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Author Topic: Straight From the Source  (Read 541 times)

Bilbo Baggins

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Straight From the Source
« on: November 29, 2016, 04:18:24 PM »
Really the Elves were too kind!

The book that Bilbo held felt like a loaned treasure, and it was! From the archives of Imladris, and the again too kind Elves allowing the Hobbit from among Dwarves to peruse, despite his lack of full Sindarin understanding.

It would be a worthy task to learn all the other words through this given opportunity and the context of the book. Of course some of Bilbo's books back home were on Elven topics and held the language, but nothing this extensive!

Taking a seat upon one of the many benches of the place with a grand view--but really no bench in Rivendell had a bad view--Bilbo opened the tome up to where he had left off in the archives, before one of those watching him in their own curiosity had suggested he would maybe find just as comfortable accommodations to his study and reading at one of the many benches and sitting areas all across Imladris.

It was not to 'get ride of him', but quite the opposite and further Elven hospitality shown.

Since Bilbo had no real idea how long Thorin would let them stay, the hobbit took the chance to soak in all he could of Rivendell's beauty and words. Under the gentle fall and sound of a waterfall's spray nearby, Bilbo plumbed into ancient wars and deeds and mysteries. The wars, some of which he'd read accounts of before, but here was given new information or a new light upon them.

A more personal understanding, as it were. Many of the Elves about him had probably lived so far back as to see the days mentioned here in history, still a marvelous thought to the Hobbit, who had more years than Man to him, not quite as many as the Dwarves who had traveled here with him, perhaps.

Bilbo became a bit lost amongst the texts he read, and was sure he looked a sight, a small hobbit, sitting upon a bench a bit big for him with a large tome in hand, nose buried in it like some studying Elf child.

<<I feel this is far too short! I'm sorry, hope it does for you though!>>

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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #1 on: December 02, 2016, 03:23:26 AM »
While not one for enjoying spontaneity and surprises, Tintalde had become accustomed enough to them to not react violently too negatively when they were put upon her these days. A Man’s lifetime spent engaging in travel had been helpful in dispelling such uptight and suspicious behaviours, and while it certainly had not changed who Tintalde was at her core, confronting the scariness that was living the ‘just around the riverbend’ mentality under duress had, she felt, developed her for the better. Given a roundedness to her soul that had not been there before, for lack of a better descriptor. It’d certainly have to do as far as descriptors went; her mind was for the literal and the lists that came with her Craft, not for wandering into the land of the whimsical and the poetic.
 
She’d rather lived the latter already anyway. So there was no need to indulge in it anymore.
 
If nothing else, she was certainly doing a better job at hiding any discomfort the Dwarves caused her than quite a number of those around her. They certainly still smelled about as pleasant as they had when she’d passed through the Mountains, but the elleth had, at least, managed to resist the urge to screw up her nose when passing by, even if she’d near twisted her poor ring finger clean off from where the band there rested down. As for becoming one of the lucky few to come across them naked in the fountains—well, that had gotten a startled blink, but little else. Ulmo’s sake, she was a Healer, after all. If naked bodies managed to bother her still…
 
Don’t lie to yourself. It was hilarious.
 
Lindir’s reaction certainly had been.
 
The area in which she now trekked was quiet enough in that Tintalde did not bother to smother her grin at her thoughts, though that was given pause too when she realised, much to her initial displeasure, that her favoured spot was already occupied. By an elfling no less, blast the little—
 
Wait.
 
Is that…?
 
No.
 
Yes.

 
The little Hobbit, bless his heart, would have no idea the effect his appearance had on her own soul. The smile returned to her normally reticent features, the softness that touched it inexplicable to most even as it made perfect, unconscious sense to her.
 
And so it was with considerable more ease than usual that the elleth approached a stranger (even if he was only a small stranger), and though she did Bilbo Baggins the courtesy of not startling him too badly by sitting too suddenly and too close, Tintalde nonetheless placed herself quite closed by where she perched herself against the rim of the balcony, her movements a soft brush of cloak against warm stone and a book being thumbed open accompanying the pleasant staccato of the waterfall as she settled herself.
 
ooc: it’s fine! I hope mine is okay too!


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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #2 on: December 03, 2016, 05:10:01 PM »
Bilbo's own intense study--or just pleasurable reading and absorbing of words really--was interrupted by the sensing of a presence beside him. In truth he'd become so engrossed in the words before him that he hadn't heard the Elf's approach, though few could blame him that perhaps, their tread was so light.

By the time Bilbo became aware of his lapse of attention, and glanced over, the female was thumbing open her own volume, having said not a word. It didn't strike Bilbo as rude in any sense and, with his eyes widening at the close proximity and seeming ease of company of one of these majestic beings and first or maybe close second born of Middle Earth (if his reading was correct), he only wondered at speaking himself now and if it would disturb her reading.

All but forcibly a bit, Bilbo returned his gaze to his own book after a small nod of his own greeting to make his having glanced over not awkward. Lets see, it was something he'd been hitherto very very engrossed in, something on a battle and the Second Age and....

Bilbo's glance tarried sideways over to his companion; then back to the page.

And...where was it...one of the generals had...done something or other....

The hobbit flipped a page backwards and then forward, trying to find his train of thought admits the print, and that not working either. It was no use. He now had a more firm pull of attention than the ink and parchment before him. Softly Bilbo closed the book and glance over to the waterfall once more, thinking.

But what was a good enough conversation starter or comment to excuse his interrupting her own reading?! All he could think of seemed not that important as to impose on so important a thing. Bilbo thrummed his fingers lightly on the book he held then glanced over with a smile.

"Well Met, milady...it...um strikes this humble hobbit as rude to say nothing", Bilbo explained slightly and smiled. "Your city is...beyond...marvelous; and after all of our trials a welcome sight. Thankyou again for your own kin and Lord Elrond's allowing us to stay...and...I apologize for any inconvenience...since...I know there no doubt has been...".

He was saying a lot of words for not wanting to interrupt and simply "giving a greeting"!

And tarnished, he knew, to come in with the Dwarves who were being so rude about such a grand option given as seeing Rivendell! Oh how some of what he had heard made him cringe!

"But, I, um, interrupt your own reading", Bilbo smiled smallish and apologetically.

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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #3 on: February 19, 2017, 09:29:09 AM »
"Indeed you do."

In a younger time for her, the constant tapping against precious book and scroll would have irritated the living lights out of Tintalde, not least because when most did it, they did it because something was on their tongue...and even with gentle guidance and patient coaching in the art of socialisation from those that spared time to be beloved of her, Tintalde still could not always quite understand the difficulties of polite speech and its struggles. It still did, in fact, get a small eyebrow twitch, but then the fellow was speaking and frankly...frankly, it was hard to remain annoyed.

Was that a thing with Hobbits? To try and fail at being annoyed with them?

Something else to ponder among the many things her kind took seemingly forever to ponder over. Thus, Tintalde set the thought aside, her tart words softened by a crooked and small, but nonetheless real smile, and her hands moved quietly and without the rigidity of any negative feeling lingering as she closed her book and turned the attention of her green gaze instead on the young Master Baggins.

"A kindly spoken interruption is hardly an unwelcome interruption, however. You needn't worry yourself over what I may think, Master Baggins." The little smile turned slightly wry. "For I am more well acquainted than most with the awkwardness of small talk."

The elleth gave the Halfing then a moment to at least consider what she said, or rather implied-- couldn't have him overwhelmed too suddenly by the actual possibility of Elves being as fallible as the next race of creatures, after all, a fey kind of expression upon her features as she watched with startling (to herself) fondness (and thus was comforted by it) the fall of the nearby waterfall. When she turned back, her smile was still faintly wry, though there was something of a light in her eyes that was somewhere between mischief and disconcerted good humour. And perhaps, if barely, the mildest of disgust in her slightly wrinkled nose, for the thought of the Dwarves and the kind of sights she'd seen that she wished, even despite her many years of travel on the road, she could still put out of her mind. Even if it did mean gouging her eyes out of her skull.

"I'm afraid you may have to relay your gratitude to Lord Elrond himself, though, or the twin lords perhaps if you cannot find their father. I have yet to perfect the talent of responding with grace to compliments of any kind that do not pertain directly to my chosen craft, despite a need to do so desperately before I am wed."

A pause, and then the cat-eyed elleth added more, thoughtful as she regarded him,

"But I feel as though you may appreciate a lack of polite artifice more than most, little one. For example, rather than speak of the comforts of Rivendell, if we were to speak of what it is that had you frowning so at that book of yours...you would be as comfortable with that as you might be in a warm bed. Am I wrong?"



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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #4 on: February 28, 2017, 03:48:33 PM »
"Indeed you do."

It wasn't that the words were untrue. More the opposite. Bilbo fidgeted, but it seemed no ill would be held for his words and towards him, the elf maid beside him closing her book and turning to him. Bilbo returned it smallish.

Her first words seemed, and were in a sense a pardon, before wryly going on at her own expense. If she wished to impress Master Bilbo Baggins of her fallibility, she tried with the wrong Hobbit. Bilbo would continue to believe the best he could on Elves until given hard proof contrary and even then probably make allowances.

His fair companion glanced off to the waterfall slightly as Bilbo went on, to no bad of course, just as she took in the words, her brows crinkling faintly at mention of the Dwarves as was to be expected.

Bilbo was only their pulled along "Burglar", not even part of the Company whatever Gandalf thought, but still found he couldn't continue disparaging them too much. Not after saving them from Trolls and Bofur's own attempted looking out for him when they arrived and since Dwarves thought Elves bad and all.

She glanced back to Bilbo, rebuffing his thanks as belonging to either Elrond or his sons. Ah, yes, he had two did he not? Bilbo of course didn't know all on Rivendell, was learning a lot more while here in fact, but he had the eager curiosity, for his own kind, to learn it.

The study into how all Elves were different and the same though, while Bilbo of course already knew, but...for similar problems to affect them was surprising while making perfect sense. That last bit, on marriage, how was it to be taken? Did Elves arrange like other cultures he'd heard? Even his own, at times. Though that was more relentless pushing pressure from parents if they thought a particular lad or lass good for their young hobbit than all out behind the back arranging. And letting sir names speak all that needed said on a match.

Either way the wise thing to do was let the comment go if not sure on how to respond. Which Bilbo did. His companion moved on in the conversation,  moving past pleasantries to ask straightforwardly after his own reading and why he'd been frowning so at the pages. The hobbit almost fidgeted, realizing that had been in trying to refocus his attention rather than any puzzlement over the text itself. "Oh, I um...", Bilbo faltered a moment, then realized that he couldn't outright lie to this Elf maid before him, and went on softly but truthfully, almost looking like a caught out child, "I...was honestly just trying to refocus my attention on the pages and pondering my disturbing of your own reading", the hobbit answered with a small smile.

"Though as for the text itself, I don't confess to understand all of it at one glance", the hobbit went on, "This on Gil-galad, for example, seems very heavy indeed". Maybe he should have left it at the last and not try to expound on Elvish literature and tales, though.

<<Especially as Gard, for having Bilbo, is confounded by Elf stuff too and just pulled from recent reading ^^ Hope all this works!>>

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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #5 on: May 16, 2017, 04:24:30 AM »
Tintalde wondered, briefly, if all Halflings were so...what would the term be for it? Easily guilted? Shamed? No, shamed was too strong a word. But there was definitely a deep-seated need in their race, it seemed, to not offend others. So deep-seated, really, that it bordered on distressing for them to the extreme for anything to be otherwise-- something she couldn't really identify with, but certainly understood the concept of. Her childhood has been rather the same, a struggle to balance her complete lack of patience and understanding for small exchanges with a desire to not be ostracised or a nuisance, before she'd taken the road (nobler or less noble, depending on who was commenting upon it) of caring significantly less for what people thought of her foibles.

Isaac had been similar, though a mite more extreme than Master Baggins before her. She smiled now at what had baffled her in another time, that complete and utter distress that had been Isaac Brandywood thinking he was inconveniencing her, a healer, with his ailments. Never mind the fact that she had found him first, and stopped an entire party of elves to tend to his illness. It had been a study in curiousity for her, and reflecting upon it now, one she was thankful for. Isaac had been, though she'd never likely have the chance now to tell him so (a thought which made her heart twinge with surprising feeling), something of a catalyst-- a reason to be kinder, more accepting of herself in a way that allowed her to accept others. Even if it made her wonder, in her more insecure moments, whether where she was at now was where she would be at all if there had not been that little occurrence, that little off-path encounter, to reflect upon during the years of her life that, to mortals, were already innumerably long.

Would Ro have elected to have her by him if that shift had not happened?

"Gil-galad was the kindest of heroes, but that is often the way, sadly. Great names nearly always carry heavy burdens."

The dark elleth shifted now, her steps purposeful even as they were soft over the short distance it took to move from the fountain. She now folded her rangy limbs beside Bilbo, not too close to spook him overtly, but enough so that she could both see what it was he held in his hands and, hopefully, assuage without needing to around in circles the fact that she was not, in the slightest, all that perturbed by his being in this favoured haunt of hers.

"What is it that you struggle to understand?" Her mouth quirked wryly. "And if we are about confessions, I would admit to you as an example that, despite two thousand years of reading, I still do not always understand what I read for the first time. Or the second. Medicinal scrolls are simple to me compared to the lay of those who are artist and scholar among my kind."


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Re: Straight From the Source
« Reply #6 on: June 19, 2017, 03:02:22 AM »
What the Elf maiden said, on Gil-galad being the kindest of heroes, Bilbo could already determine from what of the text he could decipher. The Hobbit nodded along to (or just at) her point, having no experience outside texts to know the truth of her words from. Sure, Baggins was a great name around Hobbiton and the Shire, but not in the way these Elves names were.

The Elf moved closer, and Bilbo only shifted so as to make sure he was not in her own way as she settled. He was not made too uncomfortable, after their introductions, and could clearly see that she merely peered nearer at the text so as to help decipher it.

"What is it that you struggle to understand?"

The Elf asked, and if Bilbo didn't know any better he would say she was mocking him or at least her smile seemed to hold emotions hard fully determined. The Hobbit  gave a small smile yet chose to take her words as fully aiding and with no mocking to them. Elves probably weren't about such things.

"And if we are about confessions, I would admit to you as an example that, despite two thousand years of reading, I still do not always understand what I read for the first time. Or the second. Medicinal scrolls are simple to me compared to the lay of those who are artist and scholar among my kind."

Ah, now she was just simply being kind, Bilbo could hardly make himself believe that an Elf could have such a lack of knowledge as the one she professed. Though they seemed to have varying passions and talents, as she said, but still! Surely all Elves knew all manner of things! Of course this was just Bilbo's own awed reverence cropping up.

"Oh, now surely Milday, you just strive to make this humble Hobbit feel better about his own lack of knowledge", Bilbo smiled, "but as to what had me puzzled it was a seeming...gap...in the...printed accounts. Maybe just of this copy of the text only. Gil-galad came from Finarfin?", Bilbo was close on the mark atleast, "though in one spot it said his house was not known and another stated it as having to do with a Fingon? I...am sure it is something like the facts were figured out later", already Bilbo tried to make amends for the text even as he pointed out what seemed fact either skipping or discrepancies.

{Hehe Tolkien has a lot of those, and myself, again, not quite enough Elf knowledge to even know what Bilbo should be confused about. Text guesses from this wiki though. You can just have her make up whatever if she even wants to tackle. Sorry. She asked. ^^}

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