Silverwing Dawning Day Chapter 8Third's Person POV
Orestes flew over to where the owl is kept Shade and Marina prisoned. The great grey owl was stand guard while Shade and Marina were inside the knothole.
"It's like deja vi all over again." He muttered remembering helping them escaped from his dad taking them to towers of fire. He landed as the great grey owl give him glare making him swallow a little.
"Um the princess had ordered me to take over your duty." He announced while the great grey owl gives him a puzzled look.
"But sir, I thought the princess's orders have all the owls guarding the sky watching for humans or any other creatures come in our prison." Orestes shrugs his shoulder.
"Alright then, I just go back and report the princess you didn't follow her order and see what's in her mind." He replied spreading his wings but the great grey owl shook his head fast. "Wait! Ferrywell then. I'll take to the sky to lookout for humans or other creatures." The great grey owl spoke not wanting
Silverwing Twilight Night Chapter 17Ashley's POV
I sighed and opened my eyes a little still feeling a little sleepy seeing the sun beginning to set. I sighed and snuggle up more. I never felt so warm and comfortable like I'm in my bed covered in my blanket while I smiled a little and ran my finger through some mane. Wait, a mane? I felt something moving under me and breathing. My eyes started to adjust and saw Goth snoring quietly showing his sharp teeth a little. Oh right. I thought. Now I remember what happen last night or morning I should say as I glance around and saw Throbb with Shade and Marina under his wing with the stick in his mouth sleeping. He was snoring loudly while his mouth was drooling. I look away in disgust and looked out of the cave wanting to see the sun before it sets down like I did at the Mainland. I quietly tried to push his wing to get out but his wings were stubborn and he pulls me closer to him. I tried again and again and then I manage to get off wi
Beauty and the Beast (ThorinxReader)Today had been a particularly good one in your opinion. The weather was fair, the traveling was smooth, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had been in high spirits. The hours passed quickly as you listened intently to their stories and songs. You never grew tired of their grand tales, even though you were convinced that some of them had received more than their fair share of embellishment.
After you had all stopped to make camp for the night, Bofur approached you and asked, "Why don't you tell us a story, lass? You've been listening to us rattle on all day. We'd like to hear from you."
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure any story I'd tell would be boring compared to those whoppers you came up with earlier."
You laughed when he covered his heart with his hand and feigned a shocked expression. "I'll have you know that every single tale of mine is completely, totally, and genuinely accurate...to a degree."
"Go on!" A few of the others piped in. "Tell us a story!"
"Alright, just give me a minu
[Smaug x Reader] Heart (Part 1)My family had always been poor. My parents, my grandparents, my grandparents' parents and so on. Generation for generation, my family suffered from poverty and hunger. When I was younger my parents had told me the story of our ancestors who had angered one of the mightiest magical creatures, its name had been long forgotten, and got cursed by it. Every member of my family constantly lost their job, house and money for the most ridiculous reasons.
My grandfather's house had burned down because of a shard of glass that reflected the sunlight so that it lit up they hay in his barn, my aunt lost her job as a bartender because everyone nearby suddenly decided to never drink alcohol again, my cousin had to close his barber shop because he broke both his hands when a horse trampled over them while he was trying to pick up the keys that he dropped. Ever since that fated day he is unable to move his fingers properly.
Just a few days ago our newest home in Laketown disappeared in the depths of t
Too Young - The Hobbit - Reader Insert
"I can hold my own pack, thank you."
It took some convincing, but the dwarves finally let you carry your own things. At first you thought they were just trying to be friendly, but after a few rather personal questions from Bofur, you reveled you were only seventeen, which you began to believe was a terrible mistake.
They suffocated you with questions and unwanted assists, not even letting you to mount your own steed without help. It was sweet at first, to see how the dwarves cared for the young, but it got annoying rather quickly.
"It's not too hot for you, is it?" Bombur asked you over the campfire while you ate from your bowl of soup.
"It's fine, Bombur."
"You didn't cool it for them?" Bofur rose a brow. "Come on, cos!"
"I didn't think on it..."
Bofur shook his head at his bigger relative while Bifur looked over your food suspiciously, but simply shrugged his shoulders and patted your head.
This wasn't nearly as bad to what other things you've endured form the company.
They would nev
Thorin x Reader Snow White 13 DwarvesParody of Snow White & The “13” Dwarves
(Thorin x Reader)
based off of the following picture.
Once upon a time in a far away kingdom there lived a beautiful young princess with (h/l & h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c). who went by the name of (y/n). She was considered a beauty by all of her people, however where beauty is found so too is jealousy. Princess (y/n) had lost both of her birth parents; her mother died of a
terrible illness when she was only a child. Her father was heartbroken and he soon found love once more with a maiden from the village.The maiden herself while being
beautiful found herself envious of the king’s daughter. And waited for the day when she could rule the kingdom and cast out the young princess. A few years had
passed since then and the king, (y/n)’s
Jumper [Human!Smaug/Reader]"Th-they've kicked me o-out," you cry as soon as you walk into the great chamber, frantically wiping your eyes while you stumble down the crumbling stairs. You step heavily into the gold, walking aimlessly forward until that whom you seek speaks, voice echoing slightly in the vast room.
Despite being loud, his voice is deep and gentle when he speaks to you, inquiring, "Who kicked you out, pet? What has happened?"
You sniffle, rubbing your [e/c] eyes until they ache, and wipe your nose with the back of your wrist before answering, "My village… they've found out that I've been visiting you, Smaug… they said that I would bring damnation to all the people, that you would kill them. Oh Smaug, why would they think that? You're so kind, so gentle! I-I just don't know why they've banished me for befriending you… My own mother and father would not hug me goodbye. I don't know if I can stand it, Smaug; I loved them so dearly and they dropped me in the blink of an eye. I don'
You felt a familiar tingle travel up your spine and repressed the urge to shudder. Without turning around you knew why you felt this way, or rather, you knew who was making you feel this way. You peeked behind you, confirming the worst, he was here alone.
“He's here again.” one of the other bar maids muttered in a sing song tone, “Just sort of staring.”
You nodded curtly, keeping your attention on the mugs you were cleaning. She gave you a doubtful look, chewing absently on her lower lip before bustling off. You stayed where you were, not wanting to look behind you, knowing that when you did you would find yourself enraptured by pair of ice-blue eyes.
What was his name? Ah yes, Thorin. The blacksmith's would often boast very loudly of how well he worked in the forges, then turn around and laugh at how they had cheated the dwarf out of a good portion of his pay.
Ellie (the only bar maid you were friends with) slid over to you, tapping you roughly on