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The teasing edge to her smirk fading in the wake of her growing hunger the Dwarrowdam accepting Tom’s offered hand, only to drop it once she was on her feet. Satisfying needs and indulging in certain desires was one thing, but that - that was too intimate (even if she had to ignore the way their contact left her skin tingling).

A nod of her head towards the corridor that led to the inn’s rooms and Ora was moving, weaving through the bodies that suddenly seemed to crowd the space and leading Tom towards much needed privacy. Out of habit she always selected the one at the furthest end near a window to allow herself the opportunity if escape should the need arise and she found herself suddenly grateful for entirely different reasons. Her flesh hummed, eyes darkening with each step until they at last had arrived and she was shutting the door behind them.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said as rough hands deftly removed the worn leather of her sword belt, selecting a seat for herself on the edge of the wooden bed in the corner of the space. Not unlike in the tavern she leaned back, legs crossing - and a daring tongue mindlessly wetting her lips.

Tom followed, grinning wide as he did, and once inside the room watched her movements. Oh she was lovely how she moved. Her hips.. the swagger... the posture on the bed. She was aware of most if not all of it. The sweet tongue darting between soft lips. Humming a little lazily to himself, he kicked off the yellow boots and removed the thick dark blue knit coat he wore, before moving across the floor to join her on the bed, bottle in one hand “-much more agreeable.. much more pleasant,” he mused, scooting a bit closer, free fingers slowly dancing up her back as he whistled, always some sort of music coming from the man.

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A queer yet merry singing echoed about the trees and over the grasses of the moor, bringing pause to the young rider who traveled by his lonesome. He often heard singing in the halls of Meduseld during times of feasting and festival, yet none rang so happily or in such a voice as now reached his ears. With a gentle nudge of heels into his steed’s sides, he rode forth, now made curious and suspicious as to the source of the song.

His sword Gúthwinë he now drew as his steed cantered forward near to the forest yet not too near. His rider would pride himself as being fearless yet dared not enter underneath a thick swath of trees. The singing came from within the forest and had drawn nearer. Éomer dismounted from Firefoot and held his blade aloft.

With a challenging and unafraid tone, he cried, “Who is there? Who is he that sings amongst the boughs of the trees?”

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“Hey ho Merry Do! Rider of the horsies!” bellowed the voice that seemed to come from equal parts everywhere and no where “-tis me, Old Tom! Singing out the lore, see!” he chuckled, and bounded from the forest, knuckles on his waist and chest puffed out, bright smile beaming from beneath the thick dark beard “-hey ho! Swords you say? The rider wishes to play with swords?”

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“Lead the way oh lady dwarf... and I shall bring the bottle,” his voice rolled now, like a tide, filling her ears and her ears alone before he gestured for the entire bottle to be brought to their table, and he stood, offering his free hand to her, to ease herself from the chair, but also lead Tom wherever she wished him to go.

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“I am eager... old Tom believes in living life to the fullest,” he said as he refilled her cup and then took a sip from his “-you wish to lure me, my lady?” he asked with another deep chuckle, which seemed to bounce off the walls in a musical way “-I am here to be lured... but I am afraid I have already been enchanted,” he beamed, rosy cheeks and mischievous eyes glinting softly as he spoke.

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Clever eyes watched watched his easy movements with caution, eyeing with no little amount of appreciation and discernment as Tom pour the mead. As he raised his cup she did likewise though her sip ended much quicker to allow her to observe with amusement as he drained his goblet entirely. He had the stature of a Man, perhaps, but he drank like a Dwarf and her appreciation deepened. Another smile at his salacious whisper, and Ora gave a small laugh as she sat back to allow herself a better look at Tom - and allow him one of his own if he so desired. Leather clad legs crossed and a daring, teasing tongue flicked to whet suddenly dry lips before taking another sip of her mead - oh, she was enjoying herself far too much. “I can only imagine, master wanderer. If you resume complimenting me I may require a demonstration later.”

Tom took the look shamelessly. He allowed his eyes to slowly travel the length of her body. And he made no attempt to hide this. From boots to legs to hips to chest to her own eyes with a grin, he gave a casual shrug and refilled his goblet “-pray tell lass... how many compliments would it take to change the later into sooner?” he asked as he leant back now in his own chair, blue coat left open, and his shirt undone a few buttons from the neck, revealing the wide barrel chest, and shoulders.

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“Then you must be a smart lad, indeed,” she replied, a chuckle warming her tone. At his inquiry she nodded, a far different smile beginning to creep across her features at his flirtations. Ora was no stranger to entertaining company between her sheets, and if she were being entirely honest it had been too long. The bard, she decided - though far quicker than would have been typical but she attributed it to the summer air and the mead - would not be unwelcome, with his fine beard and bright eyes. His voice rolled over her much like the warm winds that as of late had been blowing from the West, and the she-Dwarf could not help but lean ever so slightly in the direction of her new company. “Your words, Tom, are surely just as dangerous. What brings so talented a voice and golden tongue to such a humble tavern?”

“Who me? I am but a simple bard,” he said with a deep laugh, filling two clay cups with the honied mead. He swirled the liquid and then rose the cup to her “-to chance encounters,” before downing it in a single swallow “-I am a wanderer.. the road grows and swerves beneath my feet... I bend with the seasons... and I am taking advantage of the sun and shine before it grows cold again,” And then with a sparkle in his eye he added in a whisper: “-and my tongue is golden for a number of reasons...”

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She paid little attention to the bard’s arrival at first - too engrossed in thoughts of planned travel and sorrowful memories. It was all but habit for the she-Dwarf most evenings though she rarely indulged in a bottle or two to soothe the melancholy, that fine summer night having become an exception as soon as the stranger began to sing. The already heady air seemed to thicken, sweet scents of mead, summer flowers, and something else that she could not give name to filling her senses and easing her mind. Before long Ora could not help the small, illusive smile that graced her features as a booted foot tapped along in time to the stranger’s music, the warm succulence of her drink flushing her freckled skin. The flush deepened as the bard’s song turned to her though the she-Dwarf tried to hide it with another sip from the cup in front of her. “A fine song, sir, if not a bit bold, but I can scarcely complain when it contains such sweet compliments - violent or otherwise.”

“Only a fool compliments the beauty of a dwarf, without complimenting her prowess in battle,” he beamed, gesturing for a large straw wrapped bottle of honey mead to be brought to her table “-hey ho... lovely lass.. can Tom be a’joining?” he asked, gesturing to the chair beside her “-company is something much treasured by me,” he placed a hand on his chest “-and yours... seems that it would be as enjoyable as this honeymead... sweet.. savory.. and if I’m not careful.. will intoxicate old Tom...”

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The bearded gent fluttered his eyelashes innocently, leaning on a tree “-hey ho... grey faced one... Tom is just a simple man, should a maiden fall for him, it’s far from something planned,”

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What a lovely summer day! Tom often found himself wandering the great lands in the summer time. To get as much time as he could before the cold grasp of window kept him in his forest, unable to go and come as often as he pleased. Though to be fair, few things to keep Tom Bombadil grounded, he disliked traveling in the winter. Slipping into the bar, he sang to great applause, various people buying him drink and food as he sang and danced and spun, weaving magic through the air unseen, intoxicating the entire bar with the sweet songs of creation. Soon his eyes landed on a dwarven woman, and he beamed “-and here we see, a woman fair, stoutly dwarf and true! But when she gets her dander up! She’ll make mince meat out of you!” to which the bar sang in turn “-Mince meat out of you! Mince meat out of you!” to which Tom added “-I’d much rather talk sweet, to the dwarf lady fair!” a dramatic pause “-than be turned into meat, anywhere!”

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