I`m off to a quick vacation at my Dad`s place, which means basically no internet for me. So nothing from me for a week, but I`m not away forever.
I`ll be back next Tuesday with hopefully new writings and some very very big life changing (for me) news. See yah!
I`ll do that, added it to my to-do-list, until then I`ll give you something to pass the time. And somehow I hope you will squeal and scream because of the adorableness of it.
“PA!”, it was one word, one simple word squeaked from tiny lungs of a female dwarfling, but it meant so much more to the archer standing on the shooting range, this moment would forever be saved in his memories, and in all of theirs, it was not only the moment Freia said her first word. It was also the first and last time Kili ever landed an arrow not on target. The first arrow to ever miss. His first and last shot to ever fail, and it all just because of the red haired dwarven babe calling for her father, reaching out then for him with chubby arms, her face grinning, when her father finally turned around and beamed at her. And it was more than a Kili grin, it was the sun, the moon, the stars, it was his soul gleaming in the sunlight, as he dropped his bow and started laughing, rushing over to his daughter and swinging her up into his arms, turning them around in circles. And Freia wouldn`t stop calling him pa, because and Bilbo would hold himself to that assumption, just because she saw how happy it made him.
The next words from their little star takes them another two weeks though, but by then everyone of their small mixed up family had their own suspicions, and everyone was surprised in the end when it was Thorin who would be right with his small guess. It`s morning and Kili is out hunting, having left his daughter in his brothers capable hands, as his mother, Sigrid and Tilda went down to Dales markets with Safia and Talia. And it was Erebors usually dapper and regal heir who was momentarily running through its well lit corridors on his way to the throne room, where he knew Thorin would be finished with the council right now and try and swallow down his frustrations with Balin and Bilbo, and probably Dwalin, too. He is not quite adequately dressed, only clad in simple tunics, and he doesn`t even have a knife on himself, but it was mostly due to the squealing and giggling dwarfling in his arms, who was well amused by the way his braids flew around her as he ran.
Dwarves jumped out of his way, the older ones raising an eyebrow at the sight that usually was only seen from his younger brother, especially concerning the big goofy grin Fili seldomly portrayed in public without anyone of his family close by. As he neared the throne room, the exciting council members quickly stepped aside and even though he was carrying sixteen rolls of paper, Ori quickly held the door open for him and Fili barely had time to say his thanks before the thick doors fell shut, and he was faced his uncle sitting on the throne and looking at him from inquiring blue eyes, one eyebrow raised. Wheezing slightly for breath, Fili took another step into the room, Bilbo exhaling from where he had halted in his words, Balin and Dwalin looking at him with confused faces. Thorin took Freia from him with eager hands as he offered, leaning down to catch his breath for a moment, he was still grinning when he looked back up.
“Say it again, mimizith, say it again. What did you just say? Come on please, say it again.”, Freia looked at him as if he had lost his mind, Thorin chuckled.
“Easy there, my lad. Don`t pressure her too much, or she will…”
“Unca?”, and all dwarves around him froze, as Freias voice reached their ears, only Fili grinned even brighter, touching her nose from where she had looked up at him with worried eyes upon the frown on his face, only to quickly grin again with her toothless mouth, “Unca!”, and Fili plugged her from his own uncles hands again and swirled them around the throne room.
Bilbo was the first to loosen his frozen state and he started laughing, it came bubbling from his lips and pulled the others from their blinking stupor. Thorin caught sight of Filis loopsided happiness and smiled, he knew what it felt like, how it shot right through to your heart and filled every last fiber of your being with undeniable happiness. With joy.
“Come on princess, let Thorin hear the other one.”, Fili crooned once he had stopped turning, Freia had latched onto his braids again, perched on his hip, brown eyes looking so intelligent, Bilbo smiled, when Thorin stood and gently pulled him closer. Dwalin had leaned back against the stone pillar, so content with the moment, “Who is your uncle?”
“Unca?”, the sweet lass echoed again.
“Yes.”, and Fili pointed to her small nose, “Freia.”, and he pulled his finger back to his own face and his niece giggled, clapped her hand and her bell like voice called out the word that almost brought tears to Bilbos eyes as he saw the glee in the golden princes eyes.
“Fiwi!!”, and Thorin and Dwalin started laughing and Fili beamed at them, looking as proud as Bilbo had barely seen him until then, and he wondered who was more happy and delighted, the bouncing baby girl in his arms, or the uncle himself.
“Like father, like daughter.”, Balin chuckled, pulling the last scrolls together, “I`ll bring these to Ori myself, you go and celebrate this.”, Thorin clapped a hand to Balins shoulder in passing as he himself went over to take Freia from Fili, the small lass happily pushing a sticky hand to his face.
“Kilis first word was actually Fiwi.”, the king explained to a smiling hobbit as Fili continued to grin brightly, “I`m sure he`ll be happy to know that his daughter was not far behind on that agenda.”
“He`ll be ecstatic, I`m sure. I`m surprised it was not Amad.”
“Dis was a little bit disappointment, but Fili has always been more important.”
This riot was fun! It gave me some new ideas and it was really cool to see what everyone could come up with.
Wow, I am really surprised about the feedback on that small little reform!Dalton snippet. That got you going really good, didn`t it? Got me even more notes than those kitten pictures way back, so thank you. Had I known that I would have posted it earlier, and maybe when inspiration strikes, I will continue with some other drabbles in that direction.
I would love if someone could reach out to me and tell me what exactly he/she liked about it? Was there anything specific or just our boys being bad, dangerous and evil in general?
Alright, so no drabble from me today, did not have enough time to come up with something, but for all of you who started reading my longer story Tango for Two, and who answered or reacted in any kind to my offer of a family tree for that story, I`ll give you the first of two I have created so far.
Maybe I`ll have the other one (Seigersons) up by tonight, we`ll see.
Don`t click the link, if you don`t want to be spoilered. This family tree includes some information that won`t come up until the middle of the sequel for Tango for Two.
It must be why he worries about them more than the rest of the Fellowship, in my opinion.
Pft! I’m so not crying myself while making this gifset ;w; Insomnia antics I tell you
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
tHIS IS NOT OKAY
Oh God no, this hurts.
Have a little reform!Dalton:
"Do we know who is on duty tonight?", Blaine calls out, blinking into the direction of Stuart House in the distance, the only thing you could see were tiny glimpses of light filled windows, Wes and David shrugged, while Dwight casually picked up a spare shirt from the trunk of the Jeep, curling it into a ball he tossed it the ten feet over to the border line. The shot came silent, but it tore right through the shirt, leaving it floating to the ground with a hole where it would have covered a heart, had it been worn by one of them.
"Julian.", Dwight commented dryly, while Kurt gaped at the ruined shirt, and then furrowed his brow upon recalling the unknown name in his head, he turned to Blaine to ask, but before he could have opened his mouth, something rustled in the bushes before them, and all of the whirled around, Blaine and Reed stepping in front of Kurt immediately, guns drawn. Wes and David had already unlocked their Smiths, Dwight and Charlie had done nothing, silently staring into the darkness.
"Good guess, Houston.", Charlie sighed, when the low voice spoke out, pushing a hand through his hair, he stepped closer to the border line again, pushing down their raised guns as he went.
"What are you doing here alone, Wright?", Kurt whipped up his head in returned confusion, that voice hadn`t sounded at all like Logan, there was no musical swing to it, no melodic sugar, but from the darkness stepped a blond boy, obviously smaller than the Wing leader he apparently shared a name with, and when he had fully left the save bubble of darkness and reached the light spots of the Jeeps headlights, Kurt was barely able to stifle his gasp. Alright, maybe more than just the name. Blond hair, as casually and easily falling into his face as his older brothers, sharp feautures, pale skin, wearing black pants and a black shirt, he looked as dashingly handsome and godlike as Stuarts Wing leader, like a younger copy. He had the same dangerous aura, that made the hairs on Kurts neck instantly set on alert, eyes so blue like the sky doing a quick headcount and then settling on their leader for last, the only difference Kurt could find. Where Logans eyes were green with venom, this boys eyes still held some semblance of innocence in them.
Austin Wright. Logans younger brother.
Stuarts crown prince.
"Scared I might be up to something?"
"No, more like interested if your brother knows that you are outside alone. I don`t see anyone lurking around in your shadow."
"With Julian on duty… please Charlie… as if someone would even be able to get close to me. And who says I`m alone?", suddenly there was a swishing sound and as Wes and David still raised their guns, Austins pale hand shot out and caught the butterfly knive in midair. Kurt didn`t know if he was more horrified or impressed, those Stuart boys had a problem. Charlie on the other hand didn`t seem so excited over it, glaring at something behind the young prince, he wanted to take another step forward, but a bullet penetrating the grass in front of his feet as a clear warning shot, stopped him, Wes and David clicked their guns again.
"You know the rules, Amos.", and from behind his brother, Logan Wright stepped into the light with calm accounted steps until he stood just that half a step in front of his baby brother, Charlie and him got locked into a staring competition, during which Kurt leaned closer to Reed.
"What rules now?"
"No one but Logan, Julian and Derek are allowed closer than a six feet radius around Austin. Not even the boys who usually act as his bodyguards."
"What are you doing here? You are dangerously close to Stuarts territory."
"Do you know who took Danny?", Logan tried to keep it hidden, but they could all see the little twitch in his left eye and the way his body got rigid.
"Marcus, Cyrus!", the blond wing leader bellowed out in the next moment, and from the shadows another two Stuarts stepped out, dressed all in black, "Run the perimeter, and call back to Derek, something is wrong. Tell them Danny Abbott has been kidnapped."
"I`ll take from this that it wasn`t you."
"Why would there be a reason for me to take Abbott. We`re at war, Amos, I have no animosity towards Hanover. And even I know not to cross Bancrofts way, when it comes to Abbott. Do you have any clues who could have taken him?"
"Why don`t you tell Julian to take his sniper focus off my chest and we can talk.", Kurt saw how Logan chuckled, how Blaine and Dwight whirled around to stare at their leader, on whose chest was a red laser dot neatly placed over his heart, Wes and David were still pointing their guns into the darkness of the trees behind the Wrights brothers. Reed kept an eye on Austin, but the younger boy seemed more annoyed than aggravated.
"I can`t do that, I fear. You can`t expect me to leave my own brother unprotected after just learning of Abbots kidnapping.", they had to give it to him, his reasoning was right, Charlie sighed, clearly unhappy with the whole situation.
"Alright… I`ll get straight to the point. Justin suspects McKinley and some misunderstanding, he has already taken Spencer to drive down to Lima and I want to follow him. And the closest path is…"
"I`m not letting you cross over my territory, especially not if you plan on wandering into Paiges country then. It`s not happening, Amos."
Just to show my parents that I’m not the only one.
I guess I’m not the only one
"jace it is just a rubber duck"
"katniss put the squirrel down"
"percy get over here you hyperactive little turd"
"augustus stop you are giving mommy feels"
"loki, you’re adopted"
Well, Megan, couldn`t have used less words, could you? :D You got anything more I could work with? Some details? Which direction do you want it to go? Something angsty? Something fluffy? Any other characters you want to see in it? Timeline? Should it be close to the movies? Which movie? Any particular moment I should maybe continue? Add to?
Any kind of details you could give me?
I told you, Hobbit and me, that is pure business. I could go on for hours about those characters, and I actually held myself back with questions.
Wow, I am so annoying…