for forever

Remember this: the need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this: the day will come when all of these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege.

Remember this: Try.

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured. Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. The third option would be “ ☹ ☹ “ to have both wounded (in which case first generated number will be for my muse and second for yours).

Tw for possible blood and gore! Please be mindful of your partner’s possible triggers that might only apply to a couple of these.

Of course that had cured nothing. His house didn't magically cheer him up and took all the sadness away. The heat of his beloved hearth didn't chase away the cold he had seemed to have brought along from the Misty Mountains. He still kept dreaming of Thorin, Fili and Kili's bodies, covered in dirt and blood when they found them.

He smiled at Kili's affectionate gesture, touched his own forehead for a brief second and then for a moment just watched Kili sit on his chair. Kili. Alive and well, sitting here, in his house, on his chair, eating his seed-cake. Bilbo blinked the tears away and shook his head. "I didn't expect anyone. I-" Bilbo swallowed around the lump in his throat. He didn't know how severe the injuries had been, and how long it would take for the Dwarves to be able to travel again. He also didn't know whether anyone of them wished to see him again, after everything that happened. He could easily imagine that Kili had come here without Thorin's blessing.

Not that any of them could blame him. Even the younger dwarrow, prepared for battle as any good dwarf was, were still shaken by their first real massive conflict. It must have rattled the poor hobbit something fierce. Kili had jumped at the chance to get out from under the mountain, away from shadows lurking at the corner of his eyes at every turn. And if it gave him an excuse to swing by the Shire on the way to Ered Luin then all the better.

"It's spring, isn't it?" He cast a look about toward sun beaming in through the windows. Tried and failed to remember an accurate timeline since Durin's Day. "Would've come sooner of course but-" Kili gestured vaguely at nothing in particular. Winter clogged all passes west with snow and they'd desperately needed those slow months for recovery. When it had become clear he grew ever restless, yet loathed to leave his brother of course, Thorin had forced a 'borrowed' Iron Hills ram upon him. Kili would have preferred a pony if he was going to ride but he'd quickly come to appreciate the pack animal's aid. If riding still made things twinge, walking all the way would have been impossible.

AITHYNNE -

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝟏𝟕/𝟐𝟎 ⟶ 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐬