TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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bilbo baggins | the hobbit (dos)

[somethingprecious]

[1. - caer glaem]

[Bilbo Baggins was at a complete loss.

Surely, surely he thought that after everything he had been through, all the horrors and utterly strange experiences, that he could feel at least a little bit prepared for anything else the Gods felt like throwing at him. That while the current that swept him from his home over a year ago continually threatened to drown him at the worst of times, that by now he at least knew how to swim well enough to keep his head above the water.

This... This was completely beyond him and he hardly knew where to start when the idea of returning home surfaced. After all if everything he was told was true, if the map in his hands was right, he was very far from home indeed.

Bilbo sat on a marble bench with a view of a garden before him that reminded him fondly of Rivendell. Everything felt so much like the familiar lands he once traveled and yet at the same time they were completely different. Bilbo didn't feel he was wise enough to understand the strange disconnection between this world and his, but it tickled his mind still. The idea of an entirely new world, full of potential and discoveries was dampened by the grim reminder of what exactly he left behind before arriving here unwillingly.

He sighed, looking down at the locket with a frown as he turns it over between his hands, fingers tracing the intricate design. Next to him on the bench is the map he was originally given, wrinkled from already constant use.]

I had to.

[13th_member]

[Although Roxas hasn't given up his search for Sora and the others, he eventually finds himself back in the courtyard with a fork stabbed into a slice of cake that's nestled in his hand on top of a napkin. (The lack of his favorite ice cream was certainly a disappointment, but he could almost make it up to his sweet-tooth with everything else.) However, even with his second trip to the courtyard, his worried thoughts are still getting better of him, so much so that it's really hard to enjoy the scenery.

He really shouldn't be surprised to find others seeking refuge from the party, but he wasn't expecting someone visibly younger than him to be sitting around by himself.]

Hey kid, are you okay?

[Oh, you're one to talk, Roxas. It's a good distraction from his own thoughts, and maybe he should go back and get another plate of sweets? Desserts make everything better.]

excuse u, roxas...!!!!

[somethingprecious]

[It doesn't click right away that someone is talking to him since, well, he isn't a child, but the following silence that accompanies most unanswered questions has him look up anyways to the young man. Teen.

If possible Bilbo's frown only deepens as he realizes that unfortunately there will always be someone mistaking him for a child. He wrinkles his nose.]

Assuming you are speaking to me I will tell you I am not a child. [Bilbo straightens up some, sniffing.] ... But yes, I- I am quite fine. [A small lie.]

[13th_member]

[.........Awkward. So awkward that Roxas flinches when Bilbo looks up at him.]

A-ah, sorry...You-- yeah, sorry. [He sincerely means it at least, although he's not exactly meeting eye contact for a moment as he rubs the back of his neck. There's no excusing the mistake he just made. So embarrassing.

Ahem, cough, need to move on now.]

I don't think most people who've just been taken from their world would be fine...Unless you live here. [But yeah, no. Doesn't seem like it.]

[lightcatcher]

[Someone is stepping out of the door behind Bilbo, stepping around some columns and then just brushing past him, though not far - they are on a balcony type place with flights of stairs to both sides that lead into the park further down, and the figure stops at the railing, standing there tall and proud for a while, just looking out over the garden.

It's a man, tall and fair, with long dark hair and wearing an armour that speaks of skilled craft and wealth. He's armed, and while it may well be there for show there is a certain purpose in his step that indicates that he well knows how to use it. He will simply stay there in the dark, ignoring the other person on the balcony completely. Not that he isn't aware of him, but he doesn't know of him, could not say where he is from or what his purpose is, and in a place like this sees no reason to immediately feel anything towards him, for better or worse. His thoughts are on other matters, for a while.]

[somethingprecious]

[The figure sweeps past him like a shadow, sending a chill down Bilbo's spine as he looks up to watch the stranger with slight curiosity. Upon studying him further (staring is rude, he is aware, but he feels he can excuse himself in the current situation) he recognizes him to be an Elf and a spark of hope lights up in his chest. Having only met those native to these lands it had not yet occurred to Bilbo that he could very well meet and Elf not from Middle-earth.

A surprise for another day, fortunately.

His experience with Elves and how to deal with them was sadly very short. So he musters up no small amount of courage and carefully walks over to the Elf's side, both hands clutched together in front of his chest to keep himself from fidgeting. He offers a small, polite smile and when he speaks he winces at how timid his voice comes out at first.]

Ah- Hello!

[lightcatcher]

[It's hard to make heads and tails of this person. He might be a native, or from any world; Fëanor has never seen the likes of him. So there is no specific attitude in the elf's reaction to the hobbit as he looks down at him, not with respect but with the slightly condescending and easily swayed neutrality that he has adapted as an approach to those in this place that he cannot place.]

Yes?

[firith]

[ His pleasure at finding Bilbo in the gardens is muted but plain to see, a shush of long silver robes turning to silence as he pauses in the outer corridor. Thranduil makes no secret of his approach, hands behind his back as he paces over along a pathway, gravel crunching carelessly under his boots. ]

There sits one Magnificent hobbit in our midst, this day. Can he be Bilbo Elf-Friend?

[somethingprecious]

[In his current timeline he had not yet had the pleasure of actually meeting the Elvenking yet, only watching him and those below him from the shadows until he could help the Dwarves escape their prisons.

It was an extremely awkward position for him to be in and while seemingly necessary (confounded Thorin with his blasted temper) he could not shake the guilt he felt staying in a home (unknowingly) unwelcome and uninvited. Somehow he would have to repay the King for Bilbo was nothing if not at least decently well-mannered.

So imagine his surprise when he is approached by the Elfking himself. Bilbo straightens up, the locket in his hand forgotten for the moment in favor for Thranduil's friendly words. Something didn't add up here.]

Certainly I am Bilbo, but a magnificent Hobbit is doubtful. [As does the title Elf-friend, but he'll roll with the punches here as best he can.] No, I am but a simple Hobbit, your Majesty.

[firith]

[ Fascinated by the ... no, not simple manners, the gentle dismissal of a title hard-won from battle and easily gained with a simple gesture of friendship and regret, Thranduil tilts his head curiously as he comes to a stop nearby with both hands clasped behind his back. ]

You speak as one wearied. [ Keen eyes have not failed to notice what Bilbo was doing, even from a distance and before their task halted. ] Does the locket trouble you so?

[somethingprecious]

Wearied is... [He exhales, weakly smiling briefly at just how much of an understatement that felt like.] Wearied is one way to describe it.

[He looks back down at the locket, thumb idly tracing over the raised designs.] Many things about this... place trouble me. I fear I am in shock still and I cannot shake it. [No matter how much he may huff and gruff at himself because of it.

He wrinkles his nose, his worried expression shifting to one of thinly veiled annoyance.] And to be completely honest, if you will pardon me, this entire ordeal is ill-mannered! Very... very rude.

[firith]

[ In a couple of long strides he seats himself on the same bench, putting them at a better height to talk. ]

Is it? I found the fairies that led me thither to be most polite.

[ His own locket is slid out of his robes, clicking it open to show Bilbo how to do so. ]

[somethingprecious]

[A gesture that eases the tension from his shoulders just a bit more.]

Oh, yes they were quite civil towards me as well... [He trails off, lost in a particularly worrisome thought if his current expression is anything to go by.

Hearing the subtle click of Thranduil's locket opening brings him back, a curious sparkle in his eye now aimed at the contraption.]

Does it work? Can you really... communicate through it like they said?

screeches excitedly at

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili's wandering, his senses overextended, heart beating fast. He's lost, confused. Is he dreaming? Quite possibly. There's no more pain in his leg, not even the slightest sign of an injury. Fever dream, most likely.

His heart leaps at a familiar face, dream or no, and Kili beams, rushing towards the hobbit with all the grace of a clumsy elephant.]

Bilbo!

8>!!! omfg that user name....

[somethingprecious]

[Nerves frayed (understandably so) enough already Bilbo jumps at the calling, locket disappearing into the pocket of his blue coat. Seeing Kili very briefly reminds him of the heavy weight of a jewel wrapped in cloth hidden in the folds of his clothes before he is also overcome with the overwhelming relief of seeing a familiar face.]

Kili, oh goodness...! [He moves off the bench to meet the young dwarf halfway, hands twisting each other in front of him. Quickly he remembers the state Kili was in before they left and his heart jumps.] Your leg- Are you alright? Surely you shouldn't be trampling all over like this... [He trails off, glancing around.]

Where's Fili and Bofur? They were with you, yes?

i'm so proud of it tbh

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili laughs brightly and promptly pulls the hobbit into a tight hug, lifting him off the ground slightly.]

I'm fine, all healed, see? [He gestures to his leg. There's not even a slight limp or anything.] Not a clue how, though.

[Bilbo's question makes him hesitate, his smile fading as he looks around, as though expecting to see Fili just pop out of nowhere.] Well aye but...I haven't seen them. But all of this... [He gestures vaguely around them.]

It has to be a dream, doesn't it?

i get a good chuckle outta it every time i see it

[somethingprecious]

[Oof. Bilbo lets himself be enveloped easily even with the awkward tension in his shoulders that he can never seem to shake when it comes to physical affection. Still, this is a unique situation and he'll let Kili have his comfort because Yavanna knows Bilbo needs it too.

They were so completely lost and deep down he worries about a great many things.]

H- Healed? [Once (mostly) released from the crushing embrace he looks over to the gestured leg and then back to Kili, obviously surprised. A running theme today it seems.]

I suspect our... gracious hosts are behind this, surely. [He sniffs and pulls out the locket from his pocket, turning it over carefully in his hand.] It would certainly be easier if this was a dream, but I dare not cling to false hopes. No... No, I fear this is all very real.

[He holds up the locket, looking back at Kili.] Have you tried using this yet?

haha good!

[kilimanjaro]

[There's a frustrated sort of sigh from Kili.]

How can it be real? Bilbo, there isn't even a mark where my wound used to be, and I know it was there. It nearly killed me.

[A look of dawning horror crosses his face.] ...Is that it, then? Are we all dead?

[somethingprecious]

[He furrows his brow, frown deepening at the idea.]

We are not dead so banish the thought. Besides, if we really are dead then what did I die from? Certainly not Smaug-- [Because he remembers very clearly watching the dragon fly away with the intent to burn everyone in Laketown away. Bofur, Kili, Fili, Bard...

He swallows dryly, shaking his head.] ... No. No we aren't dead. I imagine being dead would be much more peaceful, but I am far from being at peace right now. [At least he hopes so. What did he know anyways?

Bilbo moves away from Kili back to the bench where he left his map and holds it out for Kili to see.] Look, this is a completely new world! If I could just find a library maybe I could make better sense of all this...

[aiwendil]

[Feasts such as these with such crowds really was not this wizard's forte. He did have the chance to pick up some food and sniff it before tossing it aside. Strange stuff, very strange indeed!

Being inside is making him twitch so the brown wizard ventures outside, rummaging in his sleeves for the mushrooms he had stashed there earlier.] Oh where are they, ah no, I just had them!

[And that's when he spots Bilbo, peering at him for a moment before speaking, jabbing his staff in the hobbit's direction. What did Gandalf call him again? Ah yes, a hobbit!] Friend of Gandalf's, aren't you?

[somethingprecious]

[He perks up at the familiar voice, Gandalf's name sticking out to him especially.]

Um- Y-Yes... Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins. We've met once before... It was a bit of a mess, I'm afraid. [During the Orc attack before Rivendell.

Bilbo shifts in his seat, unsure, but finally settles on standing up to properly address the Brown Wizard.]

Is Gandalf with you?

[aiwendil]

Is he?! [Radagast whirls around to check for himself but alas, no sign of his old friend.]

It seems not, he must have been left behind. [The wizard said, wringing his hands together for a moment nervously. This whole thing set him on edge.] You wouldn't happen to know where we were, would you?

[somethingprecious]

[... Oh that isn't very comforting. Not at all. Bother it all.

Bilbo reaches to take up the map from the bench and holds it out for Radagast to see.] I certainly wish I knew. I have never seen a map like this before, it is completely new to me- and that is saying something! [He coughs once, wrinkling his nose.]

You are the first... familiar face I have come across here.

[aiwendil]

[The wizard takes the map, turning it over before peering close as if pressing his face against would help divine something. But after a moment he looks back at Bilbo, wondering why the hobbit seems so tense.]

I don't trust that fairy food either. Come, I have something you can eat, these are safe! [Radagast said with a toothy grin as he handed the map back to Bilbo before rummaging in his robe and producing a few squished mushrooms.] Try one, they're really quite good!

[somethingprecious]

[Why indeed.

That throws him through a loop, leaving him just a tad confused and just a little irritated at the well-meaning Wizard. He waves a hand, trying to politely decline the offered mushrooms.] I-I'm fine thank you... No, but this is very serious! I have no idea where we are and...