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“O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water! O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter! O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after! O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves’ laughter!” — : J.R.R Tolkien, from The Fellowship of the Ring: In the House of Tom Bombadil

Independent LotR/Tolkien RP blog.
Tracking the tag: "goldberryriverdaughter"

Summer’s Warm Evenings

bxmbadil:

"Nothing would make your Tom happier!" he replied, having joined her in merry dancing up the walk to their home. He took her hand, and kissed the top before entering, and setting her lilies down by the front door. He hung his hat and coat, as was custom, before stretching tall, and yawning loud, to shake off the wearies of the day "-sit sit, my flower fae, Tom is a-serving you today!" he spun around her, placing a quick kiss on the back of her neck, before moving to the kettle and cakes, making the tea and place-settings with what seemed like buffoonish glee, but what was actually skillful movements masked to look silly, for the entertainment of his loving bride.

Her ever-present grin grew wider as she moved to sit in her preferred spot; her favorite chair with her bowls of lilies by her feet. She giggled and grinned in the sweet way she always did as she watched parade about the house. Tom was the jolliest soul she had ever known and it was one of the reasons she loved him so. In a world that had seen so much darkness, Tom was a very bright light, something that came from before the darkness held sway over the land. 

holbytia:

[ Don't ] leave me here a l o n e -----                        [ Don't ] go where I can't f o l l o w.
                                 [ multifandom; OC-friendly; AU-friendly                                        18+; NSFW & triggers tagged                                     character based off movies & books                                 mun is a huge dork & needs friends tbh. ]

holbytia:

[ Don't ] leave me here a l o n e -----
                        [ Don't ] go where I can't f o l l o w.

                                 [ multifandom; OC-friendly; AU-friendly
                                        18+; NSFW & triggers tagged
                                     character based off movies & books
                                 mun is a huge dork & needs friends tbh. ]

three-gods:

Thinking back to what he had learned of the various planes of existence upon his ascension to godhood, he thought he recalled something. “Would this not be the realm in which the Valar dwell?”

Her clear, blue eyes lit up in recognition and she nodded. "Ah! Yes, that would be correct. Though you’ll find their specific dwelling place in Aman across the sea. But if you look closely you might find them to be closer than that. Even Eru, the One, can be heard if you listen right."

three-gods:

"Do you happen to have a map of… Well what is this place called? The province I mean…" He was unused to the terms of the realm and subconsciously began to refer to it in terms of Tamriel, and Nirn.

"A map?" She tapped a small finger to her chin as she thought. "I have not a map on my person, but perhaps my dear Tom might. We have no use for maps; we have been in the world for so long. As for where you are, you are in the Old Forest, in Middle Earth, in Arda, in Eä.”

three-gods:

"My name is Tiber Septim as the people of Cyrodiil call me, or Talos, my proper name." He bowed to the practically glowing woman before him. "I am a stranger to this realm, but I met who I presume is your husband in the forest."

The golden haired lady grinned and made a small curtsy in return. "Welcome then, to the Old Forest, Talos. Ah, you have met my jolly Tom. He is Master and this forest is his land. I’m called Goldberry and Daughter of the River I am."

hunters-conspiracy: ✿ (Going with Talos because he's hanging out with Tom ^_^)

"Oh! Thank you, stranger, for the beautiful gift." Small hands reached up to caress the soft petals of the flower in her hair and she grinned up at this stranger. He was taller than her and yet didn’t appear to look like any elvish or mannish folk. "Who do I have to thank, tall one?"

Summer’s Warm Evenings

bxmbadil:

"How it is that old Merry Tom got lucky enough to have you for a wife, he will never know!" he beamed, and picked his wife up by her slender waist, lifting her playfully, before giving her a soft kiss and lowering her "-yes we shall! An evening kissed by summer’s breeze! Perhaps some music, or perhaps simply the company of each other, so long as I have you by my side, any evening becomes blessed!" he lifted with skill and ease the large lily-pad filled with water and floating lilies, and gestured for his wife to lead the way, ever the gentleman was Tom Bombadillo.

"And kissed by you as well, I hope!" She flashed him a rather cheeky smile before turning to dance the rest of the way home, spinning and twirling with all the grace she possessed; as if she were swimming through the air itself. Up the Withy path she went until she came to their front door where she stopped and extended a slender and graceful hand to him. "You tea and bread and sweets await, and myself as well. Let us shut out the darkness of night and fill it with light and laughter. Shall we, my love?"

Summer’s Warm Evenings

bxmbadil:

Although summer had been upon the forest of Tom Bombadil for some time, and autumn was fast approaching, the evenings still kept the balmy muggy feeling of the season clinging to existence. As usual for this time of year, Tom was gathering lilies for the winter months to come. Humming, singing, with a hop here, a jump there, the jolly man was having a grand time. “Goldberry!” he called playfully “-where are you a-hiding! Your Tom thinks it’s time for tea! Evening fast approaches, and your Tom wishes to share bread with his love!”

The sound of giggling could be heard before a fair face decorated with a sunny grin peeked out from behind a knotted tree. "Over here, merry Tom!" The slender maiden stepped from her hiding spot and practically danced bare-footed over to her doting husband where she looped her arm through his and pressed a sweet kiss to his bearded cheek. "Time for tea, says you? Well, then it’s a good thing I’ve put a kettle-full over the fire. As for bread, there shall be plenty and more; many sweets for my sweet. What say you? Shall we return home and pass the evening together?"

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