"The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that." Fairies are one of the oldest race of beings in Arda -once they called Numenór home- but Arethusa watched as the sea claimed the island from the helm of a ship as the survivors fled to Middle Earth. She has wandered for several lifetimes and has seen nearly all there is. Long had she set aside her bow and sward for, in truth, a healer's hands see more blood than a warrior's. Over the years, she had grown to love the ways of hobbits and there is no hobbit she adores more than Bilbo Baggins. When her visit is interrupted by a band of uncouth dwarves and her dear friend goes running out his door on an adventure what can she do but follow? A Thorin Oakenshield Story [Highest Rankings] #1 in The Hobbit #1 in Thorin #1 in Thorin Oakenshield #1 in Richard Armitage

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 | ❝IT HURTS TO KNOW YOU WILL NEVER LOOK AT ME THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU.❞ ☆ amazing cover by @argentwitch

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]