[The Bitty Meme]

[fairbrook]

The Bitty Meme

 

Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

 

૪ Post up your character- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

૪ ????

૪ PROFIT!

 

 

 

You're Just An:

 

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

Comments

legolas, tolkien's works

[lasdithen]

( FINALLY A BITTY ACCOUNT FOR THE BITTY MEEM )

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[firith]

[ Trying to sort through some documents recently shipped up-river by Dale, he isn't getting very far. The reason for that is about three-feet tall and has gained access to Thranduil's study as the Elvenking writes in a steady hand with his quill behind a large oak desk.

It is very short, very blonde, and very loud, especially when it puts every effort into attempting silence. ]

eheheh

[lasdithen]

[ Attempting silence and not bothering dad with all the effort of a bored yet loving son. Present for the company that remains preoccupied with something else, Legolas amuses himself with playing by himself. Or rather by himself with a fox kit found some days past and rescued after its mother has been found nearby dead to the spiders.

Gasp, grunt, then longer. Easily like the leaves he was named after, Legolas climbs a bookshelf starting with a jump from a table nearby. Already he possesses the great grace of their kin, yet it requires some polishing still. Such as when instead of the shelf, his hands lands on a book instead and the pressure put to it has it slide out and fall down to the floor. The kit, beneath, whining to be taken with, then yelps when Legolas causes the little avalanche of paper. ]

Ah, goheno nin, mellon!

[ Exclaimed whisper, a giggle. He sprawls on the top of the bookshelf at last, all hair freely falling down the sides of his face. ]

[firith]

[ As part of one of his bookcases tumbles off like newly sprung waterfalls, Thranduil doesn't bother looking up to check if Legolas is alright. He will be, of course, because otherwise the entire underground of the Halls would know it.

His quill scratches quietly, a deep voice lifting in a thoughtful murmur. ]

Legolas, will you please braid your hair so that nothing else gets caught in it today?

[ Doesn't even need to look up to know his son resembles a sack of fluff-topped potatoes. That tunic was probably fitted and neat once upon a time, too. ]

[lasdithen]

[ Both youths, elfling and kit, look towards the source of the voice. Legolas with a smile bright enough for them both, as his animal friend can't quite mimic expressions such as this. A mistake, on Thranduil's part, to speak and acknowledge the little menace that has commandeered his room for playground. For to Legolas it now means the chance to get dad to play as well.

It means he's not quite as invested in that work as Legolas had initially thought. ]

But my fingers are brambles, too stiff and lacking the grace to handle such fine work!

[ Except it's not the silken cascade it ought to be, but wind-swept, fuzzy mess of blond locks. Nothing caught in it, except itself.

Legolas gives a gasp a thoughtful moment later, exaggerated and theatrical, but well believable in spite of it all. ]

Is it my fate to turn into a tree, ada?

[ How his thoughts run in so many directions at once will forever remain a mystery. ]

YOU GAVE ME THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE ONLY YOURSELF TO BLAME

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor follows in Legolas' train as much for love of his brother as he does for loyalty to the Woodland Prince (He will be king, one day, Maglor knows, whether he will or nil - the natives honor him as one already) - left to his own devices, he would prefer to wander on his own (the Sea calls, although he knows there is no Straight Road to take, nor jewel beneath its waves). He has started already, quietly but surely divorcing himself from day to day things. Legolas will be well without him, and he has Celegorm well in hand.

He still sings for the company, but perhaps he does so less than before. He comes to find Legolas today to ask leave to return to the Station for a time, and expecting the young haryon, bold and bright and strong, he finds something else entirely ]

Er... Legolas? Is that you?

also full time bitty :3c no memories of anything

[lasdithen]

[ His father is tall, very tall, so Legolas is quite used to tipping his head far, very far to look at him when he's on his own two feet. But this elf yet is even taller, different than any elves of Mirkwood, and completely unfamiliar to him. Still, never one to shy away from any an elf, Legolas stands there with eyes blown wide in a great wonder. Lips parted, forming an O in his surprise. As free in all of his expressions and reactions as ever, even that thousand years later.

Some things, Maglor might soon find out, never changed about the Woodland Prince. ]

You know my name! Yet yours is unknown to me and I thought I had known all of the Woodland Realm.

[ This forest ain't Mirkwood, Legolas. ]

lol oh dear XD

[bythewaves]

[ ................... ]

Ah...

[ Scrambling for the refuge of manners to cover sheer bemusement, Maglor folds himself to his knees and bows to him ]

Well that might be because I am not from the Woodland Realm, little prince. [ Most accurate use of that title yet observes an equally dumbstruck Caranthir ] Maglor I am, and I ... am but a simple traveller. Well met. [ since when have you been a simple anything? Asks Curufin incredulously ]

[lasdithen]

[ A traveller! And so Legolas's interest grows. As far as he recalls, there is not an elf among their people who has seen much beyond their woods. Woods so very similar to these, for as long as they remain away from the spider nests.

Wide eyed and now smiling, allowed to look ahead normally now as Maglor crouches to his level, of course the next question is the most natural for the ever curious. That he's not of the Woodland Realm, that... well, it should be concerning yet it's not. His curiosity overweights any possible worries that could have otherwise arisen. ]

Well met! [ Ever... most direct and familiar with all too. ] Have you seen much of the world beyond, Master Maglor?

2 - let's pretend they were little together - hover for traaaaanslation

[stillhope]

[It wasn't often that the elves of Mirkwood came to visit, some sort of official business between his father and hers. Things that were far beyond her comprehension. With her brothers at lessons, it left her to entertain the youngest traveler - a request that hadn't been too difficult for her to comply with.

She runs giggling through the forest, keen eyes scanning for a familiar flash of blonde. Her little voice is light as she tries to find his hiding spot.]

Legolas, manka naa lle?

eheheheh ♥

[lasdithen]

[ To find a woodelf among the trees, even so young and barely experienced, is, indeed, a feat. And in particular the young prince of the realm, so keen on climbing and running all about that he cannot remain in one spot too long.

Legolas sits perched up on a branch high enough to hide him from view, among the leaves and bowers of the trees. Through the little space between the leaves, he observes Arwen and moves only when she does, steps soft and quiet. His smile is wide and bright, and the giggles he's quite unable to hold back resound among the tall trees. The only hint she gets right now. ]

[stillhope]

[Her ears pick up the giggles, keen eyes searching up rather than out as they had been before. She rests a palm on one of the trees, trying to listen to them the same way her father does. There's a hint of frustration when it doesn't work, her mind too scattered to have the necessary focus.

She continues to look up, moving beneath the trees as she looks for him.]

I see you!

[No she doesn't.]

[lasdithen]

[ At those words he moves, like a leaf thrown off by a gust of wind, lightly stepping along a thin branch and jumping towards another. Legolas can't quite tell if she does or does not see him, but he can try to lose the eye that searches for him even so.

Moving all the while, he calls out into the echoes of the forest. ]

Where am I then? [ A peal of laughter his exclamation mark! ] You must catch me, but not merely with sight alone!

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm laughed, hand on the shoulder of the elfling beside him, the other pointing out how close his practice arrow was to the center mark of the target. "See how close? This was because you fired while exhaling; if you'd held your breath or made sure it had all escaped you, you would have been perfectly on the center! Well done, well done!"

[lasdithen]

Well done says Celegorm, and Legolas huffs a breath in frustration. Impatient, though adoring the practise, he wishes, so wishes he could get it right at last. It's been hours, polishing this skill and little by little getting better and the arrow landing closer to the dead centre with each piece of advice and each correction of his mistakes.

"Then I shall try again!" Though contrary to his frustrated fuming, he's hardly discouraged. Legolas looks up to Celegorm instead with a look of determination, and hope that he hasn't grown tired of instructing him yet.

[avisionofwar]

"Very well," instructs Celegorm, smiling. "But you will stand three paces further back when you shoot again."

He was nothing if not a demanding instructor.

7 - LEGOLAS, WHAT DID YOU DO?

[sculptor_of_aman]

[Whatever tiny Legolas has done, ElfMama Nerdanel has found him. And she doesn't look happy. Still, her voice remains calm.]

All right, Laiqualassë. Come on out.

... b-broke a sculpture running around?

[lasdithen]

[ The most shamed, his gaze shifts there and back, from side to side but never directly looking towards Nerdanel, as he finally reveals himself from where he's been hiding. Hand-wringing, hair all wind-swept, he does not quite look the prince he should be.

Eventually though, he does speak up (quiet and hushed and so very guilty), though still without looking up from the floor. ]

It was an accident...!

Re: ... b-broke a sculpture running around?

[sculptor_of_aman]

[A long sigh]

Laiqualassë. You know my sculptures are kept there. What were you doing that made you forget caution?

[walkingarsenal]

[They had agreed to meet for a sparring session, but just after dawn, when Fíli reaches the spot where he expects Legolas to be waiting (if the elf doesn't sneak up on him), there is no one to be seen. Fíli is the one waiting, but no one sneaks up on him, either, for no one comes, even after he gives his friend another half hour to arrive.

It's unexpected. While something else can all too easily have come up to interfere, he is sure that Legolas would have sent him a locket-message. He doubts that today's plans would have slipped the elf's mind.

After a few minutes more spent waiting and wondering, he retraces his steps and sets out on a search. A message quickly dictated should find Legolas sooner, but he has yet to hear his own locket chime.]

[lasdithen]

[ Perhaps it would find him sooner, for the locket still hangs on a long chain from Legolas's neck, along with the compass he received from Hermione, but in the end Fili manages to find him soon enough in person as well. Though perhaps not exactly as he expected to find him.

There is an elfling among the trees of the area, barely three feet, hair long and terribly, terribly blond. Blue eyes blown wide as he tips his head back to stare up, and up, and up along the tree trunk. Too tall the tree for him to even attempt to climb, the lowest branches far out of his reach and he has tried running up the trunk, tried climbing like so too, but to no avail. Proof of it is all on his hands and clothes, and some in those silken strands of hair, slivers of tree bark, leaves from his repeated falls.

With the sounds of approach, the light crunch of dried leaves beneath heavy boots, Legolas snaps out of his consideration to duck out of the view and see first who it is. This forest, he thinks, is Mirkwood merely a part of it he had yet to visit. Legolas thinks, he is certain almost, that among these trees hide the people of his father's, and so he's unafraid. Not much, no- in fact, not at all (he is brave, oh he is, this is what he tells himself, and he will face what comes head on and he will not cry, not now, nor later). It's not a spider, nor an orc that appears in between the low thicket, already turning gold and red for the autumn. The creature that reveals itself is entirely unknown to him. Just a little taller than he is now, with a lot of fluff all about the face, and a wild mess of curly hair, deep golden in colour.

Legolas, it seems, has yet to be taught about dwarves.

And so he sits in that thicket he found for his hiding space, his eyes wider yet, peering from between the thin branches and what remains of the leaves. ]

[walkingarsenal]

[A glimpse of the little figure is all that Fíli gets before it's gone, darting out of sight almost soundlessly, save a rustle of leaves on branches. That glimpse, pale hair and bright eyes, stops him in his tracks. He has a sudden, baffling hunch that what he saw will end his search, bizarre though it would be if he isn't mistaken.

Even an elfling's steps are already light and quiet, but hair of that striking colour doesn't blend in well among shrubs clad in autumn's garb. Between the leaves, there are gaps to see through, and they give plenty away. In a matter of seconds, Fíli's eyes find the wide, curious pair peeking out from their owner's hiding place.

He drops to his knees, slowly. Slowly, too, he begins to inch closer and closer across the forest floor. A few moments of that later, he breaks his silence.]

I'm looking for someone, a friend. Perhaps you can help me?

[rangerandking]

{Up for an adventure, bro-Elf?}

[lasdithen]

( BRING IT ♥ )

[rangerandking]

{He has given himself a goal: he will sneak up on Legolas if it is the last thing he does. Of course, even if he manages such a feat, he has no idea what would come next.

Aside from laughter and pride.

Thus the young Elf will find his friend crawling along tree branches overhead, trying to be as quiet as possible. Twigs snap and Estel loses his grip now and then - he has some room to grow - but he is fairly remarkable.

For a Man.}