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semi-selective roleplay blog for marigold gamgee from tolkien legendarium.  please read rules and about before interacting.

[themiddle-earth]

[of-heroism-blog]

He was actually in a pleasant mood today and who was he to deny the chance of sharing his adventures and stories with a young hobbit? It was mainly the older hobbits or family, in particular, that he wasn’t fond of. Always thinking he was rich beyond belief. What a load of dung. “Yes, come sit. Enjoy the nice breeze with me. Though soon it shall be Autumn.”

[gamgcc-blog]

    A kind and giddy smile appeared on her face as Marigold trekked up to go join Mister Bilbo. She was course to what story she could ask of him to tell, then again she had heard all of them ( well almost all of them ). It wasn’t unheard of that the stories didn’t spread like gossip through Hobbiton. Walking, she finally managed to approached him, now flopping down daintily next to the elder hobbit. “It’ll be getting cold soon. Do y’think we’ll see snow?”

[bnzir]

      ‘  scared me speechless , you did .  ‘ the older hobbit speaks as a fond smile unfolds across his  face  at  the  antics  of his younger sister . a harsher hobbit would have chided her , but sam had  never  seen  the  fault  in  harmless  fun  ;  especially  not  that of his sister . ‘ were you but a head taller i’d mistaken you for one of ‘em dragons from ol’ master bilbo’s tales . ‘ 

[gamgcc-blog]

    “I’m not a dragon!” Marigold laughed, shaking her head. The youngling just beamed a grin at her older brother, before letting out a little snort of laughter. She stopped to pick up a stick from the ground before pretending it was a sword. “I could fight a dragon, I could. I’d show ‘em a thing or two!” the stick swung gingerly around Sam’s stomach, before she gently poked it. 

Anon hour starts now. Everything will be answered.

[goblincleavers]

and there it bound me in shades of darkness though i did not know i did not know

[antivanashes]

lotr meme | [5/6] characters - Samwise Gamgee

[imnes-deactivated20170924]

“Oh, I see. ‘‘ Curiosity came to life in his bright blue eyes when the fair maiden mention a Frodo Baggins. It was a name his ears hadn’t heard before. Who was he? Bilbo’s son? Aye, it seemed like much had happened since the last time they had seen each other. ’’Yes, I am a friend of his. Haven’t seen him in a long time, so I thought a visit would be good, but it seemed like he wasn’t home when I knocked on his door. Maybe he doesn’t wish to see me, who knows?‘’ A soft chuckle left him while his lips curled into a slight smile when memories from the past flashed by. The thief hadn’t exactly been happy when they had knocked on the door many years ago. It seemed like some things never changed.

[gamgcc-blog]

    “Well then, I’ll show y’to Bag End then.” Marigold grinned, before petting the cat affectionately in her arms. She wondered if he was one of the dwarves that Mister Bilbo had mentioned in his stories? Now she was interested in knowing more about how this stranger knew Bilbo.  A tilt of the young hobbit’s head and a kind smile followed as the cat meowed lightly, “I don’t know why he wouldn’t want t’see you if you’re a friend and all. If he’s home, maybe he’ll answer if I knock?” she began walking back toward the hill, before turning to the stranger, “ -  What’s your name Mister?”

[gamgcc-blog]

“Let me know if you need anything.”

this meme.

    There was a long pause as Marigold thought of anything she would need. Nothing of importance came to thought, except food. She had missed second breakfast and was getting a bit hungry again. “Do y’have any sausages and taters?”

[gamgcc-blog]

“You look like you could use a hand.”

this meme.

     “I could!” Marigold huffed with a shake of her head, trying to lift one of the massive baskets full of vegetables. The young hobbit wasn’t nearly as strong as she had thought though, and couldn’t lift it all by herself. Usually one of her brothers or sisters would have been helping her, but they seemed to be preoccupied for the day and left her to tend to it herself. “ -- can y’get the other end?”

[gamgcc-blog]

@the-shire-halfling-bilbo continued from here.

    “Oh, I just was wondering if you’d like some company while m’brother’s tending to your garden is all.”  Marigold gave an awkward chuckle toward the elder hobbit. The youngest Gamgee admired him and loved hearing storied of his ( when the chance came ) but most of the time Bilbo Baggins did not like company.

[gamgcc-blog]

@thegreatstrongbow liked for a starter.

    “You’re not from ‘round here are y’Mister?” Marigold hummed, as she had a few chickens clucking at her feet. The young halfling wasn’t sure who this person was, but all she knew was that he certainly wasn’t a hobbit. “ -- y’lost or something or are you looking for someone in particular?” 

[fairyshire]

[thelylacdaggermemes]

Someone just grabbed my muse by the arm. They look intent on hurting my muse.

How does your muse react to this?

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Make a pass at my muse!

Flirt with them, lean in to kiss then, squeeze their leg, whatever!

[ewoksarecute-deactivated2024072]

‘…Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.’

[five-guns-days]

“My condolences for your cat” The Doctor expressed with a calm voice, his ocean eyes watching the little grave in front of him for didn’t bother her wish to didn’t be looking at. Part of the Time Lord can’t help himself to feeling himself as a block of ice used to being skirted with death. Additionally, a terrible emotion ride up into his throat by saw concretely the grave, swallowed sadly. 

[gamgcc-blog]

    Slowly turning to the voice, Marigold sniffled once. She had seen a Man, which was uncommon ( but not unheard of ) in the Shire. Her heart was heavy as she looked up at the strangely dressed man wearing a vegetable. “He was a nice cat. He didn’t bother nobody or nothing.” she began, biting her lip as she took a very deep breath to keep from crying again. She had to act tough though it was sure she looked a mess. Her brows knitted, now wanting to know why he was there? “Are y’lost Mister?” 

[thearkenstone-ck]

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