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Indie Tilda blog from The Hobbit
Multi-para, one-liner, short, formal, informal,AU, Crossover crack, ask, and any other form of rp available.
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Absolutely NO NSFW.
8+ years of RP experience, 2+ years on tumblr
Will RP with anyone OC or Cannon from any fandom!
About Rules Headcannons
I read a book about a girl on fire
I read a book about a fearless prior
I read a book about a boy with a wand
I read a book about a girl whos drawings respond
I read a book about a boy with demigod power
and a book about girl who threw herself and the bad guy off a tower.
The girl on fire...
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"Don’t look!"
"Ahh!" Tilda gasped, covering her eyes at the sight of her brother’s blood, "Bain, I’m getting papa that’s a lot of blood!"
Bain pondered the thought, while sipping the water. It didnt matter if he liked it or not, it would be very helpful if Da was to known about this, but as any stubborn boy, yes he can admit his stubborness, believes that he can handle this without anyone knowing.
"If i tell you what happened, can you please help me with Da?" His father hardly got annoyed when Tilda was involved, she was his little princess and she could got away with many things
Tilda pretended to think about his question for a moment before nodding at him and offering him a bright smile.
"'Course I will," she replied, inching loser, suddenly eager to hear the story, though her heart was still plagued with worry for her brother.
It wasn't that the girl didn't think Bain could handle himself, it was simply that she was afraid of losing him, and she knew he was not invincible.
"Just make it quick, the quicker you tell me, the quicker we can get you to da'," the young girl said after a minute of contemplation.
Tilda listened to Kili’s stories intently, grey eyes glimmering with wonder. When Kili was done speaking to her, the young girl was half asleep, leaning against the rail of the balcony they sat on.
"I hope that you regain Erebor. It sounds quite lovely," she muttered, smiling over at him tiredly.
"It is quite lovely." Kili agreed shooting the small girl a fond look as he stood up slowly, mindful of his leg. "Maybe one day you can visit yourself." Kili suggested as he gathered the nearly sleeping child in his arms carefully, starting to carry her back home.
He didn’t want her to really fall asleep and slip into the water after all.
"I would like that a lot," Tilda muttered sleepily, lazily settling against his chest, too tired to insist on walking herself.
"I bet it's a lot prettier in Erebor than it is here on the lake," with a wry, taxing smile, the youngling murmured, her voice getting heavier with sleep.
She was walking down the street of the city, admiring the place. She was holding her bag with the harp in her arms. Soon she found a good place to rest, an old tree and a fountain in its shadow. She sat on a bench beside it and took off her harp to play a little. When...
tildaofesgaroth started following you
She smiled and waved at her.
"Then come closer, dear one. May I ask for your name? I am flattered by your words, because you are very pretty by yourself."
"My name is Matilda, miss, but most call me Tilda, and I am not so pretty," the girl replied modestly, toeing the ground at her feet and shyly stepping closer.
"I have never been around such a pretty woman, save for my sister. If you don't mind my asking, why are you here, miss?"
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From a Queen to a Princess
"I spy you there Little one." Turning to smile wide at the young girl who just skittered through the door. "Do not worry, your Father is busy. What if your name?"
Tilda stopped, a blush dusting her cheeks as she was discovered by the queen, her eyes met the ground when the woman began to speak to her.
"I apologize, my lady. I did not mean to intrude," she replied quickly, "My name is Matilda, but I prefer Tilda, miss."
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tildaofesgaroth started following you
She was walking down the street of the city, admiring the place. She was holding her bag with the harp in her arms. Soon she found a good place to rest, an old tree and a fountain in its shadow. She sat on a bench beside it and took off her harp to play a little. When she noticed someone was observing her she smiled. "Good day! Come and sit with me, dear one."
Tilda poked her head out from her hiding place, and approached the woman tentatively, her cream and lavender gown flapping around her. A golden circlet set with pearls lay on her small brow.
"I am sorry if I have interrupted anything, I did not mean to, but you are so beautiful I had to get a closer look," the little girl said softly, kicking the dirt at her feet.
Tilda shook her head and said, "Nay, my da’ used to tell me that dwarfs were made of stone."
A bright smile broke out across the girls face and she giggled light before she remarked, "However, you are clearly not made of stone.”
Poking his arm, Tilda nodded, his arm was no different than her father’s, perhaps thicker, but no less fleshy; he was certainly not forged of stone.
"Aye, we’re not made of stone." Kili chuckled amused, letting the small girl poke his arm to prove his point. "Our homes are made of it however." He added starting to explain her stories about Erebor, about their kingdom built and carved deep into the mountain.
Tilda listened to Kili's stories intently, grey eyes glimmering with wonder. When Kili was done speaking to her, the young girl was half asleep, leaning against the rail of the balcony they sat on.
"I hope that you regain Erebor. It sounds quite lovely," she muttered, smiling over at him tiredly.
Headcannon
Tilda's full name is Matilda, however, she knows that if she's being called Matilda she is in more trouble that she could possibly imagine.
"Don’t look!"
"Ahh!" Tilda gasped, covering her eyes at the sight of her brother’s blood, "Bain, I’m getting papa that’s a lot of blood!"
Tilda stopped running and turned toward Bain, however she was still inching in the direction of their house.
"Da’ will know what to do, Bain,"she reasoned, giving him a look.
“‘Sides that, he won’t flog you until after you’re well, and by then he might forget,”the young girl teased despite the dire situation.
He might know what to do, but he’ll ground me until i have grey hair! Bain kept on trying to stop his sister from going to their father. “I’ll be fine…i just need to rest for a while. Da doesnt need to know about this” This was the last time he let his anger getting the best of him.
Tilda thought for a moment before she sighed in defeat and sat down next to her brother.
"Do you need me to do anything if you won’t let me get papa?"the girl asked softly, looking up at Bain.
Bain smiled at her, grateful that she wouldnt continue with her attempts of dragging their father into this situation. “Just be a kind girl with your brother, and bring me some water please” He politely asked her, subtly keeping a firm grip on his side. That last kick they gave him hurt like hell…
Tilda ran quickly to the nearest source of clean water and filled her water skin. She brought it back to Bain and handed it to him, a worried look on her face.
"Are you sure you don't need help, Bain? I really think we should tell da'.."
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Tilda seemed to contemplate the twin’s answer and she nodded, sighing in defeat, before she approached her once more.
"Perhaps this is the work of someone else then. Perhaps we have been cursed. We should tell da’, he will know what to do," the blonde said firmly, extending her arm to offer a hand to her mirror.
"Come, we must go quickly before this curse gets any worse," the young girl urged, shaking her hand at the other Tilda, unwilling to waste anymore time.
Tilda looked at the other girl’s hand. She truly was afraid now. A curse? She did not want to be cursed! Being cursed did not sound very good. To be sure, it sounded terrible. And how could she know if this other girl was trustworthy? Tilda furrowed her brow once again. This was all very complicated. Well, she did not have another choice anyway did she?
"But after we went to your Da’ we have to go and talk to mine" The young girl said, pouting a little, while she took the other’s hand.
"And you have to tell me one thing first" Tilda said, leaning her weight back a little so the other girl could not pull her in any direction "What is your name? For mine is Tilda, and we cannot be both Tilda! That is just too confusing!"
"Deal," she said, wrapping her fingers around the other girls and walking quickly in the direction of their home.
Tilda thought about it for a minute, blinking, "My name is Tilda for short, as well, but you can call me Matilda, and I will call you Tilda."