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I’m doing NaNoWriMo for the first time in my life and that means 50k words before the end of the month. I’ll be pretty absent while I battle against my own mental hurdles to make it happen. Wish me luck!
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PSA:
I’m doing NaNoWriMo for the first time in my life and that means 50k words before the end of the month. I’ll be pretty absent while I battle against my own mental hurdles to make it happen. Wish me luck!
“It is. Brave you are to wander these woods, little hobbit, and perhaps a little foolish. These woods are not often kind to strangers, and all too often they swallow them up. Going eastward may be your best bet, towards the Beornings whom guard the pass. Their woods are far safer.”
“Foolish would be more apt, bravery sounds so noble.” The words came plainly, matter-of-fact. She hadn’t been frightened of the forest, so there was no courage to be had in entering them. “These Beornings do not mind trespassers in their woods? I am a hunter, I would not travel where my trade would be unwelcome.”
AN AMUSING QUERY. with her face tipped downward & a faint shimmer like starlight in the depths of her eyes, the elf-maiden replied. ❝ none that i know. a few songs —- but elven minstrels will write about nearly anything. ❞
Considering this, Maxima found it just as appropriate as a story, regardless of a minstrel’s fancies. “I don’t know of many elvish songs, but perhaps I have sung of you unknowingly. Songs travel fast when people like them.”
The travelling hobbit’s eyes were drawn upwards at the call of a voice, and she smiled up at what must of been another hobbit woman at a guess “Not quite lost,” She called up after the other had finished speaking. “Does the footpath perhaps lead anywhere eastern?” Isengar would have headed east, the silly boy was always fond of Eastern places.
East, was it? With the question requiring more than a few words’ answer, the huntress shimmied down from her place in the tree until the height was low enough for a jump. “If you’re looking to go east, the path I mentioned will take you that direction for a while before forking north again, but that path leads to the Green Way, and you could find yourself past the mountains following that road.” She gestured as she spoke, pointing out the directions with a gentle hand. “Simplest way to Rohan, should you need to go that way.”
“It might not be broken now, but it will be before long if you keep using it like this.” Which, in Bilbo’s opinion, simply won’t do. Oh no, not while he still lives and can do something about that. “Lets go to the markets, hm? Get you something in a better condition.”
“Nonsense. Perhaps you and your vast wealth can afford to replace things that are a bit worn to go beside your gold-plated indoor buckets, but my knife still holds up perfectly well and there is no reason to replace it.” Even if the blade did come loose from the hilt every now and again.
“Yes, the bear has gone away, for now.” They would eventually cross paths with it again though, the elf was certain of it. “That is one of the few things you need not worry about with this one. He would not have eaten you.”
“How can you be certain? Bears are dangerous.” Even now, the normally calm and even-voiced hobbit stood quite close to the legs of the elf that stood beside her. “I’d sooner face a warg unarmed, they have no chance of getting into the trees.”
@treewalked liked for a starter
“Is the bear gone?” She whispered to the elf, crouched behind a rock big enough to conceal her. “It looked big enough to swallow me whole.”
@undomi liked for a starter
“You look like someone people write fairy stories about.” Perhaps a naive observation, but she saw nothing else when she saw the fair elven maid. “Has anyone written a fairy story about you?”
@oldtookseldestdaughter liked for a starter
Though she rarely ventured west of Bree, Maxima knew well enough what a Harfoot hobbit looked like. The sight of one seemed bizarre outside the little green hills of the Shire--like watching a fish walk on land. “Are you lost?” Maxima called down from her perch in the boughs of a tree. “There is a footpath half a league north of here.”
Starter call at a proper hour! Like for an odd little hobbit happening upon your path!
How STRANGE it is to see a Hobbit in these parts! After the initial show of it, he nods at her request, quickly and easily taking down the trap. He lowers it down to her with a warm little smile, moving down a branch or two to get a better look. “Is this all you needed?” Patrol is slow, which meant he has more than enough time on his hands.
“It is, thank you.” She looked over the simple rope trap, assessing any damage that might have come in the time she’d left it set. Something had set it off and escaped, it seemed. “Is this your forest, master elf?” Not his alone of course, but belonging to the elves. She’d neither seen nor heard any sign of civilized folk since passing into this wood, but she’d been wrong before. “I do not mean to trespass if so.”
hi!! I’m sorry I started this blog and then vanished for two days!! I had the last Rwby screening to attend with the rest of my post-volume-3 Team JNPR on Wednesday, as well as getting my hair dyed hella gorgeous oceanic colors for 9 hours yesterday.
and tomorrow I’m seeing Phantom of the Opera oh my god
but I’m here now if anyone wants to plot or do anything!
@tofindthesun liked for a starter
“Excuse me,” she began, feeling no need to raise her quiet voice for one of the keen-hearing folk. “One of my traps is hanging in the tree to your left. Since you’re already there, would you take it down?” The hobbit imagined it would be nice to reach things in the branches without having to climb the tree.
@burglarybusiness liked for a starter
“It isn’t broken. It has character.” That is what people who couldn’t afford to replace their things often told themselves.
is it too late for a starter call? oh well, might as well start it up anyway!
Pinraneth
Sindarin, noun; [pin-RAH-neth] 1. (lit) small wandering woman; little wandress