Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by legolas-imagines

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

A/N: This is part 1 of a request made by @floofy-halfling. I don’t know if this is what you wanted so like just tell me if I’m on the right track :)

Italics: Elvish

Word Count: 1,806

Part 2 - Part 3

Master List

You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back. 

You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.

You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.

You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.

Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.

“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.

“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.

While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.

You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.

Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.

You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.

Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.

So you know who I am?” he asks.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.

He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.

Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.

You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.

“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.

Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.

I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.

And a half,” you retort, making him smile.

The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.

The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.

Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.

You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.

Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.

He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.

I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.

And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.

That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.

“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”

What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.

Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.

Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.

I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.

Did he really just disobey his father? His king?

Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.

What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.

I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.

Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.

The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.

“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.

Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.

“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.

“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.

“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.

“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.

“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.

“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.

“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.

These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.

“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.

Arya is in the “rising action” of her story: her failure to reach that which she desires most (Winterfell and Jon Snow), the denial of all that is inherent within her despite the glaring lack of success (her identity), and the ever-increasing inner-self that is unleashed no matter how much the insidious people she works for try to beat and punish it out of her (the wolf dreams, her skinchanging abilities, the northern code of justice she still clings to, the memories of family she desperately tries to suppress). It’s all leading to a monumental climax - something she hasn’t yet reached, but people still try to insist she’s at the end.

There are so many balls in the air that GRRM has thrown that he has yet to catch with regards to her character: Nymeria and the pack, Bran’s calls to her, the reunion with Jon Snow, the return to Winterfell, the meeting with Dany, the conclusion to hers and Sansa’s conflict). Many things can be said of GRRM, but a bad writer he is not; and if he left those seeds he sowed untended he would be a colossally bad writer.

Arya is one of the characters whose arcs are of the utmost importance (she wasn’t named as one of the coveted key five because she’s a throwaway), and we’ve likely yet to see the best of her. She’s not at the end, not yet, and those who claim she is have either a bias that blinds them or a lack of deep literary scrutiny and/or comprehension. After all, you can’t insist you’ve finished the story if you’re still only at the middle.
Sansa and Animal Wife Folklore

Numerous times in the books the Starks are associated with skinchanging. The children’s connection to their wolves leads all the Stark children towards warging to various degrees. Robb is rumored to turn into a wolf during battle and the same rumor is spread about Sansa when she flees King’s Landing.

Some say that Sansa loses her Stark connection when Lady dies but I am going to argue that this connection is alive in a very important way.

In various folklore around the world, the animal wife is a shape changer, usually a beautiful woman who will shed her animal skin and gain the attentions of men. These stories often involve a man spying on the beautiful woman as she sheds her skin and stealing the skin so that she cannot turn back into her animal form and must remain with him as his wife.

Sansa is first sent south as Joffrey’s betrothed, and after Lady’s death she loses an essential part of her northern identity, and must hide that part of herself. Cersei tries to claim Lady’s skin but Ned sends it back north specifically so the Lannisters will never get hold of it.

In the animal wife tales and in asoiaf, the taking of skin illustrates ownership, domination, control over an individual. The total obliteration of the self. Sansa may be forced to hide who she really is, to marry against her will, even to change her name, but her wolf skin remains in Winterfell, untouched by those who wish to make her theirs, and Sansa will return to reclaim it one day.

understandingrocks  asked:

Dear turtle-paced, do you think there not being any "permanent" women villains in the books is a conscious, deliberate choice with an intended message? I can't very well see Euron Greyjoy, for instance, getting some humanizing humiliation scene.

Well, I do disagree that there are no long-term women villains in the books - what else is Cersei? The fact she’s depicted as a whole person with internal struggles makes her no less villainous. The misogyny and abuse she’s experienced explains some of her actions, but it in no way excuses the vast majority of them.

Second, I think the lack of primarily temporal female villains in ASoIaF is partially a reflection of the whole “piss twice as hard” issue, and partially a reflection of the fact not many women are full-time fighters. In a world where not many women use swords, it’s that much harder to write a female Gregor Clegane, and in a world where women must fight and connive for every scrap of power and constantly be on guard for men casually overruling and dismissing them, it’s that much harder to be a female Tywin Lannister (as Cersei points out several times). Effective narrative villainy requires power, of some sort, to be wielded over others - and GRRM has depicted a world where women are systematically disempowered. His unsympathetic and amoral female characters are subject to that system every bit as much as his sympathetic female characters.

So yes, I suppose I do think there’s a message in the lack of female temporal villains. In Westeros, it’s hard for a little girl to grow up to be a credible threat.

Here’s where I don’t think GRRM has an excuse. There is one obvious form of power that should not respect gender constructs:


There are flat out more male users of magic in the main series, differing in capacity and morality, than there are female. (Dany, Arya, Melisandre, Mirri Maz Duur, and two stock “crone” archetypes who exist to give prophecies to more important characters.) Certainly there are more male magic-users whose magic is an integral part of their storylines or their identification as characters. I fail to see any good reason for this. Where are the female greenseers? We know of two female skinchangers other than Arya and presumably Sansa, mentioned offhandedly in the prologue of ADWD. Then we get into what use of magic means, because there’s a difference between actively doing magic, and passively receiving prophetic dreams.

Magic is a power which a female character could use for good or for evil. Even if society’s structure winnows out just about every female character who can learn magic to a greater degree, there’s still the issue of people who are “born with it” and whose capacity for magic exists in them independently. Thus far, in the main series, it’s disproportionately men.

The lack of female metaphysical villains I think is a failing on GRRM’s part, rather than a deliberate message.


Originally posted by middle-earth-journeys

Originally posted by pretty-dead-dog

Master List

You smile slightly at the dogs as they ran around you. You were currently seated in the back yard of Beorn’s home watching the wild life. You laugh as one of his hounds comes bounding over to you, tackling you to the ground while licking your face.

You’ve never seen a dog in your entire life. Imladris did not have such animals and neither did Lorien and every new being was an amazing thing to you. You smile as the dog rests on your stomach and you look back at the sky.

The sun is blocked by a tall figure and you stand quickly. You smile slightly at the 7 foot tall man in front of you. He looks at you with narrowed eyes and his dogs bark. He looks at the them and lets out a few barks himself and you know that he is having a conversation with them.

He lets out a sigh, but you are distracted by the tugging at your trousers.

You take a seat back on the ground and play with the dogs.

“They like you,” he says going to his ax and wood. “Really? That’s good because I like them too,” you say as they snuggle with your face.

“They tell me that you have been tending to the animals and doing yard work as well. May I ask why?”

You pause in your ministrations. You liked him a lot, but not in that sort of way. There is no possible way that you can say that without coming off as too love sick or rude.

"You may ask, but I do not know the answer,” is your only response.

"Very well,” he says, chopping his wood. You watch him cut his wood as your thoughts wonder towards the man before you.

He was handsome you could give him that and Gandalf had made him seem scary especially in bear form. You figured he was only doing it to protect his land and you felt that the bear could be reasoned with if you tried, but you were not about to.

"What is it elf? You are staring,” he says, snapping your attention back to the real world. “The name is y/n, Master Skinchanger and you’d do well to remember that,” you say, turning your attention back to the dogs and missing the smile on his face.

Important Female Characters that have been cut out of Game of Thrones

Arianne Martell: The female heir to Dorne who demands recognition and acknowledgement and refuses to be passed over.

“You will not rob me of my birthright!”

Wylla Manderly: Grandaughter of Wyman Manderly, insults the Freys in front of a hall full of people and refuses to be married off. And she has green hair which is pretty sick.

“He was our king! He was brave and good, and the Freys murdered him. If Lord Stannis will avenge him, we should join Lord Stannis”

Val: Sister of mance Rayder’s wife Dalla (who has also been cut) said to be extremely beautiful yet is fiercely independent and strong.

“I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.”

Mya Stone: One of Robert Baratheon’s bastards, lives in the vale and is in charge of helping people up to the Eyrie.

“Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and stone is a mountain’s daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won’t fall.”

Lady Stoneheart: *spoiler alert or not really because she won’t be in the show* Catelyn Stark resurrected seeking revenge on the Frey’s and leading the Brotherhood without banners (there’s your revenge plot D&D)

“She don’t speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.”

Asha Greyjoy: not to be confused with whoever “Yara” Greyjoy is, Asha does not believe in flippantly calling people “cunts” and is not scared of dogs.

“My mother raised me to be bold”

Alysane Mormont: Fights with Stannis’ army and guards Asha when she is captured (oops not really spoilers again) and don’t tell me that they don’t become best friends because they do.

“Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods.”

Barbrey Dustin: The widow of Lord Dustin, hates the Starks because she blames Ned for the death of her husband. She is cunning, intelligent and one of Roose Bolton’s biggest supporters in Winterfell (but you know in the show no northern lords are in Winterfell because logic)

The bride weeps … Dressing her in grey and white serves no good if the girl is left to sob. The Freys might not care, but the northmen … they fear the Dreadfort, but they love the Starks.“

All these women are unique, different and complicated, even though some of them do not fit into d&d’s “strong women” or “sexually empowered” archetypes they are important and interesting parts of the story. All of these amazing characters were axed in favor of a storyline depicting a violent rape and that is truly unforgivable and disgusting.


“You are a warg too, they say, a skinchanger who walks at night as a wolf. How much of it is true Bjorn Stark?”                     

                                               🎁 Happy Birthday Mark/bjornstark  🎁

//RP Starter for @kettu-skinchanger

The night was warm, unusual for early Spring. Except when the wind blew, sending a chill through the area that spoke of a storm yet to come. Though no storm-clouds hung overhead. Allowing for a clear view of the sparkling stars blanketing the heavens above.

The nocturnal animals and insects in the forest below were going about their usual routine. Gathering food, hunting, and making the casual noises that went along with their nightly chatter. That is until something caused them alarm. In unison the forest fell silent, an eerie sort of quiet that either foretold of a frightening predator in the area, or a natural disaster yet to occur.

One of the stars glinting in the night-sky seemed to be glowing brighter than the rest. No.. it wasn’t glowing brighter perse.. it was getting bigger, moving, drawing closer.

Shooting stars were not an entirely abnormal occurrence, but it was rare to see them moving that quickly, with a trajectory that seemed to be headed for the area below. Maybe it wasn’t a falling star, maybe it was a meteor? And the animals of the forest had sensed it.

In tandem the animals in the trees bolted; flying, or scurrying as fast as they could. While the ground dwelling fauna followed suit, rushing away from a specific group of trees, trying to clear the distance and find somewhere safe to hunker down.

The meteor shot through the atmosphere, and crashed through the tree tops, decimating an area the size of a city block as it collided with the ground. Its impact caused a bright white light to blast through the forest, along with an earthquake-like rumble that shook the ground.

Silence descended again, except for the cracking and falling of tree branches at the edges of the massive crater created by the collision. But this was no meteor. Laying at the bottom of the crater was a male with short dark brown hair, dressed in a suit and tie, and a dirt-covered tan trenchcoat.

Feisty Little Hobbit

Overall Summary: You are Bilbo’s little sister but the exact opposite

Chapter Summary: You get an some reassurance from an unexpected source

Previous Chapter: Chapter 10

Next Chapter: Chapter 12

A/n: probably a filler chapter, short chapter

You watch as everyone starts loading their things onto the ponies. You were contemplating your place in the company. It seems like you were just along for a good laugh. Being at Beorn’s made you feel important. He made you feel like you were someone.

Keep reading

So I recently noticed that the ‘queen’ theme in arya’s storyline is quite prominent. For example she named her dire wolf after the Rhoynar queen. Then there is a conversation between Ned and Arya where he says that she will marry a king. Ned also compares her to Lyanna who was crowned the queen of love and beauty. She comes across the dragon skulls presumbly of meraxes and vhagar who belonged to queen Rhaenys and queen Visenya respectively. Then she wants to bring justice to queen Cersei and she skinchanges into Nymeria who is an alpha ( leader/queen) of a large pack of wolves. Are these all just coincidence or subtle foreshadowings

comradepitrovsky  asked:

What do you mean by saying that Gylbert is Good Euron?

This is something mah bestie @goodqueenaly and I have talked about a couple times. Gylbert and Euron bookend the kingsmoot, and while the candidates in between them (Erik Ironmaker, Dunstan Drumm, Vic, and Asha) are very much focused on the concrete matters of personal and collective history, Gylbert and Euron both instead promise to elevate the Ironborn above this “dry and dismal vale.” They basically have the same pitch: in my travels, I have stumbled across something that can allow us to escape the corner into which we have backed ourselves. In both cases, that “something” is rooted in their heavily psychedelic experiences in a far-off land–Gylbert in the west, Euron in the east. They both present themselves as singular radical prophets rather than administrators, more or less urging the Ironborn to “turn on, tune in, and drop out.” GRRM emphasizes this parallel by having Damphair focus on their eyes as representative of their platforms: 

His eyes, Aeron saw, were now grey, now blue, as changeable as the seas. Mad eyes, he thought, fool’s eyes.

The Crow’s Eye stopped atop the steps, at the doors of the Grey King’s Hall, and turned his smiling eye upon the captains and the kings, but Aeron could feel his other eye as well, the one that he kept hidden.

And they’re both probable skinchangers. Of course, while the foundations of their respective characterizations are very similar, the tones are oppositional, all the better to mutually illuminate. Gylbert has seen the light, and wishes to share it: 

He told of a wondrous land beyond the Sunset Sea, a land without winter or want, where death had no dominion. “Make me your king, and I shall lead you there,” he cried. “We will build ten thousand ships as Nymeria once did and take sail with all our people to the land beyond the sunset. There every man shall be a king and every wife a queen.”

Euron has seen the darkness, and wishes to spread it: 

“Crow’s Eye, you call me. Well, who has a keener eye than the crow? After every battle the crows come in their hundreds and their thousands to feast upon the fallen. A crow can espy death from afar. And I say that all of Westeros is dying. Those who follow me will feast until the end of their days.”

Gylbert is the wistful dream, Euron is the crushing nightmare. Indeed, while Gylbert promises to liberate the Ironborn from winter and death, I think Euron’s ultimate role in the story is acting as those forces’ agent and herald by blowing the Horn of Joramun, bringing down the Wall, and letting the Others in. 

What makes Euron a successful politician and Gylbert not is that the former clothes his horrorshow vision in the tropes of the Old Way, which dovetails with how his identity-performance as the ultimate pirate (complete with eyepatch) covers up his true eldritch soul–hence that line above about presenting the “smiling eye” to the kingsmoot while keeping the Crow’s Eye hidden. 

To bring it back to the post that prompted your ask: Gylbert is Angel Bowie, a Major Tom/Ziggy Stardust figure…

…and Euron is Devil Bowie, a drug-addled occult-obsessed Thin White Duke out to drag all of reality into his bad trip. 

Gylbert is strummin’ his guitar and singin’ about how he’d like to come and meet us but he thinks he’d blow our minds, whereas Euron is crooning into the microphone with an evil grin that the European Valyrian canon is here. What Euron’s followers don’t understand is that unlike Gylbert, he doesn’t actually intend on sharing the feast with them. What you get is no tomorrow. 

Feisty Little Hobbit

Overall Summary: You are Bilbo’s little sister but the exact opposite

Chapter Summary: You come across an old friend.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 9

Next Chapter: Chapter 11

A/n: This is a sort of filler chapter. As you can see, I’m doing a lot of time skips. No ragrets. ALSO GUESS WHO’S DONE WITH THEIR SECOND YEAR OF COLLEGE?!

The door to the isolated house slams shut behind you and you sink to the ground, clutching your wound. Running from orcs, you could handle but running from Beorn? This was not in the job description. You bring your hand to your wound and your hunch is proven correct: your wound had reopened.

Since the escape from the goblins you had decide to not speak to anyone except for Oin and Balin. You had kept your distance from everyone no matter how hard Bilbo tried to speak to you. He deserved the silent treatment.

“Oin. I need some help,” you say, tapping the older dwarf on the shoulder as Gandalf goes on to explain who’s house you were currently in. You didn’t care to listen as you already knew the skinchanger. Lets just say you had a lot of secrets. Oin nods and the both of you move over to the steps.

Bilbo comes over to the both of you as Oin accepts the needle and thread from you. Bilbo crosses his arms, thumping his foot and you knew he was fed up with you. He never thumped his foot unless he was irritated.

“Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the journey?” He asks. You ignore him.

“Lay back, lass. This is not a good angle for me,” Oin prompts and you do as you’re told, putting your hands behind your head.

“This is absolutely childish, you know that? How many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you actually respond?” Bilbo asks, looking at you with furrowed brows.

You don’t answer him and opt to stare at the roof instead as Oin starts to stitch it back up again. Your wound had opened up so many times that the pain was nothing to you.

Bilbo huffs throwing his hands up in the air.

“This whole thing is your fault so you have no right to be mad at me! If you hadn’t gone off to follow these dwarves, you wouldn’t have been stabbed!” Bilbo shouts causing the house to go absolutely silent,” you are a disgrace to us Baggins.”

With that he stomps off. You feel a tear slipping down your cheek and you know it’s not from your wound.

“All done lass,” Oin mutters, glad that he had not had his trumpet in his ear. Going by your expression, whatever Bilbo had to say was not good. You sit up and nod at him. You shift through your pockets and you find the wrap. You wrap it around your waist, ignoring everyone’s stares.

By the time you’re done, everyone has already found a place to sleep. You look at your hands and you could not go to sleep bloody. You look around for a pail of water but you do not find one so you go through the way you came.

You knew there was a well there; Beorn had two. You find it and immediately set out to washing your hands.

When you are done, you make your way into the house. Everyone had made themselves at home in the stable area so you just decide to sleep in the dining room. You make yourself at home on Beorn’s chair and fall asleep easily, dreaming of what it would be like to be important.

When you wake up, you are covered by a large blanket. A blanket that was three times your length and a very large pillow. You felt quite small in them. Beorn must’ve placed them there. You stand, deciding to leave the folding to him and find the dwarves standing at the back door anxiously.

“What is everyone doing?” You ask. “Waiting to meet the skinchanger,” Thorin states.

“Ah y/n. Good morning. If you don’t mind joining Bilbo and I, that would be great,” Gandalf states and you nod moving through the group of dwarves. Bilbo looks away from you with a huff and Gandalf leads you both outside.

You walk on Gandalf’s left and Bilbo on his right. You see Gandalf fidgeting a bit and you realize he’s nervous.

“You’re nervous,” Bilbo says. Gandalf looks down at him as Beorn chops another piece of wood.

“Why would I be nervous?” He asks shakily and you decide to be a little shit.

“Good morning Beorn!” You shout and Gandalf winces while Bilbo hides behind him as Beorn rounds on you, reAdy to attack. He lowers his ax as he recognizes you.

“Y/n. It’s been a while,” Beorn says as you walk closer to him.

“It has! Ten years I should say,” you reply stopping five feet away from him.

“I still do not understand what business a halfling has in these parts,” Beorn says before looking at your companions.

Bilbo has come out of his hiding spot and has gained Beorn’s attention.

“I get bored easily. Anyway this is Gandalf and Bilbo,” you introduce.

“Bilbo? Is he the Bilbo you’re always telling me about? The one that your parents loved more?” Beorn asks and you falter a bit.

“The same one,” you mumble, “anyway. Thanks for housing us. We’d be warg food if it wasn’t for you.”

“What is three more mouths to feed?”

That causes you to shuffle a bit.

“You see. Uhm funny story. It’s not only the three of us,” you say and you flinch as he picks up his ax again, looking at something in the back of you. You turn and Dwalin and Balin have come outside.

“Dwalin and Balin. At your service,” Dwalin says, giving a short bow before straightening out. Beorn turns to glare at you and you flinch.

“You flinch too much. How many of you are there?”

“16 of us total,” you tell him.

“Very well. I will play this game of theirs,” he says and two by two each dwarf comes out and Thorin. Thorin comes out last and Beorn recognizes him instantly.

The lot of you are shuffled into the dining area for breakfast. You take a seat between Thorin and Fili. Beorn pours you milk.

“Y/n. When I had seen you sleeping on my chair, I had not known that you had a few more guests,” Beorn states.

“Forgive me, Beorn. Like I said earlier, we were in need of shelter from the orcs chasing us,” you say as he walks away, “thank you.”

“But why did you make a bed on my chair. If I had sat down, I do not think you would’ve survived,” Beorn explains, moving to fill everyone else’s drinks.

“Family problems,” you say and immediately Beorn’s head snaps towards Bilbo making your brother flinch. “Tell me Mr. Baggins. What have you done now?” Beorn asks as Thorin nudges you with his foot. You turn to him.

“How do you know the skin changer exactly?”

“We go way back,” you tell him, “I was once travelling to. You know I don’t even know. Anyway, I remember he had saved my life. Without him, I would probably be dead.”

Fili laughs.

“How does a hobbit travel so far?” he asks. “I’ve been to the Iron Hills once. Dain is quite a nice lord,” you say and Thorin’s brow furrows in confusion and he opens his mouth to say something, but Beorn interrupts him.

“So you are the one they called Oakenshield. Tell me. Why is Azog the defiler hunting you?” Beorn asks, taking a seat on his chair.

“You know of Azog? How?” Thorin asks, surprised, but you ignore the conversation opting to eat the only food you’ve had in a while. You already knew of Beorn’s story. You didn’t not want to hear it again. You look up and make eye contact with Bilbo. He looks a bit sad so you look away. Whatever Beorn had told him, he deserved to know because it had hurt you. You needed some type of compensation.

Tags: @chevycastiel1967 @jotink78 @sdavid09 @annajolras

House Words Wednesdays: House Blackmont

I have started a feature on the Tumblr called House Words Wednesdays. Each week, I take a House without known canon or semi-canon words and present what I think could make sense as that House’s motto. You’re free to suggest more as well, if your favored House has not yet been suggested; take a look at this link to see what has already been suggested, and shoot me a tweet or ask through Tumblr if you have another House you’d like to see.

House Blackmont of Blackmont is a noble House of Dorne, one of the principal vassals of the Martells of Sunspear. Like many of the most powerful Dornish Houses today, the Blackmonts started as petty Dornish kings; from their seat at Blackmont, in the western Red Mountains by the headwaters of the Torrentine (or the Torrentine proper, at least), the Blackmonts ruled, fought marcher lords in the Reach, and gave support (and possibly swore actual allegiance) to the Yronwoods of Yronwood. The last of these kings, Benedict Blackmont, was said to worship a “dark god” and be able to transform into a gigantic vulture (perhaps a wild exaggeration of a latent skinchanging ability?); he was one of the six kings sent in golden fetters to the wall by the victorious Princess Nymeria. The modern Blackmonts are more amenable to Martell rule than their antecedents, with Lady Larra, her heiress Jynessa, and her son Perros accompanying Prince Oberyn to the capital for Joffrey’s wedding. 

The Blackmont sigil, so charmingly, is a black vulture with a pink infant in its talons, on yellow. (As an aside, I’m no ornithologist, but I have seen my fair share of vultures eating roadkill, and I really doubt an ordinary vulture would be strong enough to carry away a baby.) Percy Shelley once wrote a savage political poem (alternately called “To Sidmouth And Castlereagh” and, in a more politically sanitized version, “Similes for Two Political Characters of 1819”) about two warmongering politicians, and in it accused them of being “vultures sick for battle”. Had he known them, Shelley might have accused the Blackmonts of this as well: not only have the Blackmonts fought fiercely and savagely against the marcher lords, but various Vulture Kings - who may or may not have been Blackmonts, but were all probably Blackmont fanboys - have invaded several times up into the main body of Westeros. 

With that in mind, I made the Blackmont words Nourished by Battle. A vulture can be said to be “nourished” by battle, watching the slaughter and death below them and waiting to feast on the easy meal. The Blackmonts have likewise never shied away from battle, whether in Nymeria’s War, the historical and bloody feud with the marchers, or the exploits of the Vulture Kings. Like their fellow lords of the Red Mountains, the Blackmonts warn with their words that they are armed and ready to face all their enemies, and to strengthen themselves from the fall of their foes.

Let me know how you like these Blackmont words. We go back to an extinct House next week, one whose faithlessness to its liege earned it an infamously brutal end.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

anonymous asked:

I think some think that Dany got everything, that her dragons do her work for her & that she herself is nothing without her dragons, that she hasn't SUFFERED like the other ladies have, that bc of all these things Dany's not ~relatable~. I find the last the most irritating. I don't like characters bc they've suffered or bc they're relatable. I like them bc I find them interesting. Dany's got vision. I like female chars who have vision & try to shape the world even if they fuck everything up. [1]

Dany got everything? Her story is literally a tale of “from rags to riches,” and it was all due to her own miracles and machinations after the two men that abused her finally died. She’s nothing without her dragons? There would be no magic in the world if it wasn’t for her; she brought dragons back into her world, and like the direwolves to the Starks, they are her bond animals. I don’t see anyone claiming Jon is nothing without Ghost, or Arya without Nymeria. I’m not mad at you, I can see that you recognize that these claims are idiotic as well, but I just can’t help but refute them.

Dany, I have to say, is super relatable through her struggles. However, certain circumstances of her story - hell, any of these characters’ situations - are not necessarily meant to be relatable. This is a fantasy series, and nearly every character is in some way involved with magic. Sansa had a direwolf, as does Arya who is a skinchanger and involved with the Faceless Men, Jon is a warg and probably Azor Ahai, Tyrion has extensive knowledge of dragons, Bran is a god, Catelyn is a zombie. Ned Stark was probably the only “relatable” character in this series. People using the “lack of relatability” to excuse why they hate Dany (which, you can dislike whomever you want, but don’t spew your hate mindlessly) just come off as flat.

Now for my least favorite excuse. Dany hasn’t suffered the same way other female characters have? I’d wager she’s suffered more. The girl essentially grew up either A) in squalor, or B) at the mercy of whomever decided to be charitable to the last dragons. From the moment she was born, her life has been tumultuous and rocky. She never had a truly stable home besides the house with the red door, and no one to show her longlasting affection, which is why she’s so vulnerable to the type of Stockholm’s Syndrome-love with Khal Drogo.

She was hunted when she was still in her mother’s womb, and still mercilessly so after her mother died and her father’s former master-at-arms smuggled her across the sea. She got a blissful few years with Ser Willem watching after her, but once he perished, everyone turned on her and Viserys. Viserys was just a child watching after another child, and they had to starve and beg their way across Essos.

And later, after Viserys had been disillusioned and hardened by what had come of his life, he began to take it out on his sister. How many times do we see, just in the first book, Dany tremble at the thought of waking the dragon? I counted: it’s 17. Even after he’s dead, she fears him, but it’s not just his threats; it’s what Viserys did to her. He sold her into marriage at only 13, she was pregnant at 14, and she was regularly abused before we even meet her, as evidenced by Dany’s inner thoughts.

Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.” (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

One of the first lines we get from her sounds like the inner workings of a woman afraid of her abuser. Dany “knows better” than to anger Viserys. Then right after we have him touching her both inappropriately and in a way to cause pain. This is how abusers keep their victims compliant.

“Let them see that you have a woman’s shape now.” His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. “You will not fail me tonight. If you do, it will go hard for you. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” His fingers twisted her, the pinch cruelly hard through the rough fabric of her tunic. “Do you?” he repeated. (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

Then we have him hurting her again…

As the khal was saddling the horse, Viserys slid close to Dany on her silver, dug his fingers into her leg, and said, “Please him, sweet sister, or I swear, you will see the dragon wake as it has never woken before.” (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

Viserys’ physical abuse cools down when she’s finally wedded and bedded, but then she just gains a new abuser.

She was left to sup alone, […] and afterward to cry herself to sleep. Yet every night, some time before the dawn, Drogo would come to her tent and wake her in the dark, to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his stallion. He always took her from behind, Dothraki fashion, for which Dany was grateful; that way her lord husband could not see the tears that wet her face, and she could use her pillow to muffle her cries of pain. When he was done, he would close his eyes and begin to snore softly and Dany would lie beside him, her body bruised and sore, hurting too much for sleep.

Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night… (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

And if this doesn’t make you sad, I don’t know what will. The poor girl finally stood up for herself against her lifelong abuser in Viserys, and all she can think of is the punishment she’s going to get.

“I hit him,” she said, wonder in her voice. Now that it was over, it seemed like some strange dream that she had dreamed. “Ser Jorah, do you think…he’ll be so angry when he gets back…” She shivered. “I woke the dragon, didn’t I?” (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

For years she had lived in terror of Viserys, afraid of waking the dragon. (Daenerys, A Game of Thrones)

And all this is not even getting into the fact that Viserys tried to rape her before her wedding to the khal because he felt like her virginity was his to have. While all our favorites are suffering now, they at least had chances to have happiness in their lives before the books come into play (Tyrion with Jaime, the Starks and their siblings). Dany never got that. She was always suffering, always running, always cowering. And even now, with a queendom and army and beasts of her own, Dany finds herself in terrible situations.

She may have a lot, but she doesn’t have everything, and everything she does have is by her own actions.