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Elves & Men

Sindar and Noldor: *flocks of elves go to see the super cool new folks*
Men: *equally enthralled with the existence of these elves*
Finrod: *introduces everyone to one another*
Fingolfin: *sends messengers out to the men* Tell them to come hang out here for a bit if they want. We could stand to have some new friends, you know.
Malach: As the son of Marach, I accept King Fingolfin’s invitation. *takes a bunch of other people with him to work with/for the Kings of the Eldar and in Hithlum*
Edain: *the rest of the Men gradually leave Estolad*
Noldor: *send messages to the remaining Men* If you’re looking to keep moving west, then boy do we have the deal for you …
Men: Sold.

the one adhd symtom that goes widely unknown is the “all or nothing” thing.

like if i am interested in something, i can devote my entire day for it without getting bored at all and if im not interested in it, paying attention to it even for short time is like torture

like i struggle with watching 5 minutes long video because im not that interested in it but i can watch all extended lotr movies on one sitting without getting even slightly bored (been there, done that) just because i love the lotr lore

Title: you asked for it
Summary: She tells him to make a better use of his mouth, and he does just that.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Glory
Rating: M
Comments: I’ve been waiting ages to write this AU and something about lilithkiss‘s smut fanart of this AU and yeah HERE IT IS. Also, TOTAL BIRTHDAY GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL LORE!


She couldn’t breathe.

Moments ago, she might have been pissed at him, might have been livid enough to want to rip his damn stupid elvish head off his shoulders, but with the way he had cornered her, his hands on her each side of her head as he looked at her, dark eyes intense and sensual, filled with the most sinful of feelings, she couldn’t find it in herself to even muster any ounce of anger.

At the way his mouth lifted in the corner, and at how one single brow raised just so, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

There was something strangely arousing in seeing a usually apathetic and collected elf showing the most subtle, but powerful signs of desire and interest.

Sasuke, like all his other kind, had never been prone to expressing his emotions, no matter how positive or negative. He’d only ever shown that side of himself in their most dire times, like that night they fought the wretched guardian beast of the old dwarf caves, where they’d almost lost their guide, Kakashi, in the midst of it all.

But this was something entirely different. They were in his family’s own Elven lands, safe from any harm and hidden from the rest of the world. She wasn’t sick or hurt or dying—there was no reason for him to display such bursts of… non-apathy. What could have possibly brought on this sort of freedom in expression? What could have possibly swayed him out of his usual comfort zone of practised disinterest, and into this complete lack of suppression for the simplest—

A gasp left her lips as he suddenly leaned forward some more, hands sliding to her face, one skimming fingers teasingly over her right shoulder, while the other cupped her jaw so gently that she felt he might as well have not been holding it at all. The tip of his nose nudged alongside hers, lips fluttering teasingly over hers—but never touching—while he watched her carefully, the heat in his stare still blazing. Sakura let out a shaky breath at that, unable to stop her gaze from dropping to his mouth hovering over hers, still.

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Of Maedhros

Morgoth: *kidnaps Maedhros after killing his entire entourage* give up ur quest losers or this guy gets it.
Fëanor’s other sons: Welp. It was nice knowin u bro.
Maedhros: … guys. pls.
Morgoth: Ok, guess I’ll just … hang him here. *hangs him on the face of thangorodrim*
*30 years later*
Maedhros: omg kill me now.
Fingon: .. ohey.
Maedhros: pls kill me. pls.
Fingon: *prays to Manwë* pls halp.
Thorondor: Caw-caw, bitches. Eagles come to save the day.
Fingon: ty manwë, luv u man.
Maedhros: *saved*
Fingon: sry. had to cut off ur hand. u good now tho.
Maedhros: i just can’t wait to be not-king. i relinquish my heir-rights. fingon, you get all the things. have the stuff.
Fingon: awh. bro. <3
Fëanor’s other sons:

Of Hobbits, Afterlives, and How to Make Your Interspecies OTP Less Sad

So I’ve been seeing the Tolkien fandom despairing over the whole separate-afterlives thing a lot lately (WHY, Tolkien, why?), and since I have a personal, fairly well developed, fix-everything headcanon concerning this issue, I thought I would share it. Take or leave what parts are useful to you!

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And so it began ...

Ilúvatar: *thinks*
Ainur: *are created*
Ilúvatar: .. oh. Neat. Do a music.
Ainur: *makes music*
Ilúvatar: Awesome - hey, what’s that one doing.
Ilúvatar: He’s ruining the mus—
Ilúvatar: Okay, just because you have more power than everyone else does not mean you get to be a dick.
Melkor: 2 metal 4 u
Ilúvatar: I did not create you for this.
Melkor: Suck it, dork.
Ilúvatar: Stop it.
Melkor: Sorry. (Not actually sorry)

Sakura knew that she was a bit, well, special, what with being trained to fight by dwarves from an early age even though she was anything but a dwarf, and that people looked at her oddly whenever she picked up the hefty iron axe with incredible ease. “Witch!” Most of the passerby’s would cry. The smart ones would run away before they had the chance to invoke Sakura’s fury… or worse, made her want to cry. 

But the moment she found her misfit band of travel companions, who liked to go by ‘The Seven’, (though she had no clue as to why, seeing as how there were only 3 of them at the time…), Sakura felt as if she truly belonged somewhere. 

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why is there not a lotrstuck au of somekind?

like all the references with dave are a nice base of setup. the name strider: aragorn went by that name too, the broken sword shtick and it being reforged by typheus: narsil that was broken in the battle against sauron and then it was reforged by the elves for aragorn, dave saying constantly he’s not a hero even tho he does some damn heroic shit: aragorn always trying to be in the shadows and out of the spot of main attention but he grows into a great leader….
there may be other similarities but I can’t think of any right now

and I can also see somehow giving the role of a mix of aragorn and faramir for dave
like Bro could be denethor, the shitty parental figure, dirk could be boromir, the badass older brother who daddy prefers and then the youngest kid as dave who gets treated like shit
after years of abuse ‘n’ stuff dave gets fed up and just straight up leaves casa strider and goes to the high elves in rivendell that I guess could be the trolls in some forest called alternia

and just to make it davekat he would meet karkat there. how? just like how aragorn and arwen first met only in their own version. so instead of singing some lame romantic song about a human meeting an elf lady while wandering through the forest dave raps some sick fires and while he’s at it he sees some fine looking troll reading a trashy romance novel in the middle of the forest

but not to make karkat sit home like a doofus like fucking arwen did we’re just gonna blend a bit of legolas into the mix in a way how aragorn and legolas were best buds so are karkat and dave, making it a romance that ascends quadrants with these two. and karkat can get in on all the fighting action

idk how races would work, like all elves are trolls and we wipe out the hobbits and just make all the humans in human form even if they’d get a hobbit or any other race’s role

for other characters:
-caliborn/lord english obviously takes the role of sauron
-the condence can be saruman
-so I guess that makes the orcs and other monsters the imps and all the other in game enemies
-john can be frodo, he has a hobbit enough personality and he stashed that fucking ring in canon anyway for a while, at least he can make frodo not so useless
-rose (or roxy) is gandalf
-if we wanna involve even more wizards than roxy can be radagast only cooler
-either calliope, jade or kanaya would be galadriel, the point is it gotta be a space player
-dirk is boromir as I mentioned and if he dies than instead of the iconic arrows in the body death we get our dirkapitation
-as before bro is denethor and wether its burning to death or a sword in the chest he deserves to die
-umm hussie is iluvatar, the god of the lotr lore

fuck if I know who or what the other characters would be, flippin aranea could be gollam all I care, there are just too many

Finrod & The Men

Finrod: So, you guys are new. What’s your story?
Bëor: Well, it’s a long one!
Finrod: I’ve literally got ages.
Bëor: Alright, alright, since you asked so kindly … once upon a time, under the rising of the sun, men were born in Hildórien.
Finrod: And then?
Bëor: … that’s it.
Finrod: What do you mean?
Bëor: … that’s it. We just happened.
Finrod: … That’s it?
Bëor: Look, man, there was some dark stuff that happened a long time ago and we don’t like to think about it okay. We just want to go west and find the Light and be happy.
Finrod: You want to talk about dark stuff - LOL.
Bëor: What?
Finrod: Nah, never mind you wouldn’t get it. Firstborn inside jokes.
Bëor: What
Finrod: … nothing, nothing.
Finrod: Are there more of you or …
Bëor: Oh yeah, totes. One group is called the Haladin, and they went on the eastern slopes and there’s another, huge group that was going west, too, but they slow af so we ditched them.
Finrod: Huh. N i c e.

Aredhel & Eöl in Nan Elmoth

Aredhel: I guess this place isn’t so bad. And you’re pretty okay. This marriage thing worked out okay.
Eöl: Glad you like it. We’ll be here for a long time.
Aredhel: Huh.
Eöl: Let me lay down a couple ground rules, now that’ we’re married and all that.
Aredhel: Ok.
Eöl: One. We only go out at night. The sun is bad.
Aredhel: That’s debatable, but okay.
Eöl: Two. No more “seeking the sons of Fëanor” business. We don’t like those guys. And no more of that Noldor shit.
Aredhel: … okay but –
Eöl: There are no “buts.” I am law.
Aredhel: Wow okay? Rude much?
Eöl: I’m your husband and king of the forest. What I say goes.
Aredhel: What about my family??????????
Eöl: We’ll make you a new family. I always wanted kids.
Aredhel: …. No, like, my real family you jerk.
Eöl: omg can you stop with your family no one cares I am your family now
Aredhel: ok but my brother is definitely going to be looking for me so, you’re gonna get rekt breh
Eöl: Shush. No one cares about your brother okay we have a family to make.
Aredhel: Wow so romantic. #not
Eöl: Can we be serious for, like, two seconds, babe.

Thingol & Men

Thingol: I don’t like these men.
Finrod: Come on, dude, they’re pretty cool!
Thingol: Nope, I’ve had bad dreams about them. They’re awful. Trust me.
Finrod: How could you dream about them if they just got here. That’s silly.
Thingol: Look, man, you’re my bro and stuff, but don’t let those gross things in my kingdom, alright? I don’t like them, even if they serve you.
Melian: … … … …
Finrod: … ugh, whatever man.

Afterwards …
Galadriel: Thingol doesn’t like humans does he.
Melian: No. But one day, I foresee a man will enter the Girdle of Melian. I can’t and won’t stop him.
Galadriel: Sent by doom, huh?
Melian: … sent by doom.

Of Maeglin

Maeglin: *turns twelve*
Eöl: Maeglin.
Maeglin: ?????
Aredhel: Who the heck is Maeglin –
Eöl: That is your name, son.
Maeglin: … okay.
Eöl: Want to come see the Dwarves and learn how to do cool stuff like your dad.
Maeglin: … not really.
Aredhel: You should go, he might actually kill you if you don’t.
Maeglin: *siiiiigh* okay fine.
Eöl: *takes Maeglin on adventures to Ered Lindon to visit Dwarves*
Maeglin: *learns all kinds of stuff*
Eöl: *takes him back home, then goes on an adventure without the fam*
Aredhel: Alright, little babyboo. Let me tell you of the Eldar and everything my family has been through and why this place sucks ass.
Maeglin: *cuddles up with mama for the invigorating tales*

Aulë, Yavanna & Trees - oh my
Manwë: what’s up yavann —
Yavanna: why does Aulë get living things. i want living things, make my trees alive.
Manwë: … yavanna, they’re just trees.
Manwë: omg. gimme a sec. *consults eru*
Manwë: ok. Eru says we can have some living trees.
Yavanna: WOO! My trees gonna BE ALIVE and HOUSE THE GR8 EAGLES —
Manwë: no.
Yavanna: But you said -
Manwë: your trees gonna be shepherds
Yavanna: oh.

Yavanna: suck it dork, my trees are gonna live.
Aulë: … ok but. dwarves still need wood. *blacksmithing*

Finrod's Adventure Part 2

Finrod: *finally somehow majestically makes it to the Caves of Narog*

Finrod: … hmm. This would be cool to make a replica of Menegroth here.
Dwarves: hey man. I heard you want to build things.
Finrod: Oh, hey. You’re from the Blue Mountains.
Dwarves: Yep. We totally helped make Menegroth too.
Finrod: Oh sweet. Hey, help me make another Menegroth. But we’ll call it … uh … Narogthong … or .. hm .. that sounds silly. How about Nargothrond?
Dwarves: Sure.
Nargothrond: *is built*
Finrod: *gets some sweet fuckin gifts for the dwarves from Tirion, the watch-tower*
Finrod: Hey guys, this is for you.
Dwarves: *AWE*
Dwarves: Look, we made a thing for you. *gives him the Nauglamir* King Felagund!
Finrod: My name’s Finrod –
Dwarves: Felagund! Felagund!
Elvish Followers: That has a nice ring to it. Felagund, yo!
Felagund: … okay. Finrod Felagund it is.

Chapter 4

Elwë: *meets Melian*
Melian: *meets Elwë*
Elwë: *takes her hand*
Melian: *stands in silence with him for years*
Elwë: *YEARS*
Elwë: *this chapter is literally about how they met*
Melian: … hi.
Elwë: Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?
Melian: not really –
Elwë: What a beautiful maiden in such a lovely garden. You come here often?
Melian: oh. um …
Elwë: I may be a Child of Ilúvatar, but I promise, I’m a king in the sheets.
Melian: Look, I already love you, you can stop –
Elwë: There’s a dragon in my loins and only you can tame it.
Melian: Okay we’re married now stop.

The End of Eöl

Turgon: … I’m going to kill that piece of shit for hurting you.
Aredhel: *sick and dying* Pls Turgon. Don’t be too hard on him.
Idril: Yeah, dad. It could be worse. She could be dead.
Turgon: *siiiigh* I guess. At least she’s alive.
Aredhel: *dies in the night*
Eöl: *brought before the king the next day*
Turgon: Eöl, welcome to die.
Eöl: Kill me, nerd.
Turgon: Trust me, I will. Gentleman, throw this murderer off the cliff.
Eöl: *stares at Maeglin*
Guards: *bring him to Caragdûr (the cliff)*
Maeglin: *watches silently*
Eöl: … wow, you’re just going to let them do this.
Maeglin: Fuck you, dad.
Eöl: You fucker. I hope you die the same way I do.
Maeglin: Bye.
Guards: *throws Eöl off the cliff*
Irdril: … *uneasiness intensifies*

Creation of Dwarves

Aulë: ok, Eru is taking forever. *makes dwarves*
Aulë: awe yis. Gonna teach them all the thing.
Ilúvatar: the fuck is this.
Aulë: um I did a thing -
Ilúvatar: what I say. Elves walk earth first omg
Aulë: sry. I fix this. :’(
Ilúvatar: nope. I’ll keep ‘em. Just … put them to sleep and hide them in a mountain or something.
Aulë: omg for reals???
Ilúvatar: yeah. FYI, the elves and dwarves are gonna have lots of probs. That’s ur punishment.
Aulë: aweeee yiiiiissss.