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    Only recently formed, the Fellowship find themselves at the mercy of ancient spirits of the forest, and Legolas sacrifices more than he intends to help rescue his new friends.

    He is tormented by the worst memories that thousands of years of life can create, but Aragorn has no intention of seeing him suffer, and will do everything he can to save him.

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    26 Dec 2024

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    the single greatest fellowship aralas fic i've ever read XD

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    02 Jan 2025

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    There's so much pain, and yet, Wade is never weighed down by it. He still manages to live his life without drowning, to fight through it. And isn't that a beautiful thing, something to admire?

    "Maybe you can give me a cigar-shopping tour another time?" Logan tries to soften his rejection.

    The shift in Wade's eyes is immediate. Another star shines. It's not as bright as before, but it's there. And in that moment, Logan finds that maybe, he'd do anything to make sure Wade always has stars in his eyes.


    Or, two broken men, living one day at a time.

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    23 Nov 2024

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    amazing incredible gorgeous reread this immeadiately

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    It’s barely audible, but he knows what he heard. A short, four-note whistle, chirping down – E, C#, then jumping up to A, F#, a little trill on the finish. He waits a moment, head turned slightly towards the dim shapes of storage containers between him and the ramp, eyes straining against the blackness. Long, stretching seconds.

    There it is again. His gloved hand, prickling with cold, closes into a fist.

    It’s a wood thrush. A small North American songbird that doesn’t sing at night, doesn’t live in the city. He knows what it means. It means hold, steady, not yet. It means wait for me, I’m behind you.

    1. Ostium, osti(i): Latin noun, II Declension. Translation: Door, opening; (river) mouth; entrance (to the underworld).

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    02 Nov 2024

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    Collection of all my Batfam in one place to make it a little easier...

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    02 Nov 2024