‘eeeey, that fic for @determamfidd is, uh, done. I know it’s been FOREVER since I first said I’d work on it, but uh, it happened. The ending could be better, but you know, whatever tbh. It took me a year to get that ending, I’m okay with it. My crops are watered, even if it won’t be a bountiful harvest or whatever.
Here, ya animals. That AU where Wee Thorin dies during the siege of Erebor.
“Bet I taste horrible,” Wee Thorin clutched his axe in shaking hands. The Orc before him was terrifying, but he would stay strong, and be brave. Like his adad and amad. Like Uncle Balin. “Bet I make you choke.”
“Well, we won’t know until we try!” The Orc sneered, and moved quickly towards him. As it lunged, Wee Thorin swung out his axe as he let out a terrified shriek.
He remembered nothing else.
=0=0=0=
It was very bright, where he found himself, and he didn’t hurt, but he was cold. He felt naked as a newborn bairn, and his nose scrunched a bit at that. He hated being naked, but mostly he hated being cold, and here he was both. He wrapped his arms around himself.
“Welcome, my inùdoy.” Thorin jumped and looked around, though he couldn’t see now.
“Who’s there?” He asked.
“I am Mahal.” The voice said, and the dwarfling froze.
ajsdhgfkagfkaghfkagh OH MY GOSH PATRICK, this made me whimper and giggle like a toddler, I am totally charmed and ALSO ARRRRGH WEE THORIN NO
(lmao at Hrera and THE DOOFUS. you star you!)
thank you, thank you SO much!
Aw Yiss 