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Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2015, 11:00 PM
I told everyone in my last journal that I had to sort things out with my categories and such before I could even begin to work on them. I now have everything under the right section and character... it's also color coded.

Obviously the Hobbit has to be at the beginning 

The Hobbit: 205

The Company: 40
Thorin: 60
Fili: 37
Kili: 49
Bard: 19

Avengers: 150

Loki: 69
Clint: 22
Bruce: 11
Thor: 12
Bucky: 21
Tony: 15

X-Men: 204

Charles: 71
Gambit: 7
Erik: 50
Logan: 37
Victor: 10
Pietro: 17
Wade: 3
Pyro: 3
Other: 6

Harry Potter: 51

Draco: 43
Oliver: 7
Fred & George: 1

The Walking Dead: 17

Daryl: 16
Shane: 1

Once Upon a Time: 27

Hook: 20
Rumpelstiltskin: 4
Jefferson: 2
Graham: 1

American Horror Story: 6

Tate: 5
Kyle: 1

Game of Thrones: 8

Robb: 2
Jon: 2
Margaery: 1
Jaime: 2
Joffrey: 1

The Hunger Games: 14

Finnick: 6
Gale: 3
Peeta: 3
Haymitch: 1
Other: 1

The Mortal Instruments: 14

Jace: 12
Luke: 1
Valentine: 1

Being Human (UK): 10

Mitchell: 10

Pirates of the Caribbean: 4

Jack Sparrow: 4

Doctor Who: 3

The Doctor:  1
Jack Harkness: 2

Dragon Age: 1

Lestat: 1

Hellboy: 1

Fast and Furious: 1

Phantom of the Opera: 1

Yes, I know that's WAY too many for one person but, heh, I've got time on my hands

  • Mood: Tired
  • Reading: Imagines
  • Watching: The Almighty Johnsons/ Hemlock Grove
  • Playing: Dragon Age Inquisition
  • Drinking: Water
The journey to Erebor was the longest you had ever taken, and that was saying something. You had traveled so many places, some even farther than this trek, but this felt the longest. You weren't sure if it was because your legs were longer than most of the company’s, because you were the only female, or because you were an Elf with a bunch of Dwarrows. Let’s not forget the Hobbit and the Wizard, but you had no quarrel with them.

There was a certain Dwarf in particular that made you want to jump off a cliff: Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain. He made it well known in the beginning of your joining that he was not pleased. There were a few threats thrown and curses in Elvish and Khuzdul, but you still went with them. You would have anyway, just to annoy the leader by your presence.

That was how you became friends with the small Hobbit, Bilbo. His love of your people and culture automatically drew him to you and the fact that he seemed so interested was why you both had become friends quite quickly. You would even allow him to climb on your back when he was dragging behind since he was slower than everyone else. That was after you had no ponies, mind.

That’s where Bilbo was now as a matter of fact. Your laugh could be heard through the company, making everyone, except Thorin and Dwalin, smile at the sound. Your small friend would tell you some stories of when he was younger, of how he landed in the muddy flowerbed of his home as he tried to run away from disturbed bees. After he would tell you one then you would do the same; sharing stories that were fun and full of joy since you had plenty of seriousness in the quest.

The group eventually began warming up to you, even Dwalin, although he tried his best to hide it when his king was near. The youngest dwarves finally began picking on you, letting you know that you were a friend to them now. Especially Kili who would wink at you every once in a while to make you turn red before he laughed.

Thorin was the only one who distanced himself even more from you. In the beginning he would at least glare at you and make remarks to you even though they were forced. Now, though, he would ignore you completely even if you asked him a question straight to his face. The king didn't even speak long enough to you to spit your task at you. Instead, you had to help where you thought you were needed most which was usually hunting.

Hunting and trapping were your specialty with a little bit of Elven medicine thrown in which made you almost a necessity to the group. With being an Elf came many helpful things such as a light step and keen eyes. Sometimes Bilbo would jest about being replaced as the burglar since you were so useful. You were also pretty helpful when it came to the night watch seeing as you didn't need as much sleep as the rest. Instead of two grumpy dwarves having to wake up, only one had to and usually you let them sleep anyway.

That was exactly what you were doing when Thorin sat down about five feet from you. You were looking up at the night sky, staring at the stars when the shuffling of feet were heard behind you. You didn't say anything when Thorin was there, doing your best not to even look at the handsome king.

The steel blue orbs seemed to glow as he looked at the moon, his hair falling down his back and mixing with the darkness that surrounded the both of you. The fire had died long ago. Streaks of silver were almost white in his mane and beard as he looked on. If the streaks didn't give away a bit of his age, the slight wrinkles around his eyes and along his forehead did, but those just added beauty to the dwarf beside you.

You chastised yourself for looking - no, staring - at him when you told yourself you wouldn't. Tearing your eyes away from him would be the start of the hardest tasks of that night, but you did it, remembering that even someone as handsome as him could have hatred running through his veins. The thought made your own blood sizzle, thinking of how he stereotyped you with your kin. Had you not proven your worth? Couldn't he tell that you weren't like everyone else?

“What brought this on,” the dwarf beside you asked gruffly.

That was when you realized you had spoken out loud. ‘Might as well continue,’ you thought to yourself as you cleared your throat. “Ah, so you do know I exist,” was all you said as every word dripped with sarcasm.

The king only scoffed, still not looking at you. He had no reason to say anything to you; that’s what he said finally after moments of silence.

Your eyes were aflame at hearing his words, your hands bawled into fists while accidentally tearing up some of the grass that had gotten in between your fingers. “Oh yes, I forgot, Master Oakenshield is the King, he has no reason to talk to anyone since he’s so high and mighty. ‘I have to show I’m better than an elf because I have to make up for my shortness.’ Is that what it is, you ignore me because you’re angered that someone, let alone a female, is taller than you and you have to look up?” You stood up, not even trying to wipe off the dirt and grass attached to your clothes.
“Well guess what, Thorin Oakenshield, even if I was half your height I would still be ten times the dwarf you are.”

You went to say more, but before you could he tackled you and pinned you beneath him, the rage in his eyes matching your own. “Do not dare speak to me that way, wench, or we can leave you here when we pack up camp tomorrow. We can get on just fine without you.”

You shoved him off of you, your strength surprising him as his back hit the ground and he hissed at the slight pain. “You think so? Fine, let’s see you try.” You didn't care that you told them that you would lead the company through Mirkwood safely nor did you care that you were probably the only one that could get King Thranduil off of their back if they were caught. You stuffed your pack and walked off, but not before kissing Bilbo on the cheek.

It had been days since you had left, and boy was the company feeling it. Since you had left, tempers were high, especially Bilbo’s, everyone was hungry and the healing herbs were running low. Even Dwalin was grumbling as the group of males walked on through the poisonous woods after they had left Beorn’s house.

“Which way do we go now, Uncle; I assume you know,” Kili said with snark from the middle of the group.

“Kili, I know where we’re going. Take that tone with me again and I’ll silence you myself.” Thorin was even more bearish than usual. Ever since you left, he slowly became grumpier, but he didn't know if it was because he might feel bad or because everyone was giving him trouble.

After everyone had split up to find the path again, that was when he saw it. A tall figure glowing in the darkness of the forest, coming closer to him. The dwarf recognized the shape, one he had dreamed about many times even though he would never admit it. You had come back, but how?

Your voice was like an angelic echo to him as you spoke. “I told you that you would need me, Thorin Oakenshield. Now will you tell me why you treated me as such?”

The king looked to his boots, but he couldn't for long as he was afraid you would leave again. “I-I cannot.”

You arched an eyebrow before shrugging. “Then I guess I better get going, have fun in this maze.”

Even though your words sounded slow, your movements looked too fast for him, but he tried to grab your wrist. “Wait,” he said, his hand meeting your skin, “please don’t go, not again.” Was he actually pleading to you? ‘Mahal, please let this be a dream for sounding so weak.’

“I suggest you tell me the, King under the Mountain.”

Your eyes bore into his, as if you could see his very soul. “I was trying to avoid you because,” he fell silent as he thought about the words he would say next, “Because I’m in love with you.” He broke eye contact with you and looked to where his large hand wrapped around your thin wrist. He could feel the heat on his cheeks that traveled down his neck as he blushed.

“Then why try to avoid me,” you asked with surprise. This was definitely not the answer you thought you would hear. Maybe it was the air in the forest, but you believed him.

“You’re an Elf, a race I have sworn to despise until the end of my days. But like you said before, you’re so different than the rest. I thought if I stayed away that you would no longer torture me.”

You couldn't help but lean into the dwarf’s hand as he caressed your cheek before you felt him move it to the back of your neck and pull you forward. His lips were like fire on yours, his kiss much slower than you imagined. You wrapped your hands in his hair, forgetting where you were or what you were supposed to be doing. All that mattered was the warmth that you felt from the king in front of you as it slowly swam from your lips and throughout your body.

Thorin’s hands moved still in a slow pace, the air still affecting him even now. Calloused fingers roamed your sides, following the curves of your body until you felt his hands tighten on your bottom. You gasped, allowing him to delve into your mouth, a growl rising from his throat.

It would have gone farther if not for another dwarf clearing their throat behind Thorin. You pulled away, your fingers on your lips as you noticed Balin with a smile on his face. Even he looked as if he was drugged. Taking Thorin’s hand, you turned to the white-haired dwarf. “Call everyone here and I shall lead you out of this place and into clean air safely.”
The Lonely Mountain, the kingdom of Erebor, had been retaken. The city of Dale, was being restored and there was peace between Man and Dwarf. All was as is should be, except for in the sleeping quarters of the king.

You had your things laying before you on a stone table that you had guessed was for when the king decided to eat alone. Your sheathed twin blades began the line of items, next was your bow and quiver, your dark cloak, your knapsack, and the list went on. There seemed so many items, but at the same time, you felt you didn't have enough. Your brain took notes as you added things from the kitchen that you needed or from somewhere else, too busy to even tell when the door to the room opened.

“How did I know I’d find you here,” a question rose from behind you, dragging your mind back into the room with you. You turned to look at the dwarf that stood in the doorway; your breath hitched. Thorin Oakenshield had always been a powerful being, not just in strength, but also in looks. The dwarf that stood before you though was majestic. His long hair and beard were so different than the unkempt mess that you had been so used to. His clothes cried king with its silver linings around the collar and sleeves. This was no longer a dwarf, Thorin Oakenshield looked as if the gods had made him one of them.

“My king, I have never seen someone almost glow as you do,” you told him, your eyes shining with appreciation.

The king chuckled at your words and walked over the threshold and into the chambers that belonged to him. “Keep looking at me like that and I won’t be looking like this for long.” He smiled as he teased before his mouth enclosed yours. Thorin may have looked different from the dwarf you had journeyed with, but his kiss was filled with the same passion as before. He was all heat and wickedness in his kisses, always giving you a small glimpse of what was to come later.

You broke the kiss, your forehead against his as you slowly began opening your eyes. His gaze was mesmerizing and you could feel him trying to read your very soul. “You look at me as if I’m the only person in the world,” you whispered to him, loving the fact that he didn't care that you were human. He had before, but that was long ago at the beginning of the journey.

“You aren't,” he whispered back as a question. “Stay here with me, my Dunedain. I want you to be here by my side.”

You pulled away from him and turned back to the table, leaning on your hands that were splayed across the stone. “I cannot.”

The room was silent, the dwarf soaking up your answer. “Why not?” He was no longer whispering, his voice filled with a sound you thought you’d never hear: hurt.

“I love you, Thorin Oakenshield, more than you will ever know, but I cannot settle down yet. There are places I have not yet seen and battles I have yet to fight. The woman in me longs to stay here with you, but the ranger that courses through my blood is calling for adventure.” You turned back to him, a gasp leaving your lips at how quickly the light from your lover had dwindled.

Thorin was building his defenses again, you could feel it. His eyes seemed to darken and all his happiness of moments ago had vanished. “So now that the journey is done, you plan to just leave? It’s that easy for you?” He sat in a nearby chair as if a weight had fallen upon him and he couldn't stand anymore.

You knelt in from of him, your hand finding his which he did not pull away. “I’m not leaving forever, my love. I will come back and I’ll be with you for the rest of our days. I just need a little more time; can I please have that?”

Thorin knew there was nothing he could do to persuade you to stay, not even telling you to never come back. Threats didn't work on you any more than bribes did. He felt so torn inside at knowing you wanted to leave, but at the same time he understood. This was the first time he had ever felt like he was supposed to stay somewhere because he belonged. He knew you felt the same way about him; that you felt you belonged with him. “As much as I dread it, can you promise me that you’ll come back?”

In a surprised tone you asked, “What, no threats or anything?”

“I know they do not work on you and it would just keep you away from me longer. I’m a selfish dwarf and I want you back here as soon as I can have you. Now, do you promise?” His hand caressed yours, the other playing with a lock of your hair.

“I promise, King Thorin Oakenshield, that I will come back to be with you.” You kissed his hand, enjoying the small smile you saw on his lips.

“Then you get to explain it to the others before you go.”
It didn't matter that you were born and raised in Thranduil’s kingdom, everything was as beautiful as the day you could walk the halls. No matter how dark the forest was around you and your people, the light was always there where you lived. It was as if you all held a special place in the star’s hearts so that they couldn't bear to be parted from you.

You fingers glided against the stone walls, your eyes staring at the arches above you. Laughter filled your ears from higher above as a feast was being eaten by the most important of elves. Even the most important one to you: Prince Legolas.

      He was one elf that did not escape your thoughts, not for long at any rate. It was as if the brightness of the stars were gathered in his blonde locks. And if they were not there, then they sparkled in his blue eyes. Even when he was angry or very serious, he still seemed to glow. But maybe that was just your idea of him.

You smiled at thinking of him sitting up there beside his father. The two hardly speaking to each other and slightly uncomfortable in each other’s presence. Legolas would join in conversation with everyone else, smiling at a joke another elf had said. You could picture him as his fingers danced across the glass of his wine glass, not even realizing he did it.

“What are you thinking of, Celeb Eleni (Silver Star)?” Legolas asked from beside you, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blushed at the name he had called you since you were both very young. He knew you were more in love with the stars than anyone else he had ever known. “How the banquet might be? The one which you should be attending, my lord.”

Despising the title, but knowing it was a jest coming from you, he only crinkled his nose at the name. “I was there, I only just left before I found you. I wanted to show you something while everyone is occupied.”

You looked at him with a tilt of your head, curiosity in your gaze as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. “And what might that be?”

“Come and I’ll show you.” His smile was all that was needed for you to follow him.

Through twists and turns, Legolas led you to a small stabled area, a place you had not seen before. You had been to the regular stables, but not here. No, this place was far more beautiful as it glistened. It was well kept, and it definitely didn't smell like the stables usually did. You could feel the magic in the air, that which kept the main animal content in its lodgings: the hart of the king.

You gasped at the sight, his antlers were bigger than you had thought. Brown eyes watched you with curiosity as you stepped closer. There wasn't a sense of threat or anything coming from the creature.

With your hand out in front of you, you walked slowly towards him. When your hand was just in reach, you tried to hold back the giggle when you felt the animal’s warm breath on your skin. Without a sound, the hart nuzzled against the back of your hand, causing a giant grin on your face as you felt of the hart’s hair.

“Not many are allowed to see him, but I knew you have wanted to.” Legolas patted the side of the elk’s neck, as he spoke.

“He is beautiful and softer than I thought he would be.” The hart snorted at the compliment. “You’re welcome,” you told him teasingly since you had no idea why he even did that.

“I agree, but,” Legolas moved his hand to touch yours before moving his hand up your arm, “not as soft as you.”

Your breath hitched as you watched his movements; just before he reached your shoulder, he pulled you towards him. Now a hand was on your waist while he caressed your cheek with the back of the other one. You couldn't pull away even if you tried, his eyes were too mesmerizing. “Legolas, I—.”

“You have been my closest friend for as long as I can remember, but I don’t want that now. Instead, I want you; I’m in love with you.”

All words and thoughts were erased as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. His lips weren't warm, but cool in a nice way, like a cool breeze that made you shiver in delight. The kiss ended quickly, but he held his forehead to yours, the hand that caressed your cheek now gliding softly on the outline of your ear.

“I love you, Celeb Eleni,” he whispered to you.

“And I love you, my prince.”
You had known the house of Ri for so many years that you had lost count. You had even been there when Ori was born which was before Nori was cast out. It was almost like you were part of the family, but thankfully you weren't or your crush on Nori would be awkward.

Everyone under the Blue Mountains knew of your affection for the thief, but seeing as he was trouble and pretty much lived in a cell, you decided it was best to leave that feeling alone. Sometimes Nori would even show up at your place, a box in hand with one of his grins. You knew better though and told him you wouldn't take whatever it was, but you appreciated the thought. You knew it hurt him when you turned down his gifts, but you couldn't get yourself in the middle of that.

There was one time that you almost gave in, though. Nori had left a small wooden box on your doorstep, since he thought enough of you to not break in, while you had been gone to the market. Once opening your door and setting your groceries down, you wiped your hands on your pants and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful necklace, one that you had only seen princesses and queens wear in books. It was made of crystals, each one in the shape of a teardrop as they fell down into an upside-down pyramid. This was the only time you had actually tried one of his gifts on, even though you knew you could never keep it. You didn't know where he got it!

After that, Nori seemed to just disappear. You never saw him anymore and his family only grumbled at the mention of his name. Even Dori, who always wanted to protect his brothers, only gave you a frown and said, “It’d be in your best interest to forget about Nori, Lass, as much as I love him, I don’t think he’ll be changing into a civilized dwarf anytime soon. Best to forget him.” With a pat to your shoulder, he walked off to go finish his daily routines.

It was strange to not see a brunet triangle weaving through the crowd as the thief tried to get away. You had even gotten to where you would come home only to be disappointed at not seeing anything there.

Days turned to weeks and then months; still nothing about your Nori. Worry had overtaken you when no one would answer your questions at the Ri house. They didn't know where he was either. Ori would try and make you feel better, but it never worked. Instead, you would shuffle home with your head hanging low and your shoulders drooping.

That was your posture for a long time, no matter where you went you looked as if you held everything on your shoulders. With a deep sigh, you opened your door and walked inside, but froze when you made it to the kitchen. Someone was there.

That someone turned, brown eyes as bright as the smile on their face. “You look as if you've seen a spirit. You alright?”

You didn't say anything as you sped over to him and wrapped your arms around him. You told yourself that you wouldn't cry, but that didn't mean you couldn't embrace him and almost crush him. The two of you just stood there, holding one another until you pulled away and punched him in the arm. “Where in Mahal’s name have you been? You've been gone for months without a word! I should beat you until you’re blue, Nori,” you yelled at him, slapping his arm with every other word.

Catching your hand in his was the only way he could stop you slapping him. “I’m sorry, but there was something I was sent to do.” His rough thumb rubbed against the back of your hand soothingly, a gesture he had never done before.

“And what was SO important that you had to leave without a goodbye,” you asked, a sliver of hurt working its way into your voice.

“King Thorin sent me to do some urgent business. He plans on leaving soon to retake the mountain and I offered to go. But while I was gone, I found something that I wanted to give you. It took this long just to get it in my grasp.” Nori’s eyes were filled with sadness as he spoke to you, the fact that he hurt you making him want to punch himself.

“Nori, you've been gone a long while, but I still won’t take anything you stole, no matter if you’re going somewhere or not.”

He smiled before pulling something from his pocket and dangling it beside his face to show you what it was. “Good thing I didn't steal it then, innit?”

He held a silver bead in the shape of a sphere, the bottom had a garnet attached to it to dangle off. Your eyes were wide as you looked between Nori and the bead. You knew what beads meant, you were a dwarf after all. “Y-you bought this? You didn't steal it?”

“I had to do some odd jobs while I was away, some that other dwarves had sent me on, but yes, I bought this for you,” Nori told you as he braided a lock of your hair before putting the bead on the end, knowing your answer already. “And obviously you know what it means.”

“Of course I do, Nori, I’m not daft,” you joked, but the tears in your eyes showed how happy you were. He had never done anything like that for anyone, not even his family. The fact that he actually worked to get you something was a miracle all on its own, but even more so since it was a courting bead.

“It’s also a promise, love, a promise that when I come back with King Thorin after reclaiming Erebor, I’ll have changed. I won’t steal anything else and I’ll work so that I can be with you and so you can be proud.” He pulled you into another embrace, one of his hands rising to the back of your neck as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll make you proud, love.”
                Your sister was beautiful as she stood beside her King. The smile she had lost upon his departure from Rivendell had finally come back and there was no more pain in her eyes. Arwen had become mortal to be with her beloved.

                It had been agony to watch your sister slowly drain herself of her immortality. You adored her greatly and when she had first become ill, you swore you wouldn't leave her. Day and night you stayed by her side, taking care of her as her once bright blue eyes seemed to fade as well as the glow of her skin. Your father, Lord Elrond, had to literally pry you from her just so you would eat; he couldn't bear to think that he might lose both daughters.

                When Arwen and Aragorn finally married and began ruling Minas Tirith together that was when you saw him. You had seen the blonde elf of Mirkwood before, more than a few times, but you hadn't seen him gazing at you before. You couldn't help but smile when he realized he had been caught for he would give a tight lipped smile of his own and his jaws would clench before he walked off.

                Any time you were able to visit the human kingdom, Legolas always seemed to be there. He didn't speak to you, but you could always feel his eyes. Not in a creepy manner, but in a protective one which made you and Arwen joke that your father had sent him as a spy.

                It would be months later before the two of you had actual conversations. At first you neither knew what to say, always having an awkward silence between your sentences. Now it was difficult to get the two of you to stop whispering to each other long enough to get your attention.

                Before long, you began to see the blonde elf on horseback as he came to Rivendell. He always looked so regal when he rode, and it always made you remember that he was a prince. His head held high and you knew his eyes were scanning your home even from the distance between you. Legolas used to say it was because he was there on business to see Lord Elrond, but finally gave up the charade when he never left to speak with him.

                “Legolas is quite taken with you,” Elrond stated beside you as you watched said elf leave again.

                “Yes, we are very close.” You didn't need to tell your father that you were in love with your friend, it was something that anyone could see. So he would only smile, squeeze your hand lovingly and return to what he was doing before.

                That was when things changed; you could feel your body telling you it was drawing nearer for you to choose your life. Would you go through the process as your older sister had done to become human? Or would you accept the gift of your race and become immortal? It was a serious decision, one that took you a while to answer.

                “You’re thinking about it again, aren't you,” Legolas questioned one night after supper. The both of you sat on a bench close to the waterfalls that fell under the gazebo.

                “It’s difficult not to when I hear it calling for an answer.” You stood slowly, your hand playing with your hair out of habit as you thought. Your bare feet were quiet against the stone as you stepped closer to the water.

                “And have you decided yet?”

                You could hear the slight worry in his voice, something that had become usual the past year. You looked at him, the moonlight dancing on his skin, making him look almost translucent. His blue eyes wouldn't look at you, always looking at something else. He was more handsome in these few moments than he had ever been before because you finally understood. He didn't want you to read the answer he wished you would take in his eyes. Legolas knew you would sway easier to his answer if you were to see it. He wanted you to be happy and choose what you desired, because YOU wanted it, not him.

                “I have.” You walked to him and took one of his hands in yours, your other hand lifting his chin so he would look at you. “I choose to be with the one I love; I choose to be immortal.”
Who would have thought that a human woman would be in Mirkwood willingly and freely? Well, that’s where you were, Mirkwood, running around in the passages and being treated as a guest. You didn't really remember how you wound up in the kingdom, but after seeing the beauty of it as well as the beauty of the Elves, you couldn't leave.

Instead, you became a close friend to Prince Legolas, an elf that shown brighter than the moon in the sky. How could you not becomes friends with the hair of gold and the eyes of the sea? This Elf wasn't only your best friend, but the love of your short life. Of course, you didn't really think he needed to know that.

The prince was perfect in every way possible; he was kind, quiet, and still the type to guard you when it was needed, even against other Elves and their comments. There was a time you weren't as loved by his people in the beginning. They called you all sorts of names and pushed you around, reminding you of your meaningless life since you would never live long enough to amount to anything.

That was when he came. Legolas stood in front of you and glared at the Elves, their heads bowed at seeing the prince. Even though you didn't understand anything he said to them since it was in Elvish, you knew it sounded menacing. After that, they never bothered you anymore and you spent most of your time beside the prince.

There were always battles that couldn't be won, however. As you began spending all of your time with your friend, you noticed the sadness he held in his eyes. If you were to mention it, Legolas would give you a small smile before telling you it was nothing. Then he would try to change the subject.

You couldn't take his sadness anymore, so as you walked down an empty hall, you grabbed his hand and stopped. His blue eyes looked at you questioningly, a small line dipping in his forehead. “I know something is wrong, Legolas. Please tell me; I hate seeing you this way.”

“King Thranduil has been asking me of you. He’s been wishing to speak with you, but I keep telling him ‘no’ or that you’re busy. My father told me earlier that if you do not see him tonight that he will make you leave.” His eyes were downcast, as if your shoes were the most interesting thing in the kingdom.

You gulped, doing your best to sound calm as you spoke, “I’m sure it isn't anything bad, Legolas, and if there is something that seems off then I’m sure you’ll stick up for me.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly, but his face was still filled with that same sadness.

Lifting your hand, he rubbed his cheek against the smooth skin of the back of it, something that made you blush. “The king wishes to see you alone.”

You could only manage to say ‘oh’ as your face paled and your hands shook. Legolas gazed at you with the question you dreaded to answer but knew you had to. So with a nod, the prince led you to a small room that was just left of the throne room.

It wasn't small, exactly, just smaller than the other rooms that filled the quarters and halls of the kingdom. The walls were covered with tapestries that told the history of the Elves, the background a deep red as the people in the picture seemed almost to glow as they were sewn with silver thread. Even the trees were done in a pastel green for the leaves but the trunks were still silver.

“Remarkable, aren't they?” The voice of the king made you jump and turn, only to bow your head as he continued. “Each one tells a story for us, but if they are looked upon from a distance, they all become entwined. A tale within a tale, as they say.” Thranduil’s voice was melodic in its tone, even though his voice only seemed to sound like he was bored. “Sit.”

You sat in the chair in front of you, making sure to not look the king directly in the eyes. Doing so would say you were his equal and that would definitely get you thrown out of Mirkwood. You waited to be spoken to, the silence almost strangling you as he poured wine into two glasses and placed one in front of you.

“You seemed to have made a strong impact on my son, something I never thought could happen with a human.” Thranduil took a sip from his glass, his pale fingers seeming whiter against the red of the wine.

“We are just friends, my Lord; I’m sure he’s the same with everyone.” As much as you hated to admit it, that statement was true you really were just friends.

A smirk grew on the king’s lips. “I have never seen Legolas blatantly lie to me just for a ‘friend.’ No, you mean more than that even if you do not realize it. Even as I told him to stop acknowledging you, he actually said ‘no.’ How can a human girl cause an Elf, a prince, to fall in love with them?” Thranduil stood, seeming to float towards you before he grasped your chin, turning your head from side to side as if to see you from all angles. “You are very beautiful, for a Human. No doubt there is a tiny sliver of Elf in your blood, but not enough to wonder about the origin.” The Elf dropped his hand from you before turning his back towards you.

“My Lord, is there a reason you called me here,” you asked, trying to hide your annoyance as best as you could. There clearly had to have been a reason for this meeting.

Thranduil turned, his blue eyes lighter than his son’s. “You’re weak, but still you intrigue me. I’m going to allow you one more time to speak to Legolas. After that, you will be kept in my wing of the kingdom, is that understood?”

You nodded even though your eyes were filled with tears. What did Thranduil want with you? As he had said before, you were just a mere Human. When you could finally speak without fearing your voice would crack, you asked if you could go see Legolas now. With a nod, Thranduil let you leave.

Your shoes echoed in the halls as you ran to find the prince, your hands continuously rising to wipe tears from your eyes so you could see. Legolas had his back towards you until he heard your foot falls, only seeing your face in a blur before you hugged him tightly against you.

One arm was wrapped around your waist, his other hand soothing you as he ran it through your hair. “What did my father say to you?”

Through sobs and sniffles, you told him everything: what he had said about Legolas seeming to like you more than a friend to the fact that you were to stay in the king’s wing and never see the prince again. You looked up to the face of the Elf that you were entangled with, noting how his jaw was clenched and his eyes burned. “Legolas,” you whispered, still looking up at him through swollen eyes.

“The king wasn't wrong about one thing, I do see you as more than just a friend. I have for a while now.” He looked down at you, the fire in his eyes changing from anger to love. Legolas whispered your name before his lips landed on yours lightly, his hold tightening around you as he claimed your mouth.

You kissed him as well, your eyes fluttering closed. And from this moment you knew that you both would do whatever it took to be together.
The battlefield was littered with the dead and dying as cries were heard from those hoping they could find their loved ones. There was nowhere to step that wasn't covered in blood, a body, or a weapon. The battle should never have happened, a gore-filled fight that really just showed how much the two separated races were alike as their blood ran together as the same color.

Elves had always been higher beings than Men, but it had never been taken this far before. After the darkness had been wiped from the land, it had been clear to the Elves that the darkness was still upon them all, just in a different form.

First it had been the Dwarves who had been enslaved and imprisoned, killed and tortured. They were the worst or so the Elves thought. No one fought for them as the race was extinct and everyone thought the trials were over.

Until the Elves turned their eyes on Men who were now the worst of all. They found humans as greedy as the Dwarves and even more distrustful. It never even occurred to them that Men were the ones that helped to fight off the armies of Mordor. The thought that Elf and Man were friends at one point was never remembered.

The battle was between those races, each side losing someone for lack of remembrance. At least, that was what the war would be chalked up to later. In reality it was that certain kingdoms felt that the line of Men had been too long and they there were too many.

You and Legolas didn't think as the rest, and there were a few others who ended up making a rebel group to help the humans. Both Elves and Halflings lending aid where they could; Legolas being the leader of it all.

The Prince of Mirkwood called out to you across the field, hoping to hear from you. His blue eyes scanned the area, looking at anyone who was moving because he knew you would not be dead… you could not be dead. A slender arm in the air caught his attention and he ran towards it, hoping it was you.

You gave a small smile as your love came into view, eyes filled with worry at your state. Your skin was pale, your eyes filled with pain. You hissed as Legolas tried to move you and your hand rose to your side to cover your wound. With your head in his lap, you saw the sadness that his face held. “Don’t be sad, my love, today helped the humans greatly.”

Legolas’ eyes were filled with tears, but he wouldn't let them fall. Your wound was fatal, and he knew that the only reason you were still holding on was for him. “This is too grievous a cost; you promised me you would be safe.”

Your hand, although smeared with blood, rose to his cheek and he couldn't help but lean into your touch. “This was the right thing, Legolas, they needed us. Please don’t cry, alright? We did something good and I can die happy knowing that I got to see you before I pass.” Your words were becoming softer, it was getting harder to breathe.

One last breath left your lips as your hand fell limp on your stomach, your eyes open. Legolas screamed into the air, showing more emotion than ever. He pulled your body closer to him as he wept, telling you to come back in your common tongue.

“Please, you can’t do this to me; you promised! You promised…” The tears fell and landed on your face, but they were shaken away as he tried one last time to wake you up. You were his One and if your passing wasn't painful enough, his heart would never fully heal. You were a part of him, and he was the same to you. It was as if he lost a limb; but the pain in his chest told him it was much worse.

Closing your eyes, he moved his hands under your arms and knees as he carried you bridal style through the bodies.
Before I Pass (Legolas x Reader)
An AU where years after the Lord of the Rings happened, the elves thought themselves a superior race and decided to eradicate everything
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Nice of you to stop by my page. Just an average girl with average hopes and dreams that I can hopefully reach through my writings and my art. I LOVE movies! All time favorite thing to do is talk about movies. I was told once that I should be a critic for them, but I'd be biased on certain stars or elements. This page is a hate free of anything and all things. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Also, I tend to get depressed some times and write it down in journals, it's just my way of ranting so please don't just say get over it or something. Anyway, I hope I get to hear from you whether by note or comment. Hawk Dwarf out!
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Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2015, 11:00 PM
I told everyone in my last journal that I had to sort things out with my categories and such before I could even begin to work on them. I now have everything under the right section and character... it's also color coded.

Obviously the Hobbit has to be at the beginning 

The Hobbit: 205

The Company: 40
Thorin: 60
Fili: 37
Kili: 49
Bard: 19

Avengers: 150

Loki: 69
Clint: 22
Bruce: 11
Thor: 12
Bucky: 21
Tony: 15

X-Men: 204

Charles: 71
Gambit: 7
Erik: 50
Logan: 37
Victor: 10
Pietro: 17
Wade: 3
Pyro: 3
Other: 6

Harry Potter: 51

Draco: 43
Oliver: 7
Fred & George: 1

The Walking Dead: 17

Daryl: 16
Shane: 1

Once Upon a Time: 27

Hook: 20
Rumpelstiltskin: 4
Jefferson: 2
Graham: 1

American Horror Story: 6

Tate: 5
Kyle: 1

Game of Thrones: 8

Robb: 2
Jon: 2
Margaery: 1
Jaime: 2
Joffrey: 1

The Hunger Games: 14

Finnick: 6
Gale: 3
Peeta: 3
Haymitch: 1
Other: 1

The Mortal Instruments: 14

Jace: 12
Luke: 1
Valentine: 1

Being Human (UK): 10

Mitchell: 10

Pirates of the Caribbean: 4

Jack Sparrow: 4

Doctor Who: 3

The Doctor:  1
Jack Harkness: 2

Dragon Age: 1

Lestat: 1

Hellboy: 1

Fast and Furious: 1

Phantom of the Opera: 1

Yes, I know that's WAY too many for one person but, heh, I've got time on my hands

  • Mood: Tired
  • Reading: Imagines
  • Watching: The Almighty Johnsons/ Hemlock Grove
  • Playing: Dragon Age Inquisition
  • Drinking: Water

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mugglewitch75 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Did you have a lot of time on your hands? You were able to upload so many fics at once. I wish I was able to write as fast as you.
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ChristaRennerston Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Professional Digital Artist
It was the ones I posted on Tumblr... most of them
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Hi
Love your fics
and the picture
IS PERFECTION
Sherlock Hair Ruffle -ZG
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ChristaRennerston Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you ^_^
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Loki lol smile 
Sherlock Hair Ruffle -ZG
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heartofthewarrior13 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey do you do a request? Could you do an easter the,Ed Loki x reader
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ChristaRennerston Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Sorry, I haven't been doing requests for a bit
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heartofthewarrior13 Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh I can do a story trade. I'll write you a story and we can trade if it's ok
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ChristaRennerston Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
I don't even know if I'll get time or not seeing as I'm about to start training and that's 8 hours a day then work is the same amount or more
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TaoAndThen Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday!
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