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deep in the meadow
« on: March 13, 2017, 01:32:16 AM »

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It had become something of a bad habit over the long years away from Erebor. The demands upon Dis were enough to be considered as many, and though her natural disposition -- and a good dose of instruction, if reluctant, in her childhood days -- made her more than just well-suited to the task of helping see to their people, occasionally, just occasionally, one needed time. Not necessarily to themselves, in the literal sense, but just...time apart.

And so had her bad habits sprung up in the face of this. Though a job easily -- and probably expected -- enough carried out by those under her jurisdiction in Thorin's Halls, Dis had long since the days of her maturity into womanhood on the road liked to forage out on her own. Bold enough to be out on her own on the mountainside but not stupid enough to do so unarmed or heedlessly of the dangerous about her, it was considered the one time in many a long season where she could put herself to good use still while gaining the added benefit of a little relaxation. She would even go out in the winter time when the snow was deep, so long as it was hard-packed on the ground, wrapped snugly in scarf and cloak and knowing enough of the wilds to always come back with something to fill her basket, the bellies of those who would sup upon it that night, and to more or less make up for the fact that when she did go out on these excursions, she was gone for an obscene amount of time for one who was merely foraging.

Of course, not all of them were that stupid, and there was no doubt that they knew better, something of the real reason as to why these rare excursions took her so long. It was perhaps even a cause for amusement, something to tease about. And failing that, as if anybody was going to question the Lady of the Halls her free time, anyway.

And such was this the reason that Dis was currently out and about. Her basket had long been filled with what she had sought in the spring weather -- herbs that could be turned into remedies for the ailing as easily as they could be used for seasoning on one side, the thick roots of wild carrots beneath them...and blueberries. Blueberries to fill the basket to the brim. Oh, blueberries, grown right beside the stream in which she now sat. Upon her rug, a little picnic set up on the fly where she sat upon the cloak shed in the wake of the fine spring afternoon, and only royal dignity kept Dis from moaning too much aloud in delight as she picked another small cluster from the patch right beside her, popping them into a mouth with lips already stained blue. It was the perfect little set up, really -- little meadow, grass knee-deep, little stream away from the trees thick with berry bushes. Perfect.

"Ah, bollocks," she murmured, another soft curse this time in Dwarvish following as she picked up what she had in fact been working at -- besides gorging herself on blueberries -- and of course, stained the wood in blue yet again. Not that one couldn't use berry juice to help stain wood; in fact, it sometimes created rather a nice effect amongst the natural grooves, depending on the wood used, but she rather doubted anyone would believe her with a straight face if she told them she was trying for a new colour of feathers on the little, half-carved eagle she now turned over in her hands. She wouldn't be able to keep a straight place trying to tell them.

But then again, it was likely to end up as a play toy for the few children that ran in the Halls anyway, much as she told herself that she would keep it upon her own mantle piece if it turned out something better than hideous, or sell it in the market place. She had little need to do the latter anyway, but nor did she have anyone's naming day or any of the like as a legitimate excuse for making and giving away the little winged creature. Perhaps I could make use of the blue stains regardless -- would there not be blue roan eagles?

Gandalf-Thrakun would probably know the answer to that, actually. A thought which gave Dis an inordinate amount of amusement, and she could not help chuckling to herself before picking up the little dirk knife once more to resume her work. And then, after several moments, just as quickly putting it down and reaching for the longer knife at her side and the small hammer always tucked into her belt, the eaglet forgotten as great grey eyes widened briefly before narrowing a little in alarmed suspicion. Not an overreaction, for all that she had learned to love these mountains, not when she could hear things. Things that told of lurkers and lurking and someone had better show themselves up very quickly now.
« Last Edit: March 13, 2017, 02:18:08 AM by Dís »


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Re: deep in the meadow
« Reply #1 on: March 24, 2017, 02:35:45 PM »
{Like I said, hope this works, and I can keep Anlaf in search mode for as long as we need or however <3. So Fritz would be 20 (7)}

Escaping from parental control was hard to nigh on impossible. Not that the young dwarfling was truly trying for such or anything like begrudging over the day given almost exclusively over to him. They had to be grabbed up when you had five siblings, even from said five siblings themselves! Still, Fritz had what his mother called Itchy Feet; an ever constant desire (especially at his young Twenty years) to see and explore the world beyond what his parents might be showing at that exact moment. Too much Initiative at times, perhaps.

As was the way with children, it would hit so randomly, sometimes what was being shown was very interesting, and Fritz would stay and watch and listen, other times a sound would catch enough of his interest and he was off like a shot! This was at times less worrying inside the mountain, but outside a whole host of things could potentially hurt the boy or he could become lost...and if it happened under his father's expert care...well, facing Liv would be a hard thing.

That was who had charge of him today, and what today was, Anlaf showing his youngest son more of the wilderness he would come out and hunt in some day with the boy's father and his older brothers. Sharing his nuggets of wisdom gained on the good part of so much at times haunting experience, to grand interest for the most part and...at most parts. Fritz enjoyed having prints marked out and shown, not the first he'd ever seen on trips such as these, but growing and helping his mental map of tracks, and even his father's advice and tales on creatures of the woods most likely to be found.

Most of the time, liked the stories that accompanied this, if they stayed interesting.

"It was so deep we had to hold our packs up while...", it had begun with something of survival tips and such.

Not that Fritz was trying to lose interest, or noticed how his father's current tale wasn't holding him until better came in the form of an unidentified noise! "Fa-", the lad almost almost turned to point it out to his father and have them both investigate, but somehow, after two trying syllables, stopped and decided maybe to try exploring it on his own. It wasn't a truly rebellious thought of any kind, just a sudden decision between two.

Anlaf had found memories of bog trips or such (whatever he'd been trying to explain) that had gone not quite as planned and was walking them again mentally for a slight bit, not noticing his son's current dilemma and deciding, nor the decision made (oh he was going to kick himself later and then deal with Liv's reactions...if he and his boy didn't just conspire to never mention it).

"I'll be back, Fadi", Fritz did actually tell he was leaving, short and quick, before scampering off after the sound. Wouldn't his father just be please, and everybody, when he found something all on his own and identified it or whatnot? Fritz followed the sound through the brush and then came upon what made it, though at first it took him a while.

A mockingbird hopped along, making...some sort of noise. Fritz wasn't entirely sure what it was exactly supposed to be. It was intriguing nonetheless!

"Hey there!", the dwarfling spoke soft but enthused. He stepped out, and of course the bird flittered off, but only to a nearby tree. It tilted its head in its own interest and Fritz got (or made up) that this was a game!

Laughing, he chased to under that tree and the bird moved off to another.

Five trees later it finally fluttered off, leaving Fritz in a clearing, as he saw. The young Dwarfling glanced about him, still intrigued and no worry over having lost sight of his father coming to bother him yet. He'd find him again soon enough. Again, Fritz didn't actively try to rebel against his parents and their wishes, or willingly get lost from either siblings or parents, it just...kept sometimes happening.

Of course in given years, more plotting would be added to his escapades, but for the moment it was still purely having wandered too far. There was a stream not far across the clearing, and this might have drawn Fritz's attention eitherway, but upon thinking he spotted someone there his feet took him that direction, slowly, not scared but still seeing exactly who it was before walking up. Upon spotting closer up that it was Miss Dis, Fili and Kili's mother, the lad grinned! The boys and their mother had been coming by since the lad could recall, and of a royal line or not, she was familiar enough to the lad for him to have no qualms whatsoever in rushing up and disturbing her. Again, not all that intentionally.

"Miss Dis!", the lad rushed over to stand before her grinning, "Hi! What are you doing?"


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Re: deep in the meadow
« Reply #2 on: April 25, 2017, 11:12:18 AM »
Spare the child the rod.

Or an accidental knifing, in this case. The thought was an odd one to suddenly cross her mind though, and Dis's huff was all weariness and amusement as much at the wanderings of even the sharpest of minds as it was at the innocent irreverence that was Anlaf's son. Or perhaps adoring irreverence was a better way of putting it-- an odd way of putting it in itself, but the bright eyes and the smile that greeted her warmed the heart in a way that it couldn't be anything but the tender, trusting warmth of a child who believed himself in good company.

The knife was laid surreptitiously upon the grass once more, twisted only so that it stuck in the ground and so was away from the dangers of small hands and feet accidentally knocking it (or deliberately reaching for it, for not even respect was a guarantee against a child's curiousity), the dwarfess that was Princess in all the ways that still mattered and yet felt far too old sometimes for such a moniker sitting back against her tail bone in at least the appearance of dignified calm (though her heart still raced a thousand miles to the Sea of Rhun and back within every space of a second passing), her lips quirking in a crooked little smile.

"Charming little lad as always, aren't you Fritz," she mused, offering him the bowl of late season blackberries she'd found in place of an answer to his question for the moment, "You know I'm far too old, really, to be a Miss."


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« Reply #3 on: April 26, 2017, 06:54:22 PM »
He seemed to have startled Dís, Fritz was a frequent receiver of those wide eyed looks, if not always fully understanding of their meanings or the trouble he fully in fact caused. It was all and mostly innocuous harm for the most part, the lad's escapades. She seemed to recover quickly enough, though, setting something aside. A knife! Fritz's quick eyes picked up enough glint to think he'd identified, and curiosity struggled to surface, but grabbing other's knives was rude and bad. Fritz recalled this much instruction. So his eyes instead traveled again to Dís, who was sitting back like the King's sister Fritz had heard she was.

Just awaiting as it were. Miss Dís, whom he didn't have a better name for, offered out the bowl of berries she had while going on, "Charming little lad as always, aren't you Fritz,". Fritz had, in all truth, taken some of the berries before Dís had even finished (soon as the basket was offered) and so his  'guilty as charged' smile was a bit stained. "My Modi says girls will like it when I'm older but I dun'think I want 'em to", Anlaf's youngest confessed in an usually small voice, on his mother's natural bias where her boys and youngest especially was concerned, and a small boy's natural views to girls and mush.

"You know I'm far too old, really, to be a Miss". Fritz grinned bright again, "Oh yes but my Fadi says its polite!", the lad answered in normal sharing, then, throwing him under the cart so he wouldn't feel left out, "And he says if yer gonna guess, guess down in age first"


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« Reply #4 on: May 16, 2017, 07:52:07 AM »
Indeed, girls would like it. Would love it about him, really, and it didn't take being her own child for Dis to feel a rush of maternal protectiveness. But that was simply her, at her core-- wishing to protect all, embrace as many as possible, look after those who could sneak themselves into her circle and under her skin and even beyond that circle...traits that had been exacerbated by her obligation as a member of the royal line rather than created.

Little men, all hands and feet and gawky little puppies, she thought with a soft sigh, reflecting wistfully upon the reality that would be those same little men grown to maturity one day. For her personally at least, she could rely on Fili's fidelity; he would never stray or rebel from his mother and her protective affections, even if he did find a girl worthy of their line to settle down with. Kili, though...Kili was most like her above any other, and so Dis knew, even as she loved him for it, the grief that would be risked with a child so like herself.

"You don't need to like it, little one, so don't worry yourself about that." Dis chuckled, choosing diplomatically to not broach the subject of just what exactly Anlaf taught his children. Not entirely her business, sweet as the answer was, short of a plot to take over the throne.

"Not everyone does. By the heavens, I didn't even know Fili and Kili's Fadi was in love with me for...a very long time. Longer than you've been alive twice over, I think."

The smile was sorrowful now, but still sincere, and Dis was complacent enough again now after her scare to unfold her hands from what she had been working on before Fritz had arrived. Nothing special, only small, and not even useful to her craft of metal and design...but the little wolf was clearly a labour that was enjoyed, down to the tufts of 'fur' slowly taking form.


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« Reply #5 on: May 17, 2017, 03:33:12 PM »
"You don't need to like it, little one, so don't worry yourself about that."

Fritz, ever a pretty much happy child in his own way and right, gave a small smile back, semi-reassured, though it sounded a bit like the kind of stuff all mother figures would say. He truthfully didn't intend to worry about girls for a long time yet, though!

She went on on girls though, but...her own experiences. Still a bit puzzling to a lad his age, but not really. A tilt of confusion took over Fritz's tiny face for a small moment and as he worked through her repeating their term for Anlaf. He was next smiling though, and it was incredibly good of Miss Dis (he would still call her that!) to...humor them...so. Maybe that was the correct terming, and Fritz chose to believe it and take it as such. He believed it had first come from Dags but hadn't been there even then and so didn't fully know, the different terming of their mother and father, made up one day as children were wont. If other Dwarves didn't get it, they semi-understood and followed, it coming from roots of even older words for the terms.

"Oh yeah...Fili and Kili's papa...", Even at his tender age, Fritz knew to tread carefully. It created such sadness in people, the mentions of Folkin even now. Even Dags one day had gently pulled her little brother aside, before he made some innocuous comment, which he told her in hindsight he was going to, and which was the height of good intended, but she knew would twinge and remind Fili on how his papa wasn't here. Something on hunting trips and if he would get Thorin to take him.

Fritz still wasn't good at it, try as he did. "It woulda' been nice to meet him...", he trailed off distractedly, before trying to wrap his mind around twice over the amount of years he'd been born! That...that was a lot! The amount of time he'd been around already seeming like a lot as a small children's whole lives did when all time seemed larger.

Miss Dis uncovered whatever it was she'd been doing or had before Fritz arrived, now the lad stepped closer, peering at it, it was a wolf, like a toy and like the ones Mr. Bofur and other toy makers did only...not done... "Wow...a-are you...doing that?", Did you make it? "It's very good", whoever did it.

It instantly reminded Fritz of Kili somehow, and maybe that was all of intent, and somehow fitting the younger prince still older than him and his...easy friend making quiet nature...it was hard to put down fully, just a feel.


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« Reply #6 on: June 12, 2017, 06:45:34 AM »
"He was a good man. I loved him very much."

And it still hurt like the pits of fire burning flesh from her soul, even if nobody was really about anymore within the Halls that might care about that anymore. That was not, something, Dis intended to visit upon a child, and so she merely mustered a smile for Fritz, something fond and good and sincere even as it attempted to shield the more sincere tears that burned and glossed in her blue eyes.

His attention had shifted elsewhere anyway, it seemed, so it was pointless to worry over.

"Yes, I'm doing that...this." She shifted her hands gently, so the figure might stand upright. "I'm not quite as good as some people we know, but most people-- no matter their race-- love a gift made by a loved one's own hands no matter what it is. It's a gift from the heart, and so it's extra special. Could you hand me the little chisel in the bag on your other side, please?"


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« Reply #7 on: June 22, 2017, 02:06:12 AM »
It was good for both of them that Fritz's attention had shifted. So he couldn't ponder up more innocuous things and Dis wouldn't have to deal with them. At her explanation over the wood, the lad peered nearer at some of the details.

"I'm not quite as good as some people we know, but most people-- no matter their race-- love a gift made by a loved one's own hands no matter what it is. It's a gift from the heart, and so it's extra special. Could you hand me the little chisel in the bag on your other side, please?"

Fritz smiled, getting the mention on Mr. Bofur, well but it was his career, he'd had lots of time to get good and sort of had to be so, the lad pondered to himself. He was fully unaware that the miner also had any other job but to make children happy...no matter what he'd at times been told.

His smile grew wider, "Oh yes, they do, and so I'm sure Kili...or is it for Fili? Anyway he'll like it!", a request was made for a chisel on the other side of where Fritz was standing, and he turned to find it. First the bag and then said chisel, his stream of words hardly stopping as he did so though.

"One time, Dags paints some ponies for Andi, I don't know if a picture for his room or not, but just for him in some way, and I'm sure he liked it better than all his ponies in his room. The toy ones. He doesn't have live ponies in his room, Modi wouldn't allow that. Here you go", Fritz handed the chisel.

"She's painted Fíli shields I think, on wood or paper of course, and she gave Kíli and me arm bands, vambraces? They're suppose'ta have something of luck to them or...something, I don't know what she said, or remember the story. 'course that was when Kili was little too, and then me, but I don't know if the bands had luck too, and plus the luck only works for little dwarflings, I'm too big to think that now...but Dags still made it, and it was all decorated just for me, so I still liked it.", Fritz's small childish rambling accompanied Dis' further work.

"but it does just make things better than sweets!", Fritz agreed, finally finding point again, and quite the comparison for the young lad and proof of what he said!


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« Reply #8 on: October 24, 2019, 11:38:13 AM »
There would always be someone who found you annoying, and the same could be said even for the sweetest of hearts. Dis, though, had more than enough experience with the annoying when they rambled on, mind, and with far more forced (or less, because diplomacy was awkward like that) good will than Fritz required at present. Honestly, she preferred it; it gave her leave to focus on what she was doing, and he was even being an occasional help into the bargain-- not stopping for more than a breath, but locating the finely hafted chisel she'd asked for nonetheless.

And besides, they weren't all this easy to entertain, children, but this one thankfully was one of the easier ones, because he was happy to chatter on and not require any particular reply short of the occasional monosyllable response as reassurance that the adult he was talking to was still listening. Fritz's cheerful rambling provided both pleasant background noise, and even if she hadn't more patience for the little ones than she had for most, a mother grew so used to the sound of little voices constantly there that to have them not there was just...off-putting, really.

The exiled Princess Under the Mountain hummed softly in agreement some more, particularly at the mention of Dagmar, though her thoughts strayed some to her sons-- as if they needed the encouragement to do so in the first place. While not liable to happen anytime too soon, her light musing of Fritz and children, perhaps the mention of Fili's Dags too, just a little, also had the rather bittersweet touch of what would eventually come to pass; that whether or not they ever made it back to Erebor, she would eventually become a focus, but no longer the main focus of her children's lives. They would never forget about her, she knew, even as she'd long promised that she would never hold them too tightly (a hard promise to keep, when her golden-haired cub in particular still hugged her, and tight enough to squeeze the breath from her rather than the vice versa it had once been), nor force them to honour any arranged obligation that so often was the way of royalty (that the Elves did no such thing was one thing, if only a small thing, that Dis privately thought they did right), but children always, no matter who they were, drifted into their own lives in the end.

But she would still be their first love, of a sort. Mothers were supposed to be, though not all of them were good enough at the job to deserve it either. But that, Dis mused as she blew gently to free the figurine of sawdust, would have to be enough.

"You're never too old to find wonder in things, Fritz, even if it's simply what brings you Luck." The Lady smiled gently at him, something old in her gaze for but a moment before it cleared, and she held out a hand.

"But I think I'm done here for the day. You must promise not to tell my boys that I am making things for them, and if you keep that promise," Dis paused, before her smile lightened further with something all too likened to the child-like mischief adults so often feared they'd lost (or, perversely, felt too old for), "I'll be sure to let you know first when I've turned these berries into some sweet or other. Biscuits, perhaps?"


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« Reply #9 on: November 15, 2019, 03:49:41 AM »
Whatever the Lady Dis found in the mention of Dagmar in the same breath as Fíli, while to be proven true, was not in anyway in Fritz’s thoughts as he mentioned his sister and the oldest prince, who was such a presence in their home.

This could be due to his own young age, and lack of thinking of females and love at all, as he’d mentioned, or Dis’ motherly almost looking out for such thoughts. Just because she, and even Liv, would be proven right when years later the hints became more such.

”You're never too old to find wonder in things, Fritz, even if it's simply what brings you Luck."

These words would mean more when Fritz was older still, out of Dwarfling-hood, and could recognize that even now, at Twenty, he had silly, childish ideas; like the one that made still young children judge themselves too old for things like Lucky Shields, while Shadows were still terrors.

”But I think I'm done here for the day. You must promise not to tell my boys that I am making things for them, and if you keep that promise, I'll be sure to let you know first when I've turned these berries into some sweet or other. Biscuits, perhaps?"

The Dwarfling’s eyes widened expectedly and appreciatively. He did not let the fact that it went both ways, and he and his had a comfort within the Line of Durin’s Halls some already commented was an unfair advantage, go unnoticed or unused! It was really not too hard to gain access to the treats Dis herself would bake up, though he was also glad of the offer that all out promised such.

”Ok! I won’t say a word!”, he promised, putting a finger to his lips in classic shushing motion, but of himself this time, and even if the gesture might have been hindered by his grin behind it. He still meant his promise, though!

No sooner was this contract struck, than Fritz heard his father’s call. ”Where’d you get to, lad?”.

Anlaf didn’t sound truly worried just yet, it only having been a few moments, and Fritz a growing Dwarfling, no longer a toddler; but he was still young, and Anlaf wouldn’t tell Liv exactly how long her youngest boy had been potentially lost. Thankfully that wasn’t the case, and he was supervised, though Anlaf wondered how deep in trouble he would still be when he saw who knew he’d lost track of his son.

”Milady Dis...”, his smile was decidedly nervous as the councilor gave a nod of a bow. Two women sharing facts could be the bane of many a fine warrior.

”I’ve been helping Miss Dis”, Fritz told his father as he came over, and maybe before being asked about his sneaking off, though he had tried to tell Anlaf also. ”After I found her; before that I was following a noise. It turned out to be a bird. I told you I was leaving...did...you hear?”, another check for his own sake.

While the boy also hadn’t checked too hard as to that fact, Anlaf just chuckled, foregoing a lecture, and with him found and all. Or he would just still gently remind his son about guardians being sure of his whereabouts on the walk home.

”I’m afraid I missed that information”, he said, still meaningly around his smile and as he gave Fritz’s unruly locks a small tousle.

His son’s smile was shamelessly impish, but no bad meant by it.

Anlaf glanced back to Dis, ”I Thank-you Milady for watching out for him...", almost because of his position as one of Thorin's top councilors, only a bit below Balin perhaps, Anlaf wouldn't allow the familiarity his family enjoyed with their royals to rob him of still giving due cordiality, "...and despite my son's words, hope he wasn't too much trouble...", he side glanced knowingly to his son.


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  • Legolas: [link] @Thranduil
    November 09, 2019, 01:38:45 AM
  • Galadriel: i give up i keep hitting the wrong account here xD
    October 29, 2019, 05:52:34 AM
  • Éowyn: [link] @Thranduil
    October 29, 2019, 05:51:25 AM
  • Dís: You know, with the CORRECT ACCOUNT. xD
    October 24, 2019, 11:40:25 AM
  • Éowyn: Reply for Fritz. [link]
    October 24, 2019, 11:40:00 AM
  • Faramir: Reply for Éowyn! [link]
    September 30, 2019, 12:17:32 AM
  • Manwë: Reply for Nauroval! thehobbitroleplay.com/index.php?topic=5384.0
    September 26, 2019, 04:55:55 PM
  • Pellavan: Thread for Farran/Faramir! [link]
    September 26, 2019, 03:39:31 AM
  • Faramir: Reply for Éowyn! [link]
    September 22, 2019, 12:39:37 AM
  • Tintaldé: [link] @Whit/Tinuvagor
    September 21, 2019, 11:01:15 AM
  • Éowyn: [link] @Cass/Faramir
    September 21, 2019, 10:38:16 AM
  • Ulmo: Pellavan is approved and now in play! ^^ [link]
    September 16, 2019, 12:38:49 PM
  • Fritz: More brotherly banter for Andi/Cass and Koph/Blue! Whoo! [link]
    September 04, 2019, 06:15:14 PM
  • Faramir: Starter for Lothíriel/Meren, after a thousand years! [link]
    August 24, 2019, 10:22:02 PM
  • Gard of Lake-town: Tag for Thatguy [link]
    May 17, 2019, 03:01:04 AM
  • thatguy2: tag for Gard [link]
    May 14, 2019, 05:38:28 AM
  • Gard of Lake-town: Thread for Eofor/Thatguy [link]
    May 11, 2019, 02:46:13 AM
  • Gard of Lake-town: Reply for Hades/Altair! [link]
    May 08, 2019, 04:09:02 PM