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Rain, Rain! (and a poll)

This is no fancy original outfit, this is just an adorable Hobbit in the rain dressing up a poll.  See how I help you manage expectations? 😉

What, rain? RAIN? My hat! My feet! My dress!

And here’s the poll part.  Here’s the thing:  I want to make sure this blog is fun for both me AND readers.  Other amaaaazing bloggers (I point to my blogroll now, enthusiastically!) create original outfits with flair and style.   What I really like is a lot of variety, a lot of reporting about other people’s creativity, and some occasional fiddling in my characters’ closets.  But that’s ME.  What have you enjoyed reading here, and what might you like to see in greater abundance?  Or, alternately, shoved under a rock?

Voting in a poll solves everything! Even rain!

Thanks so much for helping me figure out how to entertain you!

(OH OH OH.  My other LOTRO (visual) obsession is house/kinhall decorating.  Would you enjoy seeing posts on that subject as well?  It’s all style!  Since polls aren’t editable, please mention in comments if that piques your interest.)

Hauberk Week: Patched and Ready

Hauberk Week comes to a close with the delightful Patched Hauberk.  Please go see Ivy’s variation (which is probably not based on Hobbit hijinks) on the same item.  I also want to thank Ivy for the great idea to collaborate on a week of outfits.  I’ve had a ball, seen some great traffic and talked to some new readers.

The Patched Hauberk is available from skirmish camp cosmetic vendors.  It’s a fuzzy, mangy sort of thing, and I love it.  The colors are very warm, burgundy and rust, so I decided to contrast that with a cool indigo.  And Hobbit hijinks.

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“Well, boys, I’m off.”  Thrumbo Brandybuck did a slow pivot in place while his mates hooted and pounded full mugs of porter on the table.  Over by the bar, Rosalee the serving-girl laughed so hard she could barely keep her her tray of soup bowls from sliding.

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A Gift from an Elf

DRONGO, a Hobbit of middling years, stocky of frame and cheerful of countenance:  “Well.  I say.  This is something, something indeed!  It’s very …well, it’s quite a hat!”

ORTHIR, a Turbine-created Elf who I shamelessly steal:  “You have been a gracious host in our passing for many years, Drongo Fairfoot.  Gifts are meant for fine friends, and so a lady of our number, one who guides those traveling seaward, sewed this robe and shaped this hat just for you.”

DRONGO, while running a finger along the uneven band of his brand new violet hat:  “Well, it’s a stunner all right, and I don’t mind saying so.  Bit grand for running around the farm, you know, but …there’s festivals and such.  Special days.  It’s right nice.”


ORTHIR, smiling kindly.  “Eluwen thought it might suit the cloak you always wear, with its violets and fine, bright details.  May I tell her that you are pleased?  If you are, of course.”

DRONGO:  “It’s a lot of hat!”

ORTHIR, sounding bemused by this point:  “And  you are a Hobbit of stature, my friend.  How many days have you wandered up to this sheltered space to see us in our passing?  How warmly have you greeted us, and how bright were your words to those who have already left these shores in their hearts?  You have been a balm, small and strong.”

DRONGO, with a bright flush on his apple cheeks:  “I wouldn’t be a Fairfoot of Woodhall if I wasn’t a hospitable sort!  My old Gammer — and she’s the one who made the cloak, you see — ”

ORTHIR, laughing now:  “You may have said, my friend.  More than once.  Will you be well, now that our passage has almost ended?  There will not be Elf-song in your trees for many months longer.”

DRONGO, frowning a bit:  “Almost gone?  All of you gone to the Sea?”

ORTHIR, setting a hand on his smaller companion’s shoulder.  “But we live on in tales and song, do we not?  And in the memories of the valiant Hobbits who saw us through their sweet, green land.”

DRONGO, with a grin that replaces the tiny frown:  “And you’ll remember that joke about the bee-keeper, won’t you?  All your long days?  Sting in the air, HA.”

ORTHIR, laughing again:  “Always.  And may your days be filled with wonder, Drongo Fairfoot, even if it is of Arda’s own devising, and not that of its elder race.”

DRONGO:  “Come again?”

ORTHIR, shaking his head in the dappled sunlight:  “It does not matter, my friend.  Only be well, and be happy, and think on us some evenings when the moon shines and birdsong fills the clearing.”

DRONGO, with a quick embrace that clearly takes the Elf by surprise:  “Sail well, Orthir!  Don’t let your food get wet!  Remember me!”

ORTHIR fades into the trees.

DRONGO, in his hat, as Orthir steps away with his fellows:  “Remember me!”

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  • Head:  Loafer’s Hat, dyed violet
  • Cloak:  Cloak of Might, dyed violet
  • Chest:  Robe of Viisaus, dyed white

A Lore-keeper of Dwarf-kind

So…when you’re done reading this, go read thisThe Starry Mantle‘s series on ancient Dwarven professions in Moria wrapped up today, and the whole thing is just fantastic.

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And as an homage to such a nifty bunch of Dwarves, have a Dwarven-scholar who has spent all his days researching his forebears, including of course their long and storied years in Khazad-dûm.  Much knowledge has been lost in the intervening centuries.  The Dwarves of the late Third Age are far removed, both in time and in lore, from those who dug too deeply in the end:

“Gimli aided Gandalf very little, except by his stout courage.  At least he was not, as were most of the others, troubled by the mere darkness in itself.  Often the wizard consulted him at points where the choice of way was doubtful; but it was always Gandalf who had the final word.  The Mines of Moria were vast and intricate beyond the  imagination of Gimli, Glóin’s son, dwarf of the mountain-race though he was.”

A discovery!

In the dim and the quiet, a Dwarf’s thoughts turn to glories long lost, and halls long buried.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.

The Fellowship of the Ring

And to the next archive he travels, perhaps someday to the fabled libraries of Khazad-dûm itself.

  • Head:  Searcher’s Hat (Craftable tailoring recipe, dyed violet)
  • Shoulders:  Nestadbellas (Vol. III quest reward, dyed rust)
  • Back:  Map-maker’s Travel Pack (Skirmish cosmetic and LOTRO Store, dyed violet)
  • Craftsman’s Robe (Available at outfitters throughout the world, dyed olive)
  • Hands:  Fingerless Gloves (Yule festival quest/deed reward, dyed umber)
  • Legs:  None (saucy!)
  • Feet:  Embroidered Shoes of the Dunland Healer (Dunland quest drop, dyed violet)

Troublesome Items II: Clanweave Robe

Oh, how happy I was to read that the Rise of Isengard cosmetics included some new and exciting separates.  I was thrilled!  And several of those pieces are fantastic.  That said…then there’s the Clanweave Robe.

Ohh, Clanweave Robe.  How wide-hipped you make my female characters look.  How disproportionate, how stubby.  What an awkward length you are!  How annoyed you make me!

I’ve seen a couple of people do neat things with it.  Freyjuska of LOTRO Fashion did a marvelous job with her Lady of Rhûn outfit.  She managed to make a stumpy, wide legpiece elegant.  And here’s my offering:

I’m a little teapot…

Hark! That lady over there gets to wear PANTS!

I went with an olive-and-violet color scheme to take advantage of the skirt’s hem detail, as well as the brown and violet hues in the chestpiece.  Violet shoes help to make the skirt seem a little longer.

So what’s YOUR solution?  Have you come up with an outfit for the Clanweave Robe (and other items of identical appearance bearing different Dunland names) that pleases you?  Share!