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Does there exist, in this place of ours,
A place where the strong can be weak,
Without fear of reproach?
A respite in the war for our souls,
Between anger and bitterness,
Love and madness,
Truth and...
Nothing?
A place where the strong can be weak,
Without fear of reproach?
A respite in the war for our souls,
Between anger and bitterness,
Love and madness,
Truth and...
Nothing?
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More Than That.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried out, pushing the dark-haired man off him. "We can't!"
Aragorn stared into the pale blue eyes of his best friend. "Why?"
"Because..."
The ranger muffled Legolas with a kiss. "Amin mela lle."
Legolas sighed. "Lle vesta?"
Aragorn nodded and leaned down to kiss the elf again. This time Legolas didn't resist, he melted into Aragorn's gentle touches. Aragorn slid his hands underneath Legolas' tunic and pulled it off over his head. He ran his rough hands down his lover's pale chest and then tugged off his pants.
Legolas took hold of Aragorn's shirt and removed it, then hugged him. "How are we going to keep doing this?"
Literature
The Watchman
THE WATCHMAN
It was well known that Thorin Oakenshield was a hard head, stubborn to his very core and had a determination so fierce that he had chosen to take back Erebor with only thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit. It was his stubbornness that had ultimately caused his demise on the battlefield, something he would never back down from. He had defended his decision voraciously since arriving in the Haven. He had refused to go forth without his entire company and so he had sat in the Haven for nigh on seventy years, watching as each member of his company went through life without him. Kili and Fili, bless their hearts had crossed through to the
Literature
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. IV)
As their journey through the dark forest stretched on, the entirety of Thorin's company noticed a certain closeness developing between their leader and one Bilbo Baggins. Indeed, several had already taken wagers on when the Thorin's affection for the burglar would blossom into open courtship. As such, it was no surprise when, in a moment of distress, the Dwarf King's feelings finally showed through his actions.
The Wargs had attacked in the night, charging from the depths of Mirkwood and surrounding the camp in minutes. They were feral beasts, trained by Orc masters long ago to despise Dwarfs and Men, but acting under no order. They fought b
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