#wxtchofthewoods

[zsakosur]

@wxtchofthewoods

His heart still felt heavy and the lump was still in his throat, even after a few hours of walking away from Erebor. When that thirteen Dwarves turned up in Bag End last September, Bilbo Baggins had no idea that he would grow so fond of them. Even though he was longing to be at his home again, saying goodbye to his comapnions did hurt him. Especially the goodbyes that were forever. To know that Thorin, Fíli and Kíli would never knock on his door again, no matter how much he would want them to. They were buried deep into the Mountain, along with the Arkenstone that had caused so much trouble in their family.

Tears filled his eyes at the thought and he had to stop for a while to calm down. When he managed to pull himself togather and got ready to walk on, he saw another person on the road, walking towards him. From their height, the Hobbit could state that they belonged to the Men - probably someone from Lake-Town. As they were not very far - but not near enough to see whether they were a man or a woman -, he decied to wait for them.

As the starnger came closer, Bilbo’s heavy heart became a little lighter and he was glad that he decided to wait, because he finally recognised the other person: it was Iona, the healer from the woods. A smile touched his lips as he stepped out on the road to greet the woman. 

“I didn’t think we would meet again,” he said.

[murkhith]

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This had to be the place, no one else would live alone so deep in the forest. Perhaps this healer could help with the pains the dwarven healers could not handle, and elven ones were reluctant to help with due to their severed bonds. Even if the wounds of the war had healed, the ache in his body remained to make living difficult as he found it hard to get out of bed during the worst days.

Pushing the small gate open, Kili lowered the hood of his cloak and knocked on the door.

[arawynngoldwing]

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“I’m sure you have.” Iona said simply, her tone somewhat dull. “Many people have.” Indeed, it wasn’t odd for others to come up to her, whether to throw things at her or stare at her and gawk. However, there were those that did seek out her healing abilities and they were very respectful of her. She looked them over carefully before deciding to continue, or whether she should or not.

“Was there something you needed? You don’t look to be ill.”

Arawynn had been searching for a healer for quite a while. And with slowly growing desperation. The people she asked weren’t helpful either - they only saw her well-worn and messy clothes that screamed ranger. Which was the same as a highwayman and bandit to them. Somebody they didn’t trust or help, no matter what it was.

An elderly woman finally gave her the tip where she could find a healer. The woman even gushed about her abilities. Following the directions was rather easy, the Dragon Changer simply needed to hope this healer wouldn’t refuse to help.

Her mouth was once again faster than her mind. Though it seemed like not everything was instantly lost. For the healer spoke to her.  “I need your help. Not for myself but for a companion of mine. He was injured during a combat. I did everything I was able to but...it’s not enough. My medical knowledge is limited to simple wounds and first-aid after battles.”, she explained.

[loyalservants]

( Continuation | @wxtchofthewoods​ )

Iona raised an eyebrow as she looked to the dwarf who had spoken to her. She had been cutting her flowers in her garden when she heard the voice. “Oh? Is that so now?” Her voice teasing lightly as she faced them completely now. “What makes you say that master dwarf? Do you need something?” She questioned gently with a tilt of her head. Many people would stop by for some sort of treatment for an ailment but the dwarf before her didn’t look sick, so it was rather curious for her.

                                    GIMLI CLEARED HIS THROAT, bringing his gauntlet-covered fist close to his mouth. He carried no AILMENT, aye, but instead, he carried curiosity. It was not very Dwarvish of him to fall for his internal questioning but he had heard plenty rumours of her and unlike regarding the Sorceress of Lothlórien, many spoke how much she had healed the sick.  ❝ Ah, I’m afraid I have no disease, by Mahal’s grace, but I am here because... many spoke highly of you, ❞  said he courteously.  ❝ If I am bothering you, my lady, I may return next time. ❞

[warhornofgondor]

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It had been a simple walk through the woods, or so she had initially thought. The lone woman did not expect to come across the man in the elvish looking boat, nor did she expect for him to still be breathing. Her dark eyes had observed the vision before her carefully before noticing small rises in the man’s chest, and that was when her instincts kicked in as she rushed to do what she did best.

Iona had managed to pull the mysterious man from the boat and carry him towards her little campsite that she was calling home for now. It was there that she began to meticulously heal him, her hands gentle with each touch and salve she applied. She couldn’t help herself sometime, it seemed. The moment the man took fever, she feared the worse.

So she did what her mother used to do to comfort her when she was ill. She hummed softly and continued her work until he seemed to get better. After days, he would be hungry, so she made some soup and offered some to him, helping him sip at it slowly. Though when she spoke to him, Iona was a little expectant of silence, so when he finally did answer she was surprised. Offering him a small smile, the healer shook her head gently. She could see the sadness in his eyes though and it caused curiosity to rise.

“You owe me nothing, sir. This is simply what I do. It’s my job to heal others,” Iona explained gently before setting aside the small bowl. “You are lucky to be alive, Boromir of Gondor. You may call me Iona.”

One might argue about luck. Was it that which had brought him here? Or, was it Fate, that fickle idea that only differs from Luck in being planned? The views and assumptions forged over three decades started to crumble in a silent existential crisis.

“To bring a man from the edge of death is not a feat for a simple healer.” He forced a polite smile as he took another sip of broth. She may have also been a skilled cook for the broth tasted better than anything he could remember. Awake and able to observe with a semi-clear mind, Boromir took the chance to study his surroundings. The fever had let him believe it was the Houses of Healing with its smells and sounds. A sinking of the heart at the realization that it was not the Houses, and it was not home.

“May I ask where we are?”

[bymybeardisthatthetime]

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Bofur stretched as he got off the small boat that had ferried him across the Lake. The trip from Erebor to Dale had been uneventful, but after visiting Bard and his children for a night, he’d realized it would take him very much longer on his trek if he were to walk around the lake, rather than go across it.

Finding a boat that was heading all the way to what remained of Laketown was another story however. There had been some discussion among the men who’d lived there about repairing the ruins left by the attack from Smaug, but it didn’t get much past discussion. No one was overly interested in carving up the dragon to get get his rotting corpse out of the middle of town. Not especially when there were perfectly good stone houses to be moved into.

Alas, the little fishing boat hadn’t been willing to head right to Laketown, som superstition about the dragon bringing bad luck, but dropped him off a ways down the shore. He sighed and hefted his pack on his shoulders, heading inland, grateful enough that he’d saved a day or two of travel.

He still had to work his way around to the other side of Laketown to reach the road however. He sighed and began trudging, as it was little more than that at this time of day.

[warhornofgondor]

"Everything will be okay, I promise. But you need to talk to me."

@wxtchofthewoods

A grey elven keel rocked gently against the shore. Rauros’s voice was but an echo this far downstream. The mighty Anduin rushed past the laden boat on its journey to the sea. For a day late in winter the sun was warm, dispelling the cold that had settled on the body arranged in the hull. Only the slight rise in the blood soaked chest gave an indication that the man was alive.

In this wilderness, far from home, he was found. The woman had tended his wounds. Gentle ministrations cleaned and bandaged the three holes, a new constellation of scars on his chest. A fever had come and few words had tumbled from the dry lips as dreams and visions took hold of his restless mind.

Through it all the healer had attended to every need. Murmured words of comfort were accompanied by an encouraging, soft smile. Even now as she helped this stranger sip slowly at the broth her request was kindly but firmly said.

Boromir studied her, determining what to tell her, and how much. He wished to remain silent, to keep the secrets and memories to himself. To not voice the shame and regret. It would feel disrespectful to ignore her request, so with a soft sigh he offered her little.

“I am Boromir of Gondor and I owe you a great debt for the aid you have rendered.”

[zsakosur]

😊 would my muse ever ask someone on a date?

sex+romance headcanons!

I think, yes,  he would ask someone out, but without directly stating that it is a date. He would rather just ask the other person to do something together, like go for a picnic or something like that.