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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 22

And here's the final chapter of Part 2! Thank you to all who have taken the journey with me so far, I'm trying to make the slow pace as worth it as possible (even though it's taken me over a year to start the actual plotline *sweats*) Chances are I'll disappear for a while again, but that'll be because I'll be putting my all into Part 3. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 5622

Warnings: Swearing.

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Part 2: Chapter 22 -

Rearranging furniture.

Psithurism (Definition): The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves. (Noun / Origin: Ancient Greek /sith-yuh-riz-uhm)

Bag End, Hobbiton, The Shire – T.A. Saturday, 23rd April 2941 of the Third Age (Monday, 3rd Thrimidge, 1341 in Shire-reckoning)

11 MONTHS LATER

“WOAH, Griffo! I told you not to go for the head!” I yelled, watching the small hobbit child scamper into the bushes with his wooden sword, giggling to himself. Letting out a harsh sigh, I marched off after the troublemaker.

Almost a whole year had passed since Bertie had found those horses in the field, and eight months when he had officially declared them ours, shoving the oversized reigns he had found into our hands the second he had found them. We rode them whenever we had the time, learning the reigns – literally – though it took a lot of getting used to. It was difficult in the beginning, trying to understand how the two animals ticked, and how we were to balance on them; I had only ever ridden a horse two or three times during my life on Earth, and I didn’t even know about Kay, so this was a whole new experience for the both of us. But we learnt, and now Hecate and Calhourn were a perfect addition to our growing group.

It wasn’t just that, there were also physical changes. We hadn’t grown, no, but our bodies were changing.

Despite my chronic habit to sleep in for as long as possible, we had kept up with the exercises and training Seathan had drilled into our minds. Our muscles had developed, not extremely, but enough to be seen by the weight we had lost. Not only were we thinner, leaner, but also fitter. I personally was no longer losing my breath after about 20 minutes of hardcore exercise. Our hair had grown longer; we trimmed it a few times to rid of any split ends, and I had Gladiola cut my fringe and curtain bangs back in a few times, but the rest of my straight brown tresses were now reaching my lower back, and Kay’s copper waves reached her elbows. With our earnings from work, we had also paid Gladiola for some new outfits, and our wardrobes were getting fuller by the month.

On the topic of magic. After almost a year and a half, from getting our wands to practicing it in ‘our’ clearing, we had a several spells memorised between us, and a larger amount written down in my growing grimoire and spell books. The shelves in my room had filled, jars of herbs and other random ingredients that could be used in the cauldron Kay had gifted me for my birthday.

Despite the short amount of time, we had also increased our skills in sword-fighting, having upgraded from the wooden swords to the blunt steel ones, becoming familiar with wielding the heavier versions, and hopefully to the real thing once we paid Seathan another visit.

Right now, we were in the clearing, accompanied by Mrs Greenfoot’s kids. Menegilda was shyly letting Kay show her how to upper-swing with the wooden sword in her hand, along with her much more excitable younger sister, Berylla, who was currently spinning in circles as she flailed her own sword around. I was managing the other five as they pretended to battle each other, the boys – Rothad, Griffo and Madoc – against me and the other two girls – Melba and Lalia.

Us girls were winning. Until Griffo decided to adopt guerilla warfare tactics.

“Griffo I need you to stay in my sight. It’s your mum’s rules after all!” I called out, trying to peer through the leaves and branches of the bushes.

“He just wants you to follow him so he can scare you.” Said a young voice, and I looked down when I registered the feeling of a tiny hand gripping my knee, to see Lalia peering up at me with an exasperated look. Turning to the bushes, she raised her voice. “Griffo! We’re leaving without you and I’m telling mummy you ran off by yourself and broke a rule!” When she was met with silence, she called out again. “AND I’LL TELL TURPIN TO NOT INVITE YOU TO HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY!”

A moment of silence passed. But nothing could be heard apart from the chirping birds and the light wind rustling the leaves on the trees.

With a sigh, I patted Lalia on the shoulder. “Stay here, I’ll go find him.” And I reluctantly pushed my way through the branches, trying to ignore the way they snagged and scratched at my skin and clothes. Finding a small parting, I carefully knelt down, giving the ground a quick scan as I searched for any thistles or nettles before placing my hands down and began crawling my way through the undergrowth.

Hearing a giggle in the distance ahead, I sighed once again in exasperation and pushed forward. I tried not to hiss whenever I accidentally pressed my hand down on a gnarly fallen branch or thistle, ignoring the tiny beads of blood that grew in number on my palm. Eventually, the bushes began to thin, and it wasn’t long until I was in another clearing. Pushing myself up, I brushed any loose dirt that wasn’t already stuck to my now-stained dungarees, and scanned the area for the small hobbit boy.

“Griffo!” I called. “C’mon this isn’t funny! Your mum’s going to be really upset when she finds out what you did.”

Worry began to settle in my stomach when I was answered once again with silence, and I scanned my eyes over every bush to try and find where he was hidden. There was a tree up ahead, its branches low enough for someone 2-3 feet tall to climb onto, I marched over to it, but was stopped halfway there, frozen in my tracks, when my eyes met some very familiar green ones.

Up on one of the twisting branches, about level with my head, was the black cat, and my mind raced with flashbacks of that night I was chased through the woods, adrenaline beginning to rise as the memories returned.

Taking a cautious step forward, I eyed the cat wearily as it flicked its tail.

“You haven’t taken Griffo this time, have you?” I asked, half-jokingly, my hand unconsciously coming to grasp the wrist where my Grandad’s bracelet was clasped around.

All it did was continue to stare, slitted eyes shifting minutely as they darted slightly over my face, and I went to inch myself closer, arm raising slightly.

 But just my luck, the still air was suddenly broken by the sound of a war-cry, the bushes to the side of me shaking violently until Griffo burst out, his sword raised as he charged at my leg, whacking and hacking at whatever he could reach.

“Oh for – Griffo!” I cried, kneeling down to grasp at his small shoulders in attempt to calm him down. “What on Earth were you doing disappearing off like that?!”

The boy soon calmed down, attempting one last slap as he looked up at me through his brown curls with wide eyes.

I sighed. “Look, I’m all for you playing however you want, but you need to do it where I can see you ok?” All he did was stare, so I added on. “If you try something like this again, it’ll be Lobelia Sackville-Baggins that’ll be looking after you from now on.” I stated firmly, giving him a stern look.

This seemed to do the trick, as the boy let out a string of panicked ‘no, no, no!’s as he scurried off back in the direction of the clearing. I went to follow, but paused, turning my head to look back at the cat. Only to be met with an empty branch.

Gone. I was alone once again, the cat had vanished – leaving me with the wind rustling the leaves in the small clearing and the sound of the hobbit boy’s retreating footsteps.

Shaking my head, I jogged to catch up with Griffo, the hobbit thankfully taking a path that allowed me to stand up as we both returned.

When we did, he returned to normal, letting out another battle cry as he charged at Lalia, who was patiently waiting for the two of us. Letting out a squeal, she sprinted away as fast as her little legs would carry her, and the battle between the five rallied up again tenfold.

A quarter of an hour had passed when I found myself on the brink of exhaustion, and Kay had graciously offered to take over the battle, to which I gasped out a thank you, swapping places before I was overrun again by tiny, hyper children, and asking the slightly calmer, elder siblings if they wanted to learn archery.

--

Crouching behind Menegilda, I watched as she nocked the arrow and pulled it back as much as her strength would allow. It had been about half an hour, and she was yet to hit the target hung on the low branch, the arrows of her previous attempts littering the grass in front of us.

“Ok, just make sure your left arm is straight, and you’ve pulled it so your three fingers are brushing against your right cheek.” I urged gently, watching as she pulled the string back a little further, her arm trembling slightly with the tension. “Your feet are alright, so just make sure you release it as quickly as you can, so your grip doesn’t slow it down.”

With a shaky breath, she gave a slight nod, her large blue eyes remaining focused on the target directly ahead, trying to ignore the curl of hair that the wind brushed over her face. A sharp thwip whipped through the air, the arrow a blur as it crossed the distance. A second passed, and hit the target with a thunk.

Despite the arrow only hitting the outer ring, it was enough for Berylla to let out a whoop of victory from where she stood next to the girl, throwing her arms in the air before embracing her older sister, who returned her enthusiasm with her own shy smile.

“Well done Gilda!” Kay called from across the green as she headed over, the pretend-fight having ended just a minute ago. Leaving the other kids to catch their breath, she approached the three of us, though Menegilda and Berylla soon pattered off, joining their siblings to celebrate Menegilda’s progress. Stood at the edge, we both watched the seven of them chatter away.

“They’re learning well.” Kay commented, huffing in satisfaction.

I hummed in response, prodding at the tiny stab wounds on my palms that had now scabbed over. “As well as we can teach them. But we’ll all get better over time.”

Kay paused in thought, staring at the ground as she leant on the tree behind her, twisting her upper body slightly to face me. “Speaking of time, do you know what day it is?”

My brows twitched into a light frown. “You know what, I really don’t.” I looked over at her. “I forgot to write the date down once around late February and ended up losing track since. Why do you ask?”

She went to open her mouth, but snapped it shut as she regarded me with a look of confusion. “Have you seriously spent over two months not knowing what day it is?”

“I know what day of the week it is!” I shot back, slightly offended. “I just haven’t had the need to know the specifics.”

She sighed. “Maybe you needed to know because of what’s coming?”

I smacked my lips as I realised. “Yeaaa I should’ve kept that in mind.” I muttered regrettably. “The only thing that reminded me to check was the fact that Gandalf and Thorin should’ve already met in the Prancing Pony on the 15th March. To be honest they could all be on their way right now.”

“It could even be today and we’re completely unprepared for it!” hissed Kay quietly, as to not draw the attention of the children metres away.

“You’re not the only one who’s beginning to shit themselves, cause I don’t know when Gandalf is going to show up and if he shows up at all.” I uttered with wide eyes, not hearing the light patter of small feet approach me.

“Shit.” It parroted.

“Huh?” My eyes darted around in confusion, briefly meeting Kay’s as she also scanned the area, though hers quickly landed on something on the other side of me, and I twisted my head, looking down to meet the bright blue and very round eyes of Melba blinking up at me.

“Shit.” She chirped with a toothy grin, her dark curls flopping round her face as she bounced on her feet. Kay snorted from beside me as I immediately began to panic.

“Oh – crap. Mel-Melba! Melba.” I stuttered, dropping to my knees to become eye level with the tiny girl. “That’s a bad word – you can’t say it unless you’re a grown-up.”

She pouted. “But you aren’t a grown up. You only turned nineteen in August!” she protested with a whine.

“That’s because I’m not a Hobbit, darling. We grow up quicker because we’re humans. Promise me you won’t say it?” I pleaded, holding out my pinkie finger as an offering.

A couple seconds passed as the girl glanced between my face and outstretched finger, clearly debating whether or not she was willing to listen. But to my relief, she grinned, hooking her finger with mine, just as we had taught her and her siblings months ago.

“Okay! I won’t say it ever again!” she stated proudly, and she swiftly dashed off to join her siblings, though I highly doubted she would remember her promise for long.

“Wow.” Was all Kay could vocalise from behind me.

“Hush.” I retorted, pushing myself up from the ground. “Let’s head back – it’s still mid-morning so we can ask Bilbo what day it is just in case.” I suggested, trying to change the subject.

Nodding, Kay pushed herself away from the tree, marching across the clearing to where Calhourn and Hecate were roped up munching on the grass by the outskirts. Following suit, I called out for the kids whilst scooping up our weapons, who despite their whining about the session being cut short, they reluctantly trudged over, putting any belongings back in their packs and slinging them over their shoulders.

After much squabbling, the kids worked out who’s turn it was to ride on the horses with us. Madoc and Berylla were victorious, after much debate (and protests from Griffo). The rest ran ahead down the path, screaming battle cries as they brandished their swords, apart from Menegilda who was calmly leading the way as eldest sister as usual.

Keeping to the left of the path, we politely kept our horses out of the way of the locals walking past, who still craned their necks up to glance at the towering animals, then at the wave of loud, lively kids with a nervous or distrustful edge, despite us having taken them around town on numerous occasions – if not all the time.

Whilst trying to keep Berylla from squirming from where she sat in front of me as we rode over one of the bridges, my ears perked up at the sound of my name being called. Turning my head, I watched Kay nudge Calhourn into a brisk trot, hooves clacking against the stone then grass as she lined herself up with me, until we were riding side by side.

“We should probably think about packing as soon as we get back.” She suggested.

“Oh, definitely.” I agreed, failing to realise that we were being listened to by two intrigued children. “I’ll try and see if that undetectable extension charm will work on our bags.”

“Why are you packing??” “Are you leaving us?!” exclaimed Rothad and Berylla, the two of them trying to twist in their spots to face us with wide glossy eyes.

“Nononono, guys it’s fine.” Blurted Kay in an attempt to calm the two before their siblings overheard. “Nothing’s happening, we’re just talking about packing some furniture away, aren’t we Kate?” She eyed me expectantly, and I quickly nodded along.

“Ye-Yea! It’s nothing for you lot to worry about.” I agreed with a shaky laugh.

In the next twenty minutes it took to reach Gladiola’s house, we had spent it trying to convince the two that everything was alright before they fell off the horses in a panic. Eventually the squealing kids we’re received by their father, who ushered them inside, giving us his thanks. Though we could only give a short reply, when Melba had proudly stated to her dad that she had learnt a new word, and we immediately took that as our cue to flick the reigns and canter away as fast as politely possible.

Returning Calhourn and Hecate to the stables, we tossed a quick hello to Bertie, before trudging on foot back up the hill to Bag End.

Reaching the gate, Kay briefly checked the letterbox for mail, and we tiredly hauled ourselves up the stone steps, dropping our bags on the floor and dragging them behind us as I pushed open the large green door.

Wandering further into the house, I waited in the hallway as Kay ran to her room, snatching up her leather backpack, before rejoining me, and the two of us ducked through the hallways, crossing the house until we reached my bedroom.

Sitting cross-legged on my bed, the two of us laid our bags out between us, and took our wands out. Reaching over to my bedside table, I grabbed my soon-to-be-full spellbook, the pages now slightly crinkled and unable to lay flat after months of use.

“Ok,” I breathed. “So I’m pretty sure the charm is Capacious Extremis, and we just need to visualise how big we want the space to be.” I explained, Kay nodding along with me. “Now, this is a stupidly complex spell, so the chance of it working first try is low, so we’ll keep doing it until it works.”

With a snort, Kay rolled her eyes. “Or until it backfires and we blow the house up.” She remarked, shifting into a more comfortable position as she picked her wand up and pointed it at her bag.

“Probably.” I shrugged. “What size are you going for?”

“Umm, like probably about the equivalent of three of four large suitcases?” She answered. “And let me guess, you’re expanding yours to the size of a house?” She stated expectantly as she looked down at my briefcase.

I side-eyed her. “No.” I guffawed. “I’m only putting in a few rooms.”

She held back a laugh. “Of course you are.”

The attempts we made to successfully complete the spell were… entertaining, to say the least. At one point, instead of expanding the inside, Kay accidentally expanded the whole bag, the object growing in size so fast it ended up whacking me in the nose, and I spent the next five minutes bent over the bathroom sink as I waited for the blood to clot up as Kay desperately tried not to laugh. I was no better, when sparks ended up flying out the end of my wand during my third attempt, and we both had to quickly flap our arms about to stop them before they landed on the quilt and set it ablaze.

The both of us sighed in relief when nothing extreme happened on Kay’s fifth attempt, unclipping her bag to see that the spell had finally worked, peering down inside to see a space much too big to be physically able to fit in.

Mine worked on the sixth attempt, seeing as I was aiming for a much larger result. Laying the large rucksack on the rug, I unclasped the buttons and zips and swung open the flap, pulling the opening wide to reveal a steep set of wooden steps, leading down to what looked like the inside of a small wooden hut.

“I take it that Newt Scamander’s briefcase was the inspiration for this?” Kay remarked.

I grinned as I gave her a nod, before twisting myself around to reach my foot over the threshold, testing the planks as I cautiously made my way down. As my feet touched the floor, Kay poked her head over, leaning her torso in slightly to have a peek around.

Shuffling about, I inspected the rows of shelves and drawers that lined the walls, pulling my finger at the odd handle to check the space given. Creaks came from behind, as Kay made her own way down, coming to join me as she revered at the results I had luckily achieved. Her eyes landed on a door opposite the ladder, and she stepped towards it. The brass handle was shaped like an outstretched bird’s claw, waiting patiently for someone to grasp it. Turning her head, she silently asked to open it, and I nodded in response, watching as she curled her left hand around the shape, twisting it until the latch gave way and swung the door open.

Inside revealed a short hallway, barely a couple of metres, which led to two further doors with matching handles; one opened to a small room, that looked a bit more like a pantry, with shelves and cupboards lining the walls, along with some brass hooks on the ceiling to hang the odd thing, then a long table in the middle. The other room was quite bare, but had a small wardrobe and chest of drawers attached on one side, and a spindly three-quarter size wooden bedframe on the other with a matching bedside table.

“You’re not planning on sleeping in here?” Kay asked, a little concerned. “Because I think some people might be a bit jealous.”

“Oh, no.” I replied with a shake of my head. “That wouldn’t be fair. I was planning out this layout with the long term future in mind, not just what could potentially happen soon. This is only a backup for some other time.”

She nodded slowly. She spoke, and I hummed in question. “We’re doing some pretty advanced magic right now. We’ve learnt in a year what others would in almost a decade.”

I whirled round to face her. “It’s called being insane at everything.” I grinned.

She scoffed with a matching grin, lifting her hand up, to which I high-fived with my own. “Clearly.”

“Of course.” I answered obviously. “Now, we need to pack asap. Do you know what you’re bringing?” I pointed at her, waiting for an answer.

Kay put her hands on her hips. “Yep. I’m taking the essentials along with some precious keepsakes. And you’re bringing everything but the kitchen sink.”

I glanced around sheepishly. “Pretty much.”

She shook her head, stepping out the room. “I mean, you did prepare for it.” She said, gesturing to what was around her. “Now get cracking, I know how long you take.”

I gave a small salute. “I’ll get on it.”

--

The call of the early morning birds filtered through the crack of the paned windows as per usual, and as routine, I blinked in an attempt to clear my bleary eyes against the sun rays that glowed against my face as I tried to make out my brown hair in the mirror, running a soft bristled brush through it.

Gently placing it back on the dressing table, I stared emptily into my reflection, fixing the lace collar on my nightgown before pressing my eyes shut, as sleep had yet to lift its hands from my head.

My ears perked up at the sound of my bedroom door being opened, and I slowly turned my head to squint tiredly at whoever was stepping though the doorway.

I watched as Kay made her way over to my bed, already fully washed and dressed as she hauled a pile of random objects onto my bed.

“You’re never up this early.” I groaned, resting my head on my hand as I turned slightly in my seat to face her. “The only time I’ve seen you up before me was to get ready for that 7am flight to France.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She answered as she turned to face me. “Bilbo was up before me to visit the early market, so I took the liberty of nicking some of his stuff.”

Now my eyes were fully open. “You what. Why didn’t you invite me?”

She sat herself down on the quilted duvet. “I did earlier, but all I got was snoring in reply.”

Too tired to retaliate, all I gave was a pouty frown, turning back to the mirror to reach for my mascara that I had remembered – by some miracle – to use the duplication spell on (Geminio – a lifesaver when you realise eyeliner isn’t popular in Middle Earth), otherwise I would have ran out six copies ago.

Brushing the black paste onto my lashes, I look over at Kay through the mirror. “What did you get?” I asked.

“Just some things he would consider ‘essentials’ that he would forget.” She replied, rummaging through the small pile next to her. “A hat, some money, couple of books and random keepsakes he could look at.”

“Did you add the handkerchief?” I added.

“Of course I got the handkerchief, plus six more.” Kay remarked, and I felt the impact of something soft and light on the back of my head. “Saves us that awkward moment and his first impression with them.”

Slotting the mascara wand back in its bottle, I twisted in my seat to lean down and retrieve what had been thrown against my head, the object revealing itself as a finely-made handkerchief. Picking it up, I ran the soft material between my fingers. “Do you think he’ll notice these things gone?” I questioned, chucking the cloth back at her.

Raising her hands, Kay caught it. “My best guess is that Gandalf is gonna show up over the next few days, and Bilbo owns at least twenty of these. But knowing our luck so far? Yes.” She answered with a tired look as she placed the handkerchief back on the pile.

Standing up, I stretched my arms above my head until I felt my spine let out a series of pops. “ ‘Course.” I groaned, flopping my arms back down. “So why’d you bring them here?”

Standing up, Kay lifted the pile of stuff and hauled it into my unsuspecting arms. “You have the bigger bag, so I need you to hide them in one of your millions of drawers.”

Attempting to balance the load in my arms, I nodded, before padding over to one of the corners of my room, where the accursed wardrobe stood, and where my bag now sat slotted between the wall and that tall piece of furniture.

Placing the pile on the floor, I lowered myself on my knees as I dragged the bag out, trying my best not to jostle it too much and being mindful of the contents that were now sat within. Calling over my shoulder, I told Kay I would join her for breakfast soon, she agreed, and I listened as the door was swung shut with a click, the muffled sound of her bare feet against the wooden floor fading away as she ventured to the kitchen.

Five minutes later, after organising Bilbo’s belongings into one of the drawers, I found myself reorganising some of the herb jars. Sliding the last bottle in place, I stepped back, admiring my handy work. Almost everything I owned now lined the shelves of my bag, the remaining objects back up in my now bare-looking room being my everyday essentials that would be packed the morning we would leave.

Leaving. The thought of it made my stomach churn. Not in a bad way, but not quite in a good way either. Like the feeling you get when you’re at the front of a queue, about to step onto a ride you had never tried before at a theme park. Excited, but knowing that what is to happen might not quite be what you expect.

Swallowing the feeling down, I grasped the side of the step ladder and climbed my way up and out. I finished my morning routine, quickly washing in the bath and threw my shift, kirtle and skirt on as I braided my hair into two low space buns, finishing it off with a wide white ribbon over my head and tying it off with a bow underneath. Pulling my fringe and curtains bangs out from behind my ears, I twirled them into shape before heading over to the door, closing it behind me as I went to meet Kay in the kitchen.

Barely a few steps in, however, I was met by a spritely Bilbo.

“Ah! There you are!” He grinned as he marched over from where he came through the back door hallway (though it was more of a door that was round the bend further along the path), still in his blue overcoat as he handed me a straw-cloth sack full of something unknown.“ I thought about some furniture rearrangements for the parlour whilst I was out and could really use both of your opinions. But breakfast first! I heard Kay was making those pan-cakes.”

Slightly bewildered at the sudden onslaught of conversation, I blinked, nodding silently. Shifting the bag of itchy material in my arms, I followed him through to the kitchen.

After demolishing the stack of pancakes Kay had prepared, we wandered after the hobbit as he beckoned us into the parlour, now only in his green trousers, white shirt and golden waistcoat. “I’m not quite happy with the way it looks by the window.” He called out behind him. “I figured we could do some moving about to see if anything suits our fancy?”

--

“Right, Kay, could you just push the table this way.” Bilbo asked, pointing over to where he wanted to try it out next. “Try keeping the dishrags underneath the legs so you don’t scrape it –” The hobbit was abruptly cut off as he ducked, narrowly missing a wooden leg as he tried to not get hit by the floating chair that was flying towards him. “KATE! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING YOUR WAND INSIDE?!?!?”

I gaped slightly as I lowered my wand, the chair slowing down as it slowly approached the ground. “I was trying to help?!” I protested, trying to ignore Kay who was trying not to make a sound from where she was leaning over the table, shaking violently with laughter.

“You’re trying to incapacitate me, that’s what you’re doing!!” cried Bilbo, grabbing the chair as soon as it touched the floorboards beside him.

“Not on purpose.” I sulked with a frown.

“Clearly.” He remarked as he eyed me with a weary glare. Pausing for a moment he looked around. “Come to think of it, this arrangement looks nice.” He pondered, shoving the chair back under the table where it belonged. “Whelp! I’m off outside for a smoke.” He huffed, patting his trousers for the pipe weed hidden in one of the pockets. “You two can join if you’d like, it’s a lovely morning outside!” He offered, voice echoing through the hallways as he vanished off to fetch his pipe.

--

The sound of Hobbiton coming alive in the morning echoes over the hills, wagons being pushed and the chattering of neighbours as they hung out their washing mixed themselves with the chirping birds and rushing water. Kay and I were sat partially hidden behind some bushed in Bilbo’s front garden, and I tilted my head back to try and get the rays onto my pale skin.

 “I know we’ve been preparing for this trip for a while now, but is it bad that it makes me so nervous that I feel sick to my stomach sometimes?” I pondered as I leant back on my hands, feeling the blades of grass poke between my fingers.

“Not at all.” Kay replied from where she was laid next to me, an arm tossed over her eyes as she soaked up the early morning sun. “I don’t know how we keep forgetting to ask the date, but it’s causing me to wake up every morning worried that it’ll be our last day here.”

I hummed worriedly in agreement as I watched Bilbo’s smoke rings float above the bushes we were sat behind, the wisps fading into the air. Picking some dirt from under my nails, another thought came to mind.

“What if he doesn’t let us?” I muttered, aware of the hobbit sat on the bench out of sight a few metres away.

Kay made a confused noise. “Who?”

I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Thorin. We’ve seen how he is, and there’s a strong chance he’ll say no. Hell, even Gandalf might!”

At this Kay pushed herself onto her elbows, squinting in the sun as she looked at me. “I highly doubt Gandalf will say no.” she whispered back. “Plus, Thorin wants an army to join him – he asked Dain after all – so chances are either us, or Gandalf – hopefully – will use that as the counter argument.”

My eyes flitted over the rose bush in front of me, listening to the sound of footsteps pass by as I thought it over. “You’re right, we’ll leave it to think about later.”

Kay nodded, and began lowering herself back down, when the sound of someone sputtering filled the air, followed by some throaty coughs. The two of us went silent, listening to see who was the culprit of the sound.

A few moments of silence passed, until it was finally broken by Bilbo’s wary voice.

“Good Morning.”

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i’m sorry! i did mean gaelic since i believe that’s what your recent text posts have been in , but thank you for what you shared!!

Yes. My listening in Gaelic is more specific than it is in Swedish, being mostly limited to traditional singing recorded from unaccompanied traditional singers. But there is a lot of it.

Some of my favourites that are accessible in professionally or semi-professional recordings I'll list here. When it comes to na h-òrain mhòra, my absolute favourite, nothing compares of course, Uilleam a' Mhiseanaraidh's (Uilleam MacMhathain) corpus, especially the album Gaelic bards and minstrels. I strongly recommend Thèid mi le m' dheòin (the first traditional ballad I ever learned to sing in any language) and Thriall ur bunadh gu Pharao (the tune is without compare) especially.

The other singer that should never be forgotten is Flòraidh Sheumais Mhurchaidh (Flòraidh NicNìll), whos recordings of waulking songs especially are famously gorgeous. My own favourite is Seathan Mac rìgh Èireann, but the most famous or storied version would be A' bhean eudach, a Gaelic version of the Twa Sisters (which I like especially because there are more than a hundred records of this same traditional ballad in Sweden).

Getting to less professional recordings of traditional unaccompanied songs that I love now, I really enjoy the version of Òran eile air Là Chùl Lodair that Calum recorded from an Eòsag, the version of the love song Bràigh Loch Iall recorded from Ceiteag Fhionnlaigh Aonghais Ruaidh, Òran an Ròin from the above mentioned Uilleam a' Mhiseanaraidh, Chì mi cleatrabhal bhuam, Òran Mhanitoba, the lullaby Dèan cadalan sàmhach, 'S mise nochd tha tinn le gràdh, and etc etc.

I'm going to step outside the realm of recordings accessible on Spotify now because I would not forget about my absolute most beloved Gaelic singer of all, Nan Eachainn Fhionnlaigh of Bhatarsaigh, who has recorded hundreds upon hundreds of songs, all drom memory (she was illiterate). Especially her versions of Fhir a' bhàta, and tàladh Chrìosd are ones I return to again and again.

Lastly, and worth of the most attention really is traditional Gaelic Psalm singing, which I adore almost universally and could listen to for hours. My congregation sings in this style, and I could cry at every service. It is to me the most beautiful music that exists. I will limit myself to linking one example per recording from the albums that I listen to. The recording I know the best, because I'm slowly in the process of learning to present it, is Salm 16, rainn 6-8, Kilmarnock, and Gaelic Psalm Singers and their two records Sailm 1&2 is the go-to. Besides them, there is also an early ethnographic recording of a small prayer meeting in Stornoway singing on the tune Coleshill - I haven't been able to identify which Psalm they are actually singing. This is the only traditional recording with a female presenter I've ever found (and as far as I can tell, the others in the room are also all women). Last but not least, this recording of Murchadh Dhòmhnaill leading a congregation in the Rubha was my first exposure to the tradition, several years ago, and I fell in love with it.

[acutemonstrodoggo]

Angy MerMark! Water bad!

local overgrown fish complains about how much he hates water & swimming 😡😡🧜‍♂️💦

[444names]

currencies, dragons and a long text in angal cryptolang

Acheatha Acheathan Acheathani Acher Achilling Achilliwi Achiwi Achma Afghan Alder Alkatla Alkor Alkorin Alkoring Alkorino Alkoros Alkoruna Alkoruuni Allar Alling Ancal Ancalame Andarse Andarsep Andarstendu Andarstenge Andastra Andastral Andastre Andastri Andourde Andouroth Andsarse Andsawot Angaithemos Angaithurn Angal Angilib Angilibra Angit Angithurn Angithurnax Angiyal Angolano Angostmark Angostmarka Angostral Angostruble Antha Anthaler Anthalessin Anthani Ardoba Ardobra Ardobranc Ardobrancal Ardsarsep Argenevoba Argenevoise Argenezolar Argenth Arkka Artas Artastre Arthurn Arthusa Assenileno Assenir Assenix Austra Austre Austruble Baham Bolich Bolichsmark Bolichstha Bolion Bolivyat Burnax Colion Colivre Colivyat Córdobra Córdow Death Deatha Deathaler Deathan Dinarse Dinarsep Dinarstendu Dinarstenge Dineih Dinerona Dinerone Dineronyma Dirhaegal Dirhamut Discorch Discorcher Dobranc Dobrangiyas Dobrank Dolla Drachilling Drachilliwi Dracolion Dracolivre Dracolón Draconi Draigochi Draki Dramoth Eguan Eguang Eguaranc Eguarancal Eguarand Eguarank Eguarantoip Eldra Eldracheat Eldrachiwi Eldrachma Eldraco Eldracolion Eldraconis Eldraigochi Eldrakon Eldram Eldramoth Emanam Emanat Erona Erone Eronen Escude Essai Etacudo Ethaler Euroborosz Euroth Evoise Evoiserion Falkatla Falkoroch Falkoruna Falkorung Fanat Faranc Faranco Farand Farandarse Farandiefri Farang Farantoip Faraní Feyrbra Feyrbranca Fiori Fiorin Fioring Fiorint Fireth Firetho Fireton Firnenth Firnentino Flameet Flametica Flametical Flameton Flori Floring Floringgit Florino Florint Forin Foring Forino Fraenileno Fraenilenol Fraenix Franca Francal Frand Frandasti Frandif Frandsawot Frandsiefri Frang Frangal Frangilibra Franth Frantoip Franí Genevoba Genezolano Genezolar Gentenminbi Genth Genthaler Giner Ginero Ginerone Glauruna Gloura Glourde Glouro Glouroboros Goura Gourake Gouraki Gourakon Gouro Gouroboroch Gouroborona Gouroteacri Guang Guangal Guange Guangilib Guangostri Guaranc Guaranca Guarandif Guarangiyal Guilden Gulder Hasaiva Hwanza Hydracolion Hydracolón Hydraconia Hydragon Hydrake Hydraki Hydram Hydrax Incal Incalammie Kalago Kalagon Kalame Kalametica Kaler Kalessiner Karbovaneth Kepiah Kepiasti Kolich Kolivre Kolivyatha Korin Koring Korino Korint Koroch Koronyma Koros Korosz Korung Kronen Kronentendu Kronenth Kronentino Kronyma Kyath Kyatha Kyathaler Kyathan Laartas Laarthurn Laarthusa Leonen Leonenth Leviano Leviath Leviathaler Leviathwing Litasti Litastral Litastri Liviano Liviath Liviathaler Liviathan Livyat Livyathaler Luang Luange Luangolar Luangostral Manam Markad Melusin Melusineih Melusiner Metha Metho Meticalagon Meticalame Meton Metongue Mnementendu Mnementhani Mnementino Monia Monis Narsep Narstender Narstendu Nethaler Netho Norse Ormfly Orona Oronyma Orosz Ostmarka Ostmarkka Ostra Ostral Ostri Ouraki Ourde Ouroteacri Ouroth Paari Paartas Paartasti Paartastral Paarthusa Pesetacude Pesetacudo Pesetu Phoenilenol Piasti Piastral Piastri Ranca Rancal Ranco Randif Randsarsep Range Rangikeaspi Rantoip Reaalden Reaalder Reaalduin Reich Reichsmarka Reichsmaug Reichsthan Reinstha Reinsthaler Reinsthan Reinsthani Renmark Renmarkad Renmarkka Renth Rentino Retha Rethaler Rethani Reton Retongue Rhamut Rigsdaal Rigsdaalden Rigsdaalder Rijksdaal Rijksdaler Riksdaal Rixdolla Riyas Roepiasti Roepiastri Roeping Rupiasti Rupiastra Rupiastri Scath Scathaler Scathan Scathani Scathwing Schilliwi Schiwhi Schiwi Scorcheat Scorcheath Scord Scude Seathaler Seathan Seathani Setacude Setacudo Shilliwi Skendu Smark Somon Somonia Somonis Specieth Speciethani Specietho Spyre Storm Sucres Tecre Tender Tendu Tenmark Tenminbi Thalessine Thiwhi Tongue Tradedolla Typhoenir Typhoenix Vatuli Venevoba Venevoise Venezolar Vereich Vereichstha Vereinsthan Yangithemos Yangostmark Yangostri Yethaler Yetho Yuange Yuangilibra Yuangolano Đồngaithurn Đồngal

[crowncorvidae]

Kartwin : What do you have?

Fat Billie: A KNIFE

Tuk: *Double thumbs up*

Seathane: * looks at the camera like on the office*

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Throw Away Planet

We dream of fishing for stars in the oceanbut, in the cold light of day,there are more micro-plastics in the seathan stars in the milky way. Whole constellations and shoals of fishare caught in the rainbow sprayof detritus uncoiling like whales’ intestinesand landing on every beach and bay. Human’s packaging and discarded netsare evils against which we inveigh;we must claim back our waters while…

[acutemonstrodoggo]

#MerMark and #SEAthan 🤩

Best thing of this summer

Unus Annus fishboys ✨

Guess who decided to not sleep and draw these two as mermen? Yeah it’s me @markiplier @crankgameplays @unusannus

[poetyca]

In ascolto - Listering

In ascolto – Listering

🌸In ascolto🌸Oggi ascolteròil ventooppure quella pioggia fineche viene incontroForse il rumore del mare che ancoras’infrangesugli scogliraccontandoantiche storie Ma poichiudo gli occhied anche se siamo distanti ascolto il tuo cuore19.02.2022 Poetyca🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente 🌸ListeningTodayI will listenthe windorthatfine rainthat comesmeetingPerhapsthe noiseof the seathan stillshatterson the…

[simikae]

A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES

[dafheannaig13-blog]

OTP playlist

i made a playlist for my quis ship bc i have lost control of my life SO

behold: the Max Trevelyan/Dorian Pavus Playlist 💕💖

(entirely in gàidhlig bc i’m lazy bc it’s my Special Interest because of reasons)

(and the songs are more for feeling and tune and impression than for lyrics bc, well, u know...)

  Dh'èirich mi Moch Madainn Cheòthar (Julie Fowlis) I woke early one misty morning (the singer was forced to marry someone she didn’t want, but she gave her word to her first love and wouldn’t say otherwise even if she were held at knife-point)

  Òganaich Ùir a Rinn M'fhàgail (Julie Fowlis) O noble youth who has left me (the singer is in love with a man her family doesn’t know, who left her behind all the rest)

  Cairistìona (Griogair Labhruidh)  Christina (the singer’s true love Christina drowned in the Sound of Islay, so he goes to Glencoe and possibly contemplates suicide)

  Chuir m'Athair mise dhan Taigh Charraideach (Karen Matheson) My father sent me to the house of sorrow (the singer’s father arranged her marriage, and she’d rather go to her own funeral than go through with it bc she loves a man called Seathan. I have heard speculation about this being about a woman who loved the son of an Irish king, but idk for sure, and grandads say really weird things)

  Dh'èirich mi Moch (The Vessel Project [though Julie Fowlis has a good cover as well!]) I woke early (the singer is an each-uisge, a kelpie, who fell in love with a human woman. she bore him a son before leaving him and the baby behind, and the kelpie pleads with her to return, as he can’t care for the baby himself, promising to give her things like wine and in some versions, like, fish and all)

  Òganaich an Òir-fhuilt Bhuidhe (Kathleen MacInnes) Golden-haired youth (the singer praises her true love, a fair-haired hunter whose affections she won’t renounce even under torture, and she doesn’t believe the gossip about him having turned his back on her)

  Lon-Dubh (Julie Fowlis) Blackbird (it’s a cover of Blackbird by the Beatles! I added it bc it’s so hopeful, and one of the best things about Dorian’s romance is how hopeful it is--like when ur quis says he wants more, u see Dorian’s face change bc his heart is filled with the hope that things could finally be different for him and i just 💖💖💖)

  Jimmy Mo Mhìle Stòr (Kathleen MacInnes) Jimmy my darling (the singer’s true love Jimmy has been gone overseas for a year and she eagerly awaits his return, despite her parents scolding her for being melancholy and sitting under trees listening to the birds sing)

  Tha Mo Ghaol air Àird a' Chuain (Julie Fowlis) My love is on the high seas (the singer sees a young woman weeping over her true love who is away bc he’s a sailor. after beautiful descriptions of her and the scenery, he finally approaches her, and it is revealed that was her lover all along and has returned to her at last 💕)

  Gaol Nam Fear Dubh (Ingrid Henderson) Love for the black-haired man (just as it says on the tin! the singer is in love with a dark-haired man she met at a fair who looks right good in his kilt!)

(Ok i know half the list is Julie Fowlis but u don’t understand i love her)

(also Chuir m’athair mise has a few really good versions with the group Capercaillie as well as one with Karen Matheson from the Highland Sessions)

Hey you! u should make a playlist for ur OTP as well! bc this was fun 😃!!!

[anarchotolkienist]

Deagh ainm a th' ann an Seathan ged-tà. Tha mi faireachdainn car duilich son clann a dh'fhaodainn faighinn san àm ri teachd, oir bidh ainm aca nach robh aig duine sin linntean.

[thatperson777]

Imagine if seathan stuck as their ship name

The start of Emon

[manjmusik]

RT @rahimpardesii: @THEJAZDHAMI @MANJmusik fir ta balle balle hojai gi! kinniyan seathan reserve kara pra lai? 😃

@THEJAZDHAMI @MANJmusik fir ta balle balle hojai gi! kinniyan seathan reserve kara pra lai? 😃

— Rahim Pardesi (@rahimpardesii) April 12, 2017

via Twitter https://twitter.com/MANJmusik April 12, 2017 at 10:25PM

[444names]

witcher vassal states, inns and taverns + dragons

Adden Addenvale Aithurn Aithurnax Aitre Aitrept Aitresses Aitressin Aitressing Alcher Alchere Alcherfish Alcheron Ancalag Ancalago Ancalaman's Ancalamat Ancalame Ancalameet Ancalammie Anden Andenvale Ander Arcseath Arcseatha Arcseathan Arcseathe Arcseather Attrept Attresses Attressin Attressing Aubergeon Bahakam Beardina Beardinal Bearhead Bearheasai Bearheasant Brementh Bremera's Burake Burakon Burakor Burakort Burnax Carlet Catha Cathan Cathe Catherfish Catheron Cathwine Cauldra Cauldragon Cauldrake Cauldrakort Cauldrax Cauldrogon Cerbing Cerbing's Cerbingfish Charbor Charboroch Chard Chardinal Charvik Charviken Chimervoord Cleven Cleverns Cleviath Cleviatha Cleviathan Cleviather Cleviathere Cockatla Cophira Corch Corcharbor Corchard Corchardina Corchat Corchemy Corcherfish Corse Courobor Couroth Courother Courotheron Creydenvale Crose Crosemary Death Deatha Deathan Deathe Deather Deatherfish Deatheron Deathwine Denvale Denvalesses Discorch Discorchard Discorchat Discorchemy Discorcher Discorse Discorset Dracoli Dracolinden Dracolinder Dracoline Dracolinery Draigochi Draki Drakor Drakort Ebbin Ebbing's Ebbingfish Eldra Eldraco Eldracoli Eldracoline Eldraconis Eldragon Eldrake Eldraki Eldrakon Eldrakor Eldrogon Eldron Falkort Farake Faraki Farakon Farakor Farakort Farand Faranden Farander Farant Farantry Feyrbranden Feyrbrander Feyrbrant Feyrbranth Feyrbrantry Fisher Fishere Fisherfish Fisheron Flaman's Flamand Flamanden Flamander Flamat Flameet Flamething Flametina Flametinal Flametinn Flametinna Glourobor Glouroboros Glourothe Glourother Glourt Goosemary Gooster Harboroch Harborochi Harboros Hardina Hardinal Harvik Hasaint Hasant Hasanth Hasantry Heasai Heasaint Heasant Heasanth Heasantry Herfish Herfisher Herfisheron Hydracolich Hydraconia Hydraconis Hydrago Hydragon Hydraigoch Hydraki Hydrakon Hydrakor Hydrakort Hydrax Kalag Kalago Kalagon Kalaman's Kalamander Kalamat Kalame Kalamething Kalametinal Kalammie Kalesses Kalessinery Kalessing Kalessing's Katrice Katricefyre King's Kingfish Kingfishere Larviken Leven Lever Leverden Leverns Leviath Leviatha Leviathe Leviather Leviathwine Linden Linder Linery Livyath Livyatha Livyathe Livyathere Livyathwine Livyathwing Mahamut Melusin Melusinery Melusing Melusing's Mething Mething's Methingfish Metina Metinal Metinn Metongue Mnemera's Mnemervoord Molich Molinden Molinder Molinery Mothe Mothere Narake Naraki Narakon Narakor Narand Naranden Narander Narant Naranth Narantry Narset Natina Natinal Natinn Natinna Natinns Naturakon Naturakort Naturge Naturgeon Nowher Nowherfish Nowheron Olden Oldenvale Orcharboros Orchardinal Orcharvik Orcharviken Orchat Orchemy Orcher Orchere Orcheron Ormfly Oroch Orose Orosemary Orossroads Ourobor Ouroboroch Ouroth Ourothe Ourother Ourotheron Paarthurn Paarthusa Phead Pheasai Pheasaint Pheasanth Radianth Radiantry Ramothe Ramother Ramothere Rivolich Rivolinder Rivoline Rivolinery Rivolvagia Roose Roosemary Rossroads Salag Salago Salagon Salaman's Salamand Salamat Salame Salameet Salamething Salametinal Salametinn Salametinns Salammie Saphia Scard Scardina Scardinal Scath Scathan Scather Scathwine Scathwing Scats Scorcharbor Scorchard Scorcharvik Scorchat Scorchemy Scorchere Scorcheron Scord Scorse Scorset Seatha Seathan Seather Seatherfish Seathwing Seathwing's Sever Severden Severn Severns Silverden Silvern Silverns Soddenvale Sodder Sometina Sometinal Sometinn Sometinna Sometinns Sometongue Sonatinal Sonatinn Sonatinna Sonatinns Sonatura Sonaturaki Sonaturakon Sonaturakor Sonaturge Sonaturgeon Spear Speard Speardina Speardinal Spearheasai Spyre Storm Stresses Stressin Stressing Stressing's Stura Sturaki Sturakon Sturakor Sturge Svorlago Svorlagon Taver Taverden There Therfish Therfisher Theron Tiaman's Tiamand Tiamanden Tiamander Toussai Verdenvale Verns Volich Volinder Voline Waithurn Waithurnax Waithusa Waitre Waitrept Weath Weatha Weathan Weathe Weather Weathwinery Weathwing Weathwing's Wing's Wingfish Wirsin Wirsine Wirsinery Wirsing Wirsingfish Woodmand Woodmanden Woodmander

[he-i-mean-they]

the sea and Ethan is my OTP aka seathan