Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues“Honesty. Psssh. Don’t make me laugh. ‘Cause in the end it won’t matter what you say. I will only see you as a liar. I will only remember your snide greasy grin. How that silver tongue spewed pride instead of truth.” Nikki glares out into the cellophane blackness. She feels the icy winds of October gush through her nostrils. The night reeks of cedar and damp earth and rotten beer cans no one bothered to throw away. She used to crave midnight, used to yearn for it’s vast expansion of possibilities. A galaxy of fireflies he had once said. Now its just some cosmic joke. Light glistening in the distance, beacons of hope beckoning to be yours. But never tangible, never within reach.Naive Hearts and Silver Tongues11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John’s voice begins to spool too smooth from his throat, an exaggerated silk that begins to cradle and engulfs her senses. She quivers as his velvet breathe bubbles down her
Fireborn (Hobbit) - Ch. 1PART IFireborn (Hobbit) - Ch. 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
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Chapter 1: Prologue
For the first time in his young life the sensation of arched wood, beautifully carved and oiled, only felt wrong. His fingers found the thin, tense string, nocking an arrow in place, but he could not make himself draw it. He'd been given his target, and it wasn't a particularly challenging one. But as unwilling as his muscles were to lift the bow and give in to the order he'd been posed with, it could very well have been a living target. It could as well have been a dwarf standing there, someone of his own kin, chained to the wall only a few yards away instead of that circular wooded board with its painted circles. Should Kíli release an arrow and show his onlookers the skill he possessed, the consequences would be the same.
He would never kill for these people, nor show them how to do what they intended to do. He was a Durin, a proud heir of an honorable na
Never Been So WrongNever Been So Wrong3 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: I recently started reading all of these really awesome Thilbo Bagginshield fics, and I have to say, the couple kind of freaked me out at first. I just couldn't imagine them being together, but after reading twenty-something stories about them and seeing the movie seven times (yes, I have actually seen it seven times) I ship them hard. So I decided to write a fic about them, since I love yaoi and have written several yaoi stories before.
And I know Bilbo is supposed to be 50 in the book/movie universe, but that's a bit weird for me, since Hobbit's live as long as humans do. So just pretend he's twenty or something.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hobbit or any of J.R.R Tolkien's stuff.
At first, all he thought of was the Shire. Of his soft, feather-down bed; his warm hearth, stocked pantry and never-ending supply of South Farthing pipe weed. All the pleasures of home were sorely missed, constantly calling for him to turn back and abandon his quest and h
A Thunder Battle of Long Ago "Uncle! Uncle Thorin!!!" shouted Fili as the rain pelted down hard on the little window. Lightning flashed, making it look bright as day. It was echoed by the eerie sounding thunder booms.A Thunder Battle of Long Ago2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Thorin!!! Please come here!! Quickly!" Fili shouted, sounding more and more frightened by the second. Thorin, in response, jumped out of bed not even half asleep. He gave a huge sigh followed by the ghost of a half amused smile. Grabbing the candle by the side of his bed, he made his way down the dark, cold stone hallways and into the boys' bedroom. As he entered he saw Fili sitting up on the bed with a thoroughly distressed face. Beside him was a little lump in the blankets.
Thorin immediately knew what was wrong. He made his way to the right side of the bed and set the candle down on the stone stand that stood by.
"Uncle Thorin, I'm not scared...but heee is!" Fili explained, pointing at the lump beside him.
Thorin smiled as he sat down at the edge of the bed. He slow
To Bring Them Back - prologueIn a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty hole infested with worms and other insects of the like, this was a hobbit hole and that meant comfort.To Bring Them Back - prologue3 years ago in Drama More Like This
In a hole, in the ground, there lived a hobbit.
In a hole, in the ground…
In a hole…
In a hole…
Bilbo gasped, sitting up abruptly. He looked around the room in which he laid and, to his dismay, came to the conclusion that the stone walls and bared windows were not that of his home. He sighed deeply, burying his face into his hands, wondering if he had managed to fall asleep or if he had just been so engulfed in his own thoughts that he had believed them real for a split moment. Yet, Bilbo soon concluded that it didn't matter because he was not in his home.
He was in a stone room, in a castle where he would live for the rest of eternity. And it wasn't a beautiful, rich castle filled with life and merriness – no, it was a rundown castle with bared windows, cold
Lucky CharmOn the day of his first birthday Kili is woken from his afternoon nap by his brother. He doesn't understand what a birthday is, not yet, but he's old enough to understand that everyone is happy and the golden haired boy bouncing in and grinning at him is enough to make him laugh. Fili stops at his cradle and beams at him.Lucky Charm3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Happy Birthday, little brother."
Kili smiles back and reaches out to grab a strand of blonde hair, but is soon distracted by one of the big ones entering. It's the dark one that intimidates him a bit, but today the creases in his forehead are not as prominent and there's a smile on his face, too. Kili is lifted out of his cradle and for a moment the big one just holds him, adjusts his hold on Kili, who grabs one of the braids coming down in front of his ears and immediately puts it in his mouth. It earns him a soft chuckle and a big hand cautiously pries the braid from him.
"You don't want to suck on that," the dark one says, voice rumbling from his chest, but he doe
At Autumn's EndAt Autumn's End2 years ago in Romance More Like This
At Autumn's End
It was nearing the end of autumn and the world was a mixture of yellow, orange, brown, and a million different shades of green. It was a time of beauty and unimaginable change for the forces of nature, and yet Kelda was always sad to see the transition. She had always taken great pleasure in the warmer months, for life was plentiful and the world seemed brighter. But at the cusp between summer and winter, Kelda found her spirits low, knowing that all the lovely colors would soon be gone. Leaving only gray and white until spring of the next year. But for the first time since she could remember, Kelda didn't feel sorrowful about the change. This year something was different. . .
The beautiful woman was currently in her garden, watering her herbs and flowers with care, as she sang them a little jaunty that had been stuck in her head all day. Kelda knew that the song had come to her because of what she had p
FIC: The ScarfFIC: The Scarf4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TITLE: The Scarf
Merry sighed and set his head in his hands. The sun was barely peeking over the rolling hills far in the east, the morning grey and fresh. He sat out front of Great Smials, a ways off, as his mother had instructed. Why couldn't the baby hurry up and be born already? He was getting impatient!
Shaking his head, he pressed his fingertips to his lower lip. That wasn't fair of him. This was an important event for his relatives. Uncle Paladin and Aunt Eglantine had born only girls, and they desperately needed a male heir to carry on the line of Thain. Aunt Eglantine was getting too old to bear much longer; this would be their last attempt.
Aunt Eglantine had carried the child for several long months; Merry's young mind couldn't recall a time when her tummy hadn't been swollen. But still, his mother had seemed terribly frightened late last night when they had gotten word of his aunt's contractions. She had kept mu
MasksI wear a bright face although I'm saddened to the bone,Masks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wear an opaque mask of serenity - to you unbeknown.
I want to follow what I was told is my bequest
even though unfulfilled desires are held in my chest;
and I crave for so much despite having so little gleam,
for I know that this world is but an elaborate dream.
I follow the crowd; I walk with its flow-
until one day when I let myself go.
An unexpected and awkward adventure (prologue)An unexpected and awkward adventure (prologue)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bilba Baggins was just a simple hobbit. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened anymore. She lived all alone in her kindly little hobbit hole in peace. She had grown up in her home and planned to die there as well. She had in fact missed her home, Bag End, when she had married many years previously. Her husband was quiet the dull, well respected hobbit. Bilba on the other hand had quiet the adventurous side to her. A side that made her dear mother, Belladonna Took, overjoyed with pride till the day she died.
Bilba and her husband had divorced, technically, years ago when she had gotten pregnant and he accused her of being a harlot and left her. That’s when Bilba had returned to Bag End and with the help of her mother, her father had died in the winter, and the guiding hand of Gandalf the Grey, a wizard that had been a family friend for years. When Danny was born, Bilba vowed to take care of him and love him forever. As did Belladonna.
The other Hobbits of the Shire believ
Reality TV #8It’s not just because they told you, not only because it is inherently wrong, but because it feels wrong.Reality TV #811 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm more than aware of your inability to understand and maybe it’s because I can never describe it properly.
But yes, despite popular belief, wanting certain things can be wrong, it can be immoral.
Though honestly, I never meant to try so hard. I had never analyzed every situation so thoroughly and had someone tell me ‘fuck you, start over’. Not exactly in those words, more like ‘you think too much. I have no answers.’
Now guilt was the aspect that really had me giggling. It had me gurgling and spitting sideways. How hilarious that you thought yourself not culpable. I paused to smirk at the audacity but had long since learned not to question you.
Time passes without so much as a blink; a shrug, a sigh, a wink You are an enigma; unreachable, inescapable.
Thorin's Heart ~ EpilogueThorin's Heart ~ Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The days grew sweeter as the years passed by. The kingdom of Erebor was the most magnificent kingdom in middle earth and its halls were full of laughter and hope. Kale’s belly had already begun to grow with a promise of another little one in their future. They walked in her forest holding hands as their children danced around them. Kieran was just as sweet as Kale and everyone, including the animals, adored her carefree loving spirit. Her song was just as beautiful as her mother’s and she would sing to Thorin every night lying in his arms.
Thalon was proving to be just as strong and courageous as his father, already at 4 years old, he was a skilled bowman and strong swordsman. Kili and Fili would practice with him every day and Thorin would let him know how proud he was of him. As he watched them, he knew as the years passed, his kingdom was secure in such a strong line of Durin.
The day she had them the kingdom r
The Stumble Prevents The Fall - Chapter 1, Part VFandom: The Hobbit.The Stumble Prevents The Fall - Chapter 1, Part V2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Without my knowledge the bridge between reality and fantasy has been crossed, and I find myself in between the paragraphs of a world-famous novel. Now, there's a wizard demanding my attendance on a quest. Or rather, on a quite unexpected adventure.
Rating: K+ [Rating might still go up]
Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the delay!! But unfortunately, my internet-troubles are still far from over. So the next part will also be a updated little later than planned. Though hopefully I'll be quicker in stealing someone else's internet next time. ^^
I hereby disclaim any rights.
- Of Dwarf Leaders and White Lies -
Gandalf was the first to react; he swiftly stooped under the kitchen doorway and walked into the parlour in order to open Mr. Bilbo's perfectly round front door. He was followed closely by the master of the house himself who was practically dancing anxiously behind the wizard, not sure why al
Safe and Sound Ch. 1Summary: Fili's has had to comfort Kili twice in his life. What happens when Fili can't be the big brother for a third time? Will Kili be able to comfort himself and his brother?Safe and Sound Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: A Little Bloodshed
They were just two young dwarves then. They knew of no greater pleasure than chasing each other up the halls of Erebor and eating the freshly picked apples of Dale. Their only pain came from scraped knees and motherly disapproval. Fili and Kili, for lack of a better term, had it good.
Ah, but even kings stubbed their toes.
The eldest brother, no more than 20 years into his life, cradled a small bag of pastries as he made his way back to Erebor. He knew that Kili would appreciate the sweets, especially after being bested at conkers again.
Up the winding streets, past the cheerful vendors. Fili would have reached the edge of the lively town had it not been for happenstance. A single pebble flew from his right, just m
How to write a poem (a poem)There is no right way to write a poem.How to write a poem (a poem)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The second the pen
Touches the unsoiled paper,
A spark, uncoiling from my mind,
Lets free a torrent of unspoken words,
And I can hardly hold myself back
From letting it all go.
I close my eyes
So I can see
My own mind,
Like an unending stream of words not yet said
I let myself become open, raw, laid bare to the words.
Fears, dreams, thoughts,
Laid before me like surreal photographs,
Can no longer be hidden.
The pen lifts from the paper,
For one last blot
To seal back within myself,
And the poem is written.
Most TreasuredBilbo wasn’t sure what would happen when Thorin found out what he'd done. He was hoping – hoping desperately – that the King under the Mountain would at least listen to his reasoning for his actions. If not, then, well, there wouldn’t be much left of him. Thorin, when truly enraged, was even fiercer than Smaug.Most Treasured3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But Bilbo could not bear to see the ferocious lust for life in the eyes of Durin’s heir fade any further. He could not bear to watch idly as gold sickness destroyed everything Thorin and Company had worked and fought so hard for.
So he had taken the Arkenstone he had so carefully hidden from the dwarves and given it away.
The words he had spoken upon revealing the stone to Bard and Thranduil were true, but the truth of them ripped at his heart.
“This is the Arkenstone of Thrain, the Heart of the Mountain,” he had said, holding it up for their inspection, “And it is also the heart of Thorin. He values it above a river of g
The Infinite Word ForgeI swing a feather-light hammerThe Infinite Word Forge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon an anvil of canvas
Scarred with rejected words
My forge is one of wood
Alight with cold flames
Fed by coals of dust
The pale glow illuminates my work
Feeble as paper
Yet strong as stone
I lay my tools aside
I breathe life into my creation
I watch it grow beyond me
This is how the forge works
This is where I create worlds unimaginable
SomedayFaramir looked out over the sprawling landscape that lay before him. What once was lingered through the land, a reminder to those few brave souls that now saw it, that there were indeed once men that lived there. Sadness was felt throughout the group of Rangers at those reminders. What once was a place of prosperity, of many woods and gardens was now left abandoned. The return of Sauron and the dangers of Mount Doom had caused the last farmers to flee their land, had sealed the fate of Ithilien. At least while this war waged on.Someday3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A sigh escaped Faramirs' lips, his mind was getting the better of him once more. It was becoming far too often that he left it happen. Yet, things had been relatively quiet for some time. That was really the problem. With nothing for the group of Rangers to focus on, to put their efforts into, his mind had the idle time to wander. He often found himself thinking of his brother, wondering how he was fairing in his journey.
The dream had occurred once
The Sack Girls Belly 5The Sack Girls Belly 5The Sack Girls Belly 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a week since Ellen the Sack Girl had travelled to Japan for her previous vore meal. Back then, she had devoured a pre-teen girl but was attacked by someone who was apparently her older brother and happened to be one with the XERO, among the few beings who could see her against her will alongside her colleagues and superiors. If it hadn't been for her massive belly back then, she probably could've fought that boy, although there was know way to tell what the outcome would've been. Those with XERO each have different base powers, a teleportation ability identicle to the type the Sack Girls have as well as the ability to see Sack Girls.
The two groups had been enemies for ages. While Sack Girls were behind the legends of the 'Sack Man', those with the XERO were behind legends like ghosts and shapeshifters. It was a good thing that their intel couldn't find the Sack Girls headquarters or there would be problems.
It was around 7:00pm on a Friday evening an
The McKinnons' CatWhen the McKinnons moved out from next door, they left their cat behind. Nobody really blamed them. The thing was an enormous fat tabby female which stank and had fleas. It was, more importantly, a vicious killer. Usually it lived on a diet of songbirds, but it would catch and kill mice, rats, other people's pets and whatever rare little furry creatures it could find. Nobody really bothered to feed it after the McKinnons left, but it didn't grow noticeably thinner. I never knew its name, but my dad always called it "you BASTARD, get the HELL out of my garden."The McKinnons' Cat3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not long after the McKinnons moved out, Miss Timmons moved into their old house. She was old, tiny, grey, timid and mouse-like. When she spoke, it was in a little excited squeak. When she went to the shops she moved in quick, darting movements and when she stopped to talk to me in the street she twitched constantly like she couldn't
My strange friendMy friend asked me an odd,My strange friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
odd, question today,
while we were walking
through the dying grass,
in the field on the west end
of the forrest-like park,
that is across the street
from my house.
He asked me this:
"If you were to die tomorrow,
and you could only say goodbye
to one person,
who would you say goodbye to?"
And I looked at him,
my odd friend,
with his odd questions.
I answered by saying:
"I don't know, but I think,
I would say goodbye to you.
Do you want to know why?"
He replied with an answer
that I found strange:
"Yes, but don't tell me.
I'd rather tell you
who I would pick."
Then he just plopped down,
onto the grass
right next to me,
So, I had to cool my
and join him.
Then he leans over,
in the traditional kindergarten style
of secret telling,
Now I lay in the darkness
of my bedroom
that I will see my strange friend
And I hope I can tell him
why I picked him.