lord mo


It was a period of great boredom.
The Wander Over Yonder Crew,
having one of several extended lunches,
discussed ideal cross-overs for their
beloved orange hairy spoon.

During the lunch, two
Staffers conceived of a
crossover with Disney’s ultimate weapon, STAR
WARS, a property so massive that
they’d never let us near it.

In a completely unofficial, fan art capacity,
those two staffers created a comic
about a strange encounter
somewhere in the galaxy…

Again, very very unofficial.  Entirely not for profit.  Please don’t sue us.


me: Oh, 19Days new chapter yaya! How ‘bout taking a look at the new Update??

me: *Brain Freeze*

Me: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Me: *Washing the blood from my nose* is Old Xian trying to kill us? Sweet lord!


YOU ALL! YOU ALL are to blame with your drawings and talking about Momo dancing, singing, listening to some songs, etc… XDD And then BAM. Lady Gaga’s Telephone hit me like a freight train. She holds a sandwich in the video, so… XD This ist trash over 9000, but here you have it, this was so fun, hahaha. Pls don’t take this serious. *grins*

Soooo. Imagine Momo getting angry over He Tian, starts shouting at his picture, ends up singing and accidentally presses “call” (Honestly, boy, what did you smoke to not realize that you’re the one telephoning him). He Tian’s like “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCKING. FUCK.” But listening in sheer awe, until Guanshan runs out of breath from all the rampage and… BONER ALERT. (I know, I know, I officially went nuts XD)

Guanshan’s Mom saves the day and He Tian can’t stay mad.

Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 7! Sorry it’s a bit long but I couldn’t stop. I actually had to stop at some point but the next chapter will still be in Rivendell. A lot will happen there :p

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári)

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Chapitre 1

Chapitre 2

Chapitre 3

Chapitre 4

Chapitre 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 —> Current read

Chapter 8  

Chapter 7: Are you searching for purpose?

Originally posted by ohflint

Elentári was unconscious on the hard ground, her hair floating in the wind and covering her face. The orcs had run away, leaving her to bleed out on the ground as her soul slowly started to fade. However, in her comatose state she could still hear low footsteps around her as the earth beneath her body rumbled. She heard voices talk in rush tones but her ears could not understand what they were saying. She heard everything as if she was dived into cotton.  

The elves searched among the dead orcs, some still on their horse to prevent any other attack. Lord Elrond’s eyes scanned the area, slightly bothered by the orcs’ presence on his lands. The great elf king could feel the presence of other beings close to Imladris, he knew that they would soon enter his city, he could feel it in the air.

Nin hir! (My Lord)” An elf guard called out from before the secret passageway that led to their city.  Elrond turned around to see the guard kneeling before a small silhouette. Elrond frowned and quickly made his way toward the guard but his eyes widen as he approached the injured silhouette.

Hi bo na- ú- orch (This one is not an orc).” He breathed out as he brushed the silver-blond hair out of Elen’s face. “Elentári…” Elrond couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the elleth was barely breathing and her body was broken, pierced by a sword and an arrow… close to her heart.

Elrond slowly laid a gentle cool hand on the woman’s forehead and closed his eyes. Her life was too important, he couldn’t let this be her fate. She had yet so much to achieve.

The Company arrived in Rivendell after a few minutes of trek. The dwarves looked skeptical as they walked across a bridge and entered the beautiful city. A few guards are seen strolling about as Bilbo gazed in awe at the beauty of the place. He turned around, trying to memorize each waterfall, each beautiful alcove, each color and bright light that filled his heart with peace. Bilbo was worried for Elentári, she was his friend after all and leaving her behind had been hard. Even if Gandalf had certified him that she would be alright when he asked him about the magic he felt in the air in the secret passageway, just a few minutes ago. Bilbo had constantly asked the Wizard why they had to leave Elen behind and after a few words of comfort, Bilbo knew that it had been the only option.

The dwarves looked quite uneasy as they walked on a footbridge and Bilbo looked even more impressed as a dark­haired elf walked down a flight of stairs and greeted them.

“Mithrandir.” Lindir said with a small smile as he walked down the stairs.

“Ah, Lindir!” Gandalf exclaimed and smiled back. As Lindir and Gandalf greeted each other, the dwarves murmured amongst themselves in distrust. Gloin glared at the elf and the others, except Bilbo did the same.

“Stay sharp.” Thorin whispered to Dwalin, the warrior nodding at his king.

Thorin was tensed. He was torn in half, he wanted to leave but he also wanted to stay and find Elentári. Since the attack on the plain, Thorin couldn’t help but think about those words he had thrown at the elleth. If Elen died thinking that no one could even care about her, if she died thinking that Thorin hated her… He would never forgive himself.

Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen. (We heard you had crossed into the Valley.)” Lindir said in Sindarin.

“I must speak with Lord Elrond.” Gandalf answered, quite ignoring the elf’s comment, the wizard was also worried about his friend.

“My lord Elrond is not here.” Lindir said, his eyes trailing over the group of dwarves quickly.

“Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked in confusion but suddenly, the Elvish horns from earlier rang out in the city once again. The Company turned around and they started to shout as they saw a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate. Thorin’s eyes widen and he shouted his orders.

“Ifridî bekâr! (Ready weapons!’) “Hold ranks!” Thorin shouted as Bofur grabbed Bilbo who was looking at the upcoming horses in awe, and pulled him in the center of the company.

The dwarves bunched up together into a tight circle with their weapons pointed outward; the mounted Elves arrived and rode in circles around the dwarves. The company growled at the elves but eventually, the elves stopped, and one of them, Elrond, separated himself from the others. He dismounted his horse in a hurry and Thorin’s eyes widen as he saw the unconscious woman in his arms. Elen was pale, extremely pale, and thick red blood ran down her left arm, winding around her fingers then dropping on the white stone of the stairs Lindir had just walked down from. The company started to shout Elen’s name as they saw her in Elrond’s arms, Thorin stepping from the center of the protective circle. He wanted to see her, he needed to see her.  

“Lindir!” Elrond said with agitation. “Take her to the healers, she’s stable for now but I couldn’t heal her entirely in the plain with the threat of another attack.” The elf lord carefully placed Elentári in Lindir’s arms.

“Princess…” The dark-haired elf breathed out in horror but he did not ask for any other explanation as he ran quickly up the stairs.  

“Princess?” Thorin whispered in confusion then glanced at Dwalin to see if he had heard the same odd title.

“Gandalf.” Elrond turned around when Lindir was out of view and greeted the wizard. Gandalf bowed gracefully before the elf king with a smile.

“Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh? (My friend! Where have you been?)”

Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui. (We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.)” Elrond said as he approached the wizard then he and Gandalf hugged. “And we found Elentári, hurt and barely alive.”

Gandalf looked at the company briefly and the dwarves looked down in guilt. The wizard joined his hands before him in slight discomfort.  

“Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near.” Elrond held up an Orc sword and shew it to everyone, then handed it to a guard.

“Ah, that may have been us.” Gandalf answered sheepishly.

Thorin stepped forward, and Elrond looked upon him with recognition. However, Thorin glared at Elrond and couldn’t help but ask in a threatening voice.

“Where did you take Elentári? Is she going to make it?” Elrond frowned for a second then a smile crossed the corner of his lips as he ignored the dwarf’s question.

“Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.”

“I do not believe we have met.” Thorin answered bitterly.

“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain.” Elrond informed Thorin kindly.

“Indeed; he made no mention of you.” Thorin said, making Gandalf sigh and roll his eyes. Ignoring this insult, Elrond looked upon the dwarves and decided to finally answer Thorin’s question.

“Concerning Nin fwîr, you do not have to worry. She will be healed quickly. She is lucky we found her in time.” Elrond said with a gentle smile but Thorin’s eyes were as wide as the moon.

“What did he call her?” Oin asked the others, stepping forward with his trumpet.

Nin fwîr. My niece.” Elrond repeated and the entire company started to gasp and talk among themselves.

“What is this all about Gandalf?” Thorin asked as he glared at the wizard and Elrond looked around him with a frown of confusion.

“Well… hm…” Gandalf looked rather embarrassed as the entire company and Elrond looked upon him with expectation. However, Bilbo spoke up before he could.

“Elentári is an elvish princess.” Bilbo stated, catching the attention of the company. Elrond nodded his head.

“Yes. She is Lady Galadriel’s daughter, the heir of the Lothlorien’s throne and my niece.” The elf lord answered and the dwarves staid silent for several seconds, shocked beyond measure.

“It is impossible…” Thorin breathed out. “Why would she hide something like this?”

“You will have to wait for her to awake to have the answer, Thorin.” Gandalf said. The dwarf stayed silent, too confused and shocked to be stubborn at this point.

Elentári was the princess of the Lothlorien and he had treated her without respect. Then maybe that was why she didn’t want them to know, Elen wanted the company to accept her for who she truly was and not because she was a princess. After speaking with Gandalf for a while in hushed tone, Elrond turned to the dwarves and spoke suddenly in Sindarin. The dwarves didn’t understand what he was saying. Some of them still not being able to swallow the news of Elentári’s true identity.

Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin. (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.)” Elrond said, playfully using a grave tone as he spoke. The dwarves took it as an insult and Gloin stepped forward.

“What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?” He growled in anger as the dwarves grew bellicose and gripped their weapons uneasily. Gandalf spoke exasperatedly at the dwarves, he was really tired.

“No, master Gloin, he’s offering you food.”

The dwarves quickly discussed this amongst themselves, the mood slowly shifting from uneasy to merry. The mention of food was always a serious matter to dwarves.

“Ah well, in that case, lead on.” Gloin said, eager to finally have the chance to rest and eat a warm meal in peace.

The company followed Lord Elrond and his guards up the stairs, all talking about the food. Fili and Kili talked about Elen with Bilbo. They were worried and couldn’t wait to see her again. Thorin climbed next to Dwalin but his mind was wandering, he didn’t have the heart to eat after everything that happened. Elentári almost died and she had hidden her true identity. Moreover, Thorin couldn’t help but wonder what he saw when Elen pushed him into the crack. Was it light that erupted from her hand? Thorin shook his head as he followed Gandalf and Elrond away from the company, his heart hurting for his elleth.


The birds were chirping as Elen woke up. The soft wind carried laughs and merry sounds to the elleth’s ears and she smiled. Elentári remembered the orc attack and how she got herself injured to keep Kili and Thorin safe. The sounds she heard could only mean once thing; or she was dead and finally joined her ancestors’ halls or she was alive and in a bed in Rivendell. As a familiar voice spoke up, Elen knew that she wasn’t dead yet.

“Good evening, cousin.” Arwen’s gentle and warm voice said from next to Elen’s bed. The woman smiled and fluttered her eyes open, the light hurting her eyes.

“Good evening, Arwen. It is good to see you again.” Elentári said with a chuckle.

“Oh, don’t you dare chuckle Elen! You gave us quite a scare, you were dying!” Arwen reprimanded as she helped Elentári to sit up in the bed, only making the injured woman laugh even more.

“Ouch! Ouch!” Elen said as she held her side and tried to stop laughing as it was too painful. Arwen looked worriedly at her but smiled.

Adar said that you would only be soar for the next few days. You’re lucky he found you and you’re lucky too heal quickly.” Arwen said as she sat back on her chair. Elen nodded as she observed the room she was in. It was her bedroom.

“This room did not chance a bit.” She told Arwen with a soft smile.

“It is yours, it will stay in the state you left it the last time you were at home.” Arwen said making Elentári smile softly at her words.

“This place feels more like home than my true kingdom…” Elen muttered and Arwen sighed. “Are the dwarves already here?” She asked knowingly.

“Oh, yes they are. Gandalf led them through the hidden passageway, they arrived almost at the same time as you with Adar.” Elen turned to look at Arwen and frown at her knowing smile.

“What is the matter?”

“A certain dwarf was really eager to see you. He almost ripped Lindir’s head off of his shoulders when he did not let him enter your room earlier.” Arwen laughed but Elen felt her cheek blush.

“I don’t know who you are talking about.” Elentári denied, glancing at her lap to avoid Arwen’s eyes.

“We both know that is a lie. Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror… The heir of Erebor’s throne.” Arwen teasingly said, making Elen rolled her eyes.

“Thank you, cousin. I did not know his entire title before.” The elleth said sassily but Arwen ignored her.

“Are you courting?” She asked with eagerness.

“No!” Elen exclaimed as she almost choked on her own tongue. “Not at all. Thorin hates me, he would never… no.” Elen said shaking her head in denial.

“Well… he seemed to care for you quite a lot, my dear cousin.”

“This is impossible.” Elen answered.

“Why do you think that he hates you?” Arwen asked as she got up and filled a glass with cold water and handed it to Elen. Elen took it and thanked her cousin before taking a huge sip.

“I don’t think he hates me. I know he does, that’s the difference.”

“I think you’re wrong.” Elen rolled her eyes at Arwen once more, making the gentle elleth smile. “I have an idea!” She suddenly exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t like that…” Elen muttered.

“Shush! Do you feel good enough to join my father for dinner?” Arwen asked still smiling but barely containing her excitement.

“Yes, I guess I am.” Elen answered, eyeing the beautiful brunette.

“Then I’ll help you get yourself ready! We’re going to show him! Thorin will see your true beauty and he’ll be mesmerized!”

“Wait a minute, what makes you think that I want… I mean, what makes you think that I fancy him?” Elentári was as red as a tomato as Arwen smiled and gently took her hands in her own.

“Elen, I can see it in your eyes. And we both know that you are smitten with him since the first time you saw him under the mountain.” She said with a smile. Elen looked up at her cousin with blank eyes then sighed.

“He does not know that he saw me before and anyway, I was hiding behind my veil. He did not really see me.” Elentári protested.

“Maybe but you first met him a while ago and you are still smitten with him. Now is your chance.” Arwen got up and started to search through Elen’s wardrobe.

“Arwen…” Elen tried to protest as she slowly swung her legs over the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Estel keeps asking about you.” Arwen said suddenly while still looking though Elen’s wardrobe.

“How is he doing?” Elen asked, her heart clenching at the mention of her other little cousin.

“He misses you. A lot.”

“I know.” Elen sighed.

“Don’t worry, he knows that you love him but he’s still a child.” Arwen said with love in her voice.

“I don’t know who my father was, Arwen. All I know is that he was one of the Númenor. Like Estel’s father. He’s the only person I know from my father’s family and he’s more like a little brother than a distant cousin to me. It kills me to leave him behind…” Elentári sighed, guilt gripping her heart.

“Elen… It is not your fault. Estel knows that you love him dearly.” Arwen said as she sat next to her cousin on the bed and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Elen smiled up at her sadly then her eyes caught a silky-looking material in Arwen’s hands.

“No… No, no, no. I’m not wearing that dress.”

“Oh, don’t be a child! It’s a beautiful dress!” Arwen got up and stretched her arms to show her the dress.

Elen had to admit that the dress was absolutely gorgeous. It was made of silk, smooth and fluid white and creamy silk, the material floated in the wind letting Elen watch the beige reflections of the dress as it moved. What caught Elen’s eyes were the small sparkles that covered the top of the dress and cascaded down. It looked like small diamonds covering the top of the dress and the thin drape that trailed on the back.

“I do not recall having this dress in my wardrobe…” Elen noted as she eyed Arwen with a knowing smirk.

“Really?” Was all the princess said as she helped her cousin to get up. “Oh yes and I forgot about something.” Arwen added as she took a crown out of a drawer.

“Where did you find this?” Elen asked in awe.

“I have my ways.” Arwen answered with a smile and handed the crown to Elen.

“You found my crown… I guess you want me to wear it for dinner.” Elen muttered as her fingers trailed over the beautiful mix of wood and metal.

“Well… it could be a really good idea.” Arwen said gently and Elen laughed happily as she followed her cousin into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed at the idea of seeing the company, and Thorin, after what happened.


The company was sitting at long tables with elves playing music and serving food as they waited for Gandalf, Thorin and Elrond to start the feast. However, the dwarves looked rather betrayed as they looked at the green food around them.

“Try it; just a mouthful!” Dori told his little brother as he was playing with the lettuce in his plate.

“I don’t like green food!” Ori answered in disgust, making his brother shake his head. “Do they have any chips?”

At the same moment, Elrond, Gandalf and Thorin entered the opened room and walked to sit at the royal table. Thorin was oddly behaving, too worried about Elentári to even show his distrust in elves. At another table, Kili was eyeing a female harp player. He smiled as he tried to flirt with her and even winked, catching Dwalin and Oin’s attention. Dwalin gave him a stern look and Kili tried to play it off.

“Can’t say I fancy Elf maids myself.  Too thin.” Kili said. “They’re all high cheekbones and creamy skin; not enough facial hair for me. Although…” Just as Kili stopped talking another elf walked by. “That one there’s not bad” Kili said, whispering the last part.

Dwalin smirked before replying; “That’s not an elf maid”.  

The elf in question turned to reveal that he was indeed not an elf maid, but a male and Kili almost gasped. He looked shocked then Dwalin winked at him, and everyone suddenly laughed as Kili looked ashamed.

“That’s funny… Really funny…” Kili muttered.

Thorin heard his company laugh then abruptly stop, a few gasped came out of the dwarves’ mouth as they stared at the way Thorin had walked from a few seconds before. Thorin looked at his company with a frown, wondering what made them look so impressed but Elrond’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned around.

Ah! Nin fwîr! You found the strength to join us!” Elrond said as he opened his arms and hugged Elentári carefully.

Elen chuckled softly as she hugged her uncle back then looked at the company with a soft smile. The elleth took a few steps forward and looked at the dwarves with an embarrassed smile. Then, suddenly Kili got up and bolted in her direction. The young dwarf collided with the elleth and hugged her close, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. Elen gasped then laughed and hugged Kili back, kissing his cheek to calm him down. The entire company cheered and got up to welcome Elentári back.

“Everything is alright, Kili.” Elen soothed as Kili hugged her even tighter.

“I’m so sorry, miss Elen. I’m so sorry.” He muttered, his voice waving with sadness.

“It is not your fault.” Elen comforted him as Kili finally pulled away and Fili took his brother’s place and hugged her. Elen laughed again, and smiled at Bofur as he patted her on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

Thorin watched in awe at the elleth. He had never seen Elentári like this before, she was absolutely beautiful. Not that she wasn’t beautiful before but the dress she was wearing was hugging her curves in a way that shew her grace and beauty. The material looked as smooth and soft as her own creamy skin, an innate grace floated around her as her long silver-blond hair caressed her cheeks and cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she was now hugging Bilbo who seemed truly happy to see her alive and well. Thorin’s eyes trailed to her forehead and his eyes widen as he saw the crown on her head. The crown was made of thin dark brown wood and silver. White leaves circled the upper thin branch of the crown and a beautiful white pearl laid in the center. 

Elen’s eyes trailed upon the company, she first met Gandalf’s eyes. The wizard was chuckling and smiling at her as he watched the company happily hug his friend then, Elen’s eyes landed on Thorin and her heart stopped. The king was looking at Elen in awe, with love-filled eyes and his mouth agape. Elen blushed as she thought about Arwen’s words. ‘Maybe she was right?’ Elen thought but she quickly looked down to hide her flushed cheeks. However, she quickly looked up at the company as they slowly stepped aside. Thorin walked with his eyes focused on Elen and only stopped when he was facing the elleth. Elrond shared a look with Gandalf as everyone waited. Thorin glared in Elentári’s eyes, the girl couldn’t look away as she was entranced by his deep blue eyes.

Then Thorin did something that impressed everyone. He kneeled before the elleth and bowed his head. Elen’s eyes widen as she looked at the King.

“Thank you.” Thorin breathed out. Elen looked at the others in confusion, seeing their smiles and knowing smirks. “Thank you for saving my nephew, princess. Thank you for saving me.” Thorin looked up at Elen, the elleth didn’t know what to do and to be honest she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable to be called princess.

“Please, Thorin. There is no need to…”

“No, you deserve all my respect. Even after the way I treated you, you almost died for my nephew and for me. I am terribly sorry, princess.” Thorin said, his voice deep and filled with remorse. Elen shook her head and kneeled down before Thorin who was watching her with a frown. Elen took Thorin’s hands in hers, they felt so warm and strong in her cold ones, and she smiled at him.

“Please, Thorin get up.” Elen said as she got up herself and pulled Thorin up with her. “I would do it again if I had too, there is no need to thank me.” Thorin looked at her then slowly brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

Elen blushed as she felt Thorin’s warm and soft lips on her skin. Her heart was beating fast and hard against her chest as Thorin stared into her eyes. Time seemed to stop and Elen could only see Thorin before her, as if the entire room was empty. Suddenly, Elrond cleared his throat and everyone reappeared in the room around them. The company chuckled at the elleth and their leader, Balin beaming softly at them. Elen smiled in embarrassement and Thorin chuckled as everyone walked back to their seats, including Thorin who offered his arm to Elen and led her toward the royal table. The dwarves went back complaining about the food as Elrond examined the swords Gandalf and Thorin found in the trolls’ cave.

“This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin. May it serve you well.” Elrond explained before handing Orcrist back to Thorin, who accepted it with a nod. Elrond then examined Glamdring as Elen smiled at Thorin. She was sitting next to him, nudging a vegetable roll in her plate with her fork. Thorin glanced at her then at the roll.

“Are you not hungry?” Thorin asked sweetly, his eyes trailing up Elen’s arm, seeing her hand shake.

“Oh, I’m… Not really.” Elen stuttered. Thorin observed her as she brought the fork to her lips, her hand shaking even more.  

“And this is Glamdring, the Foe­hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age…” Elrond said as he observed the sword but Elrond’s voice faded in Elentári’s ears as a conversation between Bilbo and Balin caught her attention.

“I wouldn’t bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.” Balin told Bilbo who was looking at his sword.

“What are you saying, my sword hasn’t seen battle?” The hobbit asked incredulously.

“I’m not actually sure it is a sword; more of a letter opener, really.” Balin answered making Bilbo frown.

“How did you come by these?” Elrond’s voice brought Elen’s attention back to their conversation.

“We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.” Gandalf answered, glancing at Elen then at Thorin.

“And what were you doing on the Great East Road?” Elrond asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elentári glanced at Gandalf as no one answered the elf’s question. Thorin looked perturbed and pushed his chair then got up, excusing himself, the King left with his glass of wine and his new sword. Elen watched him with an understanding smile but quickly looked away as Thorin’s eyes observed her from his spot over the balcony next to the company.

“Thirteen dwarves and a Halfling; strange travelling companions, Gandalf.“ Elrond commented as Thorin left the table.

“And you forgot to include me, uncle.” Elen added with a smirk. “Which makes Gandalf’s choice even more strange.” Elrond smiled teasingly at his niece.

“These are the descendants of the House of Durin! They’re noble, decent folk.” Gandalf answered, trying to defend his friends but Elen caught Nori pick up what appeared to be an ornate salt shaker and discreetly put it in his coat.  

“And they’re surprisingly cultured.” The wizard added as Bombur stuffed his face with food, making Elen chuckled to herself. “They’ve got a deep love of the arts”.

Nori turned to the harp player behind him and said “Change the tune, why don’t you?? I feel like I’m at a funeral!”  

“Did someboy die?!” Oin exclaimed as Elentári glanced back at her friends.

“Alright lads, there’s only one thing for it!” Bofur said then got up and jumped onto a plinth next to the table.

“Oh, good gracious…” Elen breathed out as she knew what was coming. The elleth glanced at Elrond as Bofur started to sing.

“There is an inn, a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.

The dwarves started to trash the food, throwing it at each other and at the table where Elen was sitting. The elleth ducked a few timed and glared at Kili or Fili for trying to hit her.  

The ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

now sawing in the middle.

Elrond and the other elves looked horrified by the dwarves’ behavior, Gandalf was really embarrassed and Elentári couldn’t help but clap along and laugh. Even Thorin was stomping his feet in rhythm to the song.

So, the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

‘It’s after three!’ he said.

The other dwarves laughed happily and cheered for Bofur, Thorin clapped his hands but his eyes were glued to Elen as he saw her beautiful smile and heard her melodious laugh. Kili threw a handful of food Elen’s way but she ducked in time and it came very close to hitting Lindir. Elentári glanced at the elf in surprise but burst out laughing as she saw his horrified face.


Later that night, after dinner, Gandalf, Elrond, Elentári, Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo are standing in a hall in Rivendell. Elen was standing next to Thorin as she listened to the conversation.

“Our business is no concern of elves.” Thorin hissed, making Elen roll her eyes and Gandalf scoff.

“For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map.” The wizard demanded.

“It is the legacy of my people; it is mine to protect, as are its secrets.” Thorin stubbornly answered.

“Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the presence of one of the few in Middle­earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond.” At this point, Elen knew that Gandalf had had enough.

“Please Thorin.” Elen gently said, the dwarf king’s eyes glancing at her. Elen laid her hand on his forearm and smiled. “My uncle is the only one who can help us.” The elleth whispered.

Thorin thought quietly for a few seconds, with everyone looking at him. Elen removed her hand from his arm and he began to hand the map to Elrond but Balin tried to stop him.

“Thorin, no!” Thorin brushed Balin aside and handed Elrond the map. Elen smiled at Bilbo who was observing the scene with great interest. Elrond looked at the map with a raised eyebrow.

“Erebor. What is your interest in this map?” The elf lord asked. Thorin was about to speak, but Gandalf interrupted him quickly.

“It’s mainly academic. As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text. You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?” The wizard said and Thorin looked at him surprised but nodded his head in thanks.

Elrond walked a little bit away, looking at the map. As the moonlight hit the map, Elrond realized something and turned to look at Elen first.

Cirth Ithil.

“That’s what I thought…” Elen answered just above a whisper.

“Moon runes. Of course. An easy thing to miss.” Gandalf said, looking at Bilbo and smiling.

“Well in this case, that is true; moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.” Elrond explained, making Thorin look at him with expectations.

“Can you read them?” The dwarf asked and Elrond smiled.

The elf lord led them all to an open area outside, on the side of a cliff, with waterfalls all around. The place was beautiful but Elen hesitated as the moon appeared behind some clouds. They walked toward a large crystalline table as Elen finally took a deep breath and stepped into the moonlight.

“These runes were written on a Midsummer’s Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago. It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield; the same moon shines upon us tonight.” Elrond said as they all looked up. The clouds covering the moon floated away, and rays of moonlight hit the crystalline table, causing light to flow through the map which has been laid on the table. Ancient runes became visible on the map, and Elrond translated them out loud.

“Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.”

“Durin’s Day?” Bilbo asked as Elen tried to stay behind but the moon looked so appealing that she stepped forward and her eyes focused on the beautiful satellite, blue runes slowly appeared on her body as the moonlight kissed her skin.

“It is the start of the dwarves’ new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.” Gandalf answered the hobbit.

“This is ill news. Summer is passing. Durin’s Day will soon be upon us.” Thorin said thoughtfully.

“We still have time.” Balin told Thorin.

“Time? For what?” Bilbo asked, still confused.

“To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.” Balin said, making Elen look at them.

“So, this is your purpose, to enter the Mountain.” Elrond suddenly piped in.

“What of it?” Thorin asked annoyed and defensive.

“There are some who would not deem it wise.” Elrond answered as Thorin took back the map gruffly.

“What do you mean?” Gandalf asked.

“You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle­earth.” As Elrond walked away, Gandalf turned slowly, thinking deeply. Elrond stopped before walking back inside and turned to look at Elen.

“Elentári, dear.” Elrond called, everyone turning to glance at the elleth. Thorin’s eyes widen once again that night as his eyes landed on Elen and the blue runes that were shining on her skin. Thorin had thought that she could not have been more beautiful in his eyes but as he watched the elleth stand in the moonlight with blue runes over her skin, Thorin knew that he would never love anyone more than Elentári. “You should have some rest Elen.” Elrond said before disappearing inside.

Elen glanced at the others with tired eyes, feeling suddenly extremely tired. Gandalf advanced toward her and laid his hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright, my friend?”

“Yes, do not worry Gandalf, I just need some sleep.” Elen answered in a weak voice and Thorin stepped forward suddenly.

“Let me take you back to your room. You need to rest after what you’ve been though today.” Thorin said, his voice gentle and filled with care. Elen looked up at him and nodded her head. Thorin offered her his arm once again and Elen took it, trying not to snuggle into his warmth. Elen smiled at Balin and Bilbo and wished them a good night.

“Thank you, my king.” Elen whispered for only Thorin to hear. The dwarf smiled and bowed his head as he led the elleth inside and through the night to reach her chambers. The fact of her calling him ‘her king’ made his heart flutter.

“How are you feeling?” Thorin asked as he felt Elen squeeze his arm, her hand on his bicep.

“Tired… But apart from that, alive.” She answered with a chuckle. Thorin smiled sadly at her and sighed as he looked at Elen.

“I am terribly sorry for the way I treated you, Elen. I truly am.” Thorin said. “I don’t know why I acted that way when you had done nothing wrong.”

“I can understand, Thorin… What Thranduil did is unforgivable. I can understand that risking the lives of his kin against a dragon was impossible for him but leaving your people alone and not accepting to help you when you were homeless…” Elen looked down. “This is unforgivable. It is normal that you cannot trust elves easily.”

Thorin looked at Elen, his eyes filled with adoration.

“You’re still willing to pardon me? Even after those mean words I threw at you?”

“Yes. I know what grief and loneliness can create.” Elen looked up at Thorin. “I simply hope that you will think better of me one day.” Thorin stopped, his eyes wide open.

“But I do! I did not mean a single word I said, Elen. I… It was out of anger.” The dwarf looked down.

“Nevertheless, you were right. No one can care about someone like me.” Elentári chuckled sadly but Thorin gently placed his forefinger under the elleth’s chin to make her look in his eyes.

“I know that this is not true because there is already one person who cares about you dearly.”

“Who?” Elen asked, her voice waving with sadness and her eyes glossy with tears.

“Me.” Thorin breathed out, his eyes and features softened with love.

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OP: 标题叫“集火那个君莫笑!”,但是人与人之间的恩怨是很复杂的,所以“黄少天你在干什么!” ​​​​


Translation: The title of this piece is “Everyone Aim Your Fire at Jun Mo Xiao (Lord Grim)!”, but interpersonal love hate relationships are very complicated, hence “what are you doing Huang Shaotian!”  

To explain why Zhou Zekai is backwards, it’s because in the novel during the hurdle race in the All Star Competition Zhou Zekai was flying while facing backwards, using the gun’s recoil force to move forward~

take this burden -part 26

[ meet me in the woods - lord huron ]


Mo Guan Shan and He Tian made it home after what felt like several days in the car.

While they probably should have taken advantage of their time alone, they spent no more time getting to know each other, they spent the ride in a more or less comfortable silence.

They made it back to the apartment shortly after sunset.

Knowing the cat was going to be the biggest struggle, they opted to bring what they could and go back for the rest later.

‘Are they home?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, as He Tian sifted through his keys.

‘I’m not sure. Both cars are here so one of them probably is.’

Upon entering the apartment, they learned that Jian Yi was the only one home.

‘Hey! Look who made it back!’ He announced with a smile.

He Tian chuckled.

‘We took a little detour.’

‘Was it fun?’ Jian Yi asked.

‘It really was.’

They dropped everything off in Mo Guan Shan’s room.

‘I’m going to set Felix up and take a shower, I feel disgusting.’

‘Yeah, you look disgusting.’

Mo Guan Shan gasped in mock offense.

‘Only teasing, take your time.’

Mo Guan Shan closed the door and He Tian made his way back to the kitchen.

‘So…’ Jian Yi began.

‘No. I did not fuck him.’

He scoffed.

‘Then what did you do with those nights alone? Play scrabble?’

He Tian laughed.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. We played Monopoly.’

‘And you still like each other? That’s a lot to put someone through right off the bat, He Tian.’

They both smiled.

He Tian sighed, checking the time on his phone.

‘Suffice it to say, I did not fuck him. But that is not for a lack of trying on his part.’

Jian Yi clapped politely.

‘Shut up.’

‘What? I’m proud of you.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ He Tian grumbled.

‘For real though, suffice it nothing, I’m going to need to hear the actual story.’

‘Don’t you think it’s probably not a great idea to just tell you everything that happens between us?’

Jian Yi considered that. ‘It’s probably not.’

Another sigh.

They listened to see if the water was still running.

‘Ok. Well when we got to the hotel we went skinny dipping and and slept in the same bed because he had a nightmare but i built a pillow wall between us and then when we went to his parents house his mom asked if i was his boyfriend and he said yes and he got drunk and we shared a bed and he tried but i turned him down and then we left and were going to come home but he suggested we go to this resort he went to when he was younger and we stayed in this nice little cabin and got in the hot tub and there was this little fruit and whipped cream scenerio and we kissed and then we went inside and i gave him a massage and kinda dry humped him until we both came-’

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa…’ Jian Yi interrupted.

He Tian held up his hand up to shut him up.

‘-so then we resolved the awkwardness that came from that and went to sleep and then woke up and he had an erection and laid next to me and i managed to cause some pretty extreme sexual tension and he bit my lip and then we got up and drove home and now i’m here talking to you.’

He took a deep breath, hand still held up.

‘Interspersed, were several meaningful conversations where we got to know each other better and became significantly closer and i really really like him and now you’re all caught up.’

Jian Yi looked at him in astonishment.

‘I didn’t realize people could speak without punctuation.’

‘Jian Yi…’

‘Sorry, sorry, it’s all still sinking in.’

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’

‘So…all of that…’

The water shut off.

‘Yes. All of that. Are we done now?’

‘One question.’


‘When you called me and asked if i was with Zhengxi…’

‘After I turned Mo Guan Shan down at his parents house.’

‘What did he say? Zhengxi I mean.’

He Tian hesitated, looking away.

‘One of those things, huh?’ Jian Yi asked, looking slightly sad.

‘I suppose so.’

They were interrupted by Mo Guan Shan calling He Tian’s name from the bedroom.

Jian Yi smiled.

‘We ARE going to talk about this later.’

He Tian nodded.

‘I know.’


Mo Guan Shan knelt in the middle of the room, digging through one of the bags.

‘Hey, do you know where…’

He looked up, trailing off when he saw He Tian’s expression.

‘You alright?’

‘I just told Jian Yi everything that happened the last few days.’

He’d had no previous intention of saying that.

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.

‘How’d that go?’

‘Oh…Not bad.’

‘Good. Have you seen my black sweatshirt?’

He Tian blinked at him in the confusion.

‘It’s…um…in the black bag i think…you’re not mad?’

‘Why would I be?’

‘Because I gave Jian Yi pretty personal information.’ He pressed, confused by the lack of reaction.

‘Nah, he’s incredibly nosy and difficult to lie to. It’s alright.’

‘Are you always this understanding?’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, almost wistful, a faint glint of something unfamiliar in his eye.

‘Certainly not.’

Lana Del Rey is basically my soulmate. I intensely love everything about her, from the all-American style to the dream pop vibes of her music and her incredible writing skills (you fit me better than my favourite sweater is an epic lyric). She took my concert virginity, played in the background during a few relevant moments of my life and gave voice to most of my unexpressed feelings. Lana (stage name for Elizabeth Grant) has been my mother and role model and it has quite hard for me to find other artists like her.

Recently, however, I’ve stumbled into a few great names in the music cosmos - and even if they don’t exactly sound like Lana, they are just as good. Whether it is the style, the lyrics or the music, if you loved Born To Die and Ultraviolence you may want to give these singers a try.


I found out about this talented girl thanks to a friend. She made me listen to High and the first impression I had about her was that the songs seemed taken straight from Lana’s last and darker album, Ultraviolence. The mix of the voice, the narrative of the lyrics and the hypnotic vibes literally gave me the chills.

Zella is more rock-ish and indie compared to Lana, but is still a 100% valid alternative. I’ve found more similarities in the track 1965, especially as it comes to the melancholy towards a past era that is now gone. Another jewel is Compass - is one of those stripped songs that make you want to cry and be in love just with a few piano chords and violin melodies. 


Ashley Frangipane, aka Halsey, is one of the best discoveries I’ve ever made (thanks Liz for telling me about her!). Besides having an incredible voice, she is a talented songwriter who’s not afraid of defining herself as an angry feminist and speak honestly. This is probably what surprised me the most about Halsey: she proudly embraces her uniqueness as a “mixed race, bisexual woman in a white male dominated industry” and doesn’t hold back from speaking her mind.

Her sound is a bit different from Lana’s - it’s indie pop contaminated by more dynamic, almost electric vibes. But what I love about her music and reminds me of Del Rey’s style is the writing part: some of Halsey’s lyrics have been stuck in my brain for days and I had to write them down in my quotes notebook, just below Lana’s lines. Want an example? I clutched your arms like stairway railings / And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing. 

I suggest you to stay tuned, because her brand new album Badlands is out this August…


Alright. This suggestion is pretty odd because she has personally disagreed with some of the topics treated by Lana Del Rey and I know that many may not like her, BUT in my opinion it is worth giving her a chance. Even if she would angrily glare at me if she heard this, I can’t help thinking about her as a Lana Del Rey for teenagers - something in her songs (like Everybody Wants to Rule the World) reminds me of the dark, smoky, black atmosphere of Lana, especially if we consider tracks like Gods and Monsters.

My fave songs from Lorde (whose style is flawless, no matter what people say) are Team and Tennis Court. Give it a try and you might reconsider her, also because the narratives in her tracks are quite relatable if you’re a young listener.

MØ is the stage name for Karen Marie Ørsted. You’ve surely heard of her, since her latest song with Major Lazer, Lean On, is a worldwide success right now - but also, the remix of her song Pilgrim has featured the spot of the Acqua di Gioia perfume.

MØ doesn’t sound like Lana at all - she is more eclectic, dynamic, synthetized. But I’ve found out a few songs that remind me of the sad, reflective vibe of many Lana Del Rey’s unreleased tracks. 


Sky Ferreira is a synth-pop and indie rock artist. She has some inspirations and role models in common with Lana Del Rey, like Nancy Sinatra. Her songs are edgy and grunge, with the right hint of sour sweetness. 

I love her because she talks about love in a disillusioned way and despite being very young she can convey a lot of emotions with her incredible, unique voice. My fave songs are One and Everything is Embarrassing - not quite like Lana’s genre, but somehow collateral.


You surely know this band - the singer Florence Welch has one of the most powerful voices in the industry. 

Lots of violins, pastel aesthetic, visionary and dreamy atmospheres, enchanting harmonizations - these are the main ingredients of the group, which will make you addicted to their sophisticated, chameleonic sound that is somehow similar to the first era of Lana Del Rey.


Ever heard of her? Are you sure? Well, this might surprise you, but May Jailer is just Lana Del Rey before she became Lana Del Rey. Yes, because Elizabeth Grant has been through a few artistic phases, and this is one of the less lucky ones. 

Expect the unexpected, because if you listen to Sirens, the only album published with this stage name, you’ll hear just to components: May/Lana’s sweet, unripe voice and her guitar. But trust me, this is enough to make you love the raw sounds of this gem. The songs are veeery different from the ones she produced as Lana Del Rey, but the sad, bittersweet love lyrics are surely a first example of this artist’s expression.