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4 yrs ago
Death Note.
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4 yrs ago
After a painfully long hiatus...I'm finally back, and hoping to write + meet people again.
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6 yrs ago
Time to go on semi-hiatus. I'll reply once in a while when I can find the motivation, but until then, I need a break.
7 yrs ago
When you finally stand up for yourself but you stutter. Feels bad man.
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8 yrs ago
writing helps with my depression but when I'm depressed I don't have the motivation to write.
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Thank you Siaya Dragalorn for creating the banner/header!


Hey, welcome to my profile. I've been writing since I was a kid, and it's something I'm very passionate about. I'm not sure what else to put here, but don't hesitate to reach out if you think we'd hit it off. BTW, I'm an adult, so I would prefer to write with people closer to my age.


Seeking: Not...sure...
Limits: Romance-wise, nothing explicit. But I'm pretty lenient for everything else (within reason).
Reply status as of 1/13/24: Getting back to a decent pace.

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"You knew?" The tables were now turned, and Kili was not quite sure how to take it. The amusement from his features faded completely; he did not have the upper hand in this, Fili had known all along! They did not keep secrets from one another -- not for this long. The younger of the two felt quite foolish for having missed their guardian for so many years. Had he really been so unobservant?

"You should have told me." Again, he felt cheated, and it showed in his tone. Kili may have known her for many years before this, had Fili told him. The prince felt a bit conflicted, though he was thankful to have her now. Meeting her was indeed a surprise, one that he was yet to overcome.

Saeril surprised Kili once more by extending her arms out to him. At that, Kili moved towards her, and then he gave their godmother a hug, one that was long overdue.
Kili followed without hesitation, though his mind quite preoccupied by the idea of flying. What must have everything looked like from the sky? The world must have looked so very beautiful from up there. Right then, his brother showed up, and his timing could not have been more perfect.

"Fili, there you are!" Kili brightened at once; he'd hoped to introduce the two without the rest of the company asking questions. 'Delva' had been important to both, and she was the godmother to Fili as well. "This is Saeril," Kili introduced the two, and he looked between both to see what their reaction may have been to the other.

"Do you recognize her?" The youngest knew for a fact that Fili would not have, but he could not resist holding out on her true identity. Hopefully Fili would believe him when he did tell; he hadn't a drop of ale, after all.
Kili had plenty more he wished to ask in regards to her ability to fly, though he refrained from doing so. At least for now. Rather than respond, he nodded slowly, he could not believe what he'd seen. "Is that magic, then? How your wings turn into a cloak...is that a spell of some sort?" Magic was another thing he'd yet to see, and he was just bursting with things to tell his brother once they had a moment to speak.

"Kili! You'd best not be smuggling tankards of ale." Dwalin seemed to have come to conclusion that Thorin's youngest nephew snuck away to drink more ale than a dwarf of his size should. "You'll need to keep an eye on him, Fili! We haven't even set out yet, and he's gettin' himself lost."

Grimacing lightly, Kili rose from his chair before Dwalin might come up with more theories as to his disappearance. "Fili won't be able to believe it -- does Thorin know of you?" Even as they walked, he continued to ask questions.
"Me? Do you truly mean that?" Kili could not believe his good fortune; had to sit himself down to comprehend what this might mean. It was no secret that Kili was a dreamer, he dreamed of many things. Of reclaiming their homeland, of aiding Thorin in battle. He dreamed of seeing new places and faraway lands...but never in his life had he considered seeing these things from the sky.

"I would like that -- I would like that a great deal." Kili could not get over this, and he could not seem to take his eyes off of the powerful wings so near to him. "I never even heard of...well, aside from birds, and dragons," in his own excitement he started to ramble a bit; their journey had yet to begin, and here he was offered the possibility to one day fly.

"KILI! Where are ya, lad?!" Dwalin's gruff, irritable voice broke through his thoughts, and Kili nearly jumped out of his seat. He'd forgotten about the others.
This answer was not at all what he'd anticipated. Dis would not have given that title to just anyone -- she'd always been fiercely protective of her sons, especially after the loss of their father, and so for her to have given this role to Saeril was an honor. While it did hurt to have been cheated of this, Kili did remember Saeril's kindness, and he could see the regret in her eyes. This was something he wished to correct.

Kili could not help but pity her. For a long while, he was quiet, as he was trying to look at the situation from her perspective. "I suppose I can't blame you too much...as I'm sure you've seen, we were quite the handful," he joked because wished to keep things light, and wanted to show that he held no ill will against her. "I'm sure others may have run, too."

The prince's smile faded when she spoke of her own appearance. It was true that he'd never seen another like her, but this was the furthest he'd ever been from the Blue Mountains. There was much in Middle Earth that he'd yet to see. "I'm not afraid of you," he reassured her hurriedly, and that was the truth. Rather than fear, he felt awestruck, though he had completely missed out on the fact that she had wings.

Once they were revealed to him, his eyes widened in shock. "Are those wings?" The question sounded so absurd; he could not help but stare. Balin was the storyteller of their group, and even he had yet to speak of a creature with wings. Aside from Smaug, of course. The next question escaped him before he could stop himself; and the voices from the next room were now drown out completely to him. "Can you fly??"
Finally, confirmation. Kili could barely keep the smile off of his face. Dis had always been the sole mother figure in his life, and to have a godmother was something to be cherished. "I knew it." This felt a dream; never in his life had he believed this meeting possible. Until now, Delva had always been a spirit, but here she was in the flesh.

"I've kept everything -- the gifts, and the letters," he explained in a rush of childlike excitement. "Well. I kept the the ones I could keep, that is." Some gifts of nature were not always lasting, but the young dwarf kept them for as long as he could.

There were so many things he wished to know, and so much he had yet to tell Fili. Kili wasn't sure where to begin. Growing up, he'd often been scoffed at by the other dwarves his age. They'd accused him of being foolish for believing in her, and despite many taunts and rude remarks, Kili had refused to agree that she was only a figment of his imagination.

"But...why now? Why did you not show yourself before?" This was something that made very little sense to him -- of all places, why The Shire? Home was far away.
Kili stood a bit straighter when Dis was spoken of; how could she have known her? Slowly, things were starting to connect within his mind. "You knew my mother?" This seemed to surprise him; why had Dis not mentioned this before?

"The infants with her, that must have been Fili and I." The thought was somewhat amusing -- and a bit sad. Already Kili missed their mother, but he did promise to return. This was a promise he intended to keep; the runestone in his pocket reminded him of that.

"When we were young, we used to receive gifts...letters...but no sender was ever revealed, and so we named the sender ourselves. We called her Delva." Kili seemed far away, his gaze was set upon fire before he resumed eye contact. "We believed her to be a spirit, and sometimes...even if Fili couldn't, I could feel her presence...just as I feel that now." Kili watched Saeril carefully for a reaction. Talk like this may make him appear mental, but he could not back down now. It was a risk worth taking, if his suspicions were true.

Kili found her response to be just as mysterious as she was. How could he have known her? Did she know him? While he normally may have said no, he did sense something, and so he hesitated. Brows furrowed, he rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous habit.

"I feel that I know you, but I have never seen you." This confused the young dwarf; he found this woman to be very gentle, almost in a motherly fashion. Something about her presence was familiar, though her name was not. "That doesn't make much sense, does it?" There was a pause after that, and he found himself wondering if she was well known as Gandalf had been. Was she a user of magic? Perhaps she was royalty. It was now that he wished he had questioned Gandalf beforehand.

Kili turned his attention to the fire as well, though he sideways glanced to her. "Should I know you?" The prince really did wish for more answers, and he was rather frustrated with himself for not knowing. In many ways, he was naive. Some stories had not been told to him, though he had heard rumors here and there...much of the truth regarding their Delva, and her past, he did not know.
Perfect, thank you! Perhaps he's heard a bit here and there. I'll write up a response.
Hi! So I have a few questions regarding Kili -- how well would he know her?
Would he recognize her from appearance or name? Or does he just have like a feeling that she is their protector?
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