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After the battlefield had been cleared and the elves, men and dwarves had lain their own to rest, the corpses of the orcs and wargs were burned. But as the darkness that was nestled very deeply inside of them seeped into the ground, so spread its roots. Thranduil watched in silent horror and with lingering sadness. For this had happened before just centuries ago and he remembered. He remembered a tale long forgotten. One of hardships, of unfairness and betrayal. He remembered the story of hobbits and how they came to be. (X)
I am SO excited to post the first part of my series about the origins of hobbits. I hope everyone enjoys it and can see where I’m coming from with this!
Part one of the series: Sé Andribb Ríce
Sé andribb ríce or The Little People, as the Northmen called them. They are known now as hobbits, a tiny folk living a good, private life in the Shire. But hobbits did not come from Eriador. They had come from Rhovanion where they had dwelt in the vales of the river Anduin.
But hobbits were not always small. Once, they were human and while hobbits are carefree, almost innocent creatures it was something dark that made them into what they are. ‘Tis not a happy story, that of hobbits, but one that needs to be told nonetheless.
King Thranduil of Mirkwood – once Greenwood the Great when times were less perilous – had met many in his life. But none he had met in his long life had made as grand an impression on him as had the smallest of folks. The littlest people who he had ever met, who had suffered much yet had hearts purer than any elf could wish for.
“Hey Raph…” April mumbled sadly, breaking the silence. “Am I going to die?”
Her words, so sudden and calm, took Raph’s breath away. Part of him wanted to shake her and tell her that she couldn’t die. She could never die. She was too important to them, to him. Mikey needed someone to eat his nasty concoctions and laugh along with his terrible jokes. Master Splinter needed someone to fill the hole Miwa left behind. Donnie needed someone who understood him when he talked about all that sciency junk. Leo needed someone to kick him in the ass whenever he got too high and mighty. Raph needed her to…
He just needed her.
“That’s stupid.” Raph barked trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “Of course you’re not going to die. A little cut like that? Psh, that’s nothing. We’re going to take you back to the Lair and Donnie’s going to patch you up. Then he’s gonna hover around nagging you to stay in bed and take your medicine. It’s a fate worse than death, believe me.”
So Eleni and I decided that it’s a perfect time to do Raphril Week (her first, my second - maybe this time I’ll finish it :’D). So here it is day one - red. This time something angsty.
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