Light One Candle A Middle earth rp moving to new thread.

[Emily Senpai]

~Lily the Hobbit~

Lily laughed again. "You are one of the slimme hobbits yourself Bilbo. You are lucky the worst you have is a little pudge here and there." She poked his side to prove her point. She smiled brightly.

[Alfor]

Elrond was obviously reluctant to let go on Gil-Galad; he feared the older elf would disappear when the hug ended so he shook his head in response.

[Alpha*]

Mind if Daeris joins Morag's group?))

(Nope, I have no problem with more people joining the little tea + disgussion group. Welcome, welcome (Daeris (Spartan's Character))

~ Morag MourningStar ~

"Thats' great, I've always thought it odd to share a cup between one of more persons!" The man informs to no-one and everyone. His blue eyes are finnally full of merriment again; "It's decided, to have a party for both the newly-weds and the newest arrivals (with their parents of course!) everyone must bring something, no-matter how small. And their own cups - I don't believe there are any trading outposts in Mirkwood, but there IS cake, and soon other things!" he is laughing as he pulls the scones out of the fire, and dresses them as others cook with strawberry jam, and soft cream (frosting), and some with honey. His hands work, up until he gets a burn and he hisses dissattisfaction at it, surpressing a string of colorful words - because there are lady's present, and he happens to be a bit old fassioned that way.

Morag looks up when his name is said, by HER. Huldan. He had looked up when she had left, watched her (which was why he'd gotten burned!) "YOU M'lass Huldan are a life saver! Who could have sweets without a bit of pork? Not a dwarve, not an elf, and certainly not a man!" Forgetting himself a moment he catches her hand and gently squeezes it in both appreciation and affection. Her hands are rough, but softer than his - she wasn't one for coddling. Something he likes, with a blush he takes his hand away. "Oh! Master Baggins, I believe there is some - mind you not much - butter in my cart, a red container.. a bit smaller than my hand. Could you fetch it? Someone might want some... Anyone have tables? I'd hate for food to be on the ground!" but of course, his deffinition of a table has become lacking - meaning, does anyone have a nice-sized log-stump of some sort? Because food on the ground just wouldn't do.

Reed looks at the stallion with flickering ears, and then goes back to eating.

[Aragorn.]

Who; Húlden Rohinian
Where; Mirkwood
Currently; Being Awkward
Tags; Morag's Group

She blushed at the contact between her hand and Morag's. She smiled as she came up with an idea. "Morag," she said quickly, "Will you come with me?"

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

He looks up from dressing his scones and feeding the fire at her; confused. Didn't she say she was leaving?.. Didn't want to hang around him. "You didn't leave anything at the campsite, or at least, I didn't find anything that was yours." he tells her quietly, so as to not be overheard unless someone was intentionally eaves-dropping. But the soft words, usually, people don't listen too. "I have to finnish cooking, maybe later... I... am trying to follow your... wanton. Your directions about avoidance Huldan, we're friends, friends who feel awkwardly don't go off together. Alone." a shrug, though he wants nothing more than to drop what he is doing and do as she has asked. "I don't want to hurt you, or be the one to make you break a promise... so... ummm..." he begins to stutter. Unsure.

[Aragorn.]

Who; Húlden Rohinian
Where; Mirkwood
Currently; Being Awkward
Tags; Morag's Group

She signed at his stubbornness. "Well," she said, "I can leave if you do not wish for me to be here. Don't think it don't see your blushing Morag." She turned around and sat down with a huff. She had been beginning to think he may have liked her too, but what did she know. She whispered quietly so that only he would hear, "I can back because my family would want me to be happy. I came back for you." She simply shook her head and began fiddling with her sword. Her parents would want her to be happy... and maybe he could help her in her quest. She shot one last pleading glance at him, faintly holding on to the feeling she had felt when their hands touched. She wanted that feeling to last forever, but it was fading quickly.

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

His cheeks puff out as he considers the words; "I.. don't want you to leave, it was you who left. Not me." is quietly said, with one hand- though it would slow down his work - he catches the hem of her shirt, moves to her hand, and gently tugs for her to move closer. "I want you to be happy. So STAY Huldan, stay here, with me. You'll bathe your weapon in plenty of orc and goblin blood. Stay." Wouldn't it be enough to battle? And after the war, then they could decide what they do. If they both make it. "We'll have a date, and dance at the small party for the newly-weds and new arrivals. Stay, we'll see where it goes, and how. Stay with me." Because, what is there to say? She would, or she wouldn't. His heart would meld with hers, or break into a million pieces. "I am Right here, so stay. Be my right arm Húlden Rohinian, we'll have a clean slate, start over. Stay." An almost sad, but really hopeful and shy smile, plays on his lips - one which has a crack in it from getting punched in the last fight. Morag lowers that gray-blue eyes, hopefully before she sees the glitter of un-shed tears.

[Aragorn.]

Who; Húlden Rohinian
Where; Mirkwood
Currently; Being Awkward
Tags; Morag's Group

The young ranger smiled, a sad yet loving smile. "Morag, I left because I had to, or thought I had to. I truly didn't wish to hurt you in any way. I am truly sorry, and I hope you can forgive me. You... There is something about you, wether it's that contagious smile or the way you talk, but something is convincing me I should stay." she said with a dip of her head. Her Amber hair flopped down, and stayed in front of her eyes even as she tilted her head back up. Her shimmering eyes met his, and they almost smiled themselves. She squeezed Morag's hand, and moved closer to the man. Húlden could feel her family's presence, reassuring her that this was her home, where she was ment to be. There were so many things she wanted to say, wanted to tell him, but she couldn't find the words. So she just smiled, loving the warmth that seemed to be radiating of him, and the newfound warmth that was going up her arm. "I am sorry Morag." Húlden whispered. She turned to him and kissed his cheek. She couldn't help but blush as she did, but she had to reassure him she was with him.

[Alpha*]

~ Morag MourningStar ~

Morag is still kneeling by the fire, counting down in his head until the food is done. His hand never leaves hers. "Could be." is agreed to her complements, "Could be that I'm fun!" he waggles his eyebrows, almost commically. The man grins again at her; resisting the impulse to hug her. Too soon. "All is forgiven Huldan!" is laughed, because what is there to say? Nothing. She was here, and for the moment, she was his. Maybe. Hopefully. The man then has to withdraw his hand to pull the scones out of the fire. This was the last batch, and he is making them be covered in honey - unlike the other ones. "Could you slice the ham really thin, and into small pieces? We want enough for everyone!" he rather enjoys cooking, making this into an almost party atmosphere for everyone, outside the wedding. Every wedding needed a reception, no-matter how..... unconventional. And small.. and... well, with so few treats!

[Aragorn.]

(should we wait for the others?)