The Small Ones – Chapter 6: The Others Part 1 – Silly Magicians Robin knows that sometimes the others find him strange, he is neither particularly stupid nor blind to the odd looks his behaviour provokes in them. He is strange, he was so in life even to the people of his own time, and he has only become more of himself in death. He knows that the other ghosts, or at least many of them, if they had died as adults do not share his joy at following the lives of the birds or the field mice.

The Small Ones - Chapter 6: The Others Part 1 - Silly Magicians #fanart #fanfiction

The Small Ones – Chapter 5: The Strong Ones Part 2: The People of the Stones She did not see him. Not as the person he truly was, not as her brother. She did not know him, he knew this for a fact when after the man, the person that had broken the stone had been seen too and fussed over she had looked up. Up into the faces of the three strangers standing on the hill.

She did not see him. #Fanfiction #Fanart #GhostsBBC

The Small Ones – Chapter 4: The Strong Ones Many of the day-to-day memories of his life, of the days, the years, the decades leading up to that fateful lightning strike, are now faded and grey from lack of use. When he had first died, on the day of the bear and the lightning storm he had been in too much shock to think much of anything. But after the first year, the first time someone had walked through him, Robin began to accept what had happened to him.

Many of the day-to-day memories of his life, of the days, the years, the decades leading up to that fateful lightning strike, are now faded and grey from lack of use. #fanart #fanfiction

The Small Ones – Chapter 3: The Pretty Ones The forest had not been a scary thing to Robin now for many a year. Why would it be? The forest was life. It gave them the food they hunted and gathered; the streams they drank from ran through it; and most importantly, it sheltered them from their enemies. Whether those enemies be the great storms that Mahal unleashed upon the land in his fury at being trapped beneath the earth; the great predators, that would carry off the unwary infant; or even rival clans of dwarves, really didn’t matter.

The Small Ones - Chapter 3: The Pretty Ones #fanfiction #fanart

The Small Ones – Chapter 2: The Bearded Ones It turned out, life as a trader was not the same as a life of an adventurer. Sure, you did get to travel, and to see many different places you wouldn’t have otherwise. But it wasn’t in anyway a heroic or exciting road. You set out from your cave, with your travelling pack weighed down with all sorts of carved, and knapped things.

It turned out, life as a trader was not the same as a life of an adventurer. #fanart #fanfiction

The People who Robin is born to will be given many different names in the years, the decades, the ages, to come. - thesilmarilchick.wordpress.com/2025/09/13/t... #fanart #fanfiction #Ghostsbbc

The Small Ones – Chapter 1: The Family The people who Robin is born to will be given many different names in the years, the decades, the ages to come. Drúedain, Ogre, Savage, Caveman, Neanderthal – all of these are names he will hear and answer to over the years, the centuries of his death, but none of them applied in life. None of them, were what his people called themselves – of course he no longer recalls the exact word they used, but he remembers with a clarity that can only really come when one is dead, the meaning of the word.

The Family.
These are the first people the boy would meet in life. In his early years they were the only people. #fanart #fanfiction #ghostsbbc

The Small Ones – Fanfiction Announcement  I told you I’d be back, didn’t I? Funny story, a while back when most of these fanfics were nothing but pictures in my head - I had several ideas on the story that would follow the War of the Dead. I knew I wanted to introduce the kind of world that the end of that story had created as something quite different than our own, but the question remained how to go about doing that.

So, welcome dear reader to the next instalment of “The War of the Dead, Tales from a Changed Earth” Series - The Small Ones. #MondayBlogs #GhostsBBC #fanart #Fanfiction

The War of the Dead – The Spotify Playlist Finally my dear readers we have reached the end of our tale - and as always, let us celebrate this monumental accomplishment with a bit of music. Click Below to listen to the Playlist of The War of the Dead on Spotify. The War of the Dead. And check out my Spotify Profile in general where I often make playlists even for fanfics that have yet to be published even on my…

Finally my dear readers we have reached the end of our tale - and as always, let us celebrate this monumental accomplishment with a bit of music. #fanart #fanfiction #spotify

The War of the Dead – Chapter 79: A Higher Earth This is where I was when the sky disappeared. Standing in my castle, staring out over the land that mortals had once called Gondor. Behind me, in a chair made of white marble, sat my son. Though draped in a garb of a king, he would always be to me that sulky adolescent that cried when he was left behind by his brothers.

This is where I was when the sky disappeared. #fanartfriday #fanfiction #lordoftherings

The War of the Dead – Chapter 78: The Hollow Earth The ground exploded. This is the truth you have read, and we shall keep to it as fact here as well. For the hobbit dead, the hobbit Mewlips that surrounded the lady Valar and her young guide – the ground did indeed explode. The Earth rose up, and covered them as it had done so in their first death – for a moment they were blinded by it, for a moment they were stopped, and a moment was all the Lady of the Earth needed.

The ground exploded. #fanart #fanfiction #lordoftherings

Kay was able to grow into a giant, summon fire from his hands and it was even said that a wound inflicted by Kay’s sword would never heal. #kingarthur #arthurianlegend #knightsoftheroundtable #sirkay

The War of the Dead – Chapter 77: The War of the Living Interview 273 Date: December 4th, 1985 Interviewers: Dr. Took & Profs Lasso. Transcript Dr. T: Could you speak your name into the Microphone please? E.K: Well, that is a tricky question, and a dangerous one at that to ask in a place like this, girl. My name? I have many, but none your people have called me by. You cannot ask for my true name, for you know I shall not give it, but you must call me something.

Dr. T: Could you speak your name into the Microphone please? #fanartfriday #fanfiction

The War of the Dead – Chapter 76: The Burning Man This world was aflame. Sitting in a tree, atop that mighty hill the Fool saw it all…saw as the Smith’s face twitched from blank confusion, to clarity…to rage. An unstoppable, unsurmountable rage. Rage for everything he had not seen, for everything he had let happen to his people, for everything that had ever gone wrong. It was a strange sight, to see a creature so lordly squirm and writhe in the dead dust that now littered Middle Earth.

This world was aflame. #mondayblogs #fanart #fanfiction

The War of the Dead – Chapter 75: A Deadman’s Footsteps Middle-Earth, Dwimoberg Mountain, Paths of the Dead Around his ankles the wisps of steam circled like slowly creeping spirits, or so he guessed for Námo refused to look down. He knew what he’d see there, he saw it every time he closed his eyes, every time he breathed too deeply, every time he took a step forward. They had been men, these bones that cracked underneath his boot, maybe good men, maybe bad, but it hardly made a difference any more.

Around his ankles the wisps of steam circled like slowly creeping spirits, or so he guessed for Námo refused to look down. #fanartfriday #fanfiction

The War of the Dead – Chapter 74: Hidden History North This land was abominable, Yavvanna concluded after three days of walking and walking and walking, with hardly any pause for rest and not one sight of anything that wasn’t this terrible shade of bruising purple. This was worse than what Rohan or Fangorn had become, she couldn’t even feel the draw from the roots under the earth here, she couldn’t even hear the whispers of their soon birthed voices.

This land was abominable, Yavvanna concluded after three days of walking and walking and walking, with hardly any pause for rest and not one sight of anything that wasn’t this terrible shade of bruising purple.  #fanart #fanfiction

The Beta Equation – The Spotify Playlist Well, once again we’ve reached the end of our story, dear reader. And if you’ve been following my blog for some time you might know what that means. That’s right - it’s time for the Spotify Playlist. Take a look at the link down below to see the music both picked to accompany the tale of Sheldon Cooper’s trials in the Omegaverse, and that inspired it.

Well, once again we’ve reached the end of our story, dear reader. #fanfiction #mondayblogs #fanart

The War of the Dead – Chapter 73: Ash Darkness, darkness and the clawing taste of dust in his mouth was what Aulë awoke to. Well, that and the sound of the boy, the small hobbit child, that he had bribed into being his guide, quietly trying to choke back his sobs of terror. It was that, more than the scarlet taste of blood in the air that finally made the great smith open his eyes at last.

Darkness, darkness and the clawing taste of dust in his mouth was what Aulë awoke to. #fanartfriday #fanfiction #hobbits #lordoftherings

The War of the Dead – Chapter 72: Down in Goblin Town There was no slide or mechanism to aid their descent downwards, into the heart of this dank and dust filled cave. They simply fell, onwards and onwards until not even the gods amongst them could tell how much time had passed since last they saw light. I would not say that they landed with a tremendous thud, as I would not say an Oliphant landed with a tremendous thud.

The War of the Dead – Chapter 72: Down in Goblin Town

There was no slide or mechanism to aid their descent downwards, into the heart of this dank and dust filled cave. They simply fell, onwards and onwards until not even the gods amongst them could tell how much time had passed since last they saw…

The Beta Equation – Chapter 6: Bernadette Bernadette’s husband was an actual idiot. Yes … yes … he was an engineer, working on equipment that was going to go into actual space - along side himself since he was the only one who could repair it should something terrible happen and it broke down in again, actual space, but really, he was an actual idiot. For instance, take the current situation - they wanted to get married, whoopee do, hurrah for them!

Bernadette’s husband was an actual idiot. #mondayblogs #fanart #fanfiction

The War of the Dead – Chapter 71: An Adventure Continues… Aulë stood quietly, as around him wild men and hobbits chattered oblivious to his presence. A strange occurrence perhaps, but an even stranger place… a market, though hardly much of it, considering how…how few resources these people had. Just a few stalls with nothing more exciting than a woollen blanket, food didn’t even seem to be out on display, too little of it to waste rotting in the sun.

Aulë stood quietly, as around him wild men and hobbits chattered oblivious to his presence. #fanartfriday

The Beta Equation- Chapter 5: Amy It truly amazed Amy the way biology worked sometimes. Even now after years of study on the mechanics and biology of the brain, it still astounded her the way rational thought could be so throughly overtaken by the instincts of the second gender. Take for instance, that time several years ago now when Penny had broken Rajesh’s nose. She never explained why, just reeled back her fist and smacked him so hard in the face that not only had she broken his nose, but several teeth had flown out too.

It truly amazed Amy the way biology worked sometimes. #fanart #fanfiction #mondayblogs

The War of the Dead – Chapter 70: Children of the Fangorn Forest It is a fact of life that everything has to stop eventually, nothing lasts, not even the eternal beauty and wisdom of the Elves. So, it only stands to reason that any shower, even one so deadly and violent as this one, must end eventually. And so it did, with only the dust and the quiet startled breathing of the five travellers to show it had ever been there at all.

It is a fact of life that everything has to stop eventually, nothing lasts, not even the eternal beauty and wisdom of the Elves. #fanart #fanart #fanartfriday

The War of the Dead – Chapter 69: An Adventure Begins If you have been following this story up till now, then odds are you’ve already seen the effects such a place as the Passage of the Dead has on a spirit. It strips away what they once were, their mind, their sense of self, until all that’s left is the very base elements. So, it was for the once residents of the Halls of Mandos, and so it would be for all who dared to pass through this terrifying spectacle.

If you have been following this story up till now, then odds are you’ve already seen the effects such a place as the Passage of the Dead has on a spirit. #tuesdaymorning #fanart #fanfiction

The Beta Equation – Chapter 4: Raj Raj couldn’t speak to Omegas or Betas - of either sex - unless he was drunk. Which was fine, okay so it wasn’t, but it could be worse. True, until drinking a grasshopper for the first time - his dating prospects had been tiny to non-existent. He’d tried Alphas but it turned out he just wasn’t attracted to them, which was a shame as that would have fixed so many problems.

Raj couldn’t speak to Omegas or Betas - of either sex - unless he was drunk. #omegaverse #fanart #fanfiction #mondayblogs

The War of the Dead – Chapter 68: A Brief thought on the Naming of Things A Brief thought on the Naming of things A Note from the Desks of Professor Lasso and Doctor Took It may come to the attention of the astute reader that during the last moments of the Dunlander’s mortal existence, no name is given to him. He is merely referred to as the son of Mab and the Leomhann – certainly enough to identify him, but not a name or a title for himself.

It may come to the attention of the astute reader that during the last moments of the Dunlander’s mortal existence, no name is given to him. #fanart #fanfiction

My Dearest

This short historical fiction tells the story of a soldier sent to the fronts lines during WII, through the letters he continues to write home to his Dearest one, even though they never write back. #shortstories

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The War of the Dead – Chapter 67: A Cry in the Dark Deep in the caves of the dead, lost to time – but likely some time after the dead had conquered the living. The man had fallen further than any could say. He had been born in the dark, in the cage of his mother’s making, and now he would die in his own. Yes, someone had destroyed the entrance to the paths of the dead, and had trapped him and his child in here.

The man had fallen further than any could say. He had been born in the dark, in the cage of his mother’s making, and now he would die in his own. #fanart #fanfiction #tuesdaythoughts

The Beta Equation – Chapter 3: Howard Warning: This chapter contains Howard being very Howard. Howard wouldn’t go so far as to say that meeting Sheldon Cooper was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Not in a life that included abandonment by his father, and the constant ring of rejection from bang-able Omegas. And Betas. And that one time that Alpha chick had told him no before he’d even said anything.

Warning: This chapter contains Howard being very Howard. - want to see more? Follow The Silmaril Chick now. #fanart #fanfiction #mondayblogs

Demeter - Sito (she of the grain) #GreekMythology #mythology #SaturdayVibes #SaturdayMotivation #mythologyart