#batteredoptomist

[awkwardcourage]

Mr Baggins and the Fey Child

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The Shire was not a place of great adventure, nor of little adventure. In fact, to anyone inclined to adventure or excitement, the Shire was rather a dull place to be. It was fortunate that Bilbo Baggins was most certainly not one of these people- so it was a surprise, not only to the entire Shire but also to himself, that when an exciting thing did occur, he handled it in a most un-Bagginses way.

He was taking a stroll through the woods, puffing on his pipe, so absentminded and wrapped up in his own thoughts that he very nearly missed him. A small boy lay under a tree, fast asleep as though the roots of the oak were a soft bed and the leaves about him his blanket. Bilbo stared blinking in surprise, unsure if what he was seeing was wholly real, for he was no hobbit child and visitors were rare in these parts.

Upon realising the boy had no clothes, he took off his jacket in a flurry and tucked it around the small form, “I say,” he said, gently shaking the boys shoulder, “are you alright? You’d best wake up,” he spoke louder now, “I can’t help you in this state!”

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Cont. @batteredoptimist​

Bilbo had been round on his lunch break to the shoppe, a canvas bag filled with sandwiches and fruit in tow, when he had seen James hard at work with his flowers. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to scoop him up onto his shoulder, but James seemed to always be hard at work. Not that there was anything wrong with that (lord only knew how many hours he had sunk into his own private business), but play was just as important as fun.

He’d placed the bag down and before James knew what was happening he ducked down and picked him up onto his shoulder. He may not be tall, but he was a baker after all and years of kneading dough and stirring heavy cake mixtures had made him deceptively strong. He swept James up and grinned as he heard the laugh of surprise coming from behind him, “Yes, I find a lot of people say that! It’s certainly nice to take people by surprise,” he turned and headed to the bag he had brought, “I’m spiriting you away, I’m afraid. You need a decent lunch and I’ve brought some for us.”

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Starter for @batteredoptimist

Bilbo had passed Florets flower shop a number of times and though he had admired the beautiful foliage inside, he had, for one reason or another, never had the time to stop in and have a proper look round. He was something of a gardener himself, but he grew more fruit and vegetables than he did flowers. He had always wanted to, had always admired gardens that were a jungle of vibrant colour and curious variety, but he never seemed to get the knack of it.

He never liked Gardner’s Question Time and none of his friends could be called experts on gardening, so he supposed that the only way to get some solid advice was from forever flourishing flower shop. He chose a quiet time of day where the bakery wouldn’t miss him and walked down to Florets, determined to finally go inside; once he did, he wasn’t disappointed. There was so much to look at and admire and he spent ten minutes glancing over all of the different flora and foliage, before realising that he wasn’t alone in the shop.

Bilbo turned and smiled at what he assumed was the owner, a man not that much taller than himself, with striking eyes and autumnal curls.

“Hello there! This is a lovely shop you have here, though this is my first opportunity to come in and have a proper look.”

[archerwhiterp]

[ SHOCK ] for sender to find receiver covered in blood and delirious.

even more injury memes

In as grand a hall as was White Manor, it wasn't uncommon for even Archer and James to not see each other for days. They would try to connect but business called. Archer had affairs to deal with and most of the staff was still quite terrified of the fae lord. Things had gone quiet. The silence thicker than it should be and even the clamoring of the kitchen was missing.

This silence ended with a loud crash. A hallowed scream cut short and the fall of stacks of book cases. James was the first to Archer's second library study. Curtains of the window were billowing to cover the destroyed room. Tables overturned, Bookshelves pushed while precious rare tomes and books were strewn over the floor.

Buried in a corner under one such pile was Archer. Blood splattered up his neck and down his chest. Gasping for breath yet still fighting, pinned under an assasin. The man dressed in grey and green had Archer's knife pulnged through his chest but would not stop till he finished the job. Clawing at the resurected lord with what blades he had left.

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[[ Fans would write intense in-depth essays trying to unravel Fox's past. They'd look for symbolism in every single word and try to break open the secret meaning! ]]

for OCs: what fandom discourse would there be surrounding my character if they were canon? | Answering

Ahh, I love that idea! That would be so cool :D looking at his more peculiar scars and trying figure out what weapon made them