#flcrilege

"In my defense, Master Bilbo, I've never even seen a cow before! How was I supposed to know it'd do that?"

Well, Atreion's mouth was still very much working, so he couldn't be that injured, but that didn't stop Bilbo for a moment. Hobbits were born to fuss - and Bagginses especially so - so when Bilbo pointed his muddy, shellshocked guest onto a stool with a glare to melt iron, Atreion had obeyed. Not quietly, but he had obeyed even so.

starter for @flcrilege

“Master Boggins, good evening!”

Whatever Bilbo had been expecting with his supper, it probably wasn’t this. Two years since, the round green door at Bag End had been rattled by the fists of a dozen burly dwarves, tromping their way inside to eat him out of house and home - and more things besides. Now, there was only one much taller fellow on the mat, bent almost double to fit in the doorframe. An elf, willowy and graceful - but where the elves Bilbo had met before had been aloof, this one was practically bouncing in excitement, pushing windswept red hair out of their face to show a blinding grin.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

accepting @flcrilege

Lark’s hands moved gently over the small wound on the other’s calf. Fortunately, she prepared healing herbs ahead of time. 

Her gaze softened a bit upon looking at Kili. 

“ That was quite the maneuver you did. Call me impressed, Kili.” she said as she began to crush the herbs in her small mortar. 

“ Only the strongest warriors can weather such an attack as that one. Not even many of my people can properly defend against it.” 

Perhaps she had gone a bit overboard with demonstrating her skills.  She placed the paste of green upon the wound and began to wrap it. A pleasant heat seeped into it and began to dull the pain. 

“ There.” she said. “ Now you can brag that you managed to defend yourself against an elven assassin.” 

❛ seen like what? ❜ he could hardly keep the mirth from his tone. he’d pilfered a bit of pipeweed from bilbo’s pockets earlier in the night, and upon seeing him approach, he’d felt certain that an accusation was about to be lobbed his way. judging by the look on the hobbit’s face, he wasn’t as sure now whether or not that was so. ❛ a thief? or are we referring to all the little disappearing acts you’ve been pulling lately? ❜ the company knew something was funny about him, but he’d saved their hides enough that no one had questioned it.

until now.

•OUTLANDER STARTER SENTENCES• @flcrilege — still accepting!

•OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS• @flcrilege — currently accepting!

A THICK BROW RAISED IN QUESTION TOWARD THE HOBBIT. Though no words came from the dwarf Thorin hadn't quite blamed Bilbo for the words said. No. No way had this mere, meager creature standing before him had been a meek or obedient - or both. That was what surprised him about said Hobbit in the first place; a backbone and the will to stand up to his cantankerous attitude. With a breath taken Thorin simply stood from where he'd been sitting, standing in front of the Hobbit with hands folded in front of him.