{bowmaidentilda is back}
*tiptoes in* goodness; things really have changed! i let a wave of nostalgia hit me recently and well -- here i am.
iâll be on my new blog, @bowmaidentilda -- do follow me there! :)Â
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@bowmaidentilda
{bowmaidentilda is back}
*tiptoes in* goodness; things really have changed! i let a wave of nostalgia hit me recently and well -- here i am.
iâll be on my new blog, @bowmaidentilda -- do follow me there! :)Â
{bowmaidentilda is no longer active!}
well I guess this is it! Iâm so sorry I havenât been online for seven months (wow, can you believe it? iâm awful omg) but it seems that real life has at last overtaken me and Iâm taking my GCSEs this year. so as of today, Iâm officially going inactive. if youâd like to keep in touch, feel free to look for me on Skype! my username is jennywholepool, just tell me who you are and Iâll add you. Iâm still really attached to some of you (after seven months <3) so I might be looking for people individually for an rp, and I might open another account exclusively for a handful of people.Â
love you all! shoutout to @sigridofdale, @ladyoflionheart, @kinglyforestfairy, @ofdaggers, @alowlysilvanelf, @littlelakegirl, @modernbowman, @tirmeahtig, @sonofthearrow, @gonowandspeedwell, @ofpurevictory and many others for making my time here amazing <3
{bowmaidentilda is on hiatus!}
official announcement of hiatus! i know i havenât been on the past few days weeks, itâs mostly because iâve been trying to get my shit together and because im lazy af. but basically i have my easter holidays now and right after them i have two weeks worth of continuous exams. so i really, really need to study!
i will be back maybe end of april/start of may, probably will be on sporadically to check my notifications and do a few replies maybe. however, i will be on skype if you want to talk (and help shoo me off the internet maybe).
tldr; hiatus till end of april! itâs been cool!
bowmaidentilda
"Arenât you Bardâs daughter?"
âYes - yes I am. Why are you asking?â
"My mother died here. There is no grave nor memory. My father never speaks of her."
  Blue hues remained locked upon the   sight before him for a long while, brows  furrowed before finally the young prince  gave the child with him a look. He knew   how much the loss of a parent hurt. He   had felt it too, when he had lost his father. âPerhaps it isnât much comfort. But I am  certain that she would be proud of how  her girl grew up.â
  "You think so?" Tilda offered timidly,     raising her head so that her eyes met the   dwarf prince's. "D' you think my Ma   would have been proud of me?"   Though she didn't let it show, Tilda was   comforted by Fili's words. No one would   ever know how much her mother's       approval meant to her, especially as her   siblings had spoken on and on about how   beautiful she was, or how kind a heart she   had.Â
ruuuuumiiiiiiil
do you need a reason for more tilda on your dash
{ announcement }
hello everyone! after a lengthy unannounced hiatus i am glad to say i am back and not shirking my responsibilities! anyway, I know I owe a lot of people replies. for the next two week or so I will be working on said replies as well as being on my other rp account. if i make another announcement saying that i have cleared all my drafts but you never received a reply, please send me a gentle reminder! i may have missed it in my activity. thank you for being so patient with me!
Brighton Pier, United Kingdom
{ announcement }
hello everyone! after a lengthy unannounced hiatus i am glad to say i am back and not shirking my responsibilities! anyway, I know I owe a lot of people replies. for the next two week or so I will be working on said replies as well as being on my other rp account. if i make another announcement saying that i have cleared all my drafts but you never received a reply, please send me a gentle reminder! i may have missed it in my activity. thank you for being so patient with me!
Stay behind me (because why not?)
Thranduil blinked as Bardâs littlest one made to stand before him. Quietly, he allowed her to take the protective lead even as his attention grew sharper and he laid his hand upon his sword, ready to defend her at any moment, âWhat is it?â He asked, careful to sound curious and give no hint to his alarm.
"There, a shadow!" Tilda hissed, eyes squinting as she tried to make out the dark shape on the floor. "Can you see it?" She turned to look up at the elf king, eyes filled with excitement and a little bit of apprehension.
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
Tauriel was trying her best to keep herself upright, the pain in her ribs throbbing even as she stood up straight during her visit with Bard and his children. It had let up momentarily while she was laughing and talking with the family, though now it had flared back up. As she leaned down to catch a breath, thatâs when she heard the child.Â
"TildaâŠ" Tauriel was guilty and embarrassed that she had been discovered and knelt with a grimace next to the little girl. "Do not worry yourself with my problems, dearâŠI am here to spend time with you and your family."Â
"But if you arenât feeling well, shouldnât you be resting instead?" Tilda was more than a little confused at Tauriel's behaviour. "Me and my family will always be here -" at this she gestured at herself as well as her sibling and father, "- but I don't want you to hurt yourself. Shall I make some tea, if you want?"
"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..." [im so so sorry]
Dying RP Starters
Sigrid looked up from where she had fallen against a crumbled pillar at the sound of Tildaâs voice, glad at least that Bain had helped pull the arrow from her mere moments before their sister arrived. Â Sigrid hadnât realized how much it would hurt, both being shot, and pulling the arrow out. Â Somehow it seemed to make everything more difficult, even little things, like pulling her coat around her so Tilda wouldnât see the blood. Â She pressed her hand over the wound. Â
"Itâs alrightâTilda, itâs alright," Sigrid tried to keep her voice steady, not wanting to frighten her sister any more than she already was. Â It hurt to speak. Â It hurt to breathe. Â It was as though the arrow had shot the breath out of her, and each breath now was a struggle. Â She coughed, as though that would help, and tasted blood. Â
"Stay with Bain, TildaâŠIâll be alright.  JustâŠgo with Bain for now."  She hoped that she sounded more certain and reassuring than she felt.  It still wasnât safe here, Tilda needed to get inside the Great Hall with Bain. Â
She should have known that Tilda would not go easily. Â But that did not mean that it made it any easier. Â Tilda needed to leave, she needed to go where it was safe. Â That was all that mattered; Tilda was all that mattered. Â
"Tilda, you needâ" Her breath caught in her throat, choking on her words as Sigrid coughed painfully, trying to catch her breath and continue before she scared Tilda any more.  She could taste blood at the back of her throat again, and she swallowed hard.  "You need to go with Bain," she started again, reaching out with the hand not clenched tightly to her side, taking hold of Tildaâs coat sleeve to look at her seriously.  "Da needs youâŠto help get the women and childrenâŠto the Great Hall."  It was hard to catch her breath enough to speak in full sentences, but she struggled through it. Â
"Iâll be fine."  She wasnât entirely sure that she would be fine at all.  "Iâll be right behind you.  I justâŠneed to rest a moment." Sheâd never lied so directly to her sisterâs face before. Â
"Bain can help Da get everyone to the Great Hall," Tilda protested obstinately, tears pricking at her eyelids. "Iâm staying here. With you."
She'd never felt so wild, frantic in her life. Although life was hard in Laketown, they'd never been thrown so violently into the carnage of war. And although death was something she'd never quite felt, didn't quite understand, she was old enough to comprehend how serious the situation was.
"Please, Sigrid," she begged. "Let me stay."
"Oh, TildaâŠ" Sigridâs arms were around her sister within an instant. She had not yet heard.  But now she was wishing that she had heard before her sister, so that she could have been the one to break the news to her. "Has Da sent out a search yet?"Â
"The survivors went back for him. They found nothing." She tried to hold back on her emotions, but it was proving hard. "Sigrid, Da doesn't need to send out search parties for him to know that nobody survived."
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit
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"Tilda, at yours," she answered, distracted as a niggling thought emerged from the back of her mind. "Ori!" Her eyes lit up as she placed the name to a face. "I know you! You were in Laketown six years ago, when you visited our house - well, with thirteen other guests." She tried to hide a giggle, but it slipped out. "Sorry."Â
She curtseyed slightly in response to Oriâs bow. ââs great to meet you again,â she said, grinning lightly as she lapsed back into slightly more accented speech. âHow are you doing? Things are looking good for Erebor from Dale.â
"Tilda, thatâs right," he said, remembering the bargemanâs youngest daughter. Memories of the company in Laketown flooded his mind. "It really is good to see you." He picked up a few of the books and got back to his work. He still wanted to chat, so he motioned for her to walk with him as he did his job.
"Dale seems to be doing well from here," Ori commented, stopping in front of a shelf. He began swapping out some of the books in his hands for those on the shelf. "I myself am doing well. I spend a majority of my time here, but Iâve been to Dale a few times before. What about yourself? How are you?"
"Good, good," Tilda replied, smiling. "We've managed to fix up some of the buildings that weren't so damaged, so those have become our temporary living quarters until we get more things repaired. We've also had some trading between other settlements close by, as well as with Erebor â I'm sure you know about that," she added hastily. "So yes, I'd say we're doing fine.
"I mean  â as for myself settling in, I suppose it hasn't been quite what I expected. I forget which spoons to use more often than Sigrid would like," she said, laughing.
{bowmaidentilda wishes you a prosperous year of the ram!}
is that how people go about with this? but anyway, happy lunar/Chinese new year, however you call it! and those concerned with replies - I'm getting through them slowly and steadily.