(2/2) This interpretation of Durin’s memories appeals to me because I like to picture him in a circle of dwarflings, all demanding to know if he remembers any swear words. Little five year old equivalent Durin looks around solemnly. ‘You want me to use my gift of immortality, one of the most sacred stories of our people, to teach you to swear?’ They nod. That is exactly what they want. Durin leans in. ‘Fuck,’ he whispers. Someone clears their throat behind him. He turns. It’s Bomfris.
THAT IS THE BEST MENTAL IMAGE OMG – oh you are in for it now boyo…!!!
I’ve speculated a little about how Durin’s reincarnations might work in this post here, Nonnie!
I think when they first meet, Gimli startles Legolas pretty badly, causing him to freak out and accidentally knock him in the head with one of his hoofs. Gimli is knocked out by this which gives Legolas a moment to both compose himself and try to make out what exactly Gimli is. He’s never seen a satyr before so he figures Gimli must be a strange looking deer that has been maimed.
Laindawar walked in silence. His long, blonde hair swaying with every movement. His pale, blue eyes scanning the horizon for any change or danger.
Yet, he felt conflicted. A week had passed since the night she had kissed him. What bothered him was she acted like nothing had happened. She embodied silence when it came to it. The one moment they had, had alone she did not speak. Instead she had smiled at him and remained silent.
Was she rejecting him? Was he reading too much into this? He was confused and he needed to figure this out.
His icy, blue gaze moved from the horizon to the tall, Hisildic elf. She was walking beside the cart. Her long, dark auburn hair barely moving as she walked. It had been so thick against his thigh. When it grazed his hand it had been so soft…
He looked at Mui, studying her with an appraising eye. She had such a warm-color to her. He could almost feel the radiance coming off of her. She was vibrant and full of laughter. Quick were her smiles and she loved fiercely. That much was evident with how she protected and tended to Meluiwen.
But why was she avoiding him?! A growl escaping him as he tore his gaze away from her. His eyes hard as his thoughts turned from how she was so alive to how she was avoiding him.
“Youve’ been glaring at her again.” Jeri pointed out as they looked up at Laindawar.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.“ Laindawar growled out. His gaze never wavering from the horizon.
“Yes you do.” Jeri retorted. Their own gaze going over to the elf-woman.
She was looking at Laindawar. Her smile soft and almost nervous as her silver eyes studied his profile. Yet, when she noticed Jeri watching her she smiled at him before looking away.
A exasperated sigh escaped Jeri. They were so avoiding each other. What had happened between them? That was something Jeri would like to know. They had come back disheveled and that had lead to much teasing from theirself.
Then Laindawar walked off towards the horizon and Jeri sighed. Really? Was now the time to just walk off?
“What are you doing?” Jeri called out, their voice clearly showing their exasperation.
“Scouting.”
“The markets in the court are amazing.” Kara explained. Her dark eyes gleaming as she looked up at the tall elf-maid. Her hands moving about her passionately as she talked. “And the crystalline lights are absolutely beautiful.”
Muil listened to the dwarrowdam politely. Appreciating her zeal on the matter of her home. Kara was so animated when she spoke of her home that it struck a long-buried chord with her. However, when Kara started to trail off about something Muil found herself watching Laindawar. Her eyes widening as he left the group to go, she assumed, scout ahead. Worry filling her stomach when she looked back down at Kara.
The young dwarrowdam had her eyebrow raised and she was giving Muil a look that made Muil feel rather uneasy. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this young dwarrowdam could see right through her.
It was a very unnerving feeling.
Gulping Muil continued to look down at Kara. Her eyebrows knitting together. “What is wrong Kara?” Muil asked nervously.
Kara just shook her head. Her black hair swaying around her face as she did so. It wasn’t a hard shake. Just a shake like she was clearing her head. Then she looked up at Muil again. Curiosity clearly written in her dark eyes.
“What about your home?” Kara finally asked.
“What is there to say about it?” Muil asked in a gentle yet firm tone. “I have not been there in a very long time.”
Seeing the questioning look in Kara’s eyes she looked away. But then she looked down at her hands. Her eyes tracing the intricate tattoos there.
“It became a place where I no longer felt at home at. I had changed to much and the Tinnutaur had changed as well. We are on divergent paths.”
“How so?” Kara asked. Rather curious as how Muil was able to just leave her home and never look back. That was something she could personally never do.
Smiling nervously she continued to avert her eyes. “Our stances on orcs are quite different. Mine differs greatly from the populace and in the end….it was…”
Muil stopped and continued to look at Kara. Her eyes softening as she bit her full, bottom lip. Then she sighed and looked to Meluiwen’s sleeping form.
Muil finally spoke. Her gaze going back to Kara. “I want to make a world where Meluiwen will not be considered evil because of her race.” Then Muil looked down at her tattoo-covered hands and grimaced. “Because, unlike your kind….elves are corruptible. And in our corruption we became something else, something…that did not belong.”
Then Muil looked down at Kara and smiled brightly. “ Yet, I have much hope for this world. I know that things have been filled with darkness. I have watched the darkness grow…and done all I could to stop it.”
“How old are you?” Kara blurted out.
Laughter escaped Muil at this. Her grey eyes once again growing in happiness. “I don’t know!”
“But, but…”
“Oh little laintari I am an elf keeping track of years is pointless.” Muil said with a rather unladylike shrug.
Kara narrowed her eyes for a second but then shrugged on her own. At least she got a straight answer from Muil.
As they continued to walk a soft silence carried on between them. It was not uncomfortable but instead it was rather comforting and friendly between Kara and Muil. The other members of the companionship were off doing their things. Jeri was still on point for most of the journey, Laindawar was off scouting ahead, and Meluiwen was sleeping.
Then shadows appeared on the horizon. First it was a small speck but as they moved towards it it grew bigger and bigger. Soon the shapes could be made out. One was a person and the other was large, wooly creature with two horns.
Moving quickly, before Kara or Jeri could react, Muil was waving at the silhouettes. A bright, winsome smile on her face.
“Galu Rhovan!” she called as she waved frantically.
“Gi suilon bain!” came an androgynous voice from over the steppe. The person on the horizon arm waving just as wildly in greeting.
Kara looked to Jeri and Jeri looked at Kara confusion clearly written on their faces. Who was this person? Why were they so happy to see each other? Why hadn’t Laindawar seen this person? All of these questions were unanswered.
As Muil brought the cart to a stop she started to laugh. Rhovan was running at her full speed. Their long, braided hair thumping against their back. Once they reached Muil they flung themselves at her. Pulling the taller Muil into a tight hug.
“Gi suilon Muil!” They purred into her ear. A bright giggle escaping the elf that was currently clamped onto Muil. Then she pulled back and grinned at her.
“How have you been gorgeous? Who are these people? Who was that short, surly fellow I snuck around?” Rhovan asked in quick succession.
“ I am fine Rhovan.” Muil answered with a bright smile of her own. “These are my current traveling companions Jeri, and Kara. The short fellow?….That was probably Laindawar.”
“Definitely Laindawar.” Muil suddenly added as she saw the short elf appear on the horizon.
“If possible his face has turned even sourer?” Rhovan purred. Gently running their hand down Muil’s spine. “Is it odd I find it cute?”
“Not at all.” Muil whispered. Leaning in closer to Rhovan with a chuckle. “Drin no ex.”
“Yuvo?” Rhovan asked. Slipping into the predominate language of the steppe known only as Dransta.
“ú-Ete ebbrax.” Muil sighed brushing back some of her hair as she watched
“Jenvaxtig?”
“Fide!” Muil burst out her cheeks flaming as she looked away from the Rhovan. Jeri and Kara just stared at them. They didn’t quite follow what the two elves were saying.
Making his way back to the group Laindawar stopped cold in his tracks. Who was this person Muil was talking too? What the blazes was going on?
Saying nothing he made his way back to the group and stood near Jeri. Giving Jeri a look that clearly read. ‘You will fill me in on this later’.
Sindarin
Galu – blessings
Gi Suilon Bain – Greetings beautiful
Gi Suilon Muil – Greetings Muil.
Dransta (Produced by Vulgar…go check it out!)
Drin no ex – (literally) He to me; (Derived) I agree.
Yuvo – (literally) Family.
u-Ete ebbrax – No; Up breath ; (Derived) No, but I wish.
Jenvaxtig – (literally) Heat
Fide – (Literally) Behave
Dedicated to @determamfidd. If any characterization is wrong please let me know! Goodness knows I STRUGGLED with this piece. So this, as is all my writing, in constant editing.
Flailing joyously over my lil bean Kara bein a curious cute patoot!!!!
[The Elf walked towards the baths with a dreamy look on his face, his clothes falling like leaves. As the last piece fell, Gimli blinked, and then he made a strangled noise and turned his back. “Legolas!” he gasped.
Thorin clapped his hands over Frerin’s eyes.
“Did you see anything?” whispered Frerin.
“I have my eyes shut,” Thorin muttered.
“I’ve had my eyes shut since they walked in here,” Ori confessed from behind them.
“I haven’t,” said Bifur, with relish.]
Aragorn in the films: reluctant hero who is weary of accepting the crown of his ancestors
Aragorn in the books: literally uses the palantír to give sauron the figurative middle finger because fuck you im the heir of isildur bitch remember this sword I FIXED IT
Aw Yiss 