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ADMIN | Danny. 25. he/they. est.

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arawynngoldwing​:

It was rare that Arawynn set a foot into the great forest, but she had run out of provisions and direly needed to find something - preferably big game. So far, she hadn’t had any luck

An arrow nocked and her bow half-drawn, the redhead stalked through the wood. Ready to fully draw and shoot her bow should the chance or necessity arise, she was after all well aware that there was not only potential quarry out here, but also potential enemies.

And the Dragon Changer wouldn’t let herself be caught off-guard.

Fen took a moment, pausing as he watched the woman move through the forest. As he was alone, immediately approaching a stranger in the forest was not wise. If another of the guard was with him, or within calling distance, he might not have worried as much, but they weren’t. 

He did not remain silent, letting his movements make noise in the tree as he slipped down from the branch. Hopefully enough to catch her attention and not have an arrow fired at him. 

“Halt,” his voice carried on the wind, eyeing her cautiously. “You’ve entered the realm of King Thranduil. What business do you have here?”

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respectablebaggins​:

Bilbo chuckled at her laughing and put a finger to his lips, winking at her. No need for others, the others that cared anyway, to go thinking he was a coward after the reputation he’d built up for himself. Good or bad with most of his community.

At the imagining of Lobelia, a rotten thief and liar, too entitled for her own good, being chased off by Fenrir, well, it was rather worth keeping the bear in the garden. He didn’t get visitors he didn’t want in the first place when Beli came for a call. Except some of his much braver cousins he enjoyed seeing. The bear was rather good at scaring away those who needed it without so much as waking up from a nap.

“No one, but you know what I mean. Doing what’s expected of you. Settling down and minding your business. Not having any kind of adventure at all.” Bilbo smiled, a bit wryly as he had been just such a hobbit before a tumble of dwarves ate him out of house and home and whisked him away over hill and under tree.

Bilbo gave Beli a rather measured look, considering her offer. It had been a while since he’d ventured off… and while he was afraid the others had forgotten about him when he was feeling particularly blue and missed them all terribly, he knew he was probably the most fit to make any journey to see any of them. They all had family to look after in one way or the other. Bilbo had a fair few cousins but no one he was responsible for. It would be nice to go out again. And he could defend them, now, of course. Even if they did have a bear.

“We could.” Bilbo smiled a little. “Would you really want to go with me? All that way? It will take us half a year to get to Erebor, Beli. I can have arrangements made of course, save me a load of trouble from last time. But… just think it over. I’ll be willing to go with you, without a doubt.”

Beli listened to Bilbo, her face pulling at the mention of settling down. It was an eventual expectation, of course, of most hobbits, and especially of a young hobbit lass. She didn’t particularly want to indulge that bit of society, nor had she ever, really. At least Bilbo seemed to sense that. 

“Can you imagine?” Her nose wrinkled, grinning mischievously at him. “Minding my business?”

She laughed, not bothering to stifle it into her hand. Another hobbit might have scolded her for the burst of laughter, especially given that she hardly tried to stop it but at least she knew that it likely wouldn’t bother Bilbo too much. Nor would her blurted offer, though belatedly she wondered if he might be adventured out, as it were. Though Beli had heard a good deal of Bilbo’s adventure, she knew there was probably more to it than everything he had told her. 

Sometimes he seemed more sad than one was warranted. 

“If you wanted,” she answered, smiling in a more mild-mannered way. For her, at least. “I think it’d go much better if I had the only hobbit that’s been that far east with me. And you could introduce me to all your dwarf friends!” Beli paused. “I hope they don’t mind bears...”

[fvcechanger]

fun fact about Beli: her Dungeons & Dragons class is Ranger. she’s a fierce, protective halfling

[fvcechanger]

quick muse overview

I’ve more detailed info for the most part but I wanted to give a quick, accessible post.

Fen

An elf guard from Mirkwood. He is hesitant to leave the forest at all, but he also has a hunger for more knowledge that he is unlikely to get from staying within its borders. Take that as you will, but he could be coaxed out from the forest. (Or maybe he’s already left, who knows?) He comes across a bit rude to strangers, and he’s guarded, but he does have a kindness. 

Freytha

A Beorning who much prefers to spend her time in the Shire, among the hobbits. Sometimes she’s a very tall, broad, fierce woman, other times she’s a large brown bear. Despite her appearance, she’s very sweet. She has her own apiary, as she makes fresh honeycakes for those she especially likes. And it’s hard to not share with hobbits. However she is a warrior, and she does wish to defend Arda against the growing shadows, especially to protect the Shirelings. 

Beli

A hobbit that hails from Stock. She travels with a large black bear, called Fenrir. The bear does not harm most people, though he is defensive of Beli. She’s mostly taken a liking to dwarves, though she remains just as fascinated by elves as many hobbits seem to be. 

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respectablebaggins​:

“I’ve told you and many others, that would listen, about my time with the dwarves and so on… But I tend to leave out a little every now and again… Like the fact that I didn’t leave until the next morning. They’d all left without me. I didn’t agree until they were nearly out of Hobbiton.”

Bilbo smiled to her. He had a particular fondness for Belladonna and liked her enough not to call her that since she didn’t like the name. But he did, of course, very much so. He knew his mother would like her just as much. He knew she would have a hard time of it here in the Shire. What with being a from up north… and that bloody bear. He couldn’t say he approved of the bear, exactly… but she would do well as an adventurer with that great beast by her side.

“You have a bear as a pet, Beli… Some would say even seeing one is daunting and I’ve seen it eating from the palm of your hand. Literally. You’re not like most hobbits here, and I should know.” Bilbo chuckled, “You’re cut out for more than baking cakes and mending shirts.”

“You...” Beli’s mouth grew into a smile, and she didn’t hide it as she laughed. “You almost missed them?”

The story that she had heard from Bilbo over the years, it was true that he had never mentioned anything of that sort. Beli could understand that though. It sounded ridiculous, although the whole story was considered ridiculous and reckless to most hobbits. She numbered among the few that had always brightened when she saw Bilbo. 

Her mouth quirked into a mischievous smile. “Oh, you know that Fenrir wouldn’t hurt anything but orcs and goblins, Bilbo. And maybe chase Missus Sackville-Baggins out of the garden...” she snickered at that particular image. Lobelia would have a true fit if the bear came anywhere near her, though. “Now, who’s telling you I’m mending shirts?” Her nose wrinkled at the thought. 

She reclined back, resting her hands on the table. It was not very ladylike of her but Beli didn’t care much. “You know... I wouldn’t mind the company. I mean, Fenrir is great and all, but he’s not much of a conversation partner...” she paused. “We could visit the dwarves!”

[lotrscenery]

Beorn’s house

[terribletriocreations]

BEORN’S HONEY CAKES

Everyone’s got time for a spot of tea and honey cakes after being chased by a giant, angry, Skin-Changing bear! 

As always, recipe is below the cut.

-MJ & K

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[fvcechanger]

Fen | Freytha | Beli

taking a break from writing to make these & before i head off to work (picrew)

[vikingshistory]

[fvcechanger]

"There is nothing you cannot do." - Bilbo to Beli, @respectablebaggins

Beli tucked herself more comfortably into the chair, smiling - just a bit shyly - at Bilbo over her teacup. His words meant more to her than they likely should have, but she had never had the best relationship with other hobbits. She’d likely have been better off in Bree, because even in Stock, her constant wandering off and finding herself in trouble hadn’t led to much respectability, as it were. 

Nor did Fenrir, the large bear that lumbered after her. 

And she wouldn’t have expected a Baggins to show her any courtesy at all, but Bilbo Baggins was different, after all. Perhaps one of the few hobbits that seemed to understand that longing to see the wide world. 

“Thank you, Mr. B... Bilbo,” she corrected herself, sipping at her tea before she flashed him a larger smile. “That... does mean a lot. I do appreciate your insight about traveling. But it’s still rather... a daunting task.” 

[melianinarda]

The Middle-Earth aesthetic | M i r k w o o d | Silvan Elves

Silvan Elves are mainly Nandor in descent but also mixed with Avari.

[fvcechanger]

caught off guard [open]

There was very little noise in the forest, and Fenqen hardly noticed that. His face was near buried in a scroll as his eyes trailed over the flowing letters. There would always be a hunger for knowledge deep in his heart. It wasn’t necessarily practical of him, but he was not an elf versed in any type of magic, and this was the only way that he felt connected to anything outside of Mirkwood. 

He simply wanted to know more. 

As his fingers trailed over the scroll, tracing over a letter, his ear twitched at the nearby sound of leaves underfoot. His mouth turned down. Had he been paying attention, he might have picked up on encroaching sounds quicker. As it stood now, he was sat up in a tree, with something ( someone? ) creeping about far too close for his comfort. 

Quickly, he rolled the scroll up, slipping it back into his armor and reached for a dagger. Not his preferred method of fighting, but he didn’t have time to fiddle with his bow. Fen held onto the tree as he shifted his weight on the branch he’d been sat upon, tilting his head to get a better look at what might be below him. 

[thrandurins]

[leselfov]

Mirkwood 🍁

[wanderingandwild]

mirkwood elves aesthetic

“The feasting people were Wood-elves, of course. These are not wicked folk. If they have a fault it is distrust of strangers. Though their magic was strong, even in those days they were wary. They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise.”