A little lotr/hobbit with black reader/poc reader. Just a little bored writing, real short.
In Middle Earth your skin tone was always a rarity, or to others who couldn’t appreciate beauty, an oddity. You never minded the stares since it was something common to you, unless it was a stare of disdain or something that just irked you, then you would have something to say.
You lived among Lord Elrond in Rivendell since he never cared how you looked or what you were, he showed you kindness, care and respect, all the same he did for Aragorn. During your time in Rivendell during the events of The Hobbit you met the Dwarves which was an….interesting experience to say the least.
You had walked alongside Lindir to greet Lord Elrond and the hunting party that you assumed had returned when you heard footsteps. However Lindir walked a little ahead of you, when you reached alongside the sight you saw was unexpected. Gandalf the gray, Thorin Oakenshield and a company of thirteen dwarves and surprisingly a half-ling.
Should I continue?
Happy New Year (2023).
I am Aya Osama Al-Dahdooh, 13 years old. I send you greetings from Gaza City, where I currently live amid a very harsh war. Before the current war on Gaza, my family and I had beautiful dreams, like the dreams of birds and flowers, but the war has destroyed them. My family has lost all the necessities of life.
My family consists of my father, whose name is Osama. He is a doctoral researcher at Leeds American Academy. He owned a professional training center and an accounting office, both of which have been completely destroyed by the war. Throughout his training journey, my father trained thousands of people in Gaza. But today, he has lost his job, his center, and even the house we lived in.
My mother is a nurse named Noura, and I have three siblings: Farah, who is 15, Ubaida, who is 17, and Mohammed, who is 6 years old. Today, we are suffering from intense fear because of the bombing and missiles. We have been displaced from our home 15 times. The war has killed about 200 of my friends, neighbors, and schoolmates. We suffer from chronic illnesses due to malnutrition. The voice of my childhood asks: Why are we exposed to death, hunger, and disease every day?
Our home has been severely damaged and is no longer fit to live in because it’s located in an area with intense firefights. Life in Gaza has become almost impossible, as we are exposed to death, hunger, and disease. For this reason, we wish to leave Gaza and move to a safe country. My family wants to build a new future; we want to learn, dream, play, think, and share in the joys of others.
Time is running out, the war is getting fiercer, and death surrounds us from all sides. We still have hope that you will help us. We hope you will donate to us so we can leave Gaza because travel expenses are very high. My father will re-establish his training center and accounting office as soon as we reach a new location. We will be able to buy healthy food, clean clothes, safe water, and medicine to treat
No donation is too small.
There are noble human actions.
With all our love.
Aya and her family from Gaza City.
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Thank you for listening.
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Ps: (Instead of me writing elvish since I need to find a translator, just using • to mark where the elvish words are supposed to be) •
Lotr/ Hobbit X Black reader Part 2
“Ah, Lindir.” Gandalf spoke to Lindir with a small smile with mirth.
•”We heard you had crossed into the Valley.”• Lindir spoke as he descended the steps with his hands behind his back as he mostly focused his attention on Gandalf.
Gandalf walked over to him halfway close to face to face. “I must speak with Lord Elrond.” He asked him with a hint of seriousness in his voice before he heard another voice as another pair of footsteps descended the stairs. He looked up to who the voice belonged to as he listened.
“My Lord Elrond is not here.” You spoke as you descended the stairs with your words carrying along with the wind that blew through your hair some before standing alongside Lindir as you nodded towards Gandalf as a greeting. “Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked as he looked towards you and Lindir giving you a small smile which you returned.
The Dwarves looked towards you and Lindir weary as they looked to him before a few glances towards you, some looked curious while a few looked amazed or surprised.
Thorin looked weary yet curious as to what or who you were, especially since you lived with the elves of Rivendell, in his eyes the enemy. Dealing shared the same thought but even he couldn’t deny your beauty was something.
Kili, Fili were however looking no towards you curious yet in awe. You looked very different from the women they would see along their journey’s with their uncle. Others had fair skin, and long straight hair but you….you looked the opposite and they couldn’t help but admired your sun kissed skin that looks to hold the many gems of the earth, your hair that was curly and thick but seemed to defy gravity, you very own eyes and features could pull them deeper in, as the one ring did to its wearers.
Nori was giving you an intrigued yet optimistic look as his mouth was slightly agape at your looks. Balin closed the youngin’s mouth as he looked toward you respectfully and with some intrigue as you were a rarity among the people in Rivendell.
Bombur and Bifur were giving you sweet intrigued looks with a small smile. They looked alert as the others were but you didn’t appear to be an elf, but if you were, then you were very much otherworldly to them since your presence was like any other unmatched as well as your beauty.
Bilbo had to move around a little to try and catch a glimpse of you but was blocked slightly by the Dwarves. Before he could get the opportunity to catch a glimpse of you, You all heard the elven war party horn as the Dwarves turned towards the sound looking on guard as the war party rode in circling around them….
P1 below
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
I hope you are all well, I am Hanan from Gaza, I am in dire need of donations please, we live in tents, the rain water is leaking and it is very cold, my house was bombed and we narrowly escaped death and my children were hit by shrapnel, I am a mother of two children, Dana, 3 years old and Adam, 2 months old, Adam was born during the war, I went out from the hospital to the tent, we cannot buy food because of the high prices, there are no winter clothes for my children, the situation is very difficult, I am in dire need of saving my children's lives from death, I want you to support my campaign for me to protect my children from the dangers of the war we are living between death, destruction and the smell of blood, please help me for my children, I hope with your humanity, kindness and doing good for my children, they die every day, I cannot see my children suffering greatly, suffering and displacement, we have been displaced several times, our tent was destroyed due to displacement, I cannot provide the minimum needs for my children. Please do not let me down. I need your support and donations so that I can collect and secure travel expenses and survive from death. Please help me, I will be very grateful🇵🇸🙏🥹.
https://gofund.me/0ddcba1c
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I’m 19 years old, university student, Part of a large family of 9 boys and 1 girl, We all live in Gaza, I was living in a big beautiful house but now I live in a tent 💔
I was injured in my hand due to shelling in an area near us💔
So I need you to help me raise $8,000 to buy the medicine and evacuate the dangerous area so I can continue my university studies.
➡️ Here are some pictures of the suffering😔:
➡️To donate click the link here:
🔥 Cry for Salvation: Salem and His Family in the Heart of Hell 💔🍉🕊🇵🇸
I am Salem, 27 years old, from Gaza. My life used to be simple, full of hope and ambition. After graduating from university, I dreamed of becoming an electrical engineer, but harsh circumstances forced me to migrate before the war broke out. 🏚️ My dreams were shattered under the fire of bombardment, and now I live far from my family, in a camp on the shores of Greece, facing darkness from every side. 🏝️
After graduation, I faced a harsh reality: the lack of job opportunities pushed me to find any way to earn a living, so I was forced to work in a sanitary ware factory. 🏭 This job was far from my dream, but I had to support my family. However, in a tragic moment, I suffered a severe injury to my leg, leaving me 85% disabled, and robbing me of the ability to work and provide for my family.
My family, whom I left behind, is now living a daily nightmare. After being displaced from northern Gaza, they were crowded into a school 🏫 turned into a shelter for the displaced, where five families are crammed into one classroom, after our home was completely destroyed under heavy bombing. No privacy, no hope, and with every passing moment, tension and fear grow. 🏘️
My mother, who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure 💉, endures without treatment, and my father, who was once our support, has become immobile, unable to move. Whenever I speak to them, I see despair in their eyes, as if they are waiting for a tragic end.
I am here asking for your help, as I am unable to save them on my own. I migrated in search of treatment for myself and to help my family improve their circumstances, but the road remains difficult.
The goal of this campaign is to help them migrate from this nightmare to a place that offers them safety and dignity. 🇵🇸
Don't wait for tomorrow. Donate now, because every passing second adds to their suffering. You are the hope that can save my family. 🚨 Every dirham, every dinar, every dollar means the difference between life and death.
Be the light in the darkness, donate now, and give my family a chance to live with dignity once again. 🕊️💔
My campaign vetted by @gazavetters My number on the list is (20)
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