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  “More important than I? Is that how this relationship works now?” Jested the she-elf as she quirked an eyebrow high, arms moving to cross over her chest in a show of attitude. 

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He’d been a fool to think he could keep a human safe in a town full of monsters that wanted him dead. He should have made Mitchell cross the barrier, even if it meant pushing the kid through himself. But he hadn’t, and now Sans watched from the shadows as the king enacted the most vicious part of his plan to free the monsters from the underground.

☗ What you’d find in their cabinets

Bag of flour [half empty]

A couple of books with chemistry textbook titles [upon further inspection, they actually contain recipes for various deserts]

Several boxes of uncooked spaghetti

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  “No, Mitchell-” Meeting his chocolate gaze was no longer an option, knowing that if she did so, she would cave in and be unable to do what she had to do. This was for his sake. 

   “There is no more going back to Middle Earth for us- There is no more us. “ If it were possible at all, the whole world would have heard her heart shatter as she spoke the words, air almost impossible to breathe. No matter what pain was wrought upon her, she would ensure he was free at last from the demon who tormented him so. She would sacrifice her own joy and self so long as Herrick left him be. 

   “Take care of yourself, John.” First name was brought to use- something she never called him by. Her voice and words felt so detached, as though it were not herself who spoke them, though they were cloaked in her tone. 

The darkness that Mirkwood had battled against for so long was returning to the forest. The trees were dying and evil creatures were crawling back to terrorize the elves and any unsuspecting travelers on the road. Ever since the Battle of Five Armies, King Thranduil had reopened the forest for travelers and wanderers to pass through, having deemed it safe once more. However, upon the first reports of the eight legged demon creatures, he gave warning to those entering the forest that there was danger present and sent extra guards into the woods to keep watch. He would not make the same mistakes again.

Two long days of nonstop swordsmanship and archery was making the Captain of the Guard weary. As one of the largest inspirations for the warriors fighting alongside her, there was no time for relaxation or breaking away from her duties. Seeing these spiders return were a stab to the heart for Tauriel, as it brought up devastating memories of pain and loss...a loss she could not bear to think of. Because of this, she released all of her bottled up fury at the creatures and so her fighting style was less coordination and more unadulterated anger.

Sliding along from branch to branch, one of her daggers remained constantly at the ready, her sharp eyes capturing every movement around her from the wind blowing against the leaves to a bird soaring up into the sky. Her feet paused mid motion as soon as she saw it: a particularly gruesome and large spider, and it was hunting someone on the ground. Not on her watch.

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Thorin had cursed himself for leaving the family Jeweler’s shop, Durin’s Jewelers, so bloody late, at eleven at night, but he could not help to stay late. This was a busy season for him, when everyone of his loyal customers had commissioned special pieces from him. He had sent everyone else home early, at the normal time, around half seven. But he had stayed those extra hours, and had finished his own work.

He cursed himself, because he had parked his car a little ways down from the shop, being that the spots in front of the shop had all been taken when he arrived that afternoon. The holiday shoppers had been milling about the streets of London, all in a bustle for the holiday in a week’s time. Now, he could hear footsteps, several of them from the sounds of it, following him. He started walking faster, but he could hear them getting closer, and he readied himself for the oncoming attack he knew was imminent.

“Give us yer money and yer expensive watch and rings, mate, and we won’t hurt ya - too much,” a cockney accent voice, as they neared him.

“I will give you nothing. You can all just sod off!” Thorin voiced, as he growled at them, and kept walking. He did not expect for one of the perpetrators to knock him too hard on the back of his head with the butt of what must have been a blunt object. He grunted loudly, and could feel a large bump forming on the back of his head. Even though it blurred his vision temporarily, he thought, well, bloody hell, he would not go down without a fight.

He turned around abruptly, and threw a punch into that man’s face, and kicking him in his gut to push him down to the snow covered ground. But then, three more of the young, strong punks came at him, and started beating him with their own fists. He gave as good as he got, and he would not let them win this fight. He would not be robbed. He was already rather battered, and so were some of them, but when one of them pulled out a knife, he did his best to dodge the slice that came upon his right arm.

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1) All About You - Hilary Duff

2) I’ll Fight - Daughtry

3) I Wouldn’t Mind - He Is We

4) First Heartbreak - Tori Kelly

5) Like I’m Gonna Lose You - Meaghan Trainor ft John Legend

6) James Dean and Aubrey Hepburn - Sleeping With Sirens