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HeartCraft, colleur de cœur...

HeartCraft, colleur de cœur...

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Street art signé de l'artiste Heart Craft dans le quartier du Marais, Paris, avril 2023.

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Heartstones for the ask game, please?

Thank you both @niennawept and @hobbityalse for asking about this one!! I decided to do this all in one vs a copy/paste since they were both sitting in my inbox :)

Anyway, Heartstones, a plot bunny that has been put on the back burner for some time now, but I feel like it needs to be bumped up!

-> the plot bunny

And while this plot bunny is still really relevant, some of the actual lore of "Soulmates" in this fic has changed just a teeny bit as I've put this fic into development mode. Here are some facts for you guys!

Each race has their own idea of "Soulmates" - for dwarves it's their heartstone, for hobbits it's their heartbloom, for elves it's their heartsong, and for men, it's heartfelt.

Dwarves are born with a little grain in their hands - this is the start of their heartstone, that grows over time, much like how crystals can form. It does not take on a color, or a particular meaning until they've found their One, and bonded.

Dwarves also have an alternative, if they are not destined for a soulmate. A soulcraft, or rather, Heartcraft. It's held in high regards, and more common across the dwarven race.

Hobbits are born with a seed in their hands - similarly to dwarves, the flower grows, it's like, the slowest growing plant ever unless you're fortunate to meet your soulmate early in life. It blossoms and gains fragrance after meeting and bonding with their soulmate. (and no, it doesn't die like normal plants).

It's an Erebor never fell, fic! Frerin is alive, we have good King Thror! Basically everyone (in his family) is super supportive of Thorin for not having found his Heartstone or his Heartcraft.

Frerin has taken it upon himself to lead Thorin across Middle Earth in search of his Heartstone, or Heartcraft, anything to make his older brother happy - which leads them to the Farthings.

Bilbo acts as a guide for the princes, and you know...things happen.

There are SO MANY MORE details about Thorin and Bilbo I could toss in here, but there also needs to be some SURPRISE to it as well!! I hope this is an enticing premise at my take on a soulmate story!

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La selva invita a una fantasía, pero con un telón propio. Los rayos del sol canibalizan los palmitos y luchan por acariciar a los helechos. Se brasea en los humedales y se espesa en colorado, ese tono que lo disfraza todo. La tierra roja se pone a la altura de la emoción. Las cataratas son incuestionables, todos quedan boquiabiertos por la cercanía, el paisaje, la virulencia, el caudal, la poesía sonora de los saltos. Pero no es el único encanto de esta región.

Nos vamos a conocer Iguazú con un ojo en las #Cataratas y muchos más en sitios que ni te imaginabas en mi última #crónica para la @RevistaLugares

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⭑ Cafe Introduction

People are gathered around, asking about:

what kind of cafe “Serene Delight” is ‹𝟹

( ?! ) of Serene Delight is typing . . 💬

This café was established to bring together diverse communities, frequently visited during lazy morning even cozy evening. What sets it apart is the unique feature of four spaces, each showcasing distinct themes.

1st area : ‘Delight’ pastry and dessert.

In this room, everyday we served fresh-baked croissant and any other pastries. There are also heartcrafted various cakes, cookies, and gelato as desserts. 🥯⭑

2nd area : ‘Serene’ flower and tea.

Various events such as tea party and birthday take place in this space. People often gather for fun while ordering tea. Additionally, it serves as a suitable area for dates with your loved one since you can order flowers here. 🍶✿

3rd area : ‘Serene’ coffee and milk.

This section is a popular hangout spot frequently used as a co-working space due to its spacious layout and beverages that complement the ambiance. Which team you are, coffee or milk? We served both. 🥛

4th area : ‘Delight’ rooftop.

The rooftop area is suitable for brunch or dinner, we provide main courses like homemade pasta and rice dishes which can be enjoyed while looking at the sky view. 🍽️

At Serene Delight, fostering a sense of togetherness is a priority to deliver beautiful stories in every corner of the room.

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Oh yes peeps! Embossing is more than fun! Not sure how I got my house full of glitter ;) #diy #handmade #crafting #glitterlove #cardmaking #handcraft #heartcrafted #buyhandmade

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Street art sur un panneau de signalisation signé de l'artiste Heart Craft dans le quartier du Marais, Paris, janvier 2022.

[lordoftherazzles]

PLOT BUNNY #2 ↳ HEARTSTONES

Summary: It’s believed that dwarves are blessed in one of two ways: by their heartstone, or their heartcraft, both a calling of the soul. When Thorin is convinced he has neither, a quest for his happiness takes him far beyond the Misty Mountains to the West. It’s within the West that Frerin is convinced they’ll find Thorin’s calling. Be that a happiness of the heart or the craft.

If you want to see this fic in the future, be sure to like, reblog, and/or comment! Feedback is welcome, and I can’t wait to see what fic wins the raz2k!  Check out the MASTERPOST to see the other plot bunnies!

Heartstones and heartcrafts were the ultimate callings to any dwarf. It was a gift given by birth in order to find your place in the world, be it a place of one’s heart or within a form of creation, it was a high honor, just as it was unthinkable to be without either. 

Each race had its own name for it, but it was most commonly known as Ones among the dwarrow, and soulmates to others. Heartsongs for the elves, heartblooms to the hobbits of the Farthings, and for the most oblivious of races, heartfelt for men. It was fairytale fodder in the eyes of many, but sacred to others–such as the dwarves where heart and craft were praised in many aspects of their lives.

Thorin was close to giving up on the idea that soulmates truly existed, whether it be of the heart or of the craft, he had yet to feel that special something that other dwarves raved about. Typically most dwarves minded their own business when it came to the beautiful discovery of one’s heartstone or heartcraft, but for a Prince of Erebor like Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, to be without both? It certainly spurred no small amount of conversation, much to the dismay of the Line of Durin.

“And once we get just beyond Bywater that’s where we’ll meet our escort, supposedly,” Frerin chipperly spoke up, breaking Thorin out of this cycle of doom and gloom roaming about his mind.

There was nothing quite like being seen as a disappointment in the aspect of both love and craft, which were things that dwarves were very passionate about. Of course, Thorin could have fibbed and latched onto his talent for the forge, but to be untruthful about something so sacred in the world of the dwarrow, would be a punishment in itself to live with that lie.

“I will continue to insist that this trip is pointless. Just because you found your Kurdu'aban(heartstone), does not mean mine is out there,” Thorin lamented before feeling a playful clap on his shoulder.

“Trust in me, brother, your One is out there. Once we find the stone they are equivalent to, then it will be much easier to recognize them. It’s how it happened to me! And for Dis, if I recall. How long was it before she saw her first sunstone? Then came Vili shortly after.”

Thorin’s eyes rolled, remembering just how excited Frerin had been to find his heartstone. A dwarrowdam from Ered Luin who had been visiting with a caravan of merchants, ready to peddle their fine silks and threads. Needless to say, the dwarrowdam in question became a permanent fixture in Erebor and was to be wed to Frerin in due time.

“Fjola insists there are caves in these parts that are untouched by dwarven hands, and if there is a chance at discovering your gem of heart, then we must take it. Father wants you to be happy, as do all of us–”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps everyone is tired of hearing about Thrain’s oldest son as being Iklalu'kurdu(cold of heart)?” Thorin grouched, instantly souring Frerin’s mood as they walked, a small platoon of dwarves at their heels that were likely listening carefully, but finding it easier to not butt into the conversation more than anything. “I have been through the various guild halls more times than I care to count. No craft calls to my heart, regardless of skill. Nor has any gem mined out of the mountain…or any one person…”

“That’s what this quest is all about! Don’t think of it as us being in search of a title or a release from one, but…for your happiness. Everyone deserves that, don’t you think?” Frerin’s tone was low and calm, just as it was sincere. He might have been an eccentric sort on most occasions, but when it came to the happiness of his family, he would always be there to boost them up. “And if all else fails, we head north and pay a visit to our distant kin in Ered Luin.” 

The grumble that sounded off from Thorin was enough to spur a sigh from Frerin, shaking his head and giving up on the idea of cheering his older brother up for the moment. Instead, he focused on flashing a grin over his shoulder towards a few of the dwarves following behind.

“Have any of you been to the Shire before? I’ve heard many rumors and don’t want to cause too much trouble, but I have to say…I am genuinely curious…”

It was Dwalin who scoffed first, and Bofur who chuckled second among several other mixed feelings sounding off.

“Oh, aye! I’m sure at least half of the rumors are true, and one I can absolutely guarantee is their Longbottom Leaf is quite the prize!” Bofur cheered, ironically a pipe wedged in the corner of his mouth as he bumped elbows with his brother and cousin. “And the food, you won’t believe the kind of worship these little lads and lassies have over their meals. I wonder if Leanna is still baking that blackberry pie of hers…”

There were several other things discussed among the group of dwarves when it came to hobbits and the supposed rumors. Just like there were no doubt rumors of dwarves, elves, and men that circled around these parts. All Thorin could do was continue to remain quiet and grumble whenever something mildly irritated him. It wasn’t that he was jealous or unappreciative of the efforts put forward by his friends and family, but he had very little faith that they’d find something.

This long journey would be a waste, and then to show back up to Erebor without any decent news? How could he face his father? Or even his grandfather? Both had insisted that Thorin was fine the way he was, but gave blessings and assistance to put him on the path to finding his one true desire–with little success thus far.

All of this work for nothing, regardless of how anyone insisted, Thorin wasn’t sure he could shirk the guilt in favor of acceptance of himself. He was dubbed as being cold of heart, and he certainly felt like it more often than not. The thought made his expression sour which hardly went unnoticed.

“Thorin?” Frerin piped up, hooking his hand around Thorin’s elbow and starting to pull him aside. “We’re taking a break! Rest your legs for a few minutes, alright?” Continuing to drag Thorin along to the side of the path, away from prying ears, Frerin’s brows knit together. “Tell me what’s wrong, Nadad(brother).”

Of course, Thorin remained rather closed off for the moment. His arm yanked away and folded across his chest, his gaze never meeting that of his brother’s, and his mouth tightly clamped shut.

“It’s not just about the heartstones is it?”

For as tightly wound as Thorin felt, practically coiled in on himself emotionally, the words fell out of his mouth without much thought. “What happens if there is nothing? I care not for what others think, if they wish to continue whispering that I am Iklalu'kurdu behind my back, then so be it, but…” Thorin’s eyes dropped with uncertainty within them that felt as painful as it looked. “Everyone has something…and those who have nothing are miserable. It’s a wretched feeling that the universe has decided you are…binzirikhul(unwanted)...how am I to be seen as anything but cold of heart? To being the disappointment of our line. Every great king has a calling…”

“Thorin…”

“I want to make them proud. Father, grandfather…and those who are no longer with us. I want to feel…something. Something other than this rotten swirl of self-doubt and self-loathing. I want to belong somewhere and not feel like such an outsider amongst my own.”

“You have my word, Nadad, we will find your happiness. We won’t stop searching until something, or someone calls to your heart, just as you deserve.” A small grin began to spread across Frerin’s lips as he could see the dismay slowly melting away from his older sibling. “Whether we find the gem that calls to you here or not, we will keep searching. You deserve every ounce of happiness the world has to offer. And who knows, perhaps the hobbits here can teach you a thing or two about that.” 

It was a far stretch, but Frerin would take whatever positive thoughts he could muster and shove them at Thorin relentlessly.

“I suppose we can consider this an educational experience if anything…” Thorin muttered low but wasn’t completely dour in tone. “We should keep moving, our escort may become less enthusiastic at housing a few dwarves if we fall off schedule.”

“Right you are, Brother! Though from what I’ve heard, Mister Baggins is quite a respectable sort, so I have no doubt in my mind that he will be a most suitable host for two princes of Erebor, even if we are running a tad behind. Just you wait and see.”

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