Fed up with the tediousness of the crypt like feel of your clan’s mountain home you had snuck through the gates unaccompanied. The forest had often proved your friend. The quiet solitude away from the complaints and constant buzz of activity of your fellow clansmen (clanspeople?) and surrounded by only the comings and goings of the woodland creatures and insects allowed you to unwind.
Travelling down the narrow path to your favourite spot that led to a small babbling brook you noticed that the path had been travelled recently. The brush had been damaged, the wild flora trampled. It was unusual as the path was hidden, unknown to most occupants of the mountain. You made a note to be weary of anything suspicious but continued on your way.
After a pleasant walk you found yourself at the small brook. Signs of a large, abandoned campsite were scattered around the clearing surrounding the stream. Yet you found nobody there and made yourself comfortable at a distance to the leftover clutter. Unpacking your small satchel, you began to fetch your lunch when a glint caught your eye. Surprised you crawled forward on your knees and retrieved the object from the river.
Fed up with the tediousness of the crypt like feel of your clan’s mountain home you had snuck through the gates unaccompanied. The forest had often proved your friend. The quiet solitude away from the complaints and constant buzz of activity of your fellow clansmen (clanspeople?) and surrounded by only the comings and goings of the woodland creatures and insects allowed you to unwind.
Travelling down the narrow path to your favourite spot that led to a small babbling brook you noticed that the path had been travelled recently. The brush had been damaged, the wild flora trampled. It was unusual as the path was hidden, unknown to most occupants of the mountain. You made a note to be weary of anything suspicious but continued on your way.
After a pleasant walk you found yourself at the small brook. Signs of a large, abandoned campsite were scattered around the clearing surrounding the stream. Yet you found nobody there and made yourself comfortable at a distance to the leftover clutter. Unpacking your small satchel, you began to fetch your lunch when a glint caught your eye. Surprised you crawled forward on your knees and retrieved the object from the river.
A pendant sat in your palm, the gold chain and pendant gleaming from the droplets that still clung to it from its icy bath. A ruby as red as blood was set in the middle surrounded my small runic inscriptions. Despite recognising the dwarven runes of your race you could not make out what they said. You could only guess that they were centuries old from a forgotten sub-dialect. Finding a clasp on the side you opened the pendant to find that it was in fact a locket containing a new family portrait. A family of five was proudly posed in the portrait and you stopped to admire the eldest son. He was rather regal and handsome. You blushed and scolded yourself at your snooping, though it did nothing to quell your heightened excitement of finding the lockets owner. Quickly gathering up your belongings you slipped the antique pendant securely in your bag and rushed back to your kingdom to find out as much as you could about the newfound treasure and the occupants of the camp.
It turned out that a small group of dwarves from the newly lost kingdom of Erebor had sought out the safety and aid of (Y/K/N) as they continued their search of a new home. How you had missed such news you did not know. You were excited and disappointed in equal measures. Learning about where such a treasure had come from thrilled you and yet you felt guilty in being unable to return such a valuable and likely prized possession to its owner, especially one who likely had lost most of their possessions in the Sack of Erebor. Alas, all you could do for the time was keep the antique prize safe.
You had followed the news that flowed into (Y/K/N) of the Ereborian refugees for several years since you had come across the pendant. The dwarves had finally settled in the Blue Mountains, their leader Thorin carving them out new halls. Thorin’s halls were said to be much more modest than the riches that the Long Beards had once been accustomed to. Though you supposed after all this time they were relieved to have finally found a place to settle.
Deciding that you had held onto the possession for long enough you decided to make the trek to the Blue Mountains with a caravan of traders from your kingdom who were headed there. There was safety in numbers, and you were far too timid, and perhaps smart, to travel the roads on your own. Your companions proved friendly enough and made sure to make you feel included amongst their ranks, something you deeply appreciated.
However, after a month of travel you were relieved to set your sights upon the Blue Mountain settlement. It had been a long and tiring journey as you were unused to such conditions or lengths of travel. Unsure of where to start you decided to accompany your companions to Thorin’s halls. You were unsure of who would greet you but were hopeful that they could perhaps recognise one of the dwarves in the portrait.
A kindly dwarf who was getting on in his years greeted you and took a log of the merchants and their goods. Having introduced himself as Balin, friend and aide to Thorin Oakenshield, you knew that he would be a good person to ask about the locket. So, once the formalities were finished and the merchants had begun to disperse you approached him.
“Forgive me Balin, my name is (Y/N). I travelled here with the caravan from (Y/K/N). Many years ago, I found a locket in a campsite near to our mountain and was told that it likely came from one of your people. There is a portrait in the locket, and I was hoping that you may recognise the family” you politely questioned. Balin looked surprised, “You are very kind to have travelled such a journey to try and find the owner. I would be happy to help. Show me the image and I will try to help.”
Retrieving the locket from a secure pocket in your pack you unclasped it and gestured for Balin to take. Upon casting his eyes upon it the elderly darrows eyes bulged. “I do not have to see the portrait to know who this belongs to” Balin breathlessly spoke, “Follow me.” With that he turned and began too hastily pace away. Left with the locket in your hand and your pack undone you quickly gathered your things together and raced after him.
After rushing down several long hallways Balin came to a stop at a large door. Knocking heavily on the door he did not pause to hear the answer before he pushed it open and gestured you inside. You found a darrow sat at a large desk pouring over some maps, though he had paused to look at the two of you. Though he had aged slightly since the drawing had been done, you recognised the darrow as the eldest son in the locket.
“This dam has found something of yours and has come all the way from (Y/K/N) to return it Thorin” Balin grinned. Thorin. As in the Prince of the sacked kingdom. Mahal. You stepped forward timidly under the intense stare of the darrow. Reaching into your pocket you pulled the locket out and stretched it out towards him. “I found this in a brook outside of (Y/K/N) not long after your people had passed through. I felt guilty holding onto it as it looked like a family heirloom, so I travelled here to return it to the owner not realising it was yours my prince. Balin was the one who recognised that you were the owner.”
Thorin, who had risen from his desk and made his way over to the pair of you, carefully took it from your hand brow furrowed. “What do you want for it? Surely you did not do this from the kindness of your heart” Thorin interrogated cautiously. “I only ask that I may have a dry place to sleep until I can return with the merchants home” you asked sincerely. Thorin taken aback by your answer nodded. “Very well, you will stay with my family in our home.”
*Everyone making plans for my surprise birthday party*
Me, opening the front door: i’m home!
Stephen: Quick, start a normal conversation !
Everyone:…….
Loki, to Bucky : and then I let Thanos snap my neck-
Thor:*cries*
Clint: *climbs into the vents*
Sam: *starts watering the pavement*
Tony: J.A.R.V.I.S play a song -
Jarvis: *plays country road *
Peter,Scott and Morgan: *screaming* COUNTRY ROAAAADDDD TAKE ME HOOOOMMEEEE-
Mobius: I’m taking the fish for a walk *runs away*
Me: we don’t have a fish….. WAIT FISH DON’T-
Natasha, Steve, Bruce and Wanda: *sigh*
*at Middle Earth*
Me: ugh I hate birthdays! why is it even made such a big deal. I didn’t even expect to live past 15 i sm just going to go sleep all day. why do you want to celebrate getting closer to death-
Legolas and Haldir: we picked you your favorite flower
Elrond and Lindir: we brought you your favorite books from Rivendell
Bilbo: i brought you cake and your favorite food on behalf of the hobbits
Thorin: i had my people craft you a necklace as a token of my appreciation…
Thranduil *kicking Thorin out of his way*: my love! it is time for your birthday hugs and kisses-
Bard: do you not give her that everyd-
Thranduil: THIS IS DIFFERENT! WE SHALL BE SPENDING THE ENTIRE DAY TOGETHER AND I SHALL BE SPOILING YOU THE WHOLE DAY AS YOUR HUSBAND!
Legolas: ADA DO NOT STEAL HER! I HAVE PLANS TOO!
Thorin: I DID NOT DESERVE TO BE KICKED
*que chaos and hands being thrown*
Me*Thranduil engulfing me completely in his embrace as I stand in stunned silence*:….. it’s my birthday for a whole month on Earth-
*at 221 B*
Me:………
John:……….
Mycroft:……….
Moriarty:………..
Sherlock:………
Me:……… what is this James?
Moriarty *excited*: it’s your gift!
John: it’s a severed hand……
Mycroft: of the person who looked at Sherlock’s girlfriend the wrong way…..
Moriarty: anything for my favorite nemesis’ girlfriend!
Me: you didn’t have to do this, i would have….. appreciated a watch or someth-
Sherlock: i personally love the sentiment you are the best enemy ever
John *flipping the table*: SHERLOCK IT’S A SEVERED HAND-
Avengers:
Me in middle earth on the idea of celebrating birthdays:
