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Blurb about Bilbo Baggins and his giant otter daemon, Nuala:

Most Hobbits had small daemons. Birds, cats, dogs. Daemons that an Outsider could very easily understand a Hobbit having. But Bilbo Baggins of Bag End was most certainly not most Hobbits. From a young age his Nuala had preferred taking forms that were considered large by Hobbit standards. For nearly a month she had remained in the form of a massive hound dog that had made little Bilbo look even littler. Folks said the daemon would eventually grow out of such habits, that she'd settle as something a good, respectable Hobbit would have.

Only that wasn't quite the case.

When she did settle, her form was large and when she stood on her hind legs she towered over Bilbo by nearly a foot-and-a-half. His mother had merely smiled and said there was a reason Yavaana had gifted him with such a daemon, even if the reason wasn't yet clear to him.

The night the Dwarves had come spilling into his house Nuala had hidden in his room, avoiding the strangers as she was want to do, given that most tendered to openly stare at her. Even when the journey began, when Bilbo joined the quest, Nuala moved with the group but at a distance, under the bushes and out of sight. At least until the night with the trolls. When the trolls had grabbed Bilbo, the Dwarves dropping their weapons to save their burglar, Nuala had launched herself from the bushes, attacking one troll, screeching like a banshee.

After the ordeal was over, the trolls turned to stone, Bilbo had sat for a while, fussing over Nuala who, after attacking the trolls, had been grabbed and thrown against the Dwarves. There were still slivers of pain wracking their bodies and Bilbo was doing his best to push them away with gentle touches and soft words.

He did not notice the looks the Dwarves continued to shoot his way, all curious about his daemon, though none yet had the courage to ask.

Nuala is an Gaelic name meaning "white shoulder"

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Blurb about Gandalf and his barred owl daemon, Archimedes:

"Stupid rain! Stupid complaining Dwarves! And stupid wizards who think they know what the hell they're doing!"

Gandalf tried to ignore his daemon's mutterings but after hours of listening to nothing but Archimedes' grouching the wizard had finally had enough. "Yes," he snapped suddenly, turning his head enough to glare at his daemon, who was perched on his shoulder, soaked from the rain. "And stupid little owls who don't know when to shut their beaks!"

Archimedes jerked at that, gaze narrowing as he tried to fluff himself up, failing due to his feathers being drenched. "You...You..." The little daemon shook his head, looking away, back towards Bilbo, who was looking at the bushes to his left, smiling slightly. "I think your Hobbit is cracked."

Gandalf glanced back, smiling knowingly. "At least someone enjoys the rain."

Before Archimedes could respond to that one of the Dwarves began complaining about the rain again. "Stupid Dwarf," the little owl daemon muttered, trying in vain to shake some of the rain from his feather.

Archimedes is a Greek name meaning "pondering"

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Blurb about Thorin Oakenshield and his Northern Goshawk daemon, Tuwa:

As a young Dwarf Thorin would watch as Tuwa took form after form, trying every one she could, searching for the one that felt right. The one that she knew would be her. It was not until about the battle at Moria, when he lost both his grandfather and father, that Tuwa finally settled. It took him several days to notice and when he did it was with quite a bit of shock.

"You favour that form," he said as he looked at her, watching her perch upon the foot of the bed.

"I..." She looked away sharply and before she could find some logical reason, a reason other than the truth, he felt it through their bond. His eyes widened and he stared at her.


"I didn't mean to!" Her shriek was loud and her feathers ruffled almost immediately. "I...I was so easy...on the battlefield and...and then I couldn' needed me like this and I...I..."

She fell silent when his fingers gently stroked over her back, the touch soothing, even though she felt how unsettled he was by this, her final and truest form. Both knew it was very common for daemons of Elves and Men to take the form of birds but for a Dwarf, a child of mountain stone, it was hardly heard of. Even less heard of in the Durin Line. But, despite his slight disappointed that Tuwa had not settled as a more earth bound creature, Thorin was not truly bothered by her form.

A goshawk, a hunter, was a noble form for a prince's daemon. And she had proven herself strong in this permanent form. Especially in the battle against the Defiler.

A smile, small but warm, graced his face as Tuwa looked at him. "You are my heart and soul," he said softly, still stroking her feathers. "You are perfect."

Tuwa is a Native American Hopi name meaning "earth".

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Loki and Clint pictures from Google
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The Avengers (c) Marvel
Beside You lyrics (c) Marianas Trench
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Blurb about Sherlock Holmes and his steppe polecat daemon, Kazimierz:

"Did you truly think John was Moriarty?"

Sherlock went completely still, the bow posed over the strings of the violin, and he looked at his daemon, whom was currently perched on the mantle, next to the skull. "Kaz..."

"Don't try and avoid the question," Kazimierz said firmly, standing up on his hind legs to glare at Sherlock. "Did you truly think John was Moriarty?"

"You know I did."

Kazimierz made a soft clicking sound. "And if he had been?" The polecat fixed Sherlock with a stony glare. "What would we have done, Sherlock?"

Sherlock swallowed visibly and looked towards the stairs leading to John's room, where he knew John and Adine were only sleeping because Sherlock had drugged John's tea after they'd returned from that damnable swimming pool. When he finally looked at his daemon again, Sherlock's eyes were cold but firm.

"You know what we would have done, Kazimierz."

Kazimierz gave a slight nod before he climbed down from the mantle and disappeared from the room. Sherlock felt the slightest strain on their bond as his daemon slipped into John's room but ignored it as he returned to playing the violin. As the music filled the sitting room he thought about his daemon's question, all while knowing the answer he hadn't been able to voice aloud.

If John had turned out to be Moriarty then Sherlock would have done anything and everything to protect him. John and Adine meant too much to him and Kazimierz to do anything else.

Kazimierz is a Polish name meaning "commands peace"

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Blurb about Clint Barton and his fisher cat daemon, Rael:
Rael is an African name meaning "innocent"

It surprised everyone, except for Natasha, when, after the Battle of New York, they rallied at the
Stark Tower, his daemon was not some kind of bird. They'd assumed, given his codename, that it was partially due to his daemon being a hawk or an eagle. Rael had scoffed at them all and rolled his golden eyes. "Idiots," his daemon had hissed in his ear before tucking himself around Clint's neck like a living scarf.

Later, when they'd watched Thor take Loki back to Asgard, Rael had, much to everyone's surprise, leapt down from Clint's shoulder and darted over to stand on his hind legs a few feet from Loki, those sharp eyes blazing as the daemon spoke, for the first time, to a member of their group who wasn't Clint.

"You get the bag of crazy cats out of your brain and we might consider the thing."

He'd zipped back to Clint then, curling around the archer's leg, watching silently as Thor and Loki transported back to their world using the Tesseract. When he and Natasha began the trip back to the Helicarrier she asked what Rael had meant but Clint had simply smiled, scratching behind Rael's ears and earning a soft nip to his fingers for his trouble.

"That's between us and him, Nat."

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Blurb about Nick Fury and his Bobcat daemon, Aletta:
Aletta is a Danish name meaning "truth"

Aletta growled as she limped along beside him, her gaze narrowed in on Pierce, pretending to be calmer than she actually was. But when he threatened Natasha and Feroze she lost what little composure she'd been holding onto. Snarling, she leapt at Zahra, but stilled again when Pierce aimed the gun at Nick.

Thankfully Natasha was still quick-witted, using one of her own Stingers to disable the pin long enough for Nick to shoot the miserable snake. Aletta watched in satisfaction as Zahra burst into golden Dust. After they managed to escape the Triskelion and were back in hiding she curled up across his legs and looked up at his face, at the stone mask he wore.

"We did the right thing," she said as his hand ran lightly over her fur. "Exposing all those secrets, killing Alexander, giving SHIELD to Phillip. It was the right thing, Nicholas."

He nodded but she knew he was still bothered by Pierce's betrayal. Bothered that he hadn't seen such a large scale threat until it was too late. "We'll do better next time," she said as she stretched up her paw, batting at his chin. "We always do."

He laughed lightly and finally nodded, reaching up to scratch behind her ears which made her purr loudly.

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Blurb about Fili and his jackal daemon, Hene:

"You're both stupid," Hene hissed as they crouched, watching Bilbo slip unnoticed by the trolls. She nipped as his hand suddenly and he cringed, jerking away slightly all while looking down at her. Her eyes screamed her displeasure at his and Kili's willingness to put the Hobbit in danger. "When Thorin finds out he'll be enraged."

"He won't find out," Fili whispered back, glancing over at Kili, who was still watching Bilbo, waiting for a sign of trouble. "Our burglar will be..."

Before he could finish speaking he heard Bilbo shout and saw Kili and Frayda race in to try and rescue the Hobbit from the trolls. Oops. Definitely not good. Hene snarled at his side as they too leapt into the mix, shouting loud enough that the others would hear and come to aid them, the whole while Fili couldn't help but think that Hene was right. This had been a rather stupid idea.

Hene is a Yiddish name meaning "favour"

Blurb about Kili and his red fox daemon, Frayda:

Kili sat, nursing the bumps and bruises he'd acquired in trying to fight off three mountain trolls, glancing every now and the at Bilbo, who was across the camp, tending to his own minor injuries. He hadn't thought anything bad would happen when getting the burglar to try and steal back the ponies. He'd actually been rather confident in the Hobbit's ability to sneak by the trolls unseen. And it had been working, rather well in fact. At least until that one halfwit troll had grabbed the poor Hobbit.

He winced when Frayda unexpectedly nipped his fingers. "What was that for?" He shook his hand, glancing at his fingers.

"For nearly getting us all eaten!" She huffed, tail puffing up to twice its normal size. "You're just lucky Bilbo can think on his feet and that Gandalf showed up when he did. Lucky Thorin didn't knock you and Fili both over the heads!"

Kili gave her a sheepish look. "I didn't mean any harm. It was just...the Hobbit is so much smaller and I thought..."

Frayda rolled her eyes suddenly. "I know what you thought, Kili, and it wasn't much. Next time think a little more, hmm?"

He smiled and gave her a small nod.

Frayda is a Yiddish name meaning "joy"

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Blurb about John Watson and his tundra wolf daemon, Adine:

"Adine?" John looked around, searching for his daemon. "Adine? Where the heck are you?"

He searched the kitchen, the sitting room, upstairs and even the hallway but found no sign of his wayward daemon. He was standing in the sitting room when he realized where she was. He walked to Sherlock's room and, sure enough, found Adine curled up on Sherlock's bed, looking for all the world like a dog waiting for her master. "Adine..." his throat closed up as he lingered in the doorway. Six months and it still hurt like hell to be in this room.

"I miss them," Adine whined, pushing her nose under Sherlock's pillow even though the man's scent had long ago faded.

"Adine..." John quickly walked over, curling up next to his daemon, arms wrapping around her even as he buried his face in her fur. "I miss them too."

Adine whined again before unexpectedly lifting her head enough to howl mournfully. John pressed closer to her, hiding his tears of pain and grief in her fur. The loss of Sherlock and Kazimierz was worse than the gunshot wound. It was like someone had ripped some vital organ out.

John dug his fingers into Adine's fur and sobbed against her neck. Today was clearly going to be one of their bad days.

Adine is a Scandinavian name meaning "slender"

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Blurb about Balin and his canary daemon, Daibhi:

He stood and watched as she fluttered over head, her delicate wings carrying her higher and higher, until their bond allowed her to go no further. A smile spread across his face as he watched her, his heart and soul, fly freely above him, singing her little song. There had been a time, oh so long ago, when he'd thought it a cruel twist of fate that he, a proud Dwarf, should have his daemon settle as a bird. But now he knew how kind fate had been. If Daibhi had not been a canary she never would have been able to fly high enough to see the danger coming the day Smaug took the Lonely Mountain. She wouldn't have been able to warn Thorin.

Balin's smile widened as he watched Daibhi come down from her dizzying heights, only to fly ahead of them, twittering softly as she swirled around Thorin, who watched her with a rare, amused smile. She continued this for a moment before returning to Balin, perching upon his shoulder and rubbing her tiny head against his cheek, singing softly.

Yes, fate had been kind in gifting Daibhi's final form, even if it was not always apparent why.

Daibhi is an Irish name meaning "beloved"

Blurb about Dwalin and his bobcat daemon, Mysie:

Her eyes glittered in the firelight and Dwalin barely looked up when she slowly began to move, only feeling her curiosity as she attempted to slink, unnoticed, around the fire to where Ori and his daemon, Pesha, were sitting. Even without looking up he knew that's what she was doing. Moving towards the young Dwarf and daemon. Reaching out, without taking his eyes from his bowl of stew, his fingers tangled in the fur at the nape of her neck, silently pulling her back.

When she looked at him, glared really, he shook his head, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You'll only frighten them again, My."

Her tail, stumpy as it was, flicked in annoyance, her gaze easily sliding to Ori and Pesha. She looked slowly back at him and her feline eyes spoke of her displeasure at being denied something she, something they, wanted. But when he released his hold she did not try again, merely curled around his feet and tried to content herself with watching the young Dwarf and his daemon.

Mysie is a Scottish name meaning "pearl"

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