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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( 1 ) Samwise Gamgee | The Lord of the Rings

[keepgoing]

[ Samwise Gamgee doesn't like this, not one bit. He'd come to be more used to being surrounded by all those big folk under fire, you see, and he had a purpose. Follow Mr. Frodo, do right by Gandalf and his old Gaffer. Keep Mr. Frodo safe, at all costs, that was your responsibility, Sam Gamgee. Except now he's somewhere else, and after threatening a few of whomever were keeping him captive (a surprise to even himself, but much had changed about him in the past few months, with all that had happened), here's here, at a party, surrounded by big-folks without a familiar face in sight.

It could be easy for him to hide in the corner and succumb to a natural hobbit-like shyness towards men and the like, but he doesn't. You've got to do better than that Samwise Gamgee. He rustles up his courage, an easier task than he would have ever expected not long before, and weaves his way through the crowd. He's looking for familiar faces, and asking questions. ]

[chiot]

[ Gavroche knows better than to mess with people. Especially people that work and live here--because he's been watching this tiny man with big hairy feet wander around, all shy. He's reminded of a few of his gang he's taken under his wing, taught to fly.

That's why he likes him automatically, weird ears and hair feet and shyness behind. And that's exactly why, during a moment where Gavroche is stuffing his face full of strange sweets, he smacks his lips rudely the moment the strange man wanders by. ]

No oen ain't gonna take you seriously, monsieur. Not if you run around with big feet an' a scared smile.

[keepgoing]

[ Funny thing is, that even when they were in Bree, Sam hadn't a chance to meet any children. He always imagined children of men to be big too, so when he's face to face with what looks mightily like a pint-sized man, who is exactly the same height as him--and he's not a particularly tall fellow for a hobbit--It's a bit of a surprise.

Maybe he's not one of the big-folk. Either way, it's rude to insult a Hobbit's feet like that. Their feet are a matter of pride. ]

I'm not scared, and pardon me saying so but you're the one with odd feet, them being so small and in shoes.

[chiot]

'course they're in shoes. IF they weren't, maybe I'd step in glass or dung. I got enuffa the smell, don't wanna get it 'tween my toes, huh? Huh?

[ But Sam talks funny and Gavroche winds up smiling wide, stuffing his face with another bun, and laughing. ]

Jokes on you, huh! But I like how ya look, jus' it's funny, is all.

just because i want this to happen

[avisionofwar]

[ What is this strange, dwarfish thing scuttling about beside the tables?

Serving staff, likely. Celegorm inclines his pointed chin, his thin-lipped mouth curving into a faint frown. Neatly-- because he's faster, more precise in movement-- he presses an empty glass into Samwise's chubby mitt as the Hobbit passes him by. It's the sort've elegantly irreverent thing one would do to a servant they expect to be seen, not heard, and no sooner is it done than Celegorm turns back to his previous conversation across the table, ignoring Samwise utterly. ]

[keepgoing]

[ What is this? Sam's startled in that instant that suddenly, though he was minding his own business, there's something being thrust into his hand. A quip sits on his tongue about how he's a hobbit on a mission and he doesn't have time for being festive when he's been up and kidnapped like this, but it drops off at the sight of, well, wow, an elf. He feels like he's seen so very many elves now in the last short but infinitely long stretch of his life and yet he's always in awe of them, always stunned.

Well okay perhaps he can be a bit more polite about it all. ]

Begging your pardon, Master Elf, but I've not got the time for drinking, for all I'd like to.

[ And so he thrusts the glass right back. ]

have a crazy wizard, sam

[aiwendil]

[Was that...? Yes, that was indeed a hobbit unless he was mistaken. Radagast whirled around as he hurried past the hobbit, peering at him with narrowed eyes. He had never met this particular one before, though he remembered Bilbo. Gandalf had also made mention of the hobbits before, having been a friend of them for quite some time.

So the wizard didn't hesitate to approach Sam, peering at him curiously.]

Another hobbit! Friend of Gandalf's, aren't you?

NOTHING SEEMS CRAZY ANYMORE HE'S A HOBBIT ON THE LAM

[keepgoing]

[ Now hobbits are suspicious folk to begin with, but now that Sam's got something and someone to protect, and it's his responsibility and his alone mind you, he's less suspicious of of foreigners and more suspicious of unsavory characters as a whole. As the only wizard he's ever known in his whole life had been Gandalf, who carries himself in a calm and collected manner without much exuberance outside of his jolly disposition. This one seems a bit mad, and any mad big-folk are right out in his book.

So yes, being approached by this one is concerning and gets his guard up. That is, until he hears the name Gandalf. He can't help but sink into himself where he had been bubbling up, and the wound is still too new. ]

I'm sorry to be the one who had to tell you this, sir, but Gandalf...I was his friend, sir, or at least I'd say so, not sure he'd say the same being a great wizard and all, and me just a hobbit from the shire but...Gandalf fell sir. In the mines.

I'm sorry.

[aiwendil]

[A bit mad? Well, perhaps, Radagast is very much on edge as he wrings his hands, distressed at Sams words.]

Do you mean he fell again? Oh Gandalf- [Then he paused, rooting around in his ear with one finger before looking back at Sam once more.] In the mine you say? I saw him just the other day- [A pause, did he see Gandalf? Ah yes, he remembered the white robes, he had thought it was Saruman at first, that had been distressing.] Ah yes, I've seen him, he gave me a bit of a scare but you know he's alive and well, don't you?

the noise i made was not human

[firith]

[ Legolas is the one who befriended the Ringbearer, not Thranduil. Rather, Bilbo has been, albeit briefly, the sum total of the Elvenking's experience with hobbits, but he has heard wonderful things over the years about each of the Fellowship and finds himself wholly quite warmed to the little folk of the Shire. Before his son sailed west, there was a genuinely fond respect for Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin that Thranduil would read as clear as day in Legolas's face. So it isn't up to Samwise to break the ice, not really; keen elven eyes notice him wending his way through the legs of everyone else at the feast and see only a hobbit, without real recognition, and he steps into his path with a sussuration of silver-gold robes. If he can be of assistance to Bilbo and Frodo's people, he will. ]

You seem to have misplaced your friends, master hobbit. [ Even without having met before, just as easily as Thranduil can tell a hobbit from anything else in this land, he himself is quite clearly an elf of Arda. ] Or else to be in quite the hurry.

was it elf by any chance? it could have been elf.

[keepgoing]

[ For all the elves that Sam has now seen in such a short period of time, he is no less in awe of their wonder. He knows now how how to notice the differences between the elves wandering the woods near his home that inspired dreams and fancy, and those with cities and homes and stable lives to live. They are something different to him now, but beautiful and awesome they remain eternally.

Now simple Sam Gamgee from the Shire can't tell the difference between different classes of elves. They all look like lords and ladies of the highest degree to him, but the one who's come up to him now on his frantic search for Frodo reminds him of Lord Celeborn, most present in his mind aside from the Lady Galadriel whose impression would never leave him in all his years, he's sure. This one is definitely a lord or king or something, he must be. Sam swallows, averting his eyes in respect. ]

I am, Master Elf, sir. I've been taken from someone, and I've got to find him, you see.

screw it here have the bard too *pretends he's seelie temporarily or something*

[bythewaves]

[ There's a song drifting up from somewhere outside - sad and lonely and terribly broken - its like but not to the things Sam would have heard in Rivendell, but nothing in Rivendell ever carried such pain. It speaks of blood on white sands and fire on the water, of madness and loss and grief. If Sam follows it, there's a tall elf with a harp in a corner of the courtyard ]