wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey:
You know what I’m tired of seeing in fantasy novels? Conveniently kind strangers. The ones who take in the hero when he passes out on their doorstep and take care of him for an indeterminate number of days until he regains consciousness in a nice fluffy bed. Give me wary strangers. Strangers who are too afraid to help, who want nothing to do with a hero on his quest. Give me strangers who’ll stitch up the hero’s wounds and then run away as soon as he’s conscious. Give me strangers who pick the hero’s pocket so he wakes up with only his clothes on – and only some of them at that. No more conveniently kind strangers, okay?
But I wanna BE a conveniently kind stranger…
#plot twist: a whole novel about a conveniently kind stranger patching up random heroes and listening to their stories #‘how nice’ she says as Sir Hughton tells her about his dragon-slaying business #‘my’ she responds as The Masked Marauder denounces tyranny #‘would you like some more tea?’ she asks the lonely poet who has just told her his tragic backstory #and they all leave in the end #but she stays #and makes tea #and talks to strangers #and feeds the wanderers on her doorstep and patches up the heroes passed out and bleeding in her turnip patch #and nothing momentous ever comes of it but she is GOOD and she gives hope
#and that’s worth living for even if no one bothers to thank you for it (via praise-the-lord-im-dead)Yes, absolutely, all the way!! See here. ^^
Oh my god this is great. You’re all great people.
The conveniently kind stranger gets invited along sometimes. Because years of heroes crashing at her house has also caused the Henchmen Troops to attack there. And so she defends her house and her injured heroes. And so sometimes they ask her along. “We could use someone like you” But she always declines. She gets a reputation. “If you ever need someone to take care of you, knock on the door with the red paint and the turnip patch.” And the hope and kindness she gives matters. Because heroes come to her with optimism crushed after tough losses and dead friends and after their Beloved Peasant Village has been burned down. And she helps them along, a little bit at a time. And then one day, one of the villians has heard about her too many times, and sends an actual force to take care of her once and for all.
But many of those heroes never forgot about her. And they might not have stayed, and they may not have thanked her,
But they do come back
Well there goes my heart…
I like to think that there is a villain out there, someone at the end of his rope, who has also lost things and places and loved ones and who just needs to talk to someone or he will combust. And in desperation he goes to the person who has foiled his plans time and time again just by being kind. He fears that he is asking too much, but the sign says she will give aid to anyone. He stands there in front of the door, hand on the knocker, frozen. He should just leave. This was a ridiculous idea. Like all his ideas. He should go. A hero might turn up at any minute, and the last thing he wants to do right now is fight or take a life. He just wants to feel like someone else cares about him, just wants to feel the calming touch of a hand on his shoulder. He starts to turn away, but the door opens, and so does the life of the villain. For who can be touched by grace and be untransformed?
This keeps getting better and better
#reblogue #…and then the villain takes the candlesticks and starts a new life#as mayor of a small town (via @pilferingapples )
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