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"DRAMAtical Murder" OVA Part 2: The Mentality of Reality

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

"Out for a little adventure, aren't we, your majesty?", the wizard asked as soon as he noticed that the princess was among the group. However, having to look up at the approaching goblins, they were on the run again...unaware of an invisible Bilbo nearby.

Going through the caves, the winged-elf immediately felt relieved once the sun shined upon her. Flying down the mountainside, she was still by Yavanna's, and the brothers' side, relieved that they both managed to stay through the predicament. "Five, six, seven, eight. Bifur, Bofur, that’s ten. Fili, Ki­li, Saeril, Yavanna, that’s fourteen. And Bombur, that makes fifteen.
"Where’s Bilbo? Where is our hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!", Gandalf shouted at them as they finally came to a stop; Saeril finally able to land near her godsons and the Star of Rivendell, tucking in her wings.

Fili was looking around, along with his brother, not being able to find their burglar amongst them. 'Where could he be?'
“Curse the halfling! He’s lost?!” Dwalin looked for him in vain, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"I thought he was with Dori!”, Gloin was quick to foist off any blame.
Dori was still panting from the run. “Don’t blame me!”

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

As soon as they were trying to get their bearings together, a bright white light burst forth near the group and engulfed them all. As the dwarves blinked and looked about them, dazed, and the light cleared, they saw Gandalf standing there. Saeril sighed in relief. 'Thank Mahal...'

Bofur blinked in surprise, his heart rate never slowing. “Well, that could have been worse", though brightened for a moment, as Gandalf appeared. It was a good thing for a moment, until the heavy corpse of the Great Goblin landed on top of the wreckage, squishing the dwarves further. A few cried out and groaned in pain. Dwalin attempted to push some timber off of himself, Kili close by. “You’ve got to be joking!”

Seeing the corpse drop, Saeril gave a wince at the sight of them being crushed. Getting to her feet, she helped Yavanna to her feet, brushing some of the dirt off, before lifting some parts of the bridge, letting their companions squirm their way out. As she was about to move the piece that was above Kili, she couldn't but look up at the thousands of goblins running after them. "Time to go", she quickly said in a small voice as she managed to get the young dwarf and his brother out. "Come on!"

"There's only one thing that can save us now," the wizard clarified with an explanation, ushering the other dwarves towards the exit. "Daylight! Run, all of you!".

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

Some goblins were kicked, some were shoved, others were beheaded and stabbed. Fili narrowly missed being shot, but he thought quickly and signaled Kili to help him with the ladder, pushing off the many goblins that were rushing towards them, in the process. As they made it the bridges, they swayed dangerously, but they made it to the final platform. This was the only path that lead outside.

As they attempted to cross, the Goblin King suddenly broke through from underneath, and pulled himself up onto the bridge in front of the Company. At the same moment, hundreds of goblins approached them from all sides. "You thought you could escape me?", The Gobin King stepped towards them, mace in hand, then brought it back to swing. "What are you going to do now?"

From above, Saeril took notice of the Goblin King blocking their path. At full speed in flight, she sliced at the hand that held the mace, that was about to be swung, before slicing his middle clean open. After a brief pause, the Goblin King looked to his wound, then back to the group. "That'll do it", and with a final swing, Saeril slit his throat.

His weight was causing the bridge to shake, and the section of the bridge on which the company stood upon, broke away from the rest of the bridge, and started to slide down the side of the cavern at an alarming pace. Everything was demolished on the way, and there were plenty of yells and screams from varying members. As the bridge fell, Saeril took notice upon Yavanna and the dwarves falling with it. She tried to catch up with them, but lost her wind current, and fell with them. The bridge slowed just in time, breaking apart, and burying the dwarves in the timber and wood; the winged she-elf landing non-gracefully, just a few feet away from the wreckage.

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

After seeing the light from the princess getting brighter, Saeril covered her eyes while the goblins, including their King, screeched in pain at the pinching of the radiance of Yavanna's being. Once the creatures were vulnerable, the winged she-elf dropped her act and knocked away a few, who tried to leap upon her, once they've recovered from Yavanna's light.

Scrambling for their weapons, the dwarves fought their way through the caves of goblin town. One by one, a goblin jumped at them here and there as the winged elf took flight ahead of them, clearing the bridges by violently colliding into the small goblins off to the side.

Flexibility in her flying, Saeril sliced, kicked, punched, scratched, screeched, and feats of agility were powerful, being able to have the capability to knock away the foul creatures.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

It's going good so far. Gonna be extremely busy this week, but I'll do the best I can to keep up :)

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

There was no way he could forget Saeril's power, and that was the one thing that could strike fear into his being. Therefore he remained wary of her presence.

The Goblin King scoffed a harsh laugh at Thorin's claim. “So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” At that, he turned to the smallest goblin there. “Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize...and someone else that may be of interest to him." By 'someone else', he meant Yavanna.

Saeril didn't expect Azog the Defiler to be brought up, and unfortunately, she had that guilt again. However, she masked it quick. Like, really quick. She cursed out in Black Speech fluently, knowing it was the language of the dark forces, and the forbidden tongue of Middle Earth; rarely anyone has deciphered this tongue, and none wished to learn it.

Stomping a heeled foot loudly, her luminous eyes seemingly glowed. "Foolish creature, he's nothing to you!", Saeril spat in venom, merely defending Thorin; this was the temperament of a creature who committed chaos and destruction. Crossing her was most definitely not wise.

The Great Goblin jumped a little (as much as his massive form would allow) when Saeril stompped a foot and spoke her piece. "A friend of Thorin's now, are you? Odd...considering your past." At that, he smirked crulley, then looked to the group of dwarves before him. Now that Azog was being sent for, he felt braver than he may have normally. “Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You’ll be beaten and battered, from racks you’ll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin Town.” Again, he was trying to taunt them, he was daring them to make a move.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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After having to look at the photo on her desk, memories of their eighteen years together came to her like a flash...

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A little girl, around the age of 6, runs down the street. She wears a huge grin, and her short blonde hair bounces behind her. It was the first day of school, and she was so excited to go. The morning sun had just barely started peaking over the roofs of the city buildings, and the streets were already busy.

"Torunn!" A dark haired woman shouts from behind her. Torunn giggles and stops just long enough to turn and see the woman walking after her, before taking off running again. "Torunn slow down!"

"Mommy, come on!" The girl shouts back, waving her forward. "We're going to miss the bus." The girls mother shook her head and chuckled.

"No, we won't. We're early." She replied as she caught up with her daughter. Torunn started to turn and run again, but her mother grabbed her hand and held fast. "We won't be late." She reassured.

As they neared the bus stop, Torunn started hopping in excitement. "Look mom, the bus. It's the bus!" She started trying to run to the bus. Her mother stopped her and turned the girl to face her. Kneeling down to her level, she smiled and planted a kiss to her forehead. "Have fun, and be good." She said before kissing her cheek this time. "I love you."

"Love you too mommy." Torunn said quickly before she ran to the bus and stood in line to get on. She looked at her mom and smiled, waving, before an got on, and headed to school.

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"Mom, can I start wearing makeup?" Torunn stared in the mirror and scrunched her face up. She would look so much better with it. At least she thought she would. "Mom?"

"What makes you think you need makeup?" Lochilla asked as she came to the bathroom door and leaned against its frame.

"Mom, I'm ugly. I need makeup. Besides, I'm 10 years old now." Torunn said matter of factly. Lochilla smiled and shook her head. She walked into the bathroom and got on her knees, looking in the mirror next to Torunn.

"You know what I see?" She asked as she looked at Torunn in the mirror. Lochilla grabbed the girls shoulder length hair and let it slip through her hand slowly. "I see a beautiful young lady, that doesn't need makeup. I see a young lady that is more beautiful without it." Torunn scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"You're just saying that because you're my mom." She said with a smile she was trying to fight off. Although she didn't think she was pretty, her mom, and everyone else seemed to think so.

"I'm saying it, because its true." Torunn turned and looked at her mother face to face, then smiled, and wrapped her arms around her neck in a tight hug. Torunn may have not believed she was pretty, but Lochilla knew, without a doubt, that she was beautiful, and that beauty would only get better as she grew.

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"Torunn, what happened?" Lochilla asked, concern in her voice. The girl in question stopped her trek to her room and remained still. She knew her mother had seen the bruising, or She would have asked. "Torunn, what happened?" She asked again as she came up to the teenager anf placed her hand on her shoulder. Torunn lifted her head and looked at her mother, her face neutral. Her left cheek and underneath her eye were bruised.

"Some girl at school though it would be funny to hit the girl that doesn't fight. Just to see if she could get her to." Yes, Torunn hated confrontation, and she hated to fight, yet some girl try to get her to. Why, she didn't know. Lochilla looked in her daughter's eyes.

"Did you?" She asked, genuinely curious. Torunn shook her head and looked away from her mom.

"No, I didn't. You know I hate to fight mom." The girl adjusted her backpack and start to head to her room again, when her mother grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Mom, just let me go." Torunn said in irritation.

"Torunn, listen to me. One day, you're going to have to fight." Torunn just shook her head and pulled her hand from her mother's grasp.

"Not If I can help it." She said as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. Lochilla stayed in the Sam spot and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head.

"Teenagers. If only she knew."

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Lochila was in the middle of the call for another hour that afternoon, and part of her wondered if she should listen to the person on the receiving end. Tracing her emerald-green eyes around the room, the raven-black haired woman did just that: Listened (though her powers of hypnosis have been doing most of the work to control the people within her job). If she ever used those said-powers, her eyes glow brighter in that natural green color, implying that the said-power is in effect upon the person on the receiving end. It was the easiest way to earn the highest pay of living on Earth a little longer.

The more money, the longer she would be able to support both herself and Torunn. Twirling the pen in her hand, the goddess stood up for her seat at the large desk, and wrote down an important notice on her calendar. After making the note, the glow in her eyes faded, going back to their natural-dim tone. She ended the call, shortly after, until she leaned back in her chair.

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

The dwarves were lead down a makeshift bridge of sorts, one that was certain to break if one more ounce was added to it. When they came to the throne room, the Goblin King rose from his seat, his skin sagging to the very floor in which he stood. “Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?”
“Dwarves and an Elf, Your Malevolence”, a goblin spoke up.
The Goblin King scoffed in surprise. “Really?”
Ignoring the death glares, the goblin nodded. “We found them on the front porch.”
“Well, don’t just stand there; search them!"

From above, Saeril stayed still, glaring down at the scene, only to find that Bilbo was missing. Where was the Hobbit?

When the search was over, The Goblin King spoke once more. “What are you doing in these parts? Speak!”
A response was not given, only glares of disdain, but that was no matter to him. “Well then, if they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Starting with the pretty she-elf.”

"Enough!", a stern female voice yelled over the commotion as a dark figure with luminous yellow-green eyes flew down with great speed, and landed before them. "Disappointing, isn't it, oh goblin king?", she was really acting, pretending to still side with the pale orc, as she used to command the Goblin King in the past.

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

It was too late for everyone to get prepared, and the last thing Saeril saw, was that she and everyone else were falling into a cavern. Stopping, she was glad that she wasn't in the pile of them, but what she didn't want to see was small figures of goblins before her. "Incoming!", she called to the others as she moved out of the way, but she soon felt regret while the dwarves did not move, only to be attacked.

It was goblin town, the she-elf thought as she watched from behind a rock, seeing the dwarves being taken to huge cavern that was swarming with goblins. Taking flight, she made sure to not be seen by anyone by flying above the pack in the shadows, where her outfit made camouflaging easier.