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    A college-au/pick-up-at-a-bar threesome fic because sometimes that what you want to write.

    "Give me your phone."

    She paused before she did. He had ordered himself another drink and she helped herself to a sip as she opened the phone app and set up the right number before she handed it over. He watched her take another drink from his glass and then once more before he hit the call button.

    "Hey," the voice on the other end said. Flat and even and unbothered.

    "Your girlfriend is drinking my very expensive glass of pinot grigio and trying to pick me up at a terrible bar off-campus," he said.

    "Yeah, she mentioned that."

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    01 Sep 2021

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    'Surely if ever there was a time to tell Gimli it was then, flush with an impossible victory.

    Except he had said nothing, for there was ever more to do and never time, never time to pull Gimli aside and taste the mouth hidden beneath the fall of his moustache, to fit his slim, Eleven hands into ones coarse with callouses from the handle of an axe, to tell Gimli that every song Legolas sang, every smile and laugh and every step forward he had taken since their path darkened was bolstered only by Gimli at his side, to speak to him of Elvish courting rituals and run his fingers through Gimli’s russet hair and ask if he would allow Legolas to twist an Elvish braid in it, something to mark to all the world, even if only his Elven eyes would understand, that Gimli was tied to him.

    To ask Gimli to teach him all the impossible ways their bodies might fit together.'

     

    The night before the Battle of the Black Gate, and several days after.

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    31 Aug 2021

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    From a Hobbitkink prompt:

    The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

    The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair.

    (Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

     

    (Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger.

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    30 Aug 2021

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    After everything, there is the cleanup.

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    28 Aug 2021

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    After arriving at Beorn's halls, Bilbo is conscripted into helping Óin rebandage Thorin's wounds. And I'm not giving the rest away, except to be appalled at myself for embracing dwarrow humor so. ::facepalms::

    (Previously known as Hurt/Comfort Humor Romance Dwarrow Courting Ritual Fic Which Stubbornly Remains Untitled. Most humble thanks to Darth Stitch, muse wrangler and dear enabler.)

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    19 Aug 2021