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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril laughed heartily, as soon as he prepped himself upon her being, only being excited about the height of flying. She will gladly go that high, plus if she were to go higher, then her elf eyes would give her the navigation to go through the dark and, if possible, maybe even the clouds.

It was an awkward piggyback position, and the she-elf kept him up with her arms hoisting his legs. In truth, he wasn't at all too heavy. Her strength was too great; Mahal, she took down a few orcs and wargs earlier today. So, there was no trouble. "At least one person, Young Durin. My strength may be impressive, but I can't lift more than two dwarves".

Carefully, Saeril perched herself onto the railing, looking down at the depth of the drop in the ridge. "Not bad?", she asked behind her, towards him. She didn't wait for him to respond, and the she-elf got ahead of herself: by already letting her body drop from the rail.

The Tree-Realm of Storytelling {Currently Closed}

Updated!

MCU "THOR" AU [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Story Themes

Tribute Theme

Ending Theme

RATED
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Action | Adventure | Sci-Fi | Fantasy | Drama
Brief Language | Fantasy/Sci-Fi Action-Violence | Suggestive Content

All-Father Odin, the god of wisdom, is the king-ruler to the realm of Asgard, a celestial kingdom, sitting right above the existence of Midgard, or "Earth". The gods, who thrive in this Golden Kingdom, are called Asgardians, an extra-dimensional race of beings who were worshiped as gods by the Scandinavian and Germanic tribes of Western Europe. Their origins are shrouded in myth, leaving humans to be believe these deities as said-myths: Thor, true to his title, gives humans the rain to let plants grow; Sif giving them those said-plants; Balder, giving them the sun to light the way, and Tyr, who bestows them the strength needed in warfare. Apart from them, there are also morally-ambiguous gods, like tricksters Loki and Lochila, who thrive on mischief and discord.

Centuries later, the realm and its economy has changed drastically: Loki has been imprisoned for his malicious crimes, and the monarch is passed down to Thor, who takes the warrior Sif as his queen, and becomes father to his new baby-girl Torunn, whom the goddess of mischief Lochila is sentenced to look after down on Earth, as punishment. In the form of a seemingly-mortal woman, Lochila raises the girl on Earth, and teaches her all about the humility and wisdom of mankind. As Torunn becomes a nineteen year-old teenager, she discovers herself with electrical powers, and comes across a sword of great power, after it falls from the sky. After finding herself being the only one able to pick up such a weapon, when no other human could, her real parentage is revealed; the woman who raised her was Lochila in disguise, and that her family were beings from another world.

After discovering an occurring series of disasters and weather-related events, both are suddenly summoned back into Asgard, where they learn that all of the gods, including Thor, are mysteriously dying, and are losing their control over Earth's forces, to which they discover is the work of a very powerful and vengeful goddess, who wishes to vanquish everything, and make it into her own image. In order to save Thor, and their very existence, Lochila is forced to release her imprisoned brother for his aide and, together, teach Torunn how to embrace her inner Asgardian nature, unleash her true power, in order to prepare for the fight of her life.

Will Torunn be able to embrace who she is, stop this big evil, and save all of creation?
Or will this phenomenon get to them first, and destroy them all?

An alternate version of the MCU's Thor-verse.
In need of someone to:
- play as Thor's daughter Torunn (portrayed by Nell Tiger Free)
- know some knowledge of all three Thor films.

Interested? PM me immediately :)

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"In that case, young Durin. Come with me", the she-elf offered her hand to lead him out of the gazebo, and towards an outdoor balcony. Once they made it, she turned to him before letting her wings unravel. "We can go as high as you would like to go", she said with a bit of proudness in her voice. Crouching down to one knee, she was low enough to let him on. "Don't worry. They never tire. Not even once".

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

That evening, Saeril sat on the cot-like chair, just to relax, and enjoy the dwarves', as well as Yavanna's, company. Kili sat with her; his head laying in her lap, staring at the ceiling, as he smoked his pipe, while she gently stroked his ebony brown hair.

The winged she-elf retold her youngest godson about his childhood in Fangorn Forest, her home. He spent his hunting days there with his brother and uncle, and of course, all those times that she watched him from above the tree branches. She was quick at the those heights, even with her brethren who once live with her there. It has been a rather fonding memory. She would be delighted for them to venture to her homeland, and cherish in the memories of their youth. Just the three of them; after the journey, she would fly the two of them there. Although there was that one time when she asked him about flying.

Slowly giving a smile, Saeril looked at the dwarf as he seemed to be a little bored. "Still up for that view?", she offered him, if he really desired to see the world from above at the moment.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

The dwarves were eating, some content, others not. Ori was being picky, and Dori was scolding him as per usual.

"This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin. May it serve you well." He handed the weapon back to Thorin, who accepted it with a nod.
"And this is Glamdring, the Foe­hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin." Elrond was only too glad to identify these blades for them. Each had a story and a reason for being made. "These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age..."

Returning the sword to its rightful owner, Elrond looked to Gandalf. “How did you come by these?”

"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs", the wizard answered his curious but proud Elven friend. "It was a shame to just leave them to lie there", Gandalf added to his point, before taking a split-second glance at Thorin to make sure he was at least a little proud of coming into possessing a great weapon such as Orcrist.

Elrond set aside his own glass of wine before taking notice of Saeril in the distance. "Tell me, Gandalf...how is it that Saeril is accompanying you?". Gandalf looked at the she-elf. He didn't say anything, but did turn his gaze back to Elrond. He really didn't need the others to hear about this, so he stood up. "My lord, I think it's best if we talked about that somewhere else", the wizard requested. Now was not the place to talk about her. The whole time, alone, Gandalf told every bit of detail of her story to the Elven lord.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Fili had never seen anything so beautiful, so equal to their godmother in beauty and grace. "Fili and Kili, milady", he introduced himself and his younger brother, who seemed to be too far in a trance at the young she-elf's presence.

The others turned and discussed amongst themselves. "In that case, lead on". However, later that day, the dwarves sitting around the elves' dining table were complaining that the food wasn't of their taste, and that they would prefer meat rather than "leaves".

"Kind of you to invite us. I’m not really dressed for dinner", Gandalf spoke as he walked with Elrond to the table. Changing into something lighter and more Elvish-like, Saeril had on an elbow-length, off-the-shoulder, brown dress that fell to her ankles as she made herself appear at the walkway of the dining area where everyone else was at. Although, she didn't sit with them, but peeked out on the balcony nearby. Her cloak was gone, so her wings stayed tucked upon her back. She preferred to walk barefoot, and let the sun warm them, and let her long brown hair flow free, while she seemed to be so troubled on the day's previous events. There has been a lot on her mind.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"Yavanna, my dear", the Wizard greeted the young she-elf who rode upon horseback. "I see you have blossomed since my last visit", he complimented her. Saeril looked at this girl whom Gandalf greeted first, since the hunting party arrived. There was something about her that made almost appear rare; maybe it was her face, maybe the raven-hair that she bears? But no, it was the brightness that she saw that made her probably be made fairest. She could only praise in this girl's beauty; a beauty that probably surpassed her own, to say the least.

"Pardon me. Yavanna, this is Saeril Hermiaen; last of the Elves of Fangorn, and Guardian to Durin's Folk", Gandalf introduced the bright star to the black-cloaked elf, who would probably be taller than the princess by an inch. "Saeril, meet Princess Yavanna Undomiel; daughter of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian", right after he said this, she bowed before the girl, elegantly. "Such beauty and grace has been bestowed upon you, child", Saeril complimented.

Hearing the lord himself, the Wizard greeted him. "Ah, that may have been us", Gandalf confirmed. The lord's right-hand man had his gaze turned to the horned woman. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment to his leader. Saeril kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "It is a long story, my friend", Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to she-elf defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We really would require your assistance".

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield", Gandalf scolded the dwarf sharply. "The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself! We have a map that we cannot read, Lord Elrond can help us to read it! Now, if this is to be successful, you shall leave the talking to me or Saeril, as we will need to be tactful with a small degree of charm, which it seems you dwarves certainly lack in the presence of the Fair Folk", Saeril couldn't agree less of the arguement to her mentor's point.

She did, in fact, make side glances at her godsons, still hoping they weren't being distant with her. The she-elf regretted to ever show such an expression that would twist their view of her. "I will assist you, Gandalf", she spoke up. As they entered the beautiful Elven city of Rivendell, they are met by some elves. "Mithrandir", Elrond's right hand man, Lindir, greeted to the wizard. "Ah, Lindir", the wizard returned the gesture. "We heard you had crossed into the Valley", Lindir spoke in Elvish. "I must speak with Lord Elrond" "My Lord Elrond is not here" "Not here? Where is he?", that was until the hunting horn was heard with the returning elf war party coming towards them.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

The she-elf's eyes faded back to their natural color, dissipating their glow, just as she closed her eyes, and opened them again. Getting her breath back together, she nodded. "They do. It's a natural thing whenever I get angry or furious", she explained to the Hobbit.

Fili kept a slight distance from the she-elf until she got herself together. It's not that he was afraid or despised her, but he definitely felt intimidated at the sudden change. Saeril looked at Kili and his brother in guilt, hoping that she didn't cause too much of a disturbance within them after seeing this side of her. She got a little too carried away, and her battle anger only gave them a glimpse at her other self.

Dwalin paced some, then followed their only available route. “I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?” Bofur hastily moved away from the corpses of their attackers. “Follow it, of course!”.

"I think that would be wise", Gandalf nodded in confirmation since it was the only way to go that was safe at the moment. Following the path in the tunnel, there was a waterfall with a small city in the distance; Saeril trailed behind with the brothers, but kept her distance, her cloak following her. "The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it’s known by another name", Gandalf recited. "Rivendell", the she-elf butted in, as she gaped in astonishment at the great city before them. "Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea".