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     She adjusts the crown ever so slightly before she is fully satisfied. Her hands fold neatly in front of her. âDo you like it?â She will not be so offended if he does not, her pride is not so easily wounded. âI think itâs very becoming--â
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     HANDS  CAREFULLY CARVE  AT STONE , chipping and shaping meticulously until she produced a product worthy to be added to the ever growing pile at her side. ARROWHEADS , thatâs what they were ; an all day project , one she was quite proud of. she wasnât an expert stone carver by any means , but she did well enough. at the end of the day , they could very well take a life when put into the right hands , and that was all that really mattered.
     she pauses in her work when she feels a cramp coming on , and sets her materials in her lap. as she flexes her fingers to ease their tension , she allows her eyes to wander the camp. it is loud and as active as ever , with many orcs moving about ; some drag in dinner from the nearby woods , others hammer at metal to craft armor and weapons , and some talk or argue amongst each other. and as she watches the bustling activity around her , she , for what was likely the millionth time these past few moons , wondered what her father would think should he find out she rode with orcs , that she was WELCOMED among them. he would likely die on the spot from the sheer horror of it all. the thought of her father draws a sigh from her. she misses him  , truly she does ,  and she misses her fellow elves and the dense woods of mirkwood too. some part of her thinks she would someday like to return home , but when her eyes fall upon a figure , tall and pale and imposing , she finds those thoughts do not linger for long. Â
    without thinking too much , she gathers all of her materials and makes for the orc chieftain. as she crosses the camp , she can feel several eyes on her , watching her every move. most have gotten used to her unusual presence , but there are some who still are not , and likely will ever be , too keen on it. she does not worry about them , not as much as she used to. she is capable enough should any try something , but more importantly she does not concern herself with their opinion. it is only azogâs that she holds in high regard. he allows her to stay for whatever reason , so she does , and there are few who would argue this. some might , but she has seen what happens to those who oppose the pale chieftainâs will , and it never ends well.      another pair of eyes fall on her as she approaches azog , but this time it is the massive warg that lay at his side , who watches her lazily from her place on the ground. she eyes her warily , cautious not to make eye contact for too long , and shuffles past until she is on azogâs other side , with enough distance between her and the massive beast that she feels comfortable. she places her finished arrowheads down between them as she occupies the empty spot , lips pulling in a gentle smile.  â i need to craft the other parts , but once done , i should have more than enough to share , if there are any who wish to refill their quivers.  â  she continues her work for a moment , allowing several beats of silence to pass between them. she does not expect much conversation from him , itâs not really why she came to sit beside him , but when she spares him a glance , she can see the gears behind his eyes turning away.  â you seem to be rather thoughtful about something âŚÂ what is on your mind ? anything that i might assist with ?  â
Itâs been a very long while, anon, and while I am quite sure that you are likely still not watching me, I am absolutely ( okay, half absolutely ) making this post just to make you punch your computer in pure rage and disgust.
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To those of you curious: Yes, it means exactly what you think it means.
            â   i'm  not   đđđđđđđ   from  you  ,  â
         .*¡ďžâ§ăť đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ  /  @urukingâ  ăťâ§ďžÂˇ*.
            â  have  you đđ  đđđđđ  ?  â
          .*¡ďžâ§ăťÂ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ / @urukingâ  ăťâ§ďžÂˇ*.
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elenhest  frodo throws a snowball at azog
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    âAt last, your defiling days have come to an end.â Thorin had been observing the Pale Orc from the shadows of the doorway for a few moments first, before he revealed himself into the candlelight. The crown upon his head absent, the Dwarven King still felt powerful towards the other, who had been locked behind bars -- left to rot until his dying day.Â
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âNo, no, no, no!â
Even when standing on an overturned crate, the little hobbit is nowhere near tall enough to reach the rock held inches from Azogâs mouth. But bless him does Bilbo try anyway. Firmly scolding the orc as he waves one of his prize winning tomatoes high above his head.
There were times when he wished he could say that the dwarves were worse, but at least they didnât try to eat all of the rocks out of his garden. Honestly, he should have just said something if he was this hungry. Then Bilbo would have had more to offer him than a single tomato.
âYou see this? This is food, that is not. Let's make a trade, shall we?â
