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seafinnigan‌:

Seamus couldn’t honestly say he was quite as passionate about Herbology as Parisa, but he did much prefer outdoor, hands on classes to being stuck inside a stuffy classroom all day. Even if they were going to end up elbow deep in fertilizer, which was the polite word for various kinds of animal shit.

“Yeah, alright,” Seamus agreed politely once Parisa had finished her explanation. He made the quick trip over to the set of shelves and returned with their plant, which seemed to be doing reasonably well. Dittany was a pretty useful plant, especially with how often people seemed to get hurt around Hogwarts, and he could see why Sprout wanted them to learn to grow it.

“You ever harvest wild plants?” he asked. As much as Seamus enjoyed being out in the greenhouses, he thought exploring the grounds would be even better. Maybe even go into the forest, a bit.

“I wish I knew who keeps putting my plants up there.” Parisa sighed as Seamus came back with their pot. Her fingers brushed affectionately over the leaves. Parisa could almost feel the thrum of magic through the greenery. Or maybe that was just her imagination. “It seems like every time I come into the greenhouse someone has moved one of my things up too high.”

Professor Sprout came around, handing new, bigger pots out to the class. This new pot was nearly the size of Parisa’s head. Parisa wanted to make sure the new pot was labeled with their names before they put the new plant inside. Trying to label it after could lead to disaster. Parisa wrote while answering Seamus’ question. “Of course I have. Dulcina, the witch who raised me, lives in the middle of the woods. It’s always fun collecting wild plants.” She grinned at her partner. “Like a treasure hunt.”

#seafinnigan #v; Hogwarts

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wanderingxfaerie

Touch of Earth ||Closed||

wanderingxfaerie

kingoakenshieldoferebor‌:

Blasted forests. Thorin had been traveling in this particular one for around two days - which was two days too long, as far as he was concerned. Exposed roots meant his pony could go no faster than a careful walk, and the paths were winding, some barely visible. More importantly, all the trees looked the same to him. He had no idea if he was actually lost, or if this particular path he was trying to follow was just that convoluted. His pony wasn’t faring much better, more used to plains and foothills, or at least established roads. Thorin tried his best to soothe it, but he could only do so much. Doubtless the animal picked up on his own discomfort and agitation.

Still, he’d felt like he might be making progress… Until a large branch crashed down from the canopy overhead to block the path he’d been eyeing as a possible shortcut. That seemed to be the final straw for his pony. Thorin tried to calm it but almost bit his tongue as the pony reared sharply, throwing him from the saddle. He landed on his upper back first, forcing all the breath from his chest - then his head struck an exposed root.

When Thorin woke, it was gradual. His pounding headache made itself known immediately. The focal point of it seemed to sting, but there was…cool water, from…a cloth? Had someone found him? Slate blue eyes slivered open. The sight of stone above him was such a relief it made him smile. It only lasted for a couple short seconds, before Thorin noticed movement in his peripheral. He didn’t recognize the woman, but his body felt too leaden and sore at the moment to react beyond an expression of tense caution. A wince stuttered his frown, as furrowing his brow too deeply only made his headache worse. “…Who are you?” Thorin managed, the sound roughened by his dry throat.

The dwarf’s opening eyes caused the fae pause. It was years of caution and hiding from others that made Parisa tense. She reminded herself that it was her fault the dwarrow was in this position and finished cleaning the blood from his forehead. She also felt comforted by the fact that he didn’t make any sudden movements. Plus the faerie had also taken the liberty of removing the dwarf’s weapons while he’d been unconscious. They’d been placed on the far side of the outcrop where he could see them but not get to them quickly. Parisa didn’t like weapons much.

“Do not strain yourself.” Her voice was soft and raspy from disuse. It’s not like Parisa had many people to talk to in the woods. And the trees and plants spoke in a language that had no words. Parisa also spoke slowly. She had to remember how to project the right sounds in the right order. It felt as though it would be both unhelpful and embarrassing if she got it wrong.

Parisa placed the rag in the bowl of dirty water and reached for another bowl. In it was a combination of herbs she’d crushed and more clean rain water. “This will help with pain.” The faerie smiled encouragingly as she held the bowl to the dwarf’s lips. The healing herbs were ones that didn’t grow in the area or at that time of year, but by asking the Earth and giving a little of her magic Parisa had been able to grow them quickly.

#kingoakenshieldoferebor #v; Tolkien

seafinnigan‌:

Seamus sighed and shoved the now-crumpled newspaper back into his school bag. Non-Quidditch fans just didn’t get it. The fact that they’d gotten so close, only to lose at the last minute, made it worse, not better. He’d gotten his hopes up, had really thought they could do it. If they’d been knocked out of the running early, he could’ve enjoyed the season without this disappointment.

At least he wasn’t a Cannons fan, he supposed.

“Yeah, maybe next year,” he agreed a bit half-heartedly. He could recognize that Parisa was being nice, and he was too broken-hearted to fill her in on the exact ins and outs of Quidditch defeat. Plus, he realized he wasn’t being a particularly good Herbology partner. “Sorry, what were we supposed to be doing?”

Parisa hoped that repotting the plant would help cheer Seamus up. Anything revolving around dirt and leaves always lifted her spirits. “We get to repot our Dittany plant!” Dittany was used in healing potions and salves. It was a relatively easy plant to grow but if treated well it grew quickly and needed to be repotted often. “It’s going to be great. I heard Professor Sprout wants us to try a new fertilizer.” Only Parisa could get excited about fertilizer.

“Just one thing...” She looked over to the shelves where the class’ pots were stored. Seamus and Parisa’s was labelled in the Hufflepuff’s careful script. “Can you go get our pot? Someone put it on the top shelf.” Parisa had basically stopped growing vertically at the end for First Year. High shelves were one of her greatest enemies.

#seafinnigan #v; Hogwarts

@seafinnigan cont. from here.

Parisa was in her happy place. She thrived in Herbology class and in the greenhouse. The thought that anyone, especially her own Herbology partner, would be sad when surrounded by plants confounded Parisa. The tiny Hufflepuff just wanted to cheer Seamus up.

“Well there’s always next year.” Her voice was naturally soft and kind. “And instead of being sad they lost, maybe celebrate how far they made it? They beat so many other teams.” She smiled brightly, partially because she wanted Seamus to smile as well and partially because Professor Sprout said they would be re-potting their dittany plants. They would be up to their wrists in potting soil.

#seafinnigan #v; Hogwarts

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bloodyknucklxs-deactivated20150‌:

telling me that you want to explore the possibilities of shipping with me isn’t forcing a ship with me. sending me a ship-related meme to test the waters isn’t forcing a ship on me. writing me a starter and having your muse refer to mine as a significant other / and or insinuating that my muse feels something for him/her without discussing it with me first is totally forcing a ship on me. so please, send me all the ship memes you want, come to my inbox and yell about shipping our muses; i love that shit.

#Slothy Speaks (ooc)

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#Petals and Leaves (Parisa's Aesthetic)

Touch of Earth ||Closed||

@kingoakenshieldoferebor

Parisa enjoyed watching travelers. Since she didn’t have territory and moved around the forests of Middle Earth, the fae had seen many kinds of people. Mostly Hobbits and Humans; the latter of which she’d observed long enough to pick up quite a bit of Common. The occasional elf or party of elves was always given a wide breadth of space. While her abilities as a faerie could make her all but invisible in the woods, the elves could still hear her if she got too close. Parisa had even watched orcs from the safety of high branches.

Dwarves though...well, Parisa hardly ever saw dwarves in the woods. And when she did see them, they were always in groups. So to see a dwarf travelling alone was almost too much for the curious faerie to bear. She’d been following the lone dwarf for nearly two days when it became clear that he was lost. As she often did for lost travelers, Parisa tried to leave tracks and hints for the dwarf that would lead him to the closest town. The fae wanted to help but she didn’t want to be seen.

It was all going well until a large branch she’d had fall from a tree landed a little too close to the dwarf’s pony. Poor creature was skittish already and the falling log spooked him into rearing. Parisa had watched in horror as the dwarf was thrown from the pony.

Now Parisa sat under an outcrop of rocks with an unconscious dwarf. The rain had started about a half hour after she’d found the nook. Convenient because she hadn’t had to go far to fill a small bowl with water. Parisa rinsed the rag she’d been using in the bowl and went back to dabbing blood from the cut on the dwarf’s temple.

#kingoakenshieldoferebor #I hope this is okay!#v; Tolkien

avastuniverse‌:

@wanderingxfaerie said: “ please just calm down now. ” -Bilbo

( meme )

The hobbit looked at her with an incredulous look, almost forgetting that it was - at least in his opinion - within his fair rights to voice his displeasure. He would not go as far as say that he was causing a scene, especially as there was no one around ( though with his neighbours and their bloody nosiness, one could never be too sure ), but at her words he did lower his voice a little. “I beg you pardon” he said, manners intact though at the moment he hardly felt as if he owed her those, “I did not mean to raise my voice. Though you must see why this is unacceptable, do you not?”

The day was beautiful and the tree branch was wide. Parisa had dozed off with no fear of falling from the oak. Of course the sudden, loud rambling of the hobbit had startled the fae so much that she nearly did tumble the ten feet to the ground. Parisa had watched unnoticed from the branch with curiosity as the honey curled hobbit ranted to himself for several minutes. Finally the volume of his voice surpassed what the could take. She’d climbed down from the tree, feet hitting the ground silently, and asked the hobbit to calm himself.

Parisa blinked large hazel eyes, surprised this time not by his voice but to his question. “I am afraid I do not.” There was a slight rasp of disuse in the tiny woman’s voice. “I do not know what a Lobelia is.”

#avastuniverse #v; Tolkien