remember me saying a few weeks ago that i wanted to make a thranduil thing and never did

I am back from my second viewing of the Hobbit (Battle of the Desolation of the Journey of the I can never remember what comes after the colon) and I am ready to have Thoughts.

  • So first of all, though this movie fails on multiple levels, it gets a lot of attractive people into armor and that works for me.
  • Also, it is a very baffling experience, to cry like a small child at a movie you know is such a structural, tonal, and cinematic mess.
  • No seriously, the cognitive dissonance of it is really disconcerting.

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One Last Adventure

So the last part of ‘Don’t Go’ is finally here ^.^ as always can be read as stand alone or part of the series ~ enjoy

One Last Adventure

Bard sat in his rocking chair, looking out over the grand halls of the Woodland Realm, his home far more than Dale was these days. He had moved here years and years ago now, when Bain was king and Sigrid was married, Tilda old enough to marry but instead choosing to come and live among the elves, they had welcomed her with open arms.

They visited Dale often of course, neither of them could be kept away from their beautiful grandkids for long, even if they were all grown now, there was even the great-grandbaby, little Asta who was only three. But it was late in Bard’s years, and he was not as strong as he once was. Each time the trip was a little more exhausting, no matter how much he would pretend to be fine, Thranduil would notice. Bard could not bear the look on his face whenever he did.

It was dread.

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