#Streamside trees

[viaolivia]

The sky an endless source of inspiration.

[inspirehorizon]

Shimmering Reflections Along the Rocky Banks

[jbsummerexchange]

Jamie and Brienne fandom, it’s back! The JB Fic Exchange is slathering on the sunscreen and airing out those bikinis! This time wrangled by Ambitious and winterstale24, our theme is Summer Loving/Loving Summer. Because it’s the season of sun-dappled mornings and lazy afternoons, guidelines are relaxed as a glass of lemonade on the deck of your favorite beach cottage.

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Send three prompts for your giftee. To keep things as seasonal as a ladybug skittering up a daisy, one prompt should focus on a location or environment that speaks summer to you. Could it be the bluer-than-blue waters of Tarth? A windswept vista overlooking the battlements at Casterly Rock and the Summer Sea beyond? A sunny hillside dotted with loads of wildflowers and sleepy-limbed trees? Could it be a mossy streamside near Winterfell during the warmest afternoon the North has seen in years? Just plonk our dear, darling dumbasses in a setting as specific or general as you like and see where your gifter takes the words!

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[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Lesser Goldfinch

Photo: Mick Thompson

"Very common in parts of the West, this tiny finch is easy to overlook until one learns its chiming and twittering callnotes. Small flocks of Lesser Goldfinches are often found feeding in weedy fields or in streamside trees. Two color patterns occur in the United States, and males in some areas may be either green-backed or black-backed. The complicated song of the male usually includes short imitations of the voices of other birds."

- Audubon Field Guide

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

COLLISION

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 4 - 3.9K WC

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (you are here!)

Chapter 5 NSFW 18+

Chapter 6 NSFW 18+

Chapter 7 NSFW 18+

Warnings: mention of SA (not detailed), drug use (elixir), slightly steamy (not NSFW)

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A sunbeam perfectly aimed for your face is what woke you. The warmth making you smile before you lazily got up from your bedroll, wincing a bit. You saw everyone seemingly at the bonfire looking like they were ready to head out. Everyone apart from a certain vampire. You jogged over to the campfire from your tent. 

“Y/N! Thank the gods you’re awake. We were all going to head out and visit a merchant, care to join us?” Karlach beamed. 

You went to answer but you winced, hard. Enough for Karlach and the others to notice. You lifted up your shirt to reveal the wound the nurse left on your lower stomach. 

“That’s infected, no wonder you’re in pain.” Gale said, moving to retrieve a salve from his backpack. “Here,” he said, rubbing it into your skin before conjuring gauze to cover it. It felt cool and soothed the hateful heat emitting from the wound. “That’ll take a few hours to clear the infection out and fully heal the wound. You’ll need to stay here and rest for the day. Astarion will stay with you; help keep the camp safe and keep you company.”

“Sure it's a good idea keeping those two together?” Shadowheart asked, alluding to the punching incident. 

“We’ll be fine.” you reassured her, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. 

“Well we best be off. Want anything from the merchant?” Karlach asked.

“I’d love a book or two if you could find any for cheap.” you asked shyly, “I’ll pay you back when I can.”

Karlach shook her head, “No need, books it is! Rest easy soldier!” she said starting to leave camp.

Gale clapped your shoulder before leaving, “Books, eh? A cleric after my own heart.” he smiled.

And just like that, camp was quiet aside from the occasional bird. You elected to change into a different pair of small clothes. A simple black, flowy long sleeve. Much too large for you but that's what made it so comfy. Slipping on a new pair of under shorts you hauled your dirty clothes and armor to the streamside. You trudged back up the hill to grab your phone. So far it hasn’t needed to be enchanted again, it has yet to fall below 100%. You peered into Astarion’s tent as you walked past it, he was still asleep (meditating?), best to leave him alone. 

Returning to the stream with your phone you started to play music. The soft beats of Cooks by Still Woozy bumped along as you softly sang to it, cleaning your clothes and armor. 

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Astarion watched you walk up and down the hill to the stream twice, acting asleep when you peered into his tent. He snuck down the hill, grabbing two bright red apples before standing a few feet behind you. The music you listened to was strange, nothing like he had heard before. Your world must have been strange. He made his way to you, shifting the rocks as he walked so he wouldn’t startle you. You looked up at him, a smile graced your face that would put the sun to shame. His rare doe eyes made an appearance along with a genuine smirk. Nothing seductive or tricky about it, just unhideable glee. He felt so wrong and yet so right being this happy with another person. Most of all he felt confused, unsure of how to proceed with all these new feelings that accompanied freedom. He pushed the anxiety to the back of his mind, silently holding out one of the apples to you. You gently put your armor down, wiping your wet hands on your shirt quickly before taking the fruit. 

“Thank you.” you smiled at him before motioning for him to sit with you as you took a bite. Astarion sat with his back against the tree you had hung your clothes on to dry. His feet next to your legs as you sat criss cross fully facing him. He ate a few bites of his apple before looking into your eyes.

“What?” he asked, he had felt you staring at him.

“Sorry! I just… I didn’t know vampires could eat real food.” you tried to say casually, finding your apple to be most interesting in the moment as you stared at it in your lap.

He chuckled, “We need blood to survive but we can still imbibe in the pleasures of mortals.”

You nodded, giving a short chuckle of embarrassment. 

Astarion bent his head a little to catch your eyes which you quickly averted. He sighed, “Any other vampiric queries? You must be dying to know…” he smirked his usual taunting smirk at you. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable…” you eyed him.

His heart grew two sizes. You cared about his feelings? You weren't going to make him talk if he didn’t want to? You surprised him everyday, and today was no exception. He nodded at you.

“Can you eat garlic?” you asked.

He laughed and looked at you confused, “Are vampires from your world so weak they can be taken out by a vegetable?” 

“Apparently.” you laughed, “How come you can be in the sun?”

“That’s a new development thanks to our little worms. Usually I’d be a pile of ash.” he grimaced at the end. 

You nodded curtly, “Wooden stake to the heart, is that lethal for vampires here?”

“Who wouldn’t that kill?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Good point.” you said finishing your apple before throwing the core into the stream, Astarion doing the same shortly after. “How old are you?”

“230.” he said softly, the air changing into something sour. 

You looked at him empathetically, scooching closer so you could sit next to him. Hesitantly you softly grabbed his hand, giving him every opportunity to pull away. He watched you trace his knuckles, veins, tendons, etc. You spoke softly as you interlaced your fingers, “People often speak in riddles when trying to comfort others… but the pain you’ve endured. All I can say is I’m so sorry Astarion. So very sorry.” You gently kissed the back of his hand before continuing to trace his veins.

He nodded and looked down to hide the stray tear that threatened to spill. He squeezed your hand before letting it go. “Would you like to do something fun?” he asked suddenly.

You pulled your hand back, missing his touch already all the while suppressing any urges to crave intimacy with him. “Absolutely! It seems we have the camp to ourselves today, no better time to do something fun.” you smiled at him standing up. You moved your armor to a large rock so everything could start drying. Astarion walked to his tent and you followed. He turned to you after digging in his supply pack for a moment. He held a rectangular bottle with a dazzling gold liquid swirling about inside. 

“Elixir of Folly.” he said, handing it to you. You inspected the bottle before popping the lid open. A few random sparkles fizzled out before you brought the bottle to your nose, it smelled like vanilla and death. You quickly pulled it back from your face. Astarion laughed at your reaction. He gently took the open bottle from you.

“Don’t worry, a little death is what makes this so fun. You’ll be fine I promise.” he said before drinking half the bottle. He handed the rest to you, waiting to see if you trusted him enough to try it. You took the bottle, “Cheers?” you said quizzically before gulping down the drink. You didn’t feel any different.

“So… what does it do? Make you happy or something?” you asked, sitting on his bedroll. He sat next to you knocking your shoulder with his playfully. 

“Euphoric is a better term. Let's just say this potion is for… recreational use.” He could feel a gentle warmth engulf him. His brain felt fuzzy and everything seemed full of wonder. A gentle smile laid on his face as his eyes glossed over.

You felt the same sensations, “I’m sorry but did we just do drugs? Magical drugs?” you said with a slight panic to your voice. 

“Darling, with all due respect, shut up and enjoy just this once. Please?” he sighed.

You put your hands up in surrender, “Alright, I trust you.” 

His eyes widened a bit, the soft glow around you surely proved you were an angel. A stupid idea really, to trust him. And yet, all he could feel was pride and joy at the fact that you trusted him and wanted to protect him. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he trusted you too. Is this what it feels like to be cared for? You let out a long sigh, pulling him from his thoughts. He watched you shift so your whole body was laying in the pleasant sunlight. You stretched, reminding him of a cat on a sunny day. Your hand flew up, eyes still closed. He looked at your hand before taking it. You yanked him down so he was laying next to you in the sun. He quickly relaxed, stretching and making himself comfortable in the sun. He watched you, memorizing your face while it was blissed out. 

“Ya know,” you began softly, keeping your eyes shut “I never do this in my world. I feel like I belong to the dark there. It's… lonely and… miserable if I’m honest. I like being here with you. With all of you. I don’t even know if I want to go back.” you hummed, a little smile never leaving your face. 

What Astarion neglected to tell you was that Elixir of Folly was known for loosening tongues and dropping guards as well as its euphoric side effects. He really had no ill intentions, he really did just want to have fun with you. But he couldn’t help but hope for exactly what was happening, you dropping your guard enough for him to probe. 

“You don’t want to go home?” he asked, gently brushing a piece of hair out of your closed eyes. 

Your eyes fluttered open, you turned on your side so you were facing him. You softly took his hand that brushed your hair away, holding it to your cheek and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles repeatedly. “If I’m honest… it never felt like home. I was stuck doing the same mundane thing over and over again every day… it made life… melancholic.” you sighed, looking down sadly. It's true, life wasn’t easier before all this happened to you. Drowning in bills, fighting depression, being alone. Maybe that's why you thought so little of going home. You don’t really want to go back, but you should… shouldn’t you? The longer you stayed in Baldur’s Gate the less you missed your old life, the less you remembered it. 

Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. “Really? No lovers are going to miss you terribly?” he asked.

You let out a huff that was almost a chuckle, “I haven’t had a lover in quite some time.” you replied.

“Oh? And why’s that?” he said quietly shifting ever so slightly closer to you.

“I was tired of being used. I’d rather have nothing than be used like a collection of parts for somebody else.” you paused for a moment before flicking your eyes to his momentarily, “I’d live 1000 lifetimes alone if it meant I got to have one love. One true love. But… I don’t know if I was made to be loved. I think I was made to love others. To look after everyone else and make sure they feel okay. Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood I suppose.” you sighed. 

“I understand,” he whispered. Trying to change the mood he quickly asked, “What’s your favorite color?”

You giggled at his ungraceful change of topic but let it slide, “Black.” you replied.

“Favorite book?”

“A Portrait of Dorian Grey.” you said quickly. “Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.” you quoted aloud.

Astarion smiled, he liked that you enjoyed reading. Even more impressive that you could recall quotes from the book so easily. He felt the quote sink into his mind, thinking how something tragic must be behind you just as there is for him. 

“A secret?” he asked hesitantly, looking at you.

“I like you a lot. Even when you didn’t like me. It made me so sad you didn’t like me. It made me even sadder when you wanted to have sex because I know you don’t want to.” you rattled off, sounding progressively more sleepy and unfocused. 

Astarion’s chest gave a squeeze, “How did you know I didn’t want to?”

“I know what it’s like to have someone do things to your body that you don’t want. I also know what it’s like to feel like you owe someone your body. Both are wretched feelings. I could see them in your eyes. I’d never want to hurt you, especially like that.” you mumbled, unconsciously snuggling yourself into his chest as you drifted off to sleep. 

Astarion let this tear slip down his face. He listened to your even heartbeat, he watched the hypnotic rise and fall of your chest. He held you while you slept until he too started to feel drowsy.

“I’m going to fall for you and it will kill me 1000 times over when you inevitably leave.” he whispered to nobody in particular, slipping into a dreamless sleep. 

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Karlach and everyone else went back to their tents as soon as they all came back. Everyone was exhausted from having to walk two towns over since the usual merchant wasn’t in town today. She walked past Astarion’s tent with little care until she noticed four feet just barely peeking outside of the tent flap. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the tent flap slightly. Her fiery heart jolted with happiness. The two of you lost in slumber and each other's arms. Karlach silently took your phone from next to you, she took a picture of the two of you. She had come to love your phone, especially after she learned how to take selfies. Gently plopping the phone back down next to you, she backed away from the tent. 

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You awoke to the ghosting of a hand rubbing soft circles on your exposed hip and lower back. Fluttering your eyes open, you were met with Astarion’s ruby eyes. You jolted back a little, the feeling of the elixir completely gone. You tried to scoot away but he held you in place. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll go…” you said, again trying to leave. You couldn’t believe you fell asleep on the one person who didn’t need the pressure or even the innuendo of intimacy. 

“Stay?” Astarion asked hopefully, readjusting his grip on your hip so he could pull you back to him. 

“Astarion stop, you don’t have to..” you looked at him with a fragile gaze. 

“But what if I want to?” he said against your lips as he finally pulled you flush to him, in the softest tone you’d ever heard him utter. His eyes looked between your lips and eyes repeatedly, asking an unspoken question. 

You wish you could. Gods you do. But you couldn’t tell if this was real, or if he had ulterior motives. Your eyes grew sad as you placed your hand on his chest, putting space between the two of you. 

“We shouldn’t.” you said painfully. 

Astarion felt a pang in his chest, not the good kind. Did you not feel the air grow thick and sweet whenever you two were alone? He shifted his gaze downwards feeling hurt but determined not to show it.

He cleared his throat before swiftly pulling away and getting up, “We should join the others, I can smell whatever they’re roasting out there.” He helped you up with one arm. 

Truth be told, your heart hurt just as much as his unbeating one. You wanted so badly to touch him, to feel him, to know him in every way. The last few weeks you have been together have brought you so much closer and every day you fell more and more for the pale elf. You’d never say it was love stirring inside you. Not out loud at least. 

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The group quickly took to drinking when a new companion came to camp that night. Halsin had finally returned. You introduced yourself and found yourself drinking with the friendly druid like you were old friends. You had quite the green thumb back home, plants covered your home wall to wall. You two talked about nature endlessly and before you knew it, you felt drunk. Karlach had started to play music on your phone a while ago, everyone had come to like having the music going during supper. Astarion sat on the adjacent log at the campfire, unusually quiet beside Karlach. He watched you light up for the druid. Has he misread everything between you two over the past few weeks? 

A particularly lively song came on, Allegro by Antonio Vivaldi. Halsin stood, extending his hand to you. You looked at him, your cheeks warming “I… I’m sorry… I don’t exactly know how to dance to this type of music.” 

“Where better to learn than among friends?” he declared pulling you up and to the side of the campfire. 

Halsin was patient. He taught you the most simple waltz, or what you could call a waltz in your state. You giggled and smiled, it was infectious. Everyone seemed to enjoy the sight. Everyone except Astarion who huffed and walked back to his tent after the third song had passed. He couldn’t bear to watch you grow close to another. The way Halsin put his hands on you so gently. Could he ever do such a thing? To watch someone else end up with someone he wanted so desperately. So purely. It left an awful taste in his mouth and a wrenching in his heart.

You spun around and finished your dance. Out of breath you thanked Halsin for the lovely dances before excusing yourself and trotting after Astarion.

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You knocked lightly on the tent post. Astarion hummed, expecting another one of your companions perhaps. You entered his tent and he tutted looking away from you. 

“What?” he said sharply.

“I wanted to check on you… why’d you leave?” you said shifting from foot to foot, his tone making you feel uneasy.

“Oh you noticed? I thought you’d be in Halsin’s bed by now.” the venom in his voice made you cringe, stepping back from him.

“What? Why would you think that? I just met him tonight?” you sounded confused.

“Like that would stop you.” He said standing up, moving to walk past you.

You ignored the way you felt your eyes getting misty, putting your hand against his chest making him stop and look at you. “You’re being hurtful. Why?” you asked.

He sighed, the last time he tried this approach it got him punched so he might as well attempt to talk to you about his feelings. If he could manage it.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he whispered, his own eyes misting. 

You bit your lip before responding truthfully, “Because I don’t know if you truly want it. Or if you’re trying to use me. I… I can't do that again, Astarion. I won't.” you paused, taking in a shaky breath “And I won't let you use yourself to get something from me. You need but ask and I will do as you ask without hesitation.”

“Kiss me then.” he asked, his eyes big and pleading.

You looked down, shaking your head. You let the tears fall but did your best to keep quiet so Astarion didn’t hear you breaking. You crumbled to the ground, the weight of everything sinking you. Astarion descended with you. He looked so soft, so concerned. So unlike the snooty jerk you initially met. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, taking your hand, tracing your knuckles, veins, tendons, etc. “You could cut me down and I’d ask you to do it again. Everything with you feels unlike anything else. It drives me mad honestly.” His admission shocked you, you went to reply before he spoke again, “And yet, I seek you out every day because whatever you have poisoned me with… it's as if you are the antidote. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I rise and rest with my thoughts being overwhelmed by you.” he sighed shakily. 

You looked at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Your tears hadn’t ceased; Astarion raised his hand hesitantly before deciding to beg forgiveness instead of asking permission before he wiped your cheeks with his thumb. He held your face in his palm, the lump in his throat growing with each passing moment. 

“I want you. That is my choice, that is my decision, those are my feelings. And if you won’t have me just say the -” Astarion’s preparation for rejection caught in his throat when you consumed him in the most feather light kiss. Your hands shook as you gingerly held his face, ever so lightly deepening the kiss. You pulled back slightly, eyeing him for a reaction. His eyes were closed, he had a smile on his lips, and his tongue darted out to taste yourself on him. 

“Can I do that again?” you ask barely above a whisper. He was captivating. His lips tasted like brandy and you could get lost in them forever. 

“As you wish.” he said, opening his eyes. Pulling you to him so that you straddled him. He felt you tense above him, not putting your weight on him. “We can stop if either of us feels anything besides pleasure.” he assured you as he held your face with one hand and your hip with another. He looked so calm, as if this is right where he wanted to be. You settled yourself in his lap quickly before going back to his lips. You moved them hesitantly before he kissed you with so much passion it made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned into a battle for dominance but it was no surprise that the man with 200 years experience over you won. Astarion moved to lay you down, you felt his hands roam your body. He kissed your jaw, moving down to your neck, then your collar bones. His fingers gently untied the laces of your shirt. 

You went rigid.

Scared

Is what rang out in his mind. He quickly pulled off of you, glancing you over to see if he had somehow hurt you. 

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, pulling your shirt together. “Can we… not do anything more?” 

Astarion’s worry faded into understanding, “Of course.” he smiled as he pulled off of you. “Could I be so bold as to ask you to stay? Just to sleep!” he quickly clarified.

You smiled up at him, your erratic heartbeat already returning to normal. “I’d love to.” you said as you shifted yourself on his bedroll. 

He laid next to you gently, pulling a silken blanket over the two of you. Of course he had a silk blanket for sleeping on the ground. You chuckled to yourself at the thought. You curled into his chest once again, falling asleep all too quickly. Astarion ran his fingers through your hair, he kissed your forehead one final time before closing his eyes, preparing for sleep to take him.

“To the beginning of my end.” he cheers’ed himself.

Hello! Some not awesome stuff happened in life recently, so I thought I'd write a bit. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Next chapter might have some NSFW stuff in it. What do you think? Please let me know if there is anything you'd like to see in the story or suggestions you may have. I love getting comments! Thanks for reading! <3

[southamptons]

Moths

Boromir/ofc, nothing serious, just me trying to start writing...again. Let me know if you like it or not, but in a kinda soft form

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Bloody-red sun was setting down the hills on the west. The northern wall of forest become darker and growing up circlin' above the bonfire and small camp. The night was comin' and all of the life sounds were slowly muted as life creatures decided to pretend as non-existed.

'Don't you mind to stop twitchin'?' You blowin' away a hair strand from your face and stare at Boromir frownin'. 'It won't help me, you know?'

'You'd better stay calm, brother,' Faramir winked dumpin' brushwood next to the fire. 'Don't you forget what she did last time when I laugh while she was bandangin' my shoulder?'

'I don't wanna know how could you fall from that horse! Was makin' the eyes on someone? Again.'

'If I knew that your heart is open, I'll never pay attention on someone else,' he put his hands to his chest, bended and looked at you with honestly-big eyes.

'One more word and I...' You was pullin' to the closest stick on the ground as Boromir caught your hands takin' your attention. 'F i n e.'

Faramir was softly laughin' while going to unsaddle horses, you can hear his mindless whistelin' and muted steps of hooves in the distance. The fire was crackin' and the air was filled with the smells of smoke, meadow flowers and horse's fur. Small moths were desperately flyin' 'round the flame. So close but so painful. You fanally finished to clean the Boromir's wound. His strong back and wide shoulders were under your hand with wet piece of cloth. Across the left shoulder down the back was bleeding wound. The skin 'round it was inflamed but this wound wasn't fatal. You frownded.

'You have to be careful. It doesn't makes any sence to die in the middle of the battle.'

'It makes all of the sence. To die for your country, for your family, for what you love.'

'Aren't these reasons are better to live for?'

'Sure they are. But when it comes to battle all I can do is go forward and stand for this. If I'm goin' to die, that's the will of Gods.'

'Gods... I hate fate. I will do everything to fight it.'

'You always did.'

It was easier to talk with him without seein' his face. He was lookin' in front of himself as if he decided to find something in the forest among the trees. His skin were red from the fire light, his hair were redder than always. Lookin' at him was as painful as touchin' the fire. Seems that you were the silly moth too...

You silently standed and picked up the saddle bag where you always put a clean piece of cloth for different cases. Boromir was watching you sitting on the ground. His shirt and armour were neatly put next to his shield and sword. He never was messy. Order in things, order in mind as he always said. You throw a cloth to his knees.

'Faramir would do it better,' you took a wineskin with ale from the bag. 'I'm gonna take a break. There's a rushin' stream not so far, I'll be there. Can't stand this road dust on me.'

Of course mostly it was an excuse to leave. You didn't want to stay there with him while he's without any armour. Moreover you didn't want to bandage his wound. Touch his hot skin, wrap your arms 'round his wide chest. It made you weaponless, it made you weak. And those long looks from him... made you feel naked. Damn Gondor captain. You quickly ran down the short hill, and cross the small area with wide steps, avoiding the tree roots. Bubblin' sounds of water reached to your ears. You went along the streamside for a time before stop and sit on the stone bank. The sun has gone but the sky was still in bluberry colours. The first stars pale sparkling from the high. Here next to the water the air were fresher and breeze was softly touching your face, neck and hair. In the distance from halfly-naked Boromir you can literally breath deeply.

You were heading to Rohan. Éomer asked you to come for a long time, so in the middle of the summer there is no reasons left to say no. Gondor brothers were a good friends of him too so it was decided to arrive for summer solstice celebration. Éowyn might be so excited. You spend lots of time together during your last visit.

You took a sip of ale, put the wineskin aside, took off your boots and step into the stream. Your skin felt cool fresh touch of water. The stream was fast but soft.

'I'm my mother savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones...'

You scooped up some water and wash your face and neck.

'I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice...'

You unraveled your brades standing in water, bend and wet your hair. The water were running down your neck under armour and clothes leavin' thin wet paths on your skin. You smiled, went out of water and sit down on the stones pulling your legs forward. You moved your hand on the grownd next to you to find the wineskin as a cold steel touched your neck.

You loudly signed and twiched in fright.

'You're dead,' you heard low Boromir's voice under your ear. The sword's steel dissapeared from your skin and you rapidly turned around.

'What the hell are you doin'?!' You jumping up and pulled him in his chest. Fortunatelly, he was again in shirt.

'You left your sword. If it wasn't me, you could be dead. These place aren't so safe.' He looked serious.

'Agh, is it your unique way to show your concern? To sneak up in the dark, treat me with the sword and say that isn't safe?!' last words you said with his intonations. 'You're jerk!'

He peacefully put his hands up. 'Take it easy.'

You still looked furious with your wet messy hair. Your chest went up and down.

'Already take a bath?' he tried to look serious but you see small wrinklers round his eyes and lips. He barely can't smiling.

'A bath? Yes, you know,' you made a step closer to him, 'the water is amazing', you made one more step and put your hands on his chest. 'Wanna try?' With these words you pushed him into the stream but he grabbed your shirt and pulled you with him under the water.

You shrieked so loud so Faramir could heard you from the camp. Fortunatelly the stream wasn't deep so you sat down in the water spittin' and makin' your hair.

'You're sneaky little witch,' Boromir laughed. 'I'm kinda wounded, you're gonna drowned me?'

'I wish', you made him a face and roll your eyes. He stood up and give you a hand. You took it and he easily put you up, pulled you close to him. Too close.

'You're a savage, that's true,' he raise his hand and gently put away your wet strand. Your heart suddenly rushed as a traitor. Accidentally you feel cold and a huge need to stand to Boromir closer. You have to make an effort to breath calm. Deep inside you were out of breath and your palms become cold. You saw his face so close to yours so you could feel his trembling breath. His big hot hands still hold you firmly and you were almost dying here wishin', desirin' of his lips. He bowed his head to your face so your noses were nearly touched. He made a deep breath, touching your cheek with his lips, scratchin' your skin with his beard. His look at you was deep and dark when one of his hands firmly went up to your neck and dug in your hair. He pulled your hair softly, raised your head and crushed on your lips. You sighted, opened your mouth and felt his tongue on yours. Your knees were trembling and you're wondering how could you still stand but his hands held you tightly. Your arms rounded his neck, pullin' him closer. Your wet bodies were flamin' next to each other and you almost sobbed when Boromir made a low throat sound, bitin' your lip.

He kissed you like he needed you to breath, desperately, long, deep. His tongue circlin' your lips, licked your mouth, kissin' you with those passion that he did everything with. For you everything felt unreal and far away. Even this strange crackin' of branches...?

Boromir heard it too and slowly pulled away from your lips looking in your eyes. 'Brother,' he smiled, 'we were here for too long.'

You softly free yourself from his arms, your face was blushin', you both still wet and your lips...God, your lips told everything 'bout what you were doing...

Faramir appeared in front of trees. 'I don't wanna bother you two but how 'bout dinner?' He winked you and looked at brother with a huge smile.

'We'll be in five minutes,' told Boromir taking your face in his arms again. Your face flamed in the dark of the night like a fire. You heard the receding steps of Faramir and find in yourself strengh to look at Boromir again. 'I wish you forgive me such a rudeness and will agree to have a walk with me in Rohan. I promise I do everything right.' He put your hand too his lips and left a long gentle kiss looking in your eyes.

'Yes'.

Moth touched the flame, but didn't burn.

I did this on pinterest :>

[rustbeltjessie]

This is where we learned love and where we learned depth and where we learned layers and where we learned connections between layers. We learned and we loved the black sandshell, the ash, the american bittern, the harelip sucker, the yellow bullhead, the beech, the great blue heron, the dobsonfly larva, the water penny larva, the birch, the redhead, the white catspaw, the elephant ear, the buckeye, the king eider, the river darter, the sauger, the burning bush, the common merganser, the limpet, the mayfly nymph, the cedar, the turkey vulture, the spectacle case, the flat floater, the cherry, the red tailed hawk, the longnose gar, the brook trout, the chestnut, the killdeer, the river snail, the giant floater, the chokeberry, gray catbird, the rabbitsfoot, the slenderhead darter, the crabapple, the american robin, the creek chub, the stonefly nymph, the dogwood, the warbling vireo, the sow bug, the elktoe, the elm, the marsh wren, the monkeyface, the central mudminnow, the fir, the gray-cheeked thrush, the white bass, the predaceous diving beetle, the hawthorn, the scud, the salamander mussel, the hazelnut, the warbler, the mapleleaf, the american eel, the hemlock, the speckled chub, the whirligig beetle larva, the hickory, the sparrow, the caddisfly larva, the fluted shell, the horse chestnut, the wartyback, the white heelsplitter, the larch, the pine grosbeak, the brook stickleback, the river redhorse, the locust, the ebonyshelf, the giant water bug, the maple, the eastern phoebe, the white sucker, the creek heelsplitter, the mulberry, the crane fly larva, the mountain madtom, the oak, the bank swallow, the wabash pigtoe, the damselfly larva, the pine, the stonecat, the kidneyshell, the plum, the midge larva, the eastern sand darter, the rose, the purple wartyback, the narrow-winged damselfly, the spruce, the pirate perch, the threehorn wartyback, the sumac, the black fly larva, the redside dace, the tree-of-heaven, the orange-foot pimpleback, the dragonfly larva, the walnut, the gold fish, the butterfly, the striped fly larva, the willow, the freshwater drum, the ohio pigtoe, the warmouth, the mayfly nymph, the clubshell. And this was just the beginning of the list. Our hearts took on many things. Our hearts took on new shapes, new shapes every day as we went to the stream every day. Our hearts took on the shape of well-defined riffles and pools, clean substrates, woody debris, meandering channels, floodplains, and mature streamside forests. Our hearts took on the shape of the stream and became riffled and calmed and muddy and clean and flooded and shrunken dry. Our hearts took on the shape of whirligigs swirling across the water. We shaped our hearts into the sycamore trees along the side of the stream and we let into our hearts the long pendulous polygamous racemes of its small green flowers, the first-formed male flowers with no pistil and then the later arriving hairy ovary with its two curved stigmas. We let ourselves love the one day of the adult life of the mayfly as it warms, mates in flight, and dies all without eating. And we shaped our hearts into the water willow and into the eggs spawned in the water willow. Our hearts took on the brilliant blues, reds, and oranges of breeding male rainbow darter and our hearts swam to the female rainbow darter and we poked her side with our snout as she buried herself under the gravel and we laid upon her as she vibrated. We let leaves and algae into our hearts and then we let the mollusks and the insects and we let the midge larvae into our heart and then the stonefly nymph and then a minnow came into our heart and with it a bass and then we let the blue heron fly in, the raccoon amble by, the snapping turtle and the watersnake also. We immersed ourselves in the shallow stream. We lied down on the rocks on our narrow pillow stone and let the water pass over us and our heart was bathed in glochida and other things that attach to the flesh. And as we did this we sang.

—Juliana Spahr, from “Gentle Now, Don’t Add to Heartache” (x)

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this press release from the Center for Biological Diversity:

The Center for Biological Diversity sued the U.S. Forest Service and U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service today for failing to protect riparian areas and meadows from cattle in New Mexico’s Sacramento Mountains. The areas are critical habitat for endangered New Mexico meadow jumping mice, whose survival is tied to the health of upper-elevation streams and meadows.

Today’s lawsuit is the third filed in the past five years to safeguard these rare animals, following federal agencies’ repeated violations of legal agreements to protect them and their habitat. Population numbers for the species, and several others in New Mexico and Arizona, are declining despite the agencies vowing in legal agreements to take steps to protect them.

“It’s infuriating that we have to go back to court to force federal officials to do their jobs and protect animals from extinction,” said Robin Silver, cofounder of the Center. “Cows continue to denude the meadows and trample the streambanks that endangered jumping mice rely on for survival in the Sacramento Mountains. Many other rare plants and animals across the Southwest are slowing going extinct because of this long pattern of neglect, with agencies hiding behind recycled old studies and meanwhile failing to control destructive cow grazing in designated critical habitat. It’s immoral, it’s illegal, and if it keeps going on like this more species will disappear forever.”

The Sacramento Mountains, a sky island rising a mile above the deserts of southern New Mexico, are home to the highest density of Mexican spotted owls in the country because of an abundance of large, old coniferous trees. The mountains are also home to an isolated, remnant population of New Mexico meadow jumping mice that has survived there since the end of the Ice Age. Protecting the streamside meadows and streams are essential for the species’ recovery and survival.

[freshwater-stream]

Yellow-rumped Warbler Setophaga coronata

There is a swarm of these calling from the streamside cherry and willow trees. Most of them are just stopping over during their migrations, and will be gone in a few days, until the fall. A few will probably stay.

[travelella]

Cedar waxwing - Blucher Park, South Tancahua Street, Corpus Christi, Texas, USA

Joshua J. Cotten

Scientific name: Bombycilla cedrorum

Conservation status: Least Concern (Population increasing) 

Mass: 1.1 oz 

Family: Bombycillidae

Size: six to eight inches 

Class: Aves

Domain: Eukaryota

The cedar waxwing is a member of the family Bombycillidae or waxwing family of passerine birds. It is a medium-sized, mostly brown, gray, and yellow. Some of the wing feathers have red tips, the resemblance of which to sealing wax gives these birds their common name.

Cedar waxwing's can be found in open woodlands, fruiting trees, orchards; in winter, widespread, including towns. Breeding habitat is influenced by availability of fruiting trees and shrubs, often most common in "edge" situations, as along forest edges, streamsides, overgrown fields, edges of swamps, suburban yards.

[palewitchstarfish]

MacGillivray’s Warbler Behavior: What Birders Should Know

MacGillivray’s Warbler is a secretive yet fascinating songbird found in dense thickets and brushy habitats across western North America. While it is not the easiest bird to spot, understanding its behavior can help birders locate and appreciate this elusive species. From its foraging techniques to its distinctive vocalizations, MacGillivray’s Warbler exhibits unique traits that make it stand out among warblers.

Foraging Behavior: A Master of the Understory

MacGillivray’s Warbler prefers to forage low in dense vegetation, often near the ground. Unlike some warbler species that actively flit through tree canopies, this bird methodically searches for food in shrubs, tangled branches, and leaf litter. It primarily feeds on insects, including caterpillars, beetles, spiders, and other small invertebrates. During migration and in wintering grounds, it may also consume berries and other soft fruits when insect availability declines.

One of the best ways to observe this warbler is to look for movement in thick undergrowth, where it often flicks its tail and hops through the foliage. Patience is key, as MacGillivray’s Warbler tends to stay hidden, only briefly emerging before disappearing back into cover.

Vocalizations: A Distinctive Song and Call

Although often difficult to see, MacGillivray’s Warbler is easier to detect by ear. The male’s song consists of a series of rapid, choppy notes, often described as "chup-chup-chup-chup-CHURRY-chup," with the ending phrase rising in pitch. This song is commonly heard during the breeding season when males sing from a concealed perch within dense shrubs.

Their call notes include sharp “chuk” or “tchup” sounds, which they use when alarmed or communicating with other birds. Birders who recognize these calls can pinpoint the warbler’s location even when it remains hidden from view.

Territorial and Breeding Behavior

During the breeding season, males become highly territorial, using both song and physical displays to defend their space. They will chase away intruding males and may even engage in brief skirmishes. Their territories are usually within dense vegetation, such as streamside thickets, regenerating clear-cuts, and shrubby mountain slopes.

Females construct well-hidden cup-shaped nests near the ground, carefully placing them in thick vegetation to avoid predators. Once the eggs hatch, both parents participate in feeding the chicks, making frequent trips to the nest to deliver insects.

Migration Patterns: A Seasonal Traveler

MacGillivray’s Warbler is a long-distance migrant, spending its summers in the western United States and Canada before heading to its wintering grounds in Mexico and Central America. 

During migration, it follows riparian corridors and shrubby habitats, often stopping to rest and forage in weedy fields and woodland edges. Because of its preference for dense cover, it can be difficult to spot, but listening for its call can help birders locate it along migration routes.

Conclusion

MacGillivray’s Warbler is a secretive yet rewarding bird to observe. Its preference for dense habitats, distinctive song, and territorial behaviors make it a fascinating species for birders willing to put in the effort to find it. Whether during the breeding season, migration, or winter, this warbler’s behaviors offer plenty of opportunities for birdwatchers to appreciate its unique characteristics.

[mtfishtales]

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[4kalonewithnature]

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Embark on an unparalleled journey to "Emerald Haven: Hammock Camping & Serene Streamside Fires," where the heart of nature beats in harmony with the tranquility of a secluded forest. Nestled among towering trees adorned in the richest shades of green, this video captures the essence of an idyllic escape into the wilderness, where the only soundtrack is the gentle flow of a nearby stream and the soft crackle of a campfire.

[straypotatoes]

"The effort is a way for landowners to convert the bigleaf maple — once considered a nuisance — into a means of extracting value from their property. But as forest regulations have become more restrictive to protect native salmon habitat and water quality, bigleaf maple has flourished, especially in its preferred streamside locations known as riparian zones. Finding new ways to use the bigleaf maple helps increase the economic viability of small-forest holdings, helping owners keep their forests as forests."

[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Lazuli Bunting

Photo: Becky Matsubara

"Around thickets and streamside trees of the West, this sky-blue bunting is common in summer. Males are conspicuous in summer, singing in the open, but the plainer brown females are far more elusive as they tend their nests in the thick bushes. During migration, flocks are more easily observed as they forage in brushy fields. Where Lazuli and Indigo buntings overlap in breeding range, on the Great Plains and parts of the Southwest, they often interbreed."

- Audubon Field Guide

[ahedderick]

   While this tree info is specific to our county, I’m going to assume there are plenty of other areas where the local Department of Natural Resources (or whatever name they go by in other states) have similar programs. For anyone thinking of planting some trees this Spring, now is the time to be looking around for give-aways and info like this!

   Our county has benefited from some very large-scale streamside plantings in the last twenty years, and we can drive around and see young forests in areas that used to be bare, eroding streambanks. We plants several acres like this on our farm (not through this program, but a larger one). The oldest planting was done in 2004, and the bald cypress and sycamore are getting impressively tall!

Jan 31, 2022