Merry meet & Welcome
Trinkets & Treats
Well met, traveller,
I’m Fern Fiddlesticks – peddler of peculiar pendants, crumble cook, and collector of oddities. From forest glades and the roaring sea to bustling fairytale fairs I roam, bearing a pouch brimming with sweet delights, glimmering trinkets – and on occasion, wares best not questioned aloud. All items are handmade in small batches, infused with story, spice, and a pinch of wonder.
Peek in my pockets
Fairy stone treasures: they say fairy stones let you glimpse the hidden realm of the fey – if you look just right through the tiny, tide-worn holes.
Tide-kissed treasures in sand and sea colours – handcrafted pendants, bracelets, and tiny sea creatures
Nautical relics reborn – a collection of fossil-inspired pendants for neck or hatband
Inspired by the forest and guarded by the dragonlet
Our Forest Salt is infused with the green magic of the woods, hints of wild garlic and young fir and spruce tips. Perfect for your taters, mushrooms, and on buttered bread.
From our forest collection come these handmade earrings. Mushrooms, ivy leaves... We love them all.
On the way
- Ein Fest für Hobbits III – 06.06 - 09.06.2025, Larpdorf Bogenwald (GER)
- Conquest of Mythodea – 06.08 - 10.08.2025, Rittergut Brokeloh (GER)
- tba - Esbjerg (DK)
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Disclaimer: Tales of Trinkets & Treats is not a real business. This website and its' contents are part of a fictional character portrayal within the framework of a live-action roleplaying (LARP) hobby. (External link: What is LARP?) Everything presented here – from whimsical products to curious tales – serves the purpose of immersion, creativity, and community engagement. There is no registered business, no intention to make profit, and no commercial activity in the legal sense. Items may be traded, gifted, or shared for fun or reimbursement of material costs only, within the context of roleplay.
In short: No shop. No invoices. No profit. Just a hobbit lass with a satchel and a lot of imagination.
If you have questions regarding official matters, please don’t write to Fern Fiddlesticks – she has no Wi-Fi in her wagon.