maximus-rex

What have you seen, there, when dragon flame flooded Erebor like a river?.. Burning stone, and burning gold, and burning flesh. Death and loss. We can see it in your eyes though you try hard to hide all that you have to bear on your shoulders. For we've seen so little, and know so little, our hearts are open. We're young and have a lot of strength you need so much. Take it. You are the universe, shining eternity we follow in the dark like two stars reflecting your light. Please trust us to guard your back like you've always guard us in our lives. We'll never let you down. By the name of Durin and the name of Aule we swear to love you ti

Gold. A 'Hobbit' oneshot with Thorin/Fili/Kili, rated R for depressive situation and all characters death (The Battle of Five Armies) Battlefield tastes of gold, steel and blood. Everything goes crimson and ruby and too fast to react. The brightest, goldest shine is where your hands rest on Fili's and Kili's chests in uncle's last blessing. You've found twice and lost twice, and the most important thing now isn't even Erebor, though it is still deadly important. The thing is the heartbeat. Slow, decreasing heartbeats your beloved nephews still have. And you rise up – again and again, even if gold tastes of blood, and blood tastes of l

Everything was silvery-white. And a little bit shining. A bright, unnatural, lifeless light. The source of this light was a huge flaring sphere spreading blue waves in all directions. And there, in this sphere, he was. His feet weren't touching the ground, he hung in emptiness, surrounded by light, his hands holding a small ball, playing all shades of blue, green, yellow, brown ... He was holding Earth. The tension around the sphere grew; it seemed the air suddenly became viscous and heavy – neither to turn nor to breathe. The tips of his fingers, holding the miniature Earth, were shining, and a light smile was on his face, but in