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"I hate you"

little-greenleaf-of-mirkwood:

king-of-erebor:

little-greenleaf-of-mirkwood:

king-of-erebor:

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"As expected from an elf. The sentiment is returned."

"It is not because I am an elf, it is because you are so mean to my Ada”. Legolas frowned.

"And has your father ever explained to you what he did to my people? How he turned his back on us when we needed his help?"

"He told me that it was unreasonable from you to expect him and his people to attack a dragon. They were no match for that beast and would only been slaughtered".

"But is it unreasonable to ask for food? Shelter? Medicine for those who had been injured? When I say he did nothing, he did nothing. We scraped by with what little we had until we made it to the Blue Mountains.”

- littlegreenleafofmirkwood










archerofthegreenwood:

The prince swayed in his seat, scolding himself for drinking so much so quickly. His father would be angry with him, but he could not have helped it. It was hard enough to sit through meetings drunk, the young prince could not bear the thought of doing it sober.

Seeing the dwarf, the prince smiled slightly and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re a nice dwarf, no matter what ada says.”

Thorin had watched a few of the elves around him during the meeting, especially the few that were drinking goblets of wine like they had been deprived of water for days. It was interesting to see Thranduil’s son doing it as well, since his father was not drinking at all. He was not interested in the slightest in elvish wine, and waved off any attempts to make him drink it. Once the meeting was over he stood to leave, only to be stopped on his way towards the door by the prince. Legolas, was it? He went to speak only to freeze when the elf kissed him on the cheek. “…I’m sorry?” Maybe they’d slipped some alcohol into the water without him knowing.

- archerofthegreenwood




Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

  • ✚ for a kiss on a wound.
  • ♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.
  • ✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
  • ♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.
  • ♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.
  • ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.
  • ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.
  • † for a kiss to say good bye forever.
  • ✄ for hateful kiss — gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!
  • ☂ for a kiss in the rain.












pixelsandpaint:

can we have some footage of young thorin doing fatherly things please






You will remember me?

motherofprinces:

king-of-erebor:

motherofprinces:

Dis sat there, cradling her brother, slowly and softly stroking his hair. She faked a smile through her tears. “Of course I will, Nadad. How could I not? But I won’t have to if you just pull through this. I know you can do it, Thorin. Just, please, don’t leave me.” 

Thorin coughed harshly, barely even able to move. Whatever sickness he had caught was causing him to get weaker with each passing day. The healers were working on a cure but there was no telling if they would succeed in time. “I do not believe I have much choice…”

Dis shook her head, defiantly. “I refuse to believe that. There has to be something that can be done. Why have we not gone outside our hills. The elves have legendary healing powers. Why do we not go to them?”

Thorin couldn’t even muster the energy to make a face like he usually did. “They will not want to help…” He coughed again, entire body shaking with the effort.

- motherofprinces - ((Hi! I missed you too - it has been a while))





"I hate you"

little-greenleaf-of-mirkwood:

king-of-erebor:

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"As expected from an elf. The sentiment is returned."

"It is not because I am an elf, it is because you are so mean to my Ada”. Legolas frowned.

"And has your father ever explained to you what he did to my people? How he turned his back on us when we needed his help?"

- littlegreenleafofmirkwood





You will remember me?

motherofprinces:

Dis sat there, cradling her brother, slowly and softly stroking his hair. She faked a smile through her tears. “Of course I will, Nadad. How could I not? But I won’t have to if you just pull through this. I know you can do it, Thorin. Just, please, don’t leave me.” 

Thorin coughed harshly, barely even able to move. Whatever sickness he had caught was causing him to get weaker with each passing day. The healers were working on a cure but there was no telling if they would succeed in time. “I do not believe I have much choice…”

- motherofprinces