(Lake 22, Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, WA. 2014)
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The man furrowed his brows, no at all familiar with the name he spoke of. His mouth had opened but decided it was best to get his words together first before speaking, so his mouth shut and looked about. His nervous habit kicked in and began to bring his fingers into his sweaty palms.
Looking back at the other, he gave a small nod.
❝ My name is Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins.
And you are? ❞
「ϟ」—
Harry turned his head. He saw a short man with curly brown hair and very large feet; he wasn’t wearing any shoes. “You’re in Pivet Drive.” he said. How very odd that this man should be here.
Judging by his confusion over his whereabouts, he couldn’t have been too familiar with the muggle world. He didn’t look like he belonged either due to his large feet and no shoes. “Who are you by the way?”
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offireandsliver
❝ Are you sure it's safe? ❞
The little hobbit asked,
voice weak.
❝ This isn't the road I remember. ❞
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Bilbo breath got caught in his
throat as he watched the great
beat beginning to move, opening
the great large eye that seem to
pierce into him. His own little eyes
widened and soon moved quickly
as the coins started to fall.
He didn't hesitate to dive onto the
coins, sliding into them but as well
as behind a small pile. It was a good
advantage that he was tiny. Could
hide behind things that many were
not able to.
With the noise of the coins he tried
his best to get his breath to normal
not wanting to give away his rather
open spot but a spot nevertheless.
The voice echoed loudly, the bass
shaking the poor hobbit's body,
only make his beating heart go
faster like a hummingbirds wings
on a spring day. Even so, he did
not speak anything. He was scared,
frozen from the fear that boiled inside
him. He simply watched from where
he was and realized just how big
this creature truly was.
There was no time to process what he had
definitely heard as an intruder scurrying about
his treasure hoard… The sound was unmistakable,
and he - being a fire-breather that guarded well
over what was his, viciously so! — Knew when
it was merely rats or the legs of some frittering
creature with ill-intent!
Rising up slowly, after an initial scan of his
burning golden eye — this great dragon from
the North ignored the glorious feeling that always
happened whenever he rose from his golden bed.
Their chilled chunks of metal being the -only- thing
with a slightly cold feeling to them that he could bear,
and pleasantly so. A voice finally coming to life
within his throat, one that had not been used in
centuries, it seemed… Groggy from sleeping for
so long, it spoke to the intruder that which could
not be seen yet, for of course it had hid.
“Who… Oh, who now has come to
take from me?… Do -please- show
yourself to me? I promise I won’t bite
…. Much…..”
{ revocatexanimos }
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smaugxthexgolden replied to your post “i dont know why i made a bilbo when there are like 453452 other...”
You are a WONDERFUL Bilbo, my friend. Hell, I was thinking the -same- thing when I was making my Bilbo account last night... I was like - "Well FCK WHY??? There's already ten million of him. WHY?... Because I fking FELT LIKE IT. THAT'S WHY."
i felt the sass in that my friend. the sass is strong with this one
BUT you are also speak the truth.
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//-hugs close and shushes- You're a wonderful Bilbo, don't worry about the other ones♥
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| inhuman noises |
because you’re a great bilbo
that’s why
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jedicollins
❝Sorry, could you repeat that? ❞
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i dont know why i made a bilbo when there are like 453452 other bilbos that are 110% better than me and i'm just that little blog at the bottom wanting attention but can't because there's a shit load of other bilbos.
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amish-pop-star you’re welcome???
Also I messed and can’t fix the text position qq
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Reblog if you have more than one rp blog.
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anorcbyanyothername;
"You beg my pardon!"
"I’m not dull…so much as rusty…”
" Which is pretty much the same thing, honestly.
A rusty knife can do as much damage as a
dull. There is hardly any. "
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It made him feel guilty
to think such a thing. It
was a thought that should
not have been brought up
at all but his mind was too.
A nod was given as he walked
over to sit near the fire to get
some sort of warmth.
❝ I don't like when he does this. ❞
He openely admitted, grabbing a
a stick and poking the fire. Looking
at Fili, he shook his head.
❝ We'll all go. Not just you two.
What if something is to happen
to you guys too? ❞
"My uncle won’t abandon his
people, Bilbo.”
Of this he is sure: if Thorin is
gone, it is for good reason,
as he has not let them down
before. He puts his trust in
Thorin, and his faith. It is not
a hard deed: he has been
there all their lives, as uncle,
as Thorin, as king.
"If he does not return - if he
appears to be in trouble - Kíli
and I will go after him.”
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TOLKIEN RP LIST
I keep a list of independent Tolkien RP blogs, but it’s been a long time since I updated it. Time to change that!
TO BE ADDED TO THE LIST:
Reblog this post.
Likes will be counted as bookmarks.
THE LIST WILL BE FOUND HERE AS I ADD NAMES TO IT.
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