what if all the scenerios we make up in our head are actually real events happening in an alternative universe and we’re actually connecting with our alternate self’s mind
my alternate self is getting some serious dick
i hope my alternate self enjoys middle earth
what do we say to the god of death?
me: sean bean is that way
Sneak peeks for the next chapter - currently with the beta’s, so should be up in a few days!
“Queen Under the Mountain, eh?” Bofur asked with a grin after they took their leave of Alfrid and the Master and descended the dais.
“Shut up,” Lizzy muttered, feeling her cheeks redden slightly.
“I am not my grandfather,” Thorin replied grimly, turning away from Balin and his misplaced concern – and, in doing so, saw the profile of the huge statue of Thror that concealed the staircase to the door, the features stern and intractable, similarities that were easily recognisable in his own face. He remembered his conversation with Elizabeth back in Ered Mithrin, how she was determined to be his salvation and that she believed he was strong enough to defeat the gold-sickness.
With that thought in mind, he turned back to the doorway and drew Orcrist, the blade a solid, familiar weight in his hand, shining in the light of the moon. “I am not my grandfather,” he repeated firmly to himself, and then strode into the darkness that awaited him.