Here at the end of all things

     “I am a princess.

                        Not because I wear a crown,

                                        but because I protect my people.”

Made because of this.

“I believe I have misunderstood the instructions I was given.”

Bilbo hummed politely and continued reading the trade request.

“I read the entire treatise.”

“I’m sure you did, Tauriel.”

“I read it carefully.”

Bilbo hummed again. The young couple could be, at times, cloyingly affectionate. Thank the Valar it was only the elf visiting his study, rather than them both together; that could be unbearable.

“I must have done something incorrectly.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.” He was only half-listening.

“Kili is upset with me.”

“I’m sure he’s not.” He wasn’t really paying attention.

“He did not seem to like the gift I gave him.”

“He what?”

Okay, now Bilbo was listening.

***

My character is casually walking around shirtless. How does your character respond?

W- *frowns and crosses her arms over her chest* What’s the matter?  

Miston just blinked. His head hurt and he had no idea how he got here- all he knew is that he wanted to go home.

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      “Ah, Sam!” Frodo stands in the round doorway of Bag End, surprised at the offer, but by no means unenthusiastic. “You came at a good time,” he begins his reply, turning to grab a jacket from a peg, “I was beginning to feel cooped up. It’d be good to get some fresh air.” Hobbits are indeed cosy creatures, very comfortable being at home – but the entire Shire is quaint and (fairly) calm. Idyllic would be the word. “Where were you thinking of going?”

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≪ ⋈ ≫ ╾ Thorin turns to look at the other with                a bewildered look twisting features up                before he’s shaking his head. Graying                curls sway across shoulders with the                small movement as the dwarf remains                sturdy in the spot he’d stopped in. 

                          ❝I will not leave you.❞                Thorin said stubbornly as hands curl                and uncurl at his sides before they’re                reaching up to plant upon hips.

Viola scrunched her nose and shook her head, jewellery didn’t last long in a place like this, either stolen or traded for whatever was needed to survive. Even in such a desolate place jewels and metals were still worth quite a bit, she’d taken extra care to hang onto her own precious necklace, more for sentimental value than anything else.

“Sorry. Just dont see a lot of jewellery round these parts. Ye best keep an eye on it, tough to hold onta in a place like this, ain’t seen anythin made of proper gold in a long time.” She shrugged and checked she had everything, trying to distract herself from His voice.

Creeping out the back of the tent she made sure there was no one around, once she was sure she motioned the Hobbit to follow her “Coast is clear, if we can make it to them ditches we can avoid bein spotted. Fluffy usually hides round there.” She made sure she had an arrow ready if they were spotted.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, His voice was still loud, still telling her that taking the ring on the chain was a good thing, that she’d be a good little orc if she did “shut up, shut up, shut up!” She whispered and covered her ears “leave me alone!”

“I’m not trying to hold onto it.” Sam snarled.  “Keep your nose out; it’s best you have nothing to do with this ring.”  He was curt, but his heart was racing.  He knew; he just knew that the ring was influencing the young girl, but he couldn’t tell her to resist without telling the whole story.  And that most certainly wasn’t going to happen.

Seeing her struggle, Sam took pity on the girl.  He knew just how hard it was to resist the call of the ring; in fact, he too was resisting it at the same moment.  As she spoke, he whispered, hopefully loud enough for her to hear.  “You must- you have to fight it.”

The Cetus perked up, a mixture of genuine shock and curiosity spreading across his wide face, and the soft, flexible ‘spines’ rising at greater angles like feathers puffed out by a cold or frazzled bird. His head angled to the side, oddly resembling something more along the lines of a pup than a twenty-foot long monstrosity.

He would have had to decline on the offer of fish, though other meats he wasn’t above consuming. Bruce had, after all, only declared fish off-limits. Anything otherwise dead he came across was usually fair game; scavenging came with less guilt than a kill. A half-eaten stag or naturally deceased whale was an easy feast. Waste not, want not.

The Cetus rose, rather abruptly, from the river rocks and a few stones scattered away at his movements. “Well, that’s rather kind ‘f ye,” Bruce bellowed, raising his brows and flashing a smile filled to the brim with rows of serrated pearly whites. “And which way to yer lil’ ‘hobbit-hole’?”

As the Cetus rose, a shiver ran through the hobbit, who was just now remembering just how big the monster was.  He stood stock straight, trying to make himself look taller as his mind kept running over all of the ways in which this was a bad idea.  He was a hobbit, however, which made him not just unfortunately honest but gracious as well, and now that he had extended his offer, he couldn’t very well detract it.