I Made This Callout Meme For Me And Me Specifically

I made this callout meme for me and me specifically

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Tolkien: "I think you misunderstand Faramir."

I think you misunderstand Faramir. He was daunted by his father: not only in the ordinary way of a family with a stern proud father of great force of character, but as a Númenórean before the chief of the one surviving Númenórean state. He was motherless and sisterless (Eowyn was also motherless), and had a 'bossy' brother. He had been accustomed to giving way and not giving his own opinions air, while retaining a power of command among men, such as a man may obtain who is evidently personally courageous and decisive, but also modest, fair-minded and scrupulously just, and very merciful.

I think he understood Eowyn very well. Also to be Prince of Ithilien, the greatest noble after Dol Amroth in the revived Númenórean state of Gondor, soon to be of imperial power and prestige, was not a 'market-garden job' as you term it. Until much had been done by the restored King, the P. of Ithilien would be the resident march-warden of Gondor, in its main eastward outpost - and also would have many duties in rehabilitating the lost the dreadful vale of Minas Ithil (Morgul).

I did not, naturally, go into territory, and clearing it of outlaws and orc-remnants, not to speak of details about the way in which Aragorn, as King of Gondor, would govern the realm. But it was made clear that there was much fighting, and in the earlier years of A.'s reign expeditions against enemies in the East. The chief commanders, under the King, would be Faramir and Imrahil; and one of these would normally remain a military commander at home in the King's absence.

A Númenórean King was monarch, with the power of unquestioned decision in debate; but he governed the realm with the frame of ancient law, of which he was administrator (and interpreter) but not the maker. In all debatable matters of importance domestic, or external, however, even Denethor had a Council, and a least listened to what the Lords of the Fiefs and the Captains of the Forces had to say. Aragorn re-established the Great Council of Gondor, and in that Faramir, who remained by inheritance the Steward (or representative of the King during his absence abroad, or sickness, or between his death and the accession of his heir) would [be] the chief counsellor.

from The Letters of JRR Tolkien, edited by Humphrey Carpenter, letter no. 244, a draft to a critical reader

such a cute idea <333

The Bedroom Theory

Kili Durin x reader - Fluff with a little angst

TW: a dirty comment

Summary: Kili is flirtatious, and sometimes he speaks without thinking.

a/n: loved writing this! <3 also send me an ask to be added to a taglist!

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The Summer Solstice, it was something almost every creature in Middle Earth celebrated. Except for dwarves, the only reason it is suspected is because this is the first celebration you had seen any of them participate in. Though they had finally taken Erebor back so you suppose everyone had something to celebrate.

What better way to rejoice than drinks, music, and dancing? Of course you were happy to have taken Erebor back, survived the journey there, and won against the orcs, as well as finally changing clothes. However you couldn’t fully enjoy yourself, the Princes and King of Erebor sat at a table conversing over what was most likely political matters. They hadn’t even taken more than a day to rest and enjoy their accomplishment. With the most out of character confidence you walked over to Kili’s seat and grabbed his hand. He turned to you to question your actions but you were dragging him away before anyone could begin to reason with you.

“You must enjoy yourself, sitting around talking business while others are celebrating cannot be good for one such as yourself. It seems as though you are beginning to melt. Oh dear I can already see the wrinkles forming.” He had a small smirk that seemed to light up his whole face, the tunic he wore only added to the brightness. It was rather odd to see him in a lighter shade of maroon as compared to the black and grey he adorned on your journey.

“What if we weren’t discussing business, Lady of the Shire?” What could he possibly be getting at?

“It does not matter what you were conversing about anymore.” You attempted to keep a serious face. “Dance with my Prince Durin, or I shall perish on the spot.” He opened his mouth and closed it, he looked like a fish out of water.

“I have to admit something Y/N.” His tone more serious than you would have liked. Oh heavens, was he going to admit he was going to find the elf, Tauriel you believed her name was. She looked at him with so much love, maybe he liked her soft hands as compared to your calloused ones. “ I do not know how to dance.”

You slightly smiled, maybe you liked that it had nothing to do with the elf. Maybe your heart picked up a beat at the thought of something blooming between the two of you. Though none of that mattered at the moment, you now needed to prepare for the pain that was about to ensue.

“Ah, something the great and wonderful Kili cannot do. Well, I shall teach you then. You will dance with your future wife, will you not?” The smirk was back.

“I should hope so, though no one can compare to your gracefulness.” He had you remembering the time you tripped over a tree branch on a hill and managed to take half the company down with you.

“Oh shut it. Now, hold my hand.” You slid your left hand into his right. “And this one,” you gently grabbed onto his left hand “goes here.” The tenderness in which he held his hand at your waist was surprising.

You could see in his face he was struggling to hold something back, yet his eyes stayed on yours.

“Now we are going to move from foot to foot in a sort of jumping manner. Watch that couple over there for a moment.” You turned to watch a young pair of children dance about.

“Got it?” He shook his head even though he had been watching you. And so the torture began. You let the first few minutes slide knowing that the dance would be hard for a dwarf to conquer. It was more suited for a person who was light on their feet. It soon became apparent that he had completely missed what he was supposed to be doing. There were a couple close calls involving you almost having a broken toe or two.

“Kili, you didn’t watch, you have almost broken my feet multiple times!” You squealed as you narrowly escaped his heavy boots, yet again.

“Maybe I prefer a different kind of dancing…” You understood what he was hinting at, it was toeing the line between funny and flirty vs inappropriate. “one that includes privacy, and a bedroom. Though the bed isn’t required, if you are into that sort of thing.” Your brain began to buzz and your face was heating up like a furnace.

“Kili Durin, I will smack the shit out of you.” A few nearby stopped to look at you both.

“Oh so I take it, the bed is optional with you.” He chuckled, a mistake. He misread you and now he would regret it. A moment after his comment he watched something flicker in your eyes, and then he felt the burning sting your hand left behind on his cheek.

“Do not talk of such things to me Prince, that is no way to talk to a lady. We may be close, but that sort of conversation is not to be had between friends, and especially not in public.” Taking a step back you inhaled deeply trying to remain confident as you felt the weight of many stares.“Now if you will excuse me, I need to be anywhere but here.” With that you made your way past the royal table, avoiding eye contact, and into the small woods nearby.

Such a thing would attract attention if it was a regular person on the receiving end, however it was a royal. Not just any royal, a true Prince. Everyone had halted, even the music stopped. This had Thorin and Fili searching for the distruption. Upon seeing the utter shock on Kili’s face and the anger that trailed after you as you sped past them, Fili had ordered the musicians to carry on with the music as Thorin encouraged everyone else to return to the festivities. Everyone was hesitant at first but soon it was as if nothing had happened. Though for years to come ‘the time a commoner hit a prince’ would be told as bedtime stories.

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You found yourself sitting near the water, dipping your feet in as the tide fell in and out. The beach portion was mostly rocks and a couple shells here and there, walking along it barefoot reminded you of your trek to Erebor.

The crunching of twigs snapped you out of your thoughts. You could feel his presence and were deciding that he didn’t deserve your attention you continued turning over the rock in your hands.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft, a tinge of hurt in it. Why was he hurt? The way he was talking… what he said was hardly appropriate considering the setting, alongside the fact that you are not courting one another. Maybe a smack to the face took it a step too far. But were you really wrong? No. And maybe there was a part of you that was just hurt that he would make a joke out of such a thing.

You had been with the company long enough to learn dwarves' traditions. You learned how important courting was and the steps to finalize the relationship. It was given that the men would have their conversations about such things together and the women would have theirs. However it would be separate. As you grew closer to the group and had been less of an outsider, you were given the privilege of being one of them. They did not hold back the gross details of their stories or thoughts. Now it worried you. What if Kili only say you as part of the group, a close friend, not a woman who could be courted.

“I am sorry.” He stood at the edge of the woods waiting for you to respond, to let him know it was okay to talk. A simple hmph pushed him closer. “I realize I should have made that kind of comment in a private setting… well it should not have been said at all. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I am just used to talking about whatever with you.” Slowly, he sat down next to you.

“You can.” It came out barely a whisper. “Of course you can Kili, I am your friend. But such a statement is improper to say in public, especially to someone you are not with. I am your friend, but that is all.” You chest felt like someone had scraped out everything and under your eyes were heavy. Begging your body to hold back tears until you were alone, you sucked in a big breath. He looked at your face, inspecting it as if he had not just spent over half a year with you.

“And if I wanted to be more than your friend? Someone who could make a remark like that without being slapped?” His smirk was visible in your peripheral vision.

“I suppose that is a possibility.” Gently he grabbed your chin, turning your face towards him.

“How does one go about courting? I don’t know how it is initiated.”

“Well for that you would need a bead, such as this one.” He pulled out a medium sized bead, something noticeable but not giant, with a ring of white quartz encased with silver designs of leaves. “And then they would ask if you could court them. And the rest is up to their answer.” His smirk never faltered, not even with your shocked awkward noise.

“Are you being serious?” Your hands were now shaking as your reached out to cup the outside of his hands.

“Amralime, would you allow me the greatest honor of courting you?” He leaned in the slowly, he placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lips softly.

“Kili, you have a line of women of all species dying to be seen by you. Why me?” The love you had been yearning for was finally presented to you, yet you couldn’t fathom why he, a true prince, would want to be with you. By no means were you insecure about yourself, you knew you stunning and you had many bewitching attributes. But when a prince, the Prince of Erebor, was asking to be with you, no, court you what were you supposed to do. There were so many other women who would be better suited for the royal life

“You have no idea how much you mean to me. There is something about you, something so vibrant and beautiful. I don’t know if there is such thing as a One, but if they are real. You are my One, and I believe I have always known that.” He leaned his forehead against yours. Both your bodies seemed to drift closer to each other, they always had. Maybe you knew he had been meant for you as long as he had known you were meant for him. Your lips ghosted over his, you could hear his breath hitch.

“I would love to be courted by you, my prince. Though I believe your bedroom theory needs some experimenting, don’t you think?” You mumbled before attaching your lips to his.

reblogging this for all my new followers to see if they’d like to send in requests <3

"pick a prompt, round two!"

author's note: alright, let's bring it on. I've enjoyed writing all the requests I've gotten from the last post, which made me motivated enough to write up some new prompts! this means that anything from my last prompt post will no longer be valid, but hopefully you guys enjoy these even better :) and for those still waiting on their previous prompt requests, don't fret! I'm still working on all of yours :)

dialogue prompts:

"I've been wanting to kiss you for quite a while."

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"We cannot be friends anymore... I will always see you as something more, something else."

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

"Please stop talking so I can kiss you."

"You're all I can ever think about."

situation prompts:

Despite how injured you are, you still can't seem to let yourself rest.

You're on the run from a pack of orcs.

You're both hiding from something or someone.

You're an assassin sent to kill them.

You and them have gotten a little too drunk, and have begun to share secrets.

You've had a bad day, and need to rest.