and Bilbo shuddered. Better perhaps to simply lie down here in the bracken and wait for death, better perhaps to simply let his bones moulder here, becoming one with the earth, vines binding his bones, flowers blooming in his eyesockets, at peace and beautiful, so beautiful…
NYARGH! What devilry is this?
ignoring the lights that looked like torches beckoning off his route.
Smart Bilbo, keep going.
tintinnabulation
A word like that exists?! Call me stunned.
And he was doing fairly well at that, plodding forward diligently, until the moment that he raised his eyes and saw the two cloaked Ringwraiths wrapped in their dark robes hovering just in front of him.
WHAT?
the tattered robes of the Ringwraiths, strung up like laundry on two trees. Or like trophies, he thought, and shivered
Uh oh. Something that can toy with wringwraiths???? I don't want to meet it oh no!
It was a good hunt, the best in centuries
*goes to quietly curl up in the corner*
The flicker turned to a crackle like breaking ice, all humor gone. Do not try us, small thing. Be on your way, and be thankful there was more pleasurable quarry than yourself this night.
*gulp *
He was in a garden.
Oh thank Eru that's over! Now to find Thorin and the others.
“How lovely!” or “Exquisite!” He drank in the scenery like it was wine,
I am happy for him BUT STILL I AM THINKING OF THORIN PLANTING A GARDEN FOR HIM IN EREBOR AND PINING AWAY THE YEARS AAAAAAAAAAARGH.
But both wonder and hunger were banished utterly when he turned a corner and saw Thorin Oakenshield lying at the foot of a gnarled beech tree.
Thorin’s eyes flickered open and he smiled at the sight of Bilbo’s face. “Heart’s-ease,” he murmured. “I feared I had lost you forever.” ÖKJBSNFLKSDJZH;MNERBFÖIOYUDKHJBL:AMSNBFKÖAJDB
grasping handfuls of his long dark hair
NYARGH. WANT.
“It puts to shame the gardens we built in the heart of the Lonely Mountain,” Thorin said ruefully. “I was so proud of them, but in comparison to this, they are paltry indeed.”
HOWLS. And now you are bringing it up again and NOW GIVE ME MY THORIN SO I CAN PET HIM AND MAKE HIM BETTER!
they brought me joy to craft and nurture. I came to love the little shoots and the furling leaves, the promise of the opening bud.
THANK YOU *cries *
“A garden...in a mountain?”
What an introduction! No everyone will love this dwarf because he built a garden in a mountain. YES
It was a woman’s voice, low and resonant,and somehow reminded Bilbo of the sound of his mother’s voice when she had held him to her heart and sang him lullabies as a small child.
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Date: 2014-12-31 06:29 pm (UTC)NYARGH! What devilry is this?
ignoring the lights that looked like torches beckoning off his route.
Smart Bilbo, keep going.
tintinnabulation
A word like that exists?! Call me stunned.
And he was doing fairly well at that, plodding forward diligently, until the moment that he raised his eyes and saw the two cloaked Ringwraiths wrapped in their dark robes hovering just in front of him.
WHAT?
the tattered robes of the Ringwraiths, strung up like laundry on two trees. Or like trophies, he thought, and shivered
Uh oh. Something that can toy with wringwraiths???? I don't want to meet it oh no!
It was a good hunt, the best in centuries
*goes to quietly curl up in the corner*
The flicker turned to a crackle like breaking ice, all humor gone. Do not try us, small thing. Be on your way, and be thankful there was more pleasurable quarry than yourself this night.
*gulp *
He was in a garden.
Oh thank Eru that's over! Now to find Thorin and the others.
“How lovely!” or “Exquisite!” He drank in the scenery like it was wine,
I am happy for him BUT STILL I AM THINKING OF THORIN PLANTING A GARDEN FOR HIM IN EREBOR AND PINING AWAY THE YEARS AAAAAAAAAAARGH.
But both wonder and hunger were banished utterly when he turned a corner and saw Thorin Oakenshield lying at the foot of a gnarled beech tree.
AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Thorin’s eyes flickered open and he smiled at the sight of Bilbo’s face. “Heart’s-ease,” he murmured. “I feared I had lost you forever.”
ÖKJBSNFLKSDJZH;MNERBFÖIOYUDKHJBL:AMSNBFKÖAJDB
grasping handfuls of his long dark hair
NYARGH. WANT.
“It puts to shame the gardens we built in the heart of the Lonely Mountain,” Thorin said ruefully. “I was so proud of them, but in comparison to this, they are paltry indeed.”
HOWLS. And now you are bringing it up again and NOW GIVE ME MY THORIN SO I CAN PET HIM AND MAKE HIM BETTER!
they brought me joy to craft and nurture. I came to love the little shoots and the furling leaves, the promise of the opening bud.
THANK YOU *cries *
“A garden...in a mountain?”
What an introduction! No everyone will love this dwarf because he built a garden in a mountain. YES
It was a woman’s voice, low and resonant,and somehow reminded Bilbo of the sound of his mother’s voice when she had held him to her heart and sang him lullabies as a small child.
Yavanna.
Oh and the ending! Perfect!