Zirigosa
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- Part 2 of Bite-sized Tales
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In the slashing rain that turns Stranglethorn’s river to hammered iron and drowns the mangroves in black, the ancient druid Halbrand emerges from the treeline like a wrath long overdue, his massive bear form driving the Venture Company’s screaming workers and mercenaries through the mud with unrelenting fury and calculated terror.
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- Part 1 of Bite-sized Tales
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This is a slow-burn story about my World of Warcraft OC x Canon Character (Gazlowe). It’s stretched over years before anything close to a connection even starts to bloom. It begins with her past—what shaped her, what broke her—and the choices that will eventually pull her toward Ratchet.
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The Baron has work to do.
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"Under Númenórean Skies" by Halfling_MadMax for Zirigosa
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
24 Feb 2025
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In the early dawn, Númenor lay shrouded in a gentle hush, save for the faint rustle of a warm, sea-salted breeze drifting through Lothien’s small, cozy room. Light flickered in through the window, brushing Halbrand’s face where he lay beside her, eyes half-open but brimming with unmistakable admiration as he watched her slowly wake. Her hair, long and dark as night, cascaded over her shoulders and over the bed like a cloak, leaving him practically mesmerized.
“Morning, love,” he murmured, his voice rough and teasing as he leaned over, brushing his lips across her forehead, then down to her cheek in lazy, lingering warmth. There was a wicked gleam in his eye, one that said he knew exactly how his touch made her feel, and he relished every second of it.
Lothien’s eyes fluttered open, a faint smile curving on her lips as she took in the sight of him—Halbrand, ever roguish, looking at her with the kind of intensity that bordered on devotion. “You’re here,” she said softly, a hint of that mischievous spark in her own gaze, though gentler than his. “Didn’t get bored and flee into the city, after all?”
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- Part 12 of "Middle-Earth One-Shots Requests"
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25 Feb 2025