hvit-ravn: some of you asked for fili,kili and bilbo.
hvit-ravn: ‘You do swim, do you not?’ too much disney ‘atlantis’..
evankart: Monday.
evankart: Wednesday. Meanwhile, knight Cillian was looking for someone in Greenwood.
evankart: lilsoutherncuss: kaciart: evankart: Tuesday. Monk Philip met a knight in Greenwood. His name was Richard or something and he lost his way in the forest, twice. So monk decided being company of knight for a while. Eeeeeeee This is gorgeous! I love his face and the drapes and folds of fabric. Also horse I love the horse too. “Why do you walk if you have a horse?” Sir Richard asked after they had been traveling together for nearly half a day.  ”We could go much faster if you rode.” “Because the weather is fine, and my body is healthy, and the horse is good enough to carry my own burdens - I will not burden it with my body unless I need to,” the monk answered.  ”Do you have some great hurry, sir knight?” “I have a quickly dwindling supply of provisions,” Sir Richard muttered grumpily. “God will provide,” Philip said serenely. “God provided this labyrinth of a forest, too.” “And then, God provided you with me, to lead you out,” Philip smiled.  ”Perhaps you needed to meet me, sir knight.  Certainly I needed to meet you.  Sarah here is a poor conversationalist.” “You named your horse…Sarah,” Sir Richard said dubiously. “Sarah’s a fine name.  And she twitched her ears most endearingly when I tried it out on her.  Why, what is your horse named?” “…Thunder,” Sir Richard admitted. “Ah - do his hooves thunder as he gallops?” Sir Richard shifted a little, and color rose in his cheeks.  ”Er - no.  Well, yes, but that’s not why.  There was an awful storm not long after I bought him, and he was so scared of the noise he broke the door of his stall trying to escape.” Philip paused and Sir Richard could see him fighting a smile.  ”A wandering warrior with a sensitive stallion.  I suppose I will be a meandering monk and then we can form a plodding pair.  Though as I am afoot, it may as well be a trotting trio.” “What nonsense are you talking about?” “When you travel as much as I do, and so often without company, you do become a little odd.  Some folks make up songs, but I am no great singer and an even worse composer.  So I think about words, and what they mean, and sometimes dream up idle poems.  None worth remembering, I’m afraid, but it passes the time.  And you, Sir?  How do you keep awake in the saddle on long journeys?” Sir Richard frowned.  ”I don’t.” “No wonder you were lost,” Philip teased, grinning without restraint. “No, I mean - I don’t…pass the time.  I just…am.” “Then why ‘are’ you with such a grim face?  We are not hungry or cold, and you have found your way again.  Have you suffered a loss recently?  Or perhaps you are simply of a somber nature.” “This armor is damned hot, my rations are low, and I’m forced to depend on your honesty and goodwill, when I’ve no way of even knowing you are what you claim.” “Ah, perhaps I can be of some assistance there, at least,” Philip said amiably.  He handed a scroll to Sir Richard, who looked at it blankly.  ”…Unless, of course, you cannot read.” “O-of course I can read!” Sir Richard snapped.  His mouth moved as he sounded out the words under his breath.  ”Bisshopp Juuuliiiian,” he murmured aloud.  ”I’ve never heard of him.” “He is the bishop of this diocese.  As a duke rules his dukedom, so does a bishop command his bishopric.  In religious matters, of course.  I have his permit to wander the lands in pious poverty, toiling for alms when necessary.  I am also encouraged to spread learning - well, certain types of learning, but I hope to teach reading in addition to Scripture.  A man should be able to write his own name, at the very least.” “Has anyone wanted such lessons?” “I preached the Word of God in the previous town and was given bread and produce, with great energy and surprising volume,” he said earnestly. Sir Richard considered that statement for a long moment.  ”You mean…they threw food at you.” “I believe they were simply made exuberant by the Scripture,” Philip said, a little less earnestly.  ”I do wish the man with the apples had been calmer in his enjoyment of my sermon.  I caught most of the potatoes, as that vendor telegraphed his movements quite clearly, but the apple seller I think hid behind his cart, and anyway they were priced low enough that some people bought extra to gift to me from various angles.  I did eat very well that night, and have since then, though I have run out of all but potatoes now.  Still, as I said - God will provide.” It was difficult to tell how seriously the monk took his own words, but Sir Richard thought he might be on to something.  It didn’t particularly matter why people were sending food your direction, if it meant you got a meal out of it. O M T I love this, love, love. You also inspired me.
berendoes: have some more dwarf bros
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