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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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Kili was unsure what could have happened; he didn't believe Saeril capable of an accident such as this. She was much too graceful; this was something he may have done, not an elf. "What happened?" The prince had no choice but to ask, and he moved to see the damage. "Delva?...Are you alright?"

"She?" Thorin's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in a grim line as Fili continued on. The king looked less than pleased, and Bilbo found himself wondering what female would care to travel with such an uncouth group such as this. Dwalin listened intently, his brows furrowed, and even Bombur paused from his plate of food to listen. Just what was going on here?

"Gandalf made no mention of this," Dwalin objected even before Saeril's race was revealed. The last thing he wanted was for a female to accompany them on their quest. This was no place for a dwarven maiden; they were to stay in the mountains where it was safe. "Don't be tellin' me that you're speaking on her behalf, lad."

"Let him speak, Dwalin." Thorin was already on edge, but when Fili mentioned her being an elf, things went dangerously quiet. "An elf wishes to join us?" The words were incredulous, and he gave a scoff as he glared to their wizard. "What amount of gold was she promised, Gandalf?" Sarcasm dripped from the words, and he was angered to find this out only now. "Dwalin is right, you made no mention of this, and for good reason...no elf will come with us to OUR homeland."
I really enjoy your writing; it is enjoyable to read, you describe things well, and as a role player it is also easy to reply to.

I've had a lot of trouble with past RP partners that either write very little (often poorly written) or they are too wordy and it becomes difficult to respond. I'm not picky or anything, but it's really noticeable with some writers. In all honesty, I haven't seen anything that I think needs improving.
"Are you certain?" Kili hadn't meant to foist this off on his big brother. Truth be told, he had hoped that Fili might offer to help, but he did not wish for him to take this on by himself.

It was here that Kili overheard the breaking glass. The sound was enough for his heart to skip a beat, and he looked towards the blond with some alarm. What could have happened? Finally, he gave in and rethought his offer. "Well. Alright...if you do not mind. Thank you, Fili," he thanked his brother earnestly, and he found himself wondering what could have broken. Had one of the company broken the door to one of Bilbo's fine cabinets? He hoped not. Bilbo was upset enough as it was.

Brows furrowed with concern, Kili headed back to the sitting room to report back to Saeril. Upon entering, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the broken glass fragments all over the floor, with only his godmother present.

Thorin had been telling the others of his failed quest to gather dwarves to assist with their journey. Needless to say, Fili's timing was not the best. The king was not in the highest of spirits, and neither were the rest. "What is it, Fili?" There was a touch of impatience within his tone, though he did give him his attention. "If you are referring to Mr. Baggins...he has already made it quite clear that he does not wish to join us."
"Nothing's wrong. Not exactly." Kili released Fili's sleeve, and he cast a glance towards the hall as the others left to discuss Thorin's meeting with the other dwarves. "As soon as she saw Thorin, she seemed a bit panicked." The prince could recall this perfectly; he'd seen how anxious their Delva had become. "She started to put on a crown of sorts...a headdress, I believe." The prince wasn't quite certain how to describe it, and he nearly jumped out of his boots when he overheard footsteps coming their way.

Once he was certain no one was approaching, Kili continued, barely pausing for breath. "She was trying to hide her ears, Fili. She's an elf -- and, well...it is no secret how Uncle feels about elves...but it isn't right. She should be treated with respect; Mother trusted her enough to be our guardian, didn't she?"

Kili chewed his bottom lip, a nervous habit. "I promised to speak with Thorin. Do you think he will listen to reason? I was going to speak my mind earlier, but the others were there...and I couldn't tell if he was in good spirits."
"You can trust me; we're closest of kin." Kili was insistent, he truly believed that Thorin would listen to reason if he handled this properly. "Everything will be alright, I promise." The youngest Durin took her hand in his, and he gave her hand a small, reassuring squeeze. "I'll be right back." Kili smiled to her, then turned to leave, confident that he could speak some sense into his uncle.

As Thorin overlooked the group of dwarves, he took notice that only one nephew was present. "Fili, where is your brother?" If anyone would know, Fili would. The elder of the two was often keeping an eye on him, and for a good cause. Kili was known as the reckless one, after all.

Right then Kili entered the hall, and he tried to get an idea of Thorin's current temperament. "Well, you took your time," he attempted to joke a bit in hopes of reading him better.

"I became lost...on two occasions." Thorin sensed his nephew had more to say, but he did not bother to question him. There were more pressing matters at hand. "We have plenty to discuss, Gandalf." The king started to lead the way into the next room, and Kili lost his courage. Just momentarily.

"Fili," Kili grabbed hold of his sleeve before his brother might join the rest of them. "I need to speak with you -- about Delva," he explained in a rush, as he did not wish to keep their godmother waiting.
“So, this is the Hobbit." It was now that Thorin paid Bilbo the smallest acknowledgement. "Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Bilbo's mannerisms already spoke against this; Thorin was quite sure he'd never picked up a sword, let alone fought with one.

All was confirmed when Bilbo stammered out a small "pardon me?"

Thorin glanced up as Dwalin and the other dwarves gathered in the foyer upon his meeting. “Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?” Again, he was calm, though his gaze was critical at best.

“Well, I have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that’s relevant.” Bilbo wasn't quite on the same page, and he moved aside some so to make room for the crowd of dwarves.

“Thought as much." Thorin glanced to the others now, his tone somewhat mocking. "He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” This earned a few laughs and hearty chuckles from the rest of the group. Bilbo was definitely not a warrior.

"But you're our godmother." To some extent, Kili understood Thorin's hatred for elves. They had denied their people help, after all. Saeril was not one of the ones who had denied help, though. Surely his uncle would not object to her -- would he? This was upsetting. "You shouldn't have to do that," he didn't feel it right that she should have to conceal her own race. "I could speak with him, if you'd like." A one on one conversation with his uncle was a touch intimidating, but Kili was willing.

Thorin nodded in acknowledgement to his eldest nephew; he was glad to see that his kin had arrived safely. The king gave his shoulder a brief squeeze as he passed him by, and then his blue eyes settled to Gandalf. As of now, Bilbo was overlooked completely.

“Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find." Thorin spoke calmly, unaware that their 'burglar' stood a mere three feet away. "I lost my way, twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door.”

Bilbo was aghast, and he looked between them in hopes for an explanation. “Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!”

While this went on, Kili retreated into the same room as his godmother. Her reaction was not at all what he'd thought it would be; she seemed greatly troubled now that Thorin had arrived. "What is it? What's wrong?" The youngest questioned her outright, as he did not see why she would fear him so.

"That must be Thorin!" Kili was relieved at this; he had no reason to worry for his well being (Thorin could handle himself) but it still brought him comfort to know he'd arrived. "Yes, we should," he agreed with her hastily, and he lead her towards the hall just as Bilbo stomped by to get the door for the fifth time that evening. The hobbit was mumbling complaints underneath his breath, and he looked quite frazzled. Kili was a bit amused by the sight; hobbits were strange creatures.

"Now where did Fili run off to?" Kiki hoped he hadn't offended his brother; he did not meant to appear ungrateful. Saeril really was such a wonderful surprise. "I think the others are in the dining area," he explained, though he had to look up to her. "...Perhaps I should see if our host needs any help."

Bilbo got the door easily enough, and there stood yet another dwarf. Unlike the rest, he appeared very calm, stoic, and a touch skeptical. Thorin stepped inside, and he looked the home over, silently judging the interior. To Bilbo, he raised an eyebrow, then awaited him to speak. The hobbit seemed tongue tied, and so Thorin removed his own coat with a sigh. "Where is Gandalf?"
"It is what we want. More than anything." Kili did not think his answer over; he could think of nothing else more important to his kin. Even when he'd been no more than a child, Kili could recall Thorin speaking of Erebor. Smaug had taken everything from them, and it was time to take their land -- and treasure -- back.

For Saeril to come along meant the world to the youngest; he longed to know his godmother better. The journey would be a long one, and he'd have plenty of time to speak with her. This was his hope, anyway. What if Thorin did not accept her? His hatred of elves was of no secret.

Despite his inner worry, he smiled fondly as she placed her hands to either side of his face. Saeril was so kind and gentle, what had he done to deserve a godmother such as this? The kiss on the forehead earned a light blush from Kili, for he felt unworthy.

Kili was indeed thankful that she had once again moved down to his level. Their difference in height really was incredible; aside from Gandalf, Kili had never faced someone so tall. This would take some getting used to. The hug was warm and sincere, and he felt better for it. For so long he'd admired her, and he could not have asked for a nicer gift. Perhaps Fili had been right to keep her a secret after all.

"Have you come to travel with us to Erebor?" The words were a touch muffled, and so moved his face a bit so that he may look to her. Kili had only just met their godmother, he did not wish to part from her so soon. "Is that why you've come with Gandalf?"
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