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Boromir cuddling Hobbits because why not.

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His eyebrows raised and his lips formed a very defined 'o', though no sound escaped him as the realization of just who his company was struck him. Of course he had heard of Gandalf the Grey, and just why he had not put it together that the old man was the famous (or infamous, depending on whom one was talking to) wizard was  beyond him as he now regarded the elder male with a more scrutinizing eye. He traveled light. There was no bag or supplies other than the pouch of tobacco he had produced from inside his robes to be seen, and no weapon other than perhaps his staff. However, if stories he had heard were any indication, Erikur was intelligent enough to know that he needed neither weapon nor supplies in order to survive - at least, in the Breelands. "Pardon my manners, then," he said, grin turning somewhat sheepish as he lowered his head in a small, respectful nod. "Didn't have anyone to teach me them, 'specially when it comes to wizards. Erikur, at your service."

"I suppose you could refuse, however it would be terribly rude. And I think that you may regret that decision more than I should, at any rate," Gandalf mused as he puffed away, sitting back to enjoy the day and look up at the passing clouds that drifted through the sky.

"Hm?" Gandalf asked as he took another draw on his pipe, looking over to the young man for a moment with a furrowed brow. He had been lost in thought for just a moment, remembering events in ages long past before he was brought to the present by the sound of the young man’s voice. "Yes, indeed it was. I thought you might not know my face, though I am willing to bet you know my name. I am Gandalf, my dear fellow."

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There was little hesitation before Erikur accepted the man's offer and moved to join him on the log. Hospitality such as his was not unfamiliar to him, and something about the way the man spoke - and the sweet, pungent scent of pipe tobacco - reminded him of those few, small, kind beings he occasionally met from the warm, lush lands of the Shire. Hobbits, as they preferred to be called, though mostly everyone else referred to them as Halflings for their size. "Well, I cannot refuse an offer such as this on such a fine morning, now, can I?" he said with a crooked grin. A calloused hand delved into one of his own pockets, only to get lost as he caught sight of the small bit of flame seemingly having appeared from nowhere on the old man's thumb as though it were a match. "Now that's - definitely not something I see every day. Was that... magic?"

The old man chuckled and looked around before he found a fallen log to sit upon as the young man crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to offer to lead him back onto the path. Gandalf reached into his cloak and pulled out a long pipe and a tobacco pouch, packing the pipeweed into the bowl before lighting a small fire on the end of his thumb. He puffed once, twice, three times to get the thing lit, before he let out a smoke ring that drifted lazily into the air.

"As I said, young man, I am going no place in particular. But, now that you are here, perhaps here is the place I was meant to be. Come, sit with me for a moment and enjoy the good weather," he offered, before shaking out the flame on his thumb which had still been burning. 

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Flora Whitfoot indie lotr/hobbit/tolkien original hobbit character. restless soul.

                          → 10+ years roleplay experience                           → multi - verse, multi-ship, multi-fandom                           → friendly to everything au                           → enjoys all thread types                           → nsfw friendly

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   Somewhat reluctantly and with a mildly sheepish grin, Erikur handed    his skinning knife over to the tiny redhead as he tried not to stare. It was    odd, how tiny she was - no larger than a Hobbit - but with the curves of    a fully grown woman, and without the large, hairy feet. He had been trying    for days to figure out what she was, and the closest thing he could come    up with was an odd Dwarf.

Sharp // Taal + Erikur

       ” ‘ell ye sure isn’a goin’ ta sharpen i’ by starin’ ah’ it….”

                 ”Give i’ere.”

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Reblog if you think that having a flirty muse DOES NOT count as forcing ships!

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The old man was... off, that much was for certain. In his years of dwelling in the woods near Bree he had encounter odd things, strange things that would make the hair on his chest (what little there was) stand on end, but something about the individual standing in front of him simply felt -                      - other. "Forgotten where you'd started from," he stated, crossing his arms with a creak of leather. "Perhaps if you tell me where you were going, I could set you on the right track again."

"Ah, well, no offense was taken, so I suppose all is well and as it should be. And as to your question, it is a curious one, and requires some thought. For you see, I was going no place in particular, yet I have quite forgotten where I started from. So, you might say I was simply wandering." 

And yes, he thought himself quite clever for that comment.

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"What had you been expecting to find,    if you don’t mind my asking?”

        "Deer," he replied plainly. "Foxes, perhaps a bear -                certainly not a man dressed as though he sprouted         from the moss of a tree. No offense intended."

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"I did not mean to offend you, sir, I was simply admitting my surprise. You're not lost, are you? It's not often I meet - uh - more experienced folk out here, unless they wandered too far from the road."

"Nor are you what I expected to find me, and yet, here we stand."

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         "You're not quite what I was expecting                                                          to find out here."

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