#dos au

We have:

Amethyst, Calypso - @xinnastar - and Spectre - @funkyfandomlover - being the goth fashionistas they deserve to be✨

Hestia the Armadillog, a Mightamy fankid I received from @wyvit

My take on Classic Sonic in the Project Gem Universe

Sunny Rose for @random-stuff567

And a Spooky Santa offering for the fankid discord server! My recipient was @dawn-ch0rus for his fankid AU, featuring Nemesis and Dawn herself in the roles of Snow White and the Evil Queen🍏 ☠️

@bxfur

Thorin was shocked to see Bofur had been able to join them the following morning when they were sent off on the boat from Lake-town to the slopes of Erebor. It had been Bilbo who had asked after the miner, and he had told his hobbit - well - their hobbit - their burglar - that if Bofur was not awake then they would leave without him. Thorin knew he had drank way too much ale the night before, and the last he had seen of him, the miner was passed out beneath one of the table, snoring loudly.

So it was that he scowled when he saw that dreaded hat making its way through the crowds of men and women of Lake-town gathered around the docks, to see off Thorin and his company, and their hobbit. He had told Kili to stay behind, as his second nephew was wounded, and needed to recover from that wound. He was angry that Fili had fought with him and said he would stay behind, as well as Master Oin grumbling about staying behind as well, his duty was with the wounded.

azog-pale-orc

Thorin had been fully healed by Lady Galadriel by the time Gandalf had led the dwarves and Bilbo to the edge of the forest where Beorn’s home lay. She and Lord Elrond had parted company with all of them, and made their way back toward Rivendell. She told Gandalf to watch over the Dwarf King and his company, and assured all of them they would no longer be hunted by the Pale Orc. Or, she hoped they would not. Thorin was still quite skeptical about traveling to this strange beings home. He knew nothing about this Beorn, the skin changer, Gandalf had called him.

Gandalf sighed and shook his head at Thorin’s words, and he hoped the skin changer would  surely welcome them, but he had left out an important factor. “I did not tell you all before when the Elves were here, but, Beorn is not overly fond of dwarves. So, we will have to be careful,” he told them, and then gasped when he thought he heard the sounds of Warg’s howling in the distance. He looked to the others, but could see they had not heard anything.

“What do you mean he is not overly fond of dwarves. I swear to Durin’s beard, Gandalf, you really are not a very honest wizard. Are you leading us into more peril?” Thorin challenged the wizard, and then gasped when he heard the sounds of Warg’s howling far back from where they had just come, deep in the forests around them. “Did you hear that?” he asked, as he stared around at everyone, then up at the worried looking wizard. “Do you think that is - could that be Azog. I thought Lady Galadriel said he would not be pursuing us,” he voiced, as he glared up at the wizard.

“I do not know if it is Azog, it could just be some stray warg’s, and a normal Orc pack. But, I would suggest we move swiftly toward Beorn’s house. It will be better than being out here in the open. All of you, run, quickly, follow me!” Gandalf ordered, when the howling became louder, and shouting in black speech could be heard. 

“Just be silent and run, Thorin Oakenshield. You have your sword, I suggest you all keep them to hand,” the wizard warned them, and ignored the angry looks Thorin was giving him. He just sighed ass he pushed him and the other dwarves ahead of him. He would stay to the back of the entire company, just to keep them safe from any harm. Should it be Azog and his pack of Orcs, he would use his wizard staff to keep them away from Thorin. He knew if the Pale Orc had been set free, then Thorin would be in danger. What he did not know was they were much closer than he realised.

starlitcaptain

Thorin and his company had been traveling through Mirkwood forest, on their way to Erebor. They had been told by Gandalf to stay on the path, and they would reach the other side in a few hours. Now, they had become lost, and the wizard had warned them to beware of the enchanted stream. They had passed by that part of the wood an hour ago, maybe even longer, and ever since then, they had all become disoriented and completely lost. Even after he insisted they were not lost, they truly were.

Now, they had stumbled upon a part of the forest which contained the horrid beasts, the spiders of Mirkwood, and they were large hairy things, which attacked him and his company. Everyone but Bilbo, who had disappeared to where Thorin did not know. Now, they were wrapped up in the spiders cocoons and were about to become their next meal, but then Bilbo suddenly appeared again, as if out of nowhere, and had freed them.

Thorin and the company were battling the beasts, and killing them off in their packs, and they were almost successful, when there appeared the Elves of Mirkwood. They were just as Beorn had described them. They were unkind and much more dangerous than their Kin in Lord Elrond’s kingdom. They were captured by a whole group of them, their weapons and supplies taken away from them, but one of their kind, a she-elf had rescued his nephew Kili from being attacked by the spiders. 

He could see she looked different to most of the elves there, in that she had red hair, and he was secretly grateful to her for killing the spiders which would have taken his younger nephew as a snack. Bilbo once again disappeared, and Bofur asked Thorin where he was. He had hoped their hobbit was safe, and would stay out of the clutches of the Elves, and would somehow rescue them as he had done so with the spiders.

Now, he and the company were all led away with their hands tied, and the rope lead to keep them all in line. He had spotted the she-elf again, but then he did not see her, after they were led inside the Kingdom of Mirkwood, his company was thrown into the Elvenking’s dungeons, he was led to speak with Thranduil, but the meeting did not go well, when the King of Mirkwood had offered his help, at a price, and one Thorin was not want to pay him. So, he basically told him that he would pour excrement on his head and those of his Kin. Then he too was thrown into the dungeons.

Thorin did not grumble too much when they were all stripped of their weapons and main travel tunics, and left in their under tunics and trousers and boots. They also took his most prized Dwarvish fur coat. He sat in the cell, and while the others tried to break free, he just sat and sulked, not sure now if they would ever reach the mountain in time for Durin’s Day. 

neverseeanotherapple

Thorin and his company of twelve dwarves, his friends, and kin, one wizard, and one very kind Hobbit had been able to escape from the clutches of Azog, and his pack of Orcs just by the skin of their teeth. Beorn had said they could stay there for several days to recuperate before their journey through Mirkwood forest, and he thanked him for that. He still could not believe that the pale Orc was alive, and had almost succeeded in killing him. His hands shook again, and his mind wandered. He tried to stay focused on the company around Beorn’s table, but he felt as if the large wooden beams of the skin changer’s home were closing in on him. So, he made his excuses, stood up from the table, and reached inside his pack for his pouch and pipe.

He sighed as he made his way into the early morning light, the sun just cresting over the top of the mountain now, as he sat down on the stoop in the back of Beorn’s very large house. He did his best to pack the tobacco, the Old Toby, he had received as a gift from their Burglar, his hobbit. He hoped it would steady his still rattled nerves. He had almost died. He could not get that image out of his mind. the feeling of slipping away, to Mahal’s sacred halls, only to be brought back by the wizard, Gandalf.  Now, it was Bilbo who was on his mind, and to whom he was truly thankful to. That little hobbit had risked his life to save him from being beheaded by that disgusting Orc.