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Samwise Gamgee ([personal profile] harthad_uluithiad) wrote in [community profile] faderift2015-11-27 11:56 am

[open] concerning hobbits

WHO: Samwise Gamgee and EVERYONE HE CAN FIND
WHAT: Sam's arrived at Skyhold and is exploring! Also asking questions. All the questions.
WHEN: After arriving from the Fallow Mire
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to meet Sam in any part of Skyhold! He'll be all over.


He'd tried to stick close to who he'd already started privately thinking of as his new friends - the other Sam and the wizard Twisted Fate. He'd even glimpsed, once or twice, the Man who'd pulled him out of the Mire in the first place, and saved him from being drownded. But the road from the Fallow Mire had been long, and Sam had spent much of it on his own, tucked away in small corners of wagons or sitting astride horses alongside dwarves, being too short to walk and have a hope of keeping up.

And when they'd arrived at last, he'd found himself suddenly left completely to his own devices.

Skyhold. He rolls the word around in his mind, staring up, up at the battlements and the clouds beyond. It's a good enough name for the place, he supposes, being up in the mountains as it is. And there's something in it that appeals to him - it's not quite Elvish, not quite Rivendell or Lothlórien, but it's a bit more fanciful than Hobbiton or Bywater, he thinks. As for the place itself, he finds himself a bit overwhelmed - not only with the size (which is enormous in its own right, apart from everything in it being built proportionate to Big People), but with the ceaseless activity and the seemingly endless places to explore and get lost in.

He finds the kitchen first, hobbit-senses guiding him true, but after he's snacked his fill he finds himself wanting to explore more, and he steps carefully down the stairs into the yard. There are folk of all shapes and sizes everywhere (though nobody he recognizes), and he takes a deep breath before walking forward, not quite sure where he's going.

There are Elves here; he knows that much. If nothing else, perhaps the Elves will know more about what's happened and why he's come here. Perhaps they'll at least know Gandalf's name.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"As do we all, my short friend, as do we all." He crackles a soft laugh, not at all prepared for how this rather short dwarf (even for a dwarf he seems short, and he has no beard, he must be truly young indeed), stares at him. "I am not going to make a fuss about it. This simply means waiting for the next shipment from Orlais and that will not take much longer. In fact I think it may be overdue. They are staggered so we do not endure so horrid a fate as life without soft cheese for more than a day or so."

For his part Zevran has an apple in hand, a knife appearing with a flick of the wrist so he might start slicing wedges. "Have you tried some of the hard Fereldan cheeses? They are surprisingly flavorful considering the lack of flavor in the rest of their food."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you found it first and therefore? It is yours. I will find a wedge of the aforementioned cheddar to take to him for Lunch, I am certain there is yet a wheel of that lying about. But that is most gracious of you; i'll not take a man's meal from his hands." Having had the same done to him more than he cared to count in his youth? he was not about to do the same to anyone, let along a young dwarf.

The older ones tended to be terribly protective of their children, after all.

"I will recommend you try the rest with a drizzle of honey on...ah, here it is." A hearty, thick crusted bread that was yet warm. Zevran cut off a thick slice and offered it, along with a small pot of honey. "If you think it is good now? It is even better like this."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-08 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Honey and- though I could not find any, dried apricots." He had a knob of butter for himself but- if the little dwarf was going to share, who was he to turn him down? Zevran cut off a hunk of his own, taking a smaller dollop to spread across his slice. That, the butter, thin slices of apple? A healthy, hearty snack.

"Or currant jam- which I think some of the Orlesians may have made away with for their tea. What I would not give for a good rasher of bacon and smoked haddock, I could make a marvelous fish chowder to accompany this. Perhaps with the next shipment, yes?"
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-09 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Well the cooks are hard pressed to feed so many with the supplies on hand. When the Inquisition receives better funding and a larger kitchen I do think we'll be spoiled for choice." He nibbled on his slice of bread, cutting a few slices of his apple for the dwarf. Anyone that had an appreciation for food had his respect. "Well we are not exactly somewhere to be finding much of it in the mountains. That is why it would have to be smoked or salted. But should you and I find ourselves on some excursion to the north where the fishing is good and the spices are plentiful? I shall prepare some for you."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-10 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"From what I have seen thusfar such things are voluntary. Those that wish to go do so to help the cause, find an answer, or kill demons." He waved a hand vaguely. "No one is forced into them. Otherwise I would not be a part of this organization. Besides. Voluntary work tends to be the sort that ends better- for there are people that believe it needs doing rather than those forced into action through no true will of their own."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-15 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Well...you are small and quite deft, are you not? Perhaps if we need someone to sneak and see what there is that needs seeing without being noticed? The scouts have a great need of such people. Were you older I would recommend that. As it is? Remaining here where it is safe is likely your best bet." The young do not belong out in the wilds, after all. And Sam strikes him as terribly young.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-17 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, yes." He is but a young, little dwarf is he not? Of course then he states his age and that does not fit. "...I have never seen a dwarf in his twenties that did not have a beard save Varric, and he makes up for it in other ways."

Mmmm...chest hair.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-23 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"...You are thirty eight." But he has a baby face. He seems so young, so naive- perhaps he came from a world without quite so much war? Zevran leans forward a bit to peer at the feet before jerking back. They were too large for so short a frame- they were bare, and they were hairy. "Hobbit. What is a hobbit?"
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"...But you look so- and you are so-" Naivete on this level is utterly foreign to Zevran. No wonder he found him quite so young- there is no one of that age in all of Thedas that still seemed quite so earnest. Not a one. Not even Alistair. "Fine. You are a hobbit and you are not too young for scouting. I apologize."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-30 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
"It is poor weather for scouting. Too cold, too wet, snow drifts taller than even myself hidden amongst the trees. I would not recommend it." He honestly doesn't know how Harding hasn't lost herself or some of her scouts in all this horrible snow. "I would suggest that should you ever wish to scout, you be paired with someone taller."
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-31 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm? Ah, no. I am an assassin- but I work with the scouts when they have need of me." As easy as saying he is a baker, he is an elf, he is a lover. It is simply his occupation, the edge to which he has been honed all his life. The difference between before and now is simply who gets to hold the hilt- before? It was the Crows. Now? It is his own hand that guides his blade.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-31 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, no." He frowns a little at the exclamation. "Is anyone going to pay me to? I think not. Even then you are not the sort of mark I would take; you've done nothing to deserve dying."

The fact that he has that standard at all is something of a miracle; or at least something that speaks well of the company he kept during the Fifth Blight.
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[personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-31 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You are no corrupt prince, politician, nor an assassin yourself." For the first time Zevran's smirk drops and he looks to Sam seriously, his eyes not quite cold- but hard. Somber. "You have the air of one determined about you, true, but you are no killer. You do not delight in the torment of others. If anything I should think you have not taken a life before- or if you have it haunts you greatly. A killer knows a killer when they see one. You are not."

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