#berndis

[shotechis]

A pivotal scene in Hroswyn's life. Her husband's gone to war on the Pelennor Fields, Aldburg is full of largely defenceless refugees, and now the horizon is glowing red from enemy fires... indeed, wouldn't it be too easy if the evil only concentrated their efforts on Minas Tirith like everyone else?  So she dusts off her hauberk, rallies all the women that are able and ready to use a weapon, equips them with whatever rusty chainmail and dented helmet she can find, and sets up to defend the city and all the people in it from the coming storm... 

[shotechi]

Berndís is lost, the wind is blowing and the fog is rolling slowly over the hills.

[OC-based Middle-Earth RP that has no title yet but is collectively and fondly called “Questen im Westen”. 4 authors, 4 main characters, work in progress.]

[shotechi]

Centaur!Berndís for Ascenthos. 8D

[shotechi]

Inktober #10 - prompt "jump" 

OC-tober: “The OC that's best with animals" - Berndís (and Specca)

She's got a natural affinity for horses, of course - she knows a lot about them, especially Démagud has taught her about what makes a good one up. But then again it's not only knowledge but... familiarity.

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(my sketchbook was too small)

My prompt list!

[shotechi]

A riding outfit for Berndís, from age 16 onward (I guess)

[shotechi]

Bernhelm had picked up her daughter - the girl was sitting comfortably on the broad man's hip now, dangling her legs. The two seemed to be laughing about something he'd said; united in their little conspiracy, they returned to Hroswyn, who was rooting out some thorny bushes from the piece of land surrounding their house.  

The red-haired woman looked up as she saw the two approaching. A smile spread on her face - wiping the sweat from her forehead, she got back on her feet.

A sudden wave of affection washed over her as she noticed how lovingly the tall man was looking at Berndís, her daughter. And yet, this knot of shame was still lingering inside her... he was treating her like his own flesh and blood, something she in fact wasn't. How silly she had been.... even all these years later, she felt her cheeks burning at the memory of how she'd let Démagud fool her so.

After his sudden disappearance, Bernhelm had been the one who'd offered to marry her, to cover her shame and provide for her child - and Hroswyn hadn't yet seen a day on which she hadn't been grateful for what he'd given. In a way, she had grown to love him; slowly, but steadily, like a sapling breaking through the soil.

Bernhelm said nothing; he put her daughter back on the ground and she dashed away, leaving him alone with his wife. The stout woman wavered, overwhelmed by the vastness of things she suddenly felt, and stumbled forward into his arms. The blond man smiled. And then, he finally dared to kiss her, softly and tenderly. To his surprise, she didn't pull away, but leaned into him as if she was drowning, and he the only rock that towered over the floods. (WIP, finished drawing will probs end up on dA)

[shotechi]

Some doodling ;D These are some new characters for our LotR roleplay that I've been developing throughout the last few days (they're only side characters, pretty much, but I may or may not have accidentally created one of my top OTPs O_O oopssss) Anyway, meet Bernhelm, Hroswyns husband (a literal teddy bear), with their daughter. ;D This is a WIP in every sense of the word - I still have to fix the faces. But I kind of like Berny's pose, arm and hands o: