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Thread: Revenge of the Maid (with Bound to Pleasure)

Well it is me Max. You know,you should really be careful who you pick on because you never know who they will grow up to be. It took months to get where I was comfortable in my own skin. I lost the weight I put on when my bother died,oh wait you didn't know thats why I was chubby...did you? Either way I found a good friend and tried to move on with my life,but I have always had that nagging feeling that I needed revenge. Now I shall have it. Vi said with a smile. She smirked and posed for Max,showing off her luscious,curvy body so he could see who he had picked on. She traced her fingers over Max's exposed body with a smirk. Now the satisfaction would be all hers.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

The sight of the oddly shaped, fur lined hat bobbing through the busy streets of Erun Luid was a common and happy sight for the inhabitants of the city. For it meant that Bofur the dwarf had come to sell his wares once more. Hefting the heavy wicker basket higher onto his broad sholders, Bofur wistled merrily as he went to his normal spot on the stone steps of the city's fountain. He had made a place for himself there, for it was wide and open and inviting for the children of the city to come and sit around him and play with the wares he brought to sell when he wasnt working in the mines. Setting the basket down on the smooth granite step he popped open the lid, his merry wistle growing into a humm and that into a happy song as he pulled out metal clockwork soldjers and birds, wooden carved and painted horses, ponies, bears, rabbits and all manner of animals including a couple dragons from his pack. Stone figurines and small play sets inlayed with metal followed those and all made it onto the steps of the fountain. Settling back with his flute, Bofur resettled his hat over his hair and flicked one of the curling braids over his sholder. Lifting the flute to his lips he began to play a flute version of the pipers song he had been singing to the children, inviting them to come and see what he had to offer that day.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Linnea North-Took came with her family every year to Erun Luid from the Shire, bringing with them a cart full of goods to sell. Mostly fruits and vegetables as the soil of the Shire was rich and fertile, perfect for tilling and farming. But so close to the Blue Mountains, the soil was rocky and hard, and not so suited for growing good things to eat. Which meant there was a market for fresh produce, and her family, being of the more adventurous sort of Hobbit, were happy to fill that niche. They'd only just arrived, and Linnea was trying to help her parents get their stall set up, while also trying to keep an eye on her youngest brother, Brenhin, who was only eight, and very energetic it. Being the eldest sibling, her parents looked to her much of the time to take some share of the duties and responsibilities of their family. So while her brother, Callum, and father hitched their ponies and began carrying crates from the cart to the stall, Linnea and her mother and her younger sister, Flossie, went about trying to get things set up. Linnea was like most hobbits, short and sturdy, and barefoot. She was a beauty though, with blonde curls tumbling down her waist, though currently it was all being barely held back in a braid, stray curls falling into her face on occasion, and large eyes the color of a Robin's egg, with a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She looked a great deal like her father's mother, everyone told her. It was in the middle of getting things set up when her mother lifted her head to look around, and let out a frustrated noise, pointing over Linnea's shoulder. Linny! Your brother! She said and Linnea looked to see Benhin trotting off down the street, before disappearing into the crowd. Linnea held back a deep sigh and nodded, I'll get him! She said before she hurried off, her hands grabbing her green skirts and lifting them a bit so she could move more quickly, slipping between people and Dwarves as she went and eventually ending up in the town square, where a fountain was bubbling, and some one was playing a flute. She paused, looking around, and spotted her brother's curly blonde head as he slipped through two women going towards the fountain. Linnea went after him, a scowl on her pretty face, and caught up with Brenhin as he reached a small ring children that had gathered about a Dwarf with toys laid out around him. Bren! Linnea whispered, grabbing his hand tightly. The boy let out a wail and tried to pull free, No I want to see!
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Bofur looked up over the crowd of children that had gathered around him and caught sight of the young hobbit lad and his older sister. Obviously the little one was not supposed to have gone jaunting off, but Bofur was glad to see one of the little people admist the swarm of human and dwarfling children. Giving an energetic little twiddle on his flute to catch thier attention Bofur winked at the hobbit lad, for sitting on his knee was the carved wood knight and rider that had so caught the lads gaze before his sister had arrived. Finnishing the song Bofur tucked the flute into his belt and made his way to the pair holding the desired toy, he knew that non of the children would cause any mischief while he was in sight. Greeting to ye laddie, I seem to have found no one that would like to play with this here handsome knight, would ye do me the favor of doing so? A gentle smile lit up his warm chocolate brown eyes as he looked down at the stunned face of the fauntiling who's own gaze was transfixed on the toy being held out in the dwarfs grasp, and Bofur watched as the lad looked up at his sister with an imploring look. Adding his own look to the mix Bofur locked his own brown orbs with her blue ones, his voice quiet and no less gentle when he addressed her. What would be the harm of lettin the lad play for abit? He obviously likes the toy very much and i dont mind one more child to watch over while they play.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Brenhin and Linnea both looked up as the Dwarf approached them and offered the little boy a toy to play with, and the older sister was trying hard not to look down at him. The Dwarf wasn't helping either, and she let out a sigh, glancing down at her brother, who had fixed his face in an irresistibly cute way, his green eyes large and his lower lip sticking out a bit. Linnea rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, Oh fine ! She said and Brenhin let out a gleeful squeal as he reached for the knight and rider, but stopped when his sister jerked on his arm. He looked up to see her giving him a pointed, hard look and he blinked a bit before a look of realization hit his face. He looked up at a the Dwarf and said, in a sweet tone, Thank you! before taking the toy happily and joining the other children to play. Linnea sighed and looked at the Dwarf, That was very unfair. He gets away with everything. Her tone was good natured though, and she glanced back over her shoulder, I... should get back to our booth. She said, looking at Brenhin, who was absorbed in a game of knights and dragons with some of the other children. If he gets to be a handful, we're right down there, She told him, pointing down the street she'd come from. I'm Linnea, by the way, she told him, taking a step back before she turned and hurried off.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Bofur watched as Linnea fled the scene, a thoughtful look on his face. Shrugging lightly and trying to ignore the twinge in his chest at the sight of her leaving, the toymaker went back to the gaggle of children and brought his flute to his lips once again. It was nearing the end of the day and the fauntling boy was still with him, the last of the children to be playing with the toys that Bofur had not sold that day. He was loath to pack up and leave the lad with nothing to do, so Bofur decided to escort him back to his family. Bren me bucko, ive got to get going, why dont we pack up the toys and ill get ye back to your family eh? Winking good naturedly at the lad at his crestfallen face at the thought of giving up the mounted knight, Bofur hurried to reassure him, as he piled the few remaining toys into the wicker basket. baring your knight of course. lets go laddie Starting off down the street, a happy tune still pulling itself out of his heart, Bofur walked down the cobbled road with the basket on his back and a tired fauntling trailing beside him. When he glanced back and saw the lad's drooping eyes and enormous yawns, he stopped and scooped Brenhin into his arm and let the boy lean against him. Bofur was sure that the booth couldnt be far now, and rounding the corner he caught sight of the family of hobbits that he was sure the lad belonged to.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Linnea and her family had busy all day. They were known well enough that once her father set up and word got out, more and more people came to buy the delicious produce and cured meats they had to sell. The best in all the Shire! Her father boasted. Her mother was quite the weaver as well, and would often have rugs and the like to sell alongside their fruits and vegetables. Her sister showed the same talent, and the elder of the brothers showed the same keen understanding of the earth as his father. And then there was Linnea. What was she good at? She didn't really know. She'd never had the patience for weaving, and she was good enough with plants but that was not a woman's job. Her main skill, it seemed, was doing what her parents told her to do. Linnea was good at telling her siblings what to do, that was about it. And getting into trouble, she had a fondness for that. For every time she obeyed her parents, she seemed to go and do something she wasn't supposed to. By the end of the day, everyone was ready to head back to the inn for the night, and Linnea was readying to return for Brenhin. Her mother had been very dubious about leaving her youngest child with a stranger, she was far more mistrustful of non Hobbit folk than her husband, but she'd let it be. Linnea had a small basket of fruits and vegetables on her hip and some coins in her hand, but when she turned to leave, she saw the Dwarf approaching them, Brenhin struggling not to fall asleep in his arms Linnea couldn't help the small smile on her face, her brother could be a brat, but she loved him, and it was endearing how the Dwarf was so kind to him. Master Dwarf, she hailed him. Her mother, who had the same color eyes as her daughter but with hair a dark russet color, came around the stall, laughing softly. He's right tuckered out, she cooed, taking the boy from the Dwarf, Thank you so much for looking after him. Brennin woke up enough to show his mother the toy clutched in his hand, Mumma, look. I see Bren, it's a very fine toy, She said, bouncing him gently, Do you make them yourself? Then shook her head a little, Forgive me, my manners. I'm Fiona. And you've already met my daughter Linnea. She looked at her eldest daughter, Linnea, She said, then nodded her head towards the Dwarf. Linnea stepped forward, offering the small basket of fruit and vegetables, That's a thank you keeping an eye on Bren, She said, And don't try to refuse, my mother will insist, and she's very good at that. She laughed a little, her mother rolling her eyes, and then handed him the coins, And that's for the toy.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Bofur handed the boy off with a soft smile and a short bow, he set the wicker basket down and took off his hat so that he could give a proper bow to the hobbit ladies. Never would his parents be able to claim that thier son lost his manners when around the lassies of high breeding or not. Bofur at yer service. And he was no trouble at all. Its nice to see a fauntling once in awhile. A cheery grin lit his face at the questions, Bofur had always been a happy sort, and he was always looking to make friends. ah now lassie ill not be needing the money, id be much happier just to see the lad enjoy my work than the coin. My brother will be delighted at the vegtibles though, he rarely gets to cook them. Thank ye. He took the basket from her, replacing his hat and hoisting the basket once more to his sholders. Id best be getting off, it was lovlie to meet you all, perhaps ill see you and your brother at the fountain again sometime when i come to peddle eh? Winking at Linnea he saluted them and turned, jaunting his way down the street wistling his merry tune once more.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Hobbits didn't have lords or nobles, but they did have families in higher standing that others, and North-Tooks were a proud bunch. Descendants of Bandobras Took, they were proud of their lineage, and what they felt was a far more worldly outlook on life than most of their kin. Many Hobbits never left the Shire at all. Her mother said all too often that Linnea took after her father's side far too much for her own good. She'd always had a romantic heart, with a love for tales of adventure and battles. If any of her family had had any skill with a sword she would have begged to learn, as it were though, they didn't. She did, however, have a fair skill with a bow, and often went hunting, against her mother's wishes. Linnea withdrew her hand when he refused the coin, but was pleased that he accepted their small basket of fruit and vegetables. She nodded as he told them good bye, I'm sure he'll be clammering to go every time we come here now. And then he was off. Linnea lingered for a moment, watching him leave, before she heard her mother speak. Very friendly for a Dwarf, they're usually so gruff, She said as she walked away with Brenhin asleep in her arms. Linnea just nodded slightly and went about helping her family pack things back up, her mind wandering back to Bofur on occasion.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Two weeks passed before Bofur returned to the fountain, carrying his once more now heavy laden wicker basket full of toys. Settling on the steps he set the toys out, a cheery smile on his face, but it didnt quite reach his eyes. They were tired, and sad, but he hid it well. the thing harder to hide was the healing cut on his cheek and the split lip, but he wasnt going to let that get his spirits down enough to affect the children. Looking about during the first few hours of his day, Bofur found himself constantly looking for a sign of the hobbits. He couldnt get Linnea's robin blue eyes, her gentle smile, her freckles or the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy out of his mind. He feared he was going to go insane if she didnt come to see him again. Pulling out his flute Bofur piped away, hoping that the sound would carry far enough to pull the attention of his favorite customers and hopefully bring them back to his humble little spot.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Her family returned, as they would often until the end of the harvest season, selling most of their extra produce while making sure to keep enough to carry them through the winter. As soon as they'd left, Brenhin had started talking about Bofur and his toys. So it was no surprise to Linnea when he grabbed her hand and started trying to pull her down the street. She pulled him back, squatting down in front of him, Brenhin, we'll go and see Bofur in just a minute, let me finish helping Mom and Da first though alright? She asked and the boy nodded with a soft pout. He stood quietly, waiting as patiently as his small body could handle, before she told their parents where they were going. Brenhin grabbed her hand and pulled her off, and before long she could hear the Dwarf playing his flute. Linnea smiled to herself, finding the tune pleasing, and went along with her brother towards the fountain. Bofur! Brenhin shouted as soon as he was in sight, tugging at Linnea's hand until she felt like he was going to pull her arm off. Brenhin stop pulling so much! She sigh, letting go of him, Go on then! He ran the last bit of distance, blonde curls bouncing on his head. Linnea just shook her head, walking along after him, smiling at Bofur as she came. It was good to see him again, surprisingly, since their meeting had been so brief before.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Looking up at the jubilant cry of his name, Bofur grinned cheekily at Bren as he came running up, pulling his flute away so he could talk to the lad. well hello laddie. what a welcome surprise to see ya here. Ive got something for you today, a little companion for that knight of yours. Reaching into the wicker basket, Bofur pulled a delicatley carved princess from the bag, her wooden features closley resembling a certain hobbit lass that was watching from outside the ring of children, little pointed ears and bare feet compleated the image of the toy. Leaning close to the lad ina conspiratel way, Bofur 'wispered' the secret to the fuantling. this is nor ordinary princess, shes a hobbit princess. figured youd like that Chuckling when Bren raced off to go and show his sister, Bofur stood and made his way over to the pair, taking off his hat and giving a deep bow acompanied by a mischevious smile at Linnea. And good morning to you Lass.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Brenhin grinned up at Bofur, and practically started jumping up and down when he was told there was something to go with his knight, grinning from ear to ear. He was surprisingly careful though when he took the little toy princess from the Dwarf, his eyes, which were more the honey-brown color of his father's, staring at her. He laughed though when Bofur whispered to him that it was a Hobbit princess, and bounced back to his sister, holding the toy up as high as he could for her to see. Look Linnie! He laughed, A Hobbit princess! Linnea took her wrist gently to get him to hold still long enough for her to get a proper look, though she looked at Bofur first, offering him a warm smile, Good morning Bofur. And then looked at the toy. She blinked though when she got a good look at it, the similarities between the toy and herself not escaping her notice. Linnea tried to dismiss it though, she didn't look so dissimilar from many Hobbits. Yes, it is isn't it? She smiled. And she looks like you! Brenhin added excitedly, I'll call her Princess Linnie! Linnea blinked a little again, and the skin around her freckles colored a little, glancing at Bofur before looking back to Brenhin, ruffling her brother's curls, A mighty fine name. She pulled the knight and horse out of the pack she had on her hip and handed it to an excited Brenhin, Go play then. And he was off to join the other children, a toy in each hand.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Bofur chuckled softly as the lad scurried off to play, then turning back to Linnea he plopped his hat back onto his head, offering her a smile as well. and how are you this fine morning miss Linnea? Doing well i hope Bofur had his hands in his pockets, fiddling with a peice of wood that he had started carving that morning. He wasnt usually nervous around lassies, but the gentle beauty of the hobbit lass in front of him was throwing him off abit of his usual game. He soothingly ran his fingers over the not yet smooth edges of the wood, planning the next cut and stroke that would help the wood to take its form. He was also toying with the idea of inviting her to join him on the steps, but he wasnt sure she would take kindly to that idea.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Linnea nodded a little at his question, Doing fine. She answered, then noticed the healing cut on his cheek and his split lip. Her brows went up in concern and her hand reached out, taking his chin gently to turn it a little, peering at his cheek, But what happened to you? She asked, her hand falling away. Having grown up with so many younger siblings, Linnea had a developed sense of protective concern. She didn't know Bofur very well, but he was kind to her brother, and to her as well, she supposed. And now this doll, why had it looked so much like her? Was it just because she was Brenhin's sister? That he had remembered her and her family as well as that was curious to her. Surely he met people all the time, maybe not Hobbits, but there was nothing overly fascinating or interesting about them. Or so she was told.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Bofur blushed heavily when Linnea took ahold of his chin, inspecting the damage to his face. A thin smile worked its way up onto his face, not like the ones he usually had, this one was sad and abit resigned. Oh nothing much, my cousin just has some mental issues from a head wound and i care for him. he gets night terrors and sometimes he accidentaly gets me when im not fast enough to dodge is all. Shrugging Bofur alowed the normal happy grin to take over his face, wiping away the bad memories like a duster to cobwebs. Im glad your doing well. my brother bombur wanted me to thank you for the vegtables, and he sends a thank you gift along as well. Motioning to the basket that she had sent with the produce that was now full again, Bofur chuckled. I think hes just happy to have someone else eating his cooking
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Linnea frowned a little when he explained what had happened, she didn't really know what to say to that, so she just said, I see, and bit her lip a little. She saw his smile though, it was thin and sad, before it was replaced by the happier one he seemed to wear most of the time. He didn't seem to want to dwell on it though, so she didn't either. She smiled though when he spoke of his brother being grateful for the fruit and vegetables, looking at the basket as he motioned towards it. Oh? She said And what did he cook?, moving to sit on the steps of the fountain where he seemed to sit most of the time, glancing at her brother to make sure he was staying out of trouble while he played with the other children. She should be getting back to her family's stall, but she wasn't ready to leave just yet.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Oh this and that, mainly sweets. Though theres a few vegtable stew pasties in there. Bofur sat down on the step next to Linnea, pulling out the block of wood and his knife from his pocket and began to chip and carve away at the oddly shaped lump, helping the wood form into the peice he was creating. As they spoke the wood began to become what he was intending, which was a lid for a small box. on the top of the lid was a small flying bluebird in an open sky. Bofur had recently finnished the bottom of the box, that held a woodland scene of trees and flowers, with all manner of animals hidden in the carving. soon he could polish the peices and inlay the jewels he was thinking of, and paint it. Then it would be done...he just wasnt sure if he could give it to her.
Thread: Toymakers Love (AtroxaxTrisscar)

Oh, well Bren will be happy about the sweets, She smiled as he sat next to her. She looked at the piece of wood he pulled from his pocket, watching curiously as he seemed to carve without even really needing to try. Linnea glanced back up at him though, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her slightly pointed ear, So are you a miner then? When you're not making toys that is. It seemed that most of the Dwarves were miners, but she didn't know if there were other professions. Linnea glanced occasionally down at Bofur's hands as he carved the piece of wood, a little fascinated in all honesty as it began to take shape. She had no such skill as that, and had never seen anyone at work doing such a thing. It was as if the shapes had always been there and Bofur was simply uncovering them. She had no idea that the piece he was working on was the lid to a box that he was making for her.