a lucky clover

Clover Brownlock of Michel Delving, the Shire. Gardener and Merchant of Flowers & Gardening Supplies. Bright, Bubbly, and All Smiles. Independent OC in the Tolkien verse. Clover is a Hobbit, and adaptable to almost any Tolkien Age. tracking: greenfieldsofclover [ MULTI-VERSE | MULTI-SHIP | MULTI-FANDOM ] I will RP with anyone from any fandom!

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gonowandspeedwell:

He flashed her a faint smile, knowing that it would just be a set of empty words if he were to say that she was a compliment to her race. Bard knew next to nothing about Hobbits and he wouldn’t go so far as to assume that the entirety of Hobbit-kind consisted of friendly personalities. The fact that Clover herself was pleasant was enough for him. “So I’ve been told. Unfortunately I can’t carry a tone to save my life.” It was half joke, half truth. Bard only sang when he was alone out on the lake and even then had a sinking suspicion that he scared the fish away.

The wooden boards of the town creaked under him as he moved, and they made one or two stops at a cluster of fishermen that he knew could be somewhat trusted. Curious glances were tossed in Clover’s direction but they all agreed to look out for her father or the wreckage of an accident. Bard was mostly silent as they completed the short journey to his house, opening the door open for Clover and waiting for her to enter before closing it behind him. The children were out on their daily chores but he had no doubt that they would be back soon.

"Have a seat." Bard invited before adding, "Would you tell me more about Hobbits? Is your kind partial to bringing children when they go to trade." Clover was barely as taller than Tilda and as such, in his mind, Bard had classified her as a girl.

"Aw, well that's unfortunate--but it shouldn't stop you from singing. Singing makes people happy, no matter if it sounds pretty or like a dying goat, plus it's fun." Clover managed a smile, pulling the coat closer around her still. Oh, she really hated the cold. She was quickly finding this out. But, she followed after him making a lot less noise than he was making. Gosh, were all Big People this noisy? How did they live like this? It was a silly racket and it made her wrinkle her nose. Poor things. Never learned to walk correctly. Their parents should be ashamed.

But, she (of course) kept those thoughts to herself because she wasn't rude enough to say such things outloud. Oh no, she remembered her manners, thank you. And keeping quiet kept her from babbling about how worried she was about her father. Which was... exceptionally worried. Dark eyes glanced around at his "house" and she was extremely homesick for a moment. Everything was much bigger than anything she was used to, but she didn't let that show. Nodding, she went to sit--climb--onto a chair before freezing and turning to face him far faster than any movement she had made thus far.

"Do you think I'm a child?" She asked incredulously, narrowing her eyes. "I am no child, Master Bard. I am an adult in Hobbit standards. I don't know what you silly Humans use--but I am forty-three and I haven't been a child in many years!" Her hands found her hips, the coat falling away, but she wasn't cold anymore. "I might be a young Hobbit, but I am not a child. Just because I came with my father does not mean that I am some defenseless child! He is getting on in his years and would not listen when I begged him not to go--so I came with him to make sure he'd be okay!"

Her arms crossed irritably over her stomach and her chin jutted up, "Just because I am not your height does not mean I am a child."

[greenfieldsofclover]

                 "--Oh! I hope you're not hurt. That was a nasty little fall!"

[greenfieldsofclover]

I'm going to go lay down. I'll be back on later! like this if you want to rp or plot! <3

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bilboelsaqueador:

     Turning his attention from the lovely, freshly made wreath to the Hobbit, Bilbo widened his smile some before giving another polite nod and answering. “Ah, yes, yes. I’m merely looking for a simple bouquet of… of I’m not sure what, being quite honest. Of any kind of flowers that would make it proper to give it to a relative, but not a very close one. One that said ‘I remembered your birthday but I’m not too attached to you, so just have some flowers’.

     “—Uh, perhaps that wasn’t a proper desciprtion,” he now added, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Surely the girl wouldn’t know what to make of that.

For a moment, she was quiet, chewing her lip thoughtfully, dark eyes on the ceiling. However, moments later she bounced back to life with a grin. "Oh, you described it fine! Let's see, let's see..." Clover turned in a small circle, her eyes dancing along the shelves of fresh flowers at her disposal. There was another moment of hesitation before she started to gather some blooms with a softer smile. "White carnations for remembrance--remembering their birthday of course--hyacinth for sincerity--because of course you meant to remember--and casablancas for celebration--because it is a celebration. Although not an extravagant one on your part, right?" 

She flashed a grin before deftly arranged the white and purple flowers into a bouquet. "I do hope they like it, however. I am proud of my work, even if you don't like them very much."

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gonowandspeedwell:

"Makes sense to get a little head start." Bard replied, thinking about which of his contacts were going out on the lake or beyond that day. He had used the term friend rather loosely but they could more or less be counted upon if they found anything. "No. You’re the first Hobbit I’ve ever met. We don’t usually get that many visitors around here." Or visitors that weren’t human at least. A faintly amused expression crossed his face as she admitted to not being able to sit still, making him wonder if all Hobbits were as bouncy or as eager to help as she was. "I’m not in the habit of tying down guests, so we’ll find something for you to do."

He realized that he had never gotten around to introducing himself as she told him her name. “Pleasure to meet you too Clover. I’m Bard.” He glanced over his shoulder, spotting a group of fishermen that he knew. “Come on, we’ll spread the word about your father.”

"Then let's hope I am a compliment to my kind." At the very least, she seemed to be calming down now that she was warming up a little and didn't feel like she was going to be attacked at any moment. She ran a hand through dark curls and looked up to Bard, feeling weird at the sensation. Sure, she was on the short side of her race, but this was ridiculous! "Bard? That's a nice name. Very... musical." Clover followed his gaze before nodding slowly. "Alright. Lead the way." She waved her hand before pulling the coat closer around her to fight off the cold.

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bilbothestinger

"--Oh! Don't touch that!" She nearly squeaked before batting the plant away with a stick. "It's poisonous. Even to touch!"

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bilboelsaqueador:

Even though she wasn’t looking in his direction now nor paying attention to him, Bilbo nodded; taking some steps forward and looking around. “—Oh, take your time, lass; I’m in no rush,” he assured her, putting on a quick smile.

With a few swift movements, the wreath was done and she dropped it on a table. Turning quickly, skirts swirling as she did, the brunette Hobbit turned her attention to her visitor. "So! Can I help you, sir?"

[greenfieldsofclover]

Let me know if you want to plot anything with Clover! I'm up for anything. c:

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bilboelsaqueador

Clover didn't look up immediately when the door to her shop chimed, she was far too busy trying to arrange brightly colored flowers into a wreath. However, "--Hello! I'll be right with you!" she did manage to remember some of her manners.

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just-abowman:

Food? While trade of that sort would certainly have been welcomed, Bard didn’t dwell very long on the ‘what ifs’. The reality of things was that her father could still be out there and Bard could practically see the worry and weariness in the girl’s eyes. “We won’t leave him out there, I promise.” Bard would have gone out there on his boat himself but it wasn’t a very good idea to leave the girl alone in Lake-Town. Neither was it a good idea to take her along because she looked like she was freezing. “In fact I could ask one or two of my friends to keep a look out for him.” It would give them something of a head start while she rested and perhaps it would put her at ease to know that something was being done to find her father. 

"Hobbit.." He tested the word out, this being the first time he had ever heard of the term. "Well, thank you for the offer but you’re my guest and you won’t have to do either." Bard offered her a little smile that he hoped looked reassuring.

"--Alright." She nodded slowly, not quite convinced, but she had no other choice. Clover knew her chances of survival were slim if she was on her own. Oh, if she was in the Shire--or Breeland at all--she could've been just fine. She knew which plants were good which were bad, but here? It barely looked like anything grew at all! Except for snow and ice. Things the Hobbit didn't particularly care for. "You would? That's awful kind of you." But, she found her self blinking and she tilted her head slowly. "...Have you never met a Hobbit before? Oh, well of course not. What Hobbit would venture here, right?" A shaky smile before it turned into an earnest expression. "Absolutely not! I want to help. I can't sit still anyway, so, if you want to stop me--you'll just have to tie me down!"

And then her manners struck and she shook her head, "Oh--my name is Clover Brownlock." A small curtsy followed before she offered a smile. "Pleasure."

[greenfieldsofclover]

gdi my tag broke.

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           "--Sorry, if you're looking to sho--" She looked up and blinked, "Oh you are definitely not here for gardening supplies, huh? How can I help you?"

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just-abowman:

"A trader." Bard echoed, a look of faint surprise passing across his face for a moment. Lake-town had it’s fair share of that but most traders were human. There was the occasional elf or three but this girl didn’t look elven judging from her feet. Still the question of species could wait as worry started to set in. The waters around Lake-town were treacherous and accidents were, unfortunately, quite a common occurrence. He pushed back the possibility that her father could have drowned and instead said, "My house is not too far from here. Perhaps you’d like to get warm before we go out looking for your father."

  She looked over her shoulder, sharp eyes taking in the place that she had come from. (For Hobbits have very keen eyesight, of course.) Bouncing a little, out of worry this time instead of energy, she slowly turned back to the Man, brown eyes a little wary. "We were coming to trade food--or give it away really. Pa was good about that. But--" She glanced back, "We will come back, won't we? We won't just... leave him out there?" She hadn't said yes yet, but she wasn't saying no. "And I can make it up to you. I'm a fair cook--all Hobbits are!--or perhaps I could clean or... I just won't be useless. I promise. A Brownlock is never useless." For a moment, she looked rather sure of herself until the name left her lips. "At least that's what Pa used to say."

[greenfieldsofclover]

pardon me while i giggle at the fact two thorins followed me at the same time. ya'll must have thorin-senses. or something.

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just-abowman:

The coat that he was wearing had seen better days to be sure, but Bard didn’t think twice before he shrugged it off and offered it to her. While he was usually wary around strangers, this one looked and sounded sincere enough and besides, this wasn’t a very good place to be lost in. “I’m sorry to hear about your flowers.” He voiced, wondering if picking flowers was the reason why she had gotten lost, or if she was a merchant selling flowers of some sort. “If you could tell me where you were headed, perhaps I could point you in the right direction.”

Clover blinked up at him when he offered his jacket to her--manners dictated that she decline, but her body was already starting to shake from shivers--so, she took it with a shy smile. "Thank you." The coat was much too big for her, but it provided some warmth--even if she had to treat it like a blanket instead of the article of clothing that it was. "I... Well, I was with my dad. He likes to travel, and he's a trader, but there was an accident and I lost him and lost myself it seems!"

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