Fireborn (Hobbit) - Ch. 1PART IFireborn (Hobbit) - Ch. 11 year 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
The Infinite Word ForgeI swing a feather-light hammerThe Infinite Word Forge10 months 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
The Sack Girls Belly 5The Sack Girls Belly 5The Sack Girls Belly 53 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
Never Been So WrongNever Been So Wrong2 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
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
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 - prologue2 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
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes aliveWings Of Grace7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
MasksI wear a bright face although I'm saddened to the bone,Masks1 year 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.
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. 12 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
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
Little Words on a Sunday MorningI'm the epitome of anxiety.Little Words on a Sunday Morning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've seen it described
as a whispering cloud,
cumulonimbus hanging on my shoulders,
telling me I should smile softly
and close the door
before you rain on me
and leave me motionless,
waterlogged and despondent.
With a sigh,
you brush the storm off my neck,
kiss my cheek,
and offer consolation
that drowns out the deluge,
dries my shivering bones.
Though it leaves you shaking,
you open your arms and
retake the role of keystone
when a lesser love would
watch the stones tumble down.
I read through countless syllables,
each a candle in this chapel
you have built for me.
Each a bead in my rosary.
The sun is stumbling from his bed,
and I think of you still silent in yours.
When you wake I'll still have
two o'clock eyes,
but my heart is alive
with all your little words.
FIC: The ScarfFIC: The Scarf3 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
the only promises i can keepwaitthe only promises i can keep7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a c r o s s
isn’t hard from
what I’ve been told; I know
how much you hate
take our bikes out
and race it until
we find it
on our world—
a shower of
What Would Yeshua Do?"Yeshua?" the girl with bandaged handsWhat Would Yeshua Do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
calls out. I think her name is Mary.
She doesn't say "Jesus" like the other patients,
or like the preacher who
comes and prays with her every Sunday.
She rocks in her chair and mutters,
and chants to herself. No one speaks to her,
or if they do they ask her how she is.
She used to be a prostitute, they say,
until she was saved.
But I look at these white walls and think,
She's not savedshe's caged.
I step into her room and gently shut the door.
Her face is to the window. She glances back at me,
her eyes wide, and says, "Yeshua?"
"No. No Yeshua here today," I tell her, smiling.
Then I kneel before her and remove her bandages,
exposing the gaping holes in her hands.
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 Treasured2 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
Moon of LiesI stalk the moonMoon of Lies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
floating up high
in the night
and stary sky
what are you doing?
Moon up so high
in our sky?
Are you capturing wishes,
from selfish kids
that ask for things
from deep within
their hearts so boast
and drowned with hope
Oh moon will you follow
through with their cope?
My eyes circle the moon
in the dark
and mellow sky,
what are you up too?
Moon in the air,
Are you serenading couples
who sit below your stance
romancing their hearts to their content?
Making them swirl in your blissful awe?
Acting as a cupid for God.
Will you conceitedly take
the credit for their love
and gawk at your work less job.
My finger reaches at the moon
a distance falsely in my vision's grasp
levitating above sea....
tell me moon...what will you do for me?
Grant my wish, or send me love?
Your silence answers none above.
For you're a sphere of wishful thought
a metaphor too often brought...
your symbolism breaks
Fragment #3To a Father,Fragment #38 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
please, don't bury her. she is afraid of the dark.
From a Mother.
a trial hardens your skin, not your prideread out here: https://soundcloud.com/c-e-moore/a-trial-hardens-your-skin-nota trial hardens your skin, not your pride1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll say this once;
you were not my idea of forever.
our first words to each other were not
profound, our first meeting was a shitty
distance call that kept
hammering to a stop, not
stammering the way you did;
commas and commas (not even a fucking
semicolon) of anxiety struck me nowhere
near poetic but that's something only
my mind couldn't quite wrap its lithe
"what's the 'chase'?" you asked, with nothing
as much as a cowering glance in my
unwavering direction. "a game you play to see
how much you can fuck me over without ever
touching me." silence ensued as all great
"I would never do that to anyone."
you followed the delicately decorated bread-crumb
trail I had set for myself, once you'd
freed me of the duty to be your temporary
solution to a smile, but it never ended.
and I was a copper-red solution too
unreactive for you to nullify.
I had you pe
don't name your daughter eleanorit's 4:06 a.m anddon't name your daughter eleanor4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
eleanor has developed an
complex within her stardust confines.
oxygen shimmies, lung
glitter on display,
into the hidden places between her lips.
an owl screeches and
it tears at her inner workings until they
grey rust and breed dichotomy.
anxiety triples beneath
the weight of the moon and
presses on her temples until they collapse.
the world touches her irises
and arches its belly into her memory
until she wakes coherent and pale.
it is 6:04 a.m and
eleanor has developed a taste for the
falsehood within dreams.
some things aren't solid outside the mind.you couldn't knowsome things aren't solid outside the mind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that the boy sitting
beside you in Advanced
English was going to
fetter himself to the ocean
and break the sound barrier (and
his mother's heart) with his
you couldn't know
that the girl sitting three
rows back in Computing One-oh-One
would fall so deeply in love with
the colour of the sky that she would
spend a summer practicing knots just to
mirror the pale, bloated hue.
you couldn't know
that the man walking by
at seven a.m. with a briefcase beneath
his arm was on his way to
blow his world apart, along with
half a dozen strangers.
you couldn't know
that the woman rushing through
the supermarket was on her
way to drown her sorrows
in the eyes of another woman
while her husband was busy
drowning in himself half a mile
and a gunshot away.
you couldn't know.
An unexpected and awkward adventure (prologue)An unexpected and awkward adventure (prologue)1 year 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
Mr. Perfect lyrics Spoken like a speechMr. Perfect lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I was growing up there were some kids
And these kids, they never treated me right, I mean
All these other kids were friends with them, and sat with them,
I had to sit with them in English class because that's where my teacher put me
And looking back on it
I wish I could have gotten up and yelled at these kids because
they made my life a living hell!
It was stupid shit, everything from telling me I had pen ink all over my face,
to tearing up my poems.
Maybe if they had taken the time to read one of my poems
they would have realized what they were actually doing.
Maybe they would of realized just how badly they got to me.
Man, I give props to any kid who's ever sat through that kind of abuse.
To any kid that sat there and took it, and to any kid that stood up
and punched that mother-fucker straight in the jaw.
Because I didn't deserve any of that,
And if I didn't deserve it,
You sure as hell didn't.
They stare at him, his bloodshot e