to be going well until you are forced to go on another adventure not only with dwarves, but elves and men as well.

Chapter Summary: You begin the quest to destroy the one ring, but are you ready?

Pairings: Haldir x Reader

Notes: I’m actually trash at writing anything that isn’t dialogue. Elf!Reader, Lord Elrond’s Daughter, OoC Characters.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

You make your way to your room, ignoring all of the dwarves that you pass. Once you get to your room, you grab a pack and start putting clothes in there. You also pack away your map, leaving a note explaining to anyone who shows where you’re going and when and if you’d be back. You grab the ring and stick it on a chain, putting it around your next. Putting on your weapons, you make to the entrance.

“You going somewhere lassie?” Dwalin asks as you walk outside of the gate. You look up to the dwarves that are on guard and smile. 

“Yes, I’m going to Dale for a bit then Mirkwood and I should be back in a couple of days,” you respond.

He nods, suspecting that that is not the whole truth but not wanting to pry. You walk to the stables and grab your horse, Loki. He is a white stallion with black hair and green eyes and basically your best friend. You’d found him a few months ago while on a hunt with Kili and Fili. He was just wandering the plains and you found him immediately interesting. You have never seen a white horse with black hair and you absolutely loved him from the moment you laid eyes on him and he, apparently, felt the same.

You smile as he nudges you, accepting the apple in your hand. 

“Come on boy, we have a long six months ahead,” you say, putting on his saddle. You mount your horse and ride to Mirkwood at top speed, getting to the outer gates (the gates which the company almost got stuck on) in an hour or two.

“Who goes there?” You’re asked as you jump off of your horse. You know that all of their bows are pointing at you. 

“Lady y/n of Imladris. I came to seek council with King Thranduil,” you state.

“My lady. Please follow me and leave your horse here. We will watch it,” a brown haired elf states and you tie Loki to a near by tree but make it so the rope is long enough for him to reach the river. You give him another apple and walk up the stairs, nodding to the guards who bow at you.

“We were not expecting you. Last I saw you, you were tucked in a barrel with the Halfling,” he states, mood going foul and you laugh.

You have no idea why you decided to go on the barrel ride. You could’ve been let go, but where was the fun in that? You were too tall for the barrels so you basically sat in it which made for an interesting sight. You actually saved Bilbo from drowning by pulling him into the barrel with you and thank valar that he was a small thing and didn’t take up much space.

“I must apologize for that. We were just trying to escape,” you say, smiling. He smiles back and there’s a throat being cleared in front of you.

You both turn to find Legolas.

“Ah if it isn’t Prince Pompous of the Woodland Realm. How nice it is to see you,” you say, bowing. He smiles and offers his arm.

“Thank you, kind sir. I shall see you later,” you tell the guard, taking Legolas’ arm.

“Why do you pretend to hate me still?” He asks. “I pretend to hate you because it is fun, my blonde prince,” you say, tugging on his hair lightly. He shakes his head.

“Did your father sense that I was here?” You ask, watching the night sky. “No. I was actually about to go on patrol when I saw you walking with one of the guards,” he tells you.

You smile.

“Why are you here?” He asks.

“I’m going on a journey and I need to seek permission from your father to pass through,” you reply.

“What kind of journey?” He asks. You lift the ring out from under your shirt and turn it to him.

“I’ve only heard stories,” he mutters. “Well the stories were true and I will be taking the ring to Mordor,” you state. “And I will come with you,” he says. You smile at him. “I could use the company,” you say. “Shouldn’t there be more of us?” He asks.

You sigh and tell him about your conversation with your father. The weight of the situation hits you harder than you expected it to and you can’t help but cry. He pulls you into a hug and you sob into his shoulder. He pulls you closer and rests his head on yours.

“Legolas,” you hear a voice call. You ignore it as Legolas turns his head toward to source. “Bring her in,” it states and Legolas lifts you up easily. You wrap your arms around his neck and just lean into the crook of it. After  10 minutes of walking, Legolas puts you down.

He wipes your tears away and you smile tearfully at him. You turn and find yourself in the throne room. It still looks like it did a year ago. You look up the King who is just walking up the stairs.

“On my walk, I did not expect to find you crying in the arms of my son,” Thranduil says, taking a seat.

“I did not expect to cry in the arms of your son,” is your short reply. “Why does your heart hurt?” He asks.

“It seems, my lord, that I am just a burden to the race of elves. A mistake made by Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. You were right when you said I was stupid. Stupid enough to believe that my family would still love me after my mistakes and stupid enough to believe that I was born in the right race. So, you were right about me. Does that make you happy?” You ask, looking at the ground.

He frowns. He did not dislike you. He liked you a lot actually. You were the only elf that dared speak their mind. You were not afraid of anything and would risk everything for anyone.

“No it does not,” he says and you snap your head toward him.

“After watching you aide the dwarves, I had always regretted calling you stupid and reckless. You were neither. You were just an elf trying to protect the ones she loved. Just like I am trying to do. It upsets me to see such a fierce and amazing warrior be reduced to shambles. You are not a burden to race of elves. You are an example of what elves should be. Loving, caring, kind. You are all the we aspire to be,” he tells you kindly and you smile brightly up at him.

“Thank you, my king. Your words are too kind,” you state bowing your head.

“Nonsense. Now, rest. We will discuss exactly why you are here, tomorrow. Loki will be taken care of. Do not fret,” he states and you nod sighing. Legolas leads you to a spare bedroom.

“Goodnight Lady Y/N,” he says. “Goodnight Prince Legolas,” you say walking into your room. He smiles as you close the door. That is the first time you’ve ever called him by his actual title.

You remove your boots and slip into the nice comfortable bed, falling into a deep sleep. You wake up to knocking on your door. You groan and open it, not expecting the sight before you.

There, in front of you, is Gandalf, Bilbo, Kili, Dwalin, Ori, Haldir, Tauriel, Orion, Poldo, and Legolas. All of them have packs except for Legolas.

“You didn’t think we’d let you carry this burden alone did you?” Bilbo asks and you can’t help but smile.

“Come now. Father has requested that we all stay for lunch before heading out,” Legolas states. 

“Lunch?! I slept in?” You ask, running back into your room and grabbing your pack and boots along with your weapons. You make your way outside again running into Poldo.

He steadies you and you laugh, smiling slightly. Haldir growls a bit and holds out his arm for you to take and you do.

He feels slightly threatened at the fact that the two men that have decided to join the company are all rather good looking and exactly the kind of guy you said you were interested in. What he didn’t realize was that you meant what you said when you said you loved him.

“Why did you guys come?” You ask. 

“That ring is not your burden to carry. It is all of ours,” Gandalf says.

“A Company of three dwarves, four elves, two men, one hobbit and one wizard? This is going to be an interesting four months,” you state, intertwining your fingers with Haldir’s. 

“There are three people I would follow until the end of my days and that is Thorin, my brother, and you. Don’t you dare forget that,” Dwalin says.

You all make your way into the dining room and you spot Thranduil speaking with Lord Elrond. They have yet to notice your presence.

Thranduil seems angry.

“Your daughter is already shunned by every elven kingdom except this one and hearing that she is a burden directly from her father will ruin her. It already has,” he tells Lord Elrond and you can’t help but think that the elves here treated you the same. They did not look down at you. That realization makes you think of Greenwood differently.

Thranduil looks at you all as you all take a seat around the table. Legolas sits next to his father with Tauriel, Kili, Ori, Poldo, and Bilbo next to him. Gandalf sits next to Lord Elrond with Haldir, Orion, Dwalin and you next to him.

“Please, help yourself,” Thranduil says and everyone starts to eat except you. You no longer feel comfortable being in the same room as your father. Thranduil notices this and sighs.

“Y/n, you came to me last night to ask for something. What was it?” He asks and you look at him.

“For passage through your kingdom. I was headed west and then south to lorien and south again to Mina’s tirith,” you reply.

“You had failed to mention that you had the one ring with you,” he says.

“If I remember correctly, you told me to go to bed after finding me crying to Legolas.”

The glass in Dwalin’s hand shatters and he apologizes quickly trying to clean up the mess.

You were a very important part of the Company and very solemn did you cry. Actually, you have never cried in front of the Company. You were always so happy and now that you had been hurt, without any of the members of the Company to console you, Dwalin felt ashamed

“That I did,” is all he says.

“If you excuse me, I’m not that hungry,” you say, standing.

“We leave in two hours. In the mean time I will be helping with patrol,” you announce, grabbing your pack and weapons. 

You make your way to the other entrance, the one you came through last night and you go to the stables to check on Loki. He neighs as he sees you and you smile, giving him an apple.

“Just a little while longer, boy and we’ll be off,” you say, brushing his mane. You put your pack on a hook next to his stall and walk out back to the wall. You see the guard from last night and smile at him as you sit on the wall.

“Are you sure you want to do that milady?” Another guard asks nervously.

“I live with dwarves. What could possible go wrong?” You ask, testing waters. 

You miss the widening eyes of all the guards.

“What’s it like? Living with them? They seem to be a rowdy bunch,” the guard from last night asks.

“That they are, but they’re a good bunch. Fiercely loyal to those they care about and I have not met a dwarf who’s intentions were bad,” you say. 

“How do you get around? Aren’t the spaces a bit too small?” A female asks and you laugh.

“Dwarves like to build things that are ten times their height meaning everything is normally sized except the furniture,” you say, laughing and you proceed to tell them about the year you spent living and traveling with the dwarves.

“And then, with the towel, I proceeded to whip his bottom. You wouldn’t expect a King of Dwarves to jump that high,” you laugh and the rest of the elves follow.

“You bring merriment wherever you go, don’t you? Even to guards that are supposed to be doing their jobs,” you hear Thranduil voice and the guards stop laughing immediately and you do not need to turn to know that they had straightened out.

You turn and stand, seeing the rest of the Company mounting their horses. Haldir is holding yours with your pack and an unknown extra one

“We all need a little joy in our lives even if some of it is at the expense of others pain,” you say, winking at Elliaina, who blushes brightly. She had a liking for the dwarf king but did not know how to tell him and you doubted that she was ever going to tell him.

“You must be off, friend, you have already lost a lot of light. If you follow this river, you will reach the grey mounts. When you are at the end of the forest, go south. Stay out of the forest and only go in to rest. There is darkness the lies upon the boarders,” he explains and you nod.

“Just know that if you ever find yourself in need of help, send a raven,” he states and you nod yet again and make your way to your horse, mounting it. 

You turn your horse to the group.

“Horses can only travel 25 miles straight before needing to rest meaning we will make four stops before coming to the end of the forest. By the third, it will already be nightfall. Keep your ponies at a run,” you state and everyone nods. 

You kick your horse and he starts running long the river with the Company following behind. You do not slow until you feel Loki grow tired. 

You get off of your horse and lead him to the water, everyone else following behind. You look at the position of the sun and it looks like it’ll be a few hours until the sun sets. 

“We made good time. An hour I should say. We will rest for an hour so take care of your horses, they need it after all the work that they’ve done,” you say, leading your horse to sit under the shade. You look around to see if anyone has brought a pot and you smile as you see Ori’s pack with one.

“Ori? Can I borrow that pot?” You ask. And he nods, confused as he gives it to you. You move over to the river and fill the pot up with as much water as you can and you gently pour it over your horse, making sure to get every inch of his body. He sighs a little and you smile, handing him another apple.

“You’ve been a good boy, Loki,” you say and he nudges your hand. You smile, giving back the pot to Ori so he could do the same to his horse. You lay your head on your horses neck, looking at the map. 

“Ori? Do you have a spare quill by chance?”

“Yes I do. Here you go. Quill and ink pot,” he says, handing over the items. “Thank you,” you say, dipping your quill in the ink and marking your location.

“Where to next boss lady?” Kili asks leaning on the side of your horse.

“We will continue to follow the river until we see the plains. Then we will follow the trees south and continue the trek until we reach the elven path. From there will will head west across the Old Ford and continue south to Lothlorien. From there we will ride to Rohan and make for Minas Tirith. Last I heard, it was under the rule of Ecthellion II and he seems to be a reasonable man. A fit ruler of the people of Gondor,” you state showing him the path that you have mapped.

“You have mapped it through Beorn’s land. Do you think he will be happy to see us?” Kili asks.

“It does not matter if he will be happy. That is the only way to go. We could have went straight south, but I need to speak with my grandmother,” you say, putting it away and looking around your resting area.

The group seem to be getting along well. The only problem was that Haldir was glaring at well everyone.

“Your elf is not too happy,” Kili states, laughing. 

“I may or may not have told them that I liked men who had beards and long but not too long hair,” you shrug and he laughs.

It’s the main concept in all these men and dwarves. The men had hair as long as Kilis and they were all tied back in a half up half down style and they had small beards. Smaller then Thorin’s at least. They both are all good looking, however, they were both married. Orion had two sons both with blue eyes and black hair like their father and Poldo had two adopted sons name Klien and Amarad who were well into their 20’s.

“He doesn’t know this but he needs worry about nothing. Terin, another guard in Dale, and Poldo are currently together with two 20 year old sons and Orion is married with two boys as well,” you say, shrugging and moving over to fill up your flasks with water. 

You look over to Gandalf and Bilbo who are both smoking their pipes and you make your way over to them. 

“Did my father say anything to you, Mithrandir?” You ask, sitting in front of him. He exhales the smoke and it turns into an oliphant. Something that you’ve never encountered in your 2842 years of life.

“He did not,” he replies, taking another puff.

“Oh, I see,” you mutter, bringing up your legs so your chin can rest on top of it.

“Do not fret, dear child. Your father is simply trying to gather his thoughts. Never has he ever lost his temper like that and he still loves you,” he says, noticing your sadness.

You just nod.

“How old are you Gandalf?” Bilbo asks, trying to change the question. Gandalf smiles.

“I came to middle earth about 1942 years ago, but like the elves I’m immortal. We were all brought here in the year 1,000,” he says, taking another puff.

“So y/n is older than you?” Bilbo asks and Gandalf’s eyes wander over to you. “If you are thinking about who has been on middle earth the longest then yes, but I have been around for far longer than that,” he says and you stand. 

Forty minutes later, you guys are on the same path, this time making your ponies trot. You stop as the sun sets. 

“We will stop here for the night,” you say as you spot a clearing large enough for all of your horses and yourselves. You get off and walk into the clearing, tying your horse to the tree and everyone does the same, making sure there is enough room.

“Poldo and Orion, gather some firewood and be on the lookout. This forest is very dangerous,” you say and the two men nod.

“Dwalin and Tauriel you got first watch with Orion. I will bring you dinner when it’s ready. Next on watch will be Kili, Bilbo and I. We will come and get you when it is time to switch. Two will be watching the inside of the forest and one will be watching the river. We leave at first sunlight,” you order and everyone goes to do what they’re told. 

Bilbo gathers rocks and sets them in a circle for the campfire as the two come back with sticks and a bit of tinder. You go into the second pack that you know didn’t belong to you and you find three sticks that’ll be able to hold the pot over the fire. You also find herbs, vegetables, and spices along with different types meat in a wrap and a lot of Lembas bread. You counted 30 of them. Two for each and two extra. You grab your water skin, thanking Thranduil for giving you food before you left even if it was meat.

Your kin were not vegetarians like most suspected. They just pretend to be just to see how far they could push someone. The dwarves were one of the many guests that thought you were all vegetarians and your father found it funny.

You give the meat over to Ori and look at Bilbo. “If you could help Ori that would be great,” you say and he nods and moves to sit next to Ori. He cuts the meat while Ori cuts the vegetables.

Gandalf starts the fire with his fingers and you watch as all the horses lay down for the night.

You sigh, relaxing. You don’t know how Thorin did it for seven months. 

“He was born a leader. That’s how he did,” Gandalf says as if reading your mind.

“I obviously was not. What am I to do Gandalf?” You ask, fiddling with the ring. 

“Relax. You are doing fine. There are other people here who can help. They’re all very fine leaders in their own way,” he says, lighting his pipe again. 

You smile and find a long to sit on, bringing it back to the camp with help from Haldir.

You bring out the quill and ink pot along with the map as Haldir leaves to settle down. You use the key on the side to see how much distance you’ve covered from the forest lake.

“We have about another 75 miles to travel before we reach the end of Mirkwood. From there to the road is another 200 miles. It’ll take us about four days travel if we walk it, another day to reach the Old Ford and another four days to reach Lorien,” you mutter to yourself carefully estimating the time it’ll take to get to Lorien.

Another hand takes yours and your attention is drawn to Haldir.

“Relax. We will be fine,” he says and you put the map down, capping the ink and resting your head on his shoulders as he comes to sit next to you.

“Tell us a story,” Bilbo says, looking at you two from across the fire.

“What kind of story?”

“Something that no one has heard,” Kili pipes up. You look at Haldir and he seems to be in deep thought. 

“I didn’t have a very interesting life until I met the Company. We were kind of just elves who did our duty,” you say, shrugging.

“What about you, Kili? I’m sure that you have a lot to tell growing up with Thorin and Fili,” Gandalf says.

Kili smiles

“Uncle has always been our favorite person growing up. He would take us to the forges or just play with us after work. One time, Fili, Thorin and I were playing hide and seek and he couldn’t find us for hours. We gave him a heart attack and a tongue lashing from amad. We were literally just hiding in his room. We both got so bored that we just fell asleep in his bed. When I woke up, Fili was curled up on Uncle’s chest and I was latched on to his side. It’s not the best, but it’s very vivid,” Kili says, smiling.

Everyone else smiles back

“Did I ever tell you, I saw Thorin naked once?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

“I’ve never heard that story either,” Bilbo says.

“It was when we were all traveling together. I can’t remember where we were, but we were all stopped near a river. I needed a wash because we were all a little disgusting, but what I didn’t realize was that Thorin had the same idea. By the time I noticed he was in the water, I was already bare and he had been watching me undress the entire time. The cheek! It was too late to turn back so I just joined him. We talked a bit about Erebor, Rivendell, my family, his. We both got out at the same time and as I was wiping myself down, I remember him muttering, ‘nice ass, by the way.’ He seemed to forget that elves had good hearing. So when he turned around, I used the neat little towel trick that Nori taught me and whipped his ass with it. For a dwarf, he jumps pretty high,” you say, laughing at story you told the elves earlier.

Everyone chuckles and Haldir looks less than pleased.

“Oh come on, love. It was only that one time,” you say, glaring at the dwarves as they laugh, knowing it wasn’t only that one time.

He sighs and walks away, making you frown. 

“Dinner is ready,” Ori says. “Legolas, help me for a bit,” you say, standing. You grab two bowls and he grabs one. You find Orion first and go to Dwalin. You find him sitting on a rather large rock and you sit next to him.

“Something troubling you lass?” He asks after thanking you for the food. “It’s Haldir. He’s not too fond of me being close with dwarves,” you say.

“Well he’ll have to get over it because you’re both going to be living with dwarves,” he says.

“It seems that everything I do is wrong. Everyone gets mad at me for everything. I can’t be happy if everyone is mad at me,” you say bringing your knees up to your chest.

“It’s about time you stop making others happy. You need to just think about yourself for once and if they only make you sad, you need to drop them. They will make your life miserable and you’d be living to please them not yourself,” he replies, thoughtfully.

You smile. Dwalin was always the first person you went to when you had problems. Although he may not look it, he was a big softy and was very wise quite like his older brother. It seemed that everyone loosened up once Erebor was reclaimed.

You continue to talk well into the the night

A/N: Distance and time traveled is definitely inaccurate so forgive me.

Far too young to die

WARNING: Profanity, there had to be some in this chapter. Guns, threatening, mild violence.  
Summary: Bruce and the reader are still not on the same page and reader meets the caped hero of metropolis.
Notes: Oooooohhhhh snap! There’s a special someone featured in this chapter! Are you ready? Plus, sorry this took so loooonnnggg, I was waiting for my creative juice to come back and my head has been bobbled with graduation and hazel but here it is!

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Chapter 7

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“I see neither of you got any sleep,” Alfred commented on both you and Bruces’ grungy state. 

When you got home last night you couldn’t sleep so you stayed up and worked on a couple of papers that are due before your finals. Your professors were generous enough to give you an extension when they found about what happen to you. Bruce knew you would still be up, the house was so quiet when you went upstairs and he stayed behind. As he walked to his bar he loosened up his tie and undid three buttons below his collar to relax himself; he poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat back onto his couch. 

 It was so quiet he could hear you tapping your fingers away on your laptop, he looked up to the second floor and thought about earlier, the way you hugged him, you haven’t done that since you were in your early teens when you still had nightmares. He misses those nights, when it was just you two keeping each other company. You were so young but still so mature and bright, you were far ahead of him when he was that age. And then those nights happened less, you started to leave the house more, not to go out but to just get away and be by yourself, so he started isolating himself more in his Batcave.
 Alfred noticed the distance between you two grew further, you even spent less time with him. They knew you were going through your teen years and it was going to be difficult but were up for the challenge.  

In the beginning the house was either quiet or full of crying and screaming, each night was different, then it was filled with laughter and smiles. Now it’s quiet again, there would be arguing here and there but not to the point of taking it too far.

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anonymous asked:

what's your personal opinion on arwen undomiel??

I love Arwen and I’m really weirded out by people who don’t and criticize her. She’s always been a special character to me and tbh I never quite understood why people call her an “elven-princess” when she’s not? The elven princess of Imladris sounds very weird to me since Imladris it’s not a kingdom but a house and at most she is its lady. 

But back to Arwen. The most hate she is addressed is that she replaced Glorfindel which I don’t find as death demanding as some fans do. Sure it would have been nice to see him and I’m aware that he’s the favorite character of many fans but are they really willing to persecute one of the 4 speaking female characters in a 12 hour trilogy just for having one of the most badass scenes in the history of cinematography?

I’m sure this is just me and I’m aware that everyone’s standard of beauty is different but for me Liv Tyler is one of the most beautiful people on this planet and I truly mean it. Arwen is a character that belongs to many people, to love or to hate on her unlike let’s say Mardil (who only has a handful of people who might be interested in him). I’ve always tried to see in Arwen more than her imposed titles or her lineage. I always tried to imagine what would she be thinking, what are her own thoughts. 

What does she think about being the direct descendant of Luthien? The most beautiful to have ever graced Arda. Does she like it? Does she hate being compared to her? How does she feel about being the granddaughter of the most known and powerful Noldor alongside Feanor? What did she truly think when choosing a mortal life alongside Aragorn? (more than for the sake of love) How did Celebrian’s torture and departure affect her? Things like that you know. 

So, while she belongs to many people, I’m sure many of them never tried to see more to her than her marriage and love for Aragorn, more than just that and I’m quite sad for that. Because Arwen before being Aragorn’s love interest or Elrond’s daughter, is the lady of Imladris, is a Gothwen of high renown, is talented and smart. That’s why I love Arwen, because she might be famous but she still chose to dictate her own life, she still made her own choices. 

"Imagine Lord Elrond pulling you close and whispering in your ear “Hail Hydra.”

maaaeeeedhrooooos || imagine

It was a long day, and being the Lady of Imladris was a more stressful job than you ever imagined it could be. You had to run the household, make sure all stocks were in check, be there to welcome guests, plan celebrations, and much more.

You walked into the bedroom you shared with Elrond, and closed the door behind you. He wasn’t in here yet– He was probably caught up in the meeting he mentioned earlier. Nonetheless, you decided to relax and take your bath.

When you were out of the bath, you changed into your sleeping robes. You were just about to get into bed when the door opened. You smiled when you saw Elrond, and he gave one in return. You could tell he had a stressful day, and that he was glad it was over.

He walked over to you, and pulled you into a kiss. You close your eyes, happy to be where you wanted all day long. You pulled apart and he smiled down at you, and pulled you into an embrace. It was now that he whispered quietly into your ear,

“Hail Hydra.”