I'm So Angry That I Can't Finish This, Because I Got A Contusion And Can't Use My Hand :'(( But Here's

I'm so angry that I can't finish this, because I got a contusion and can't use my hand :'(( but here's a preview of Boromir as a Saint

I will finish this the SECOND the pain stops... This is like the first layer, I'm gonna cry

Bilbo who braids Thorin's hair as he fucking dies. Bilbo who can't seem to get his hands to stop shaking but he just has to put the braid in now, before it's too late because they said they would. Bilbo who had the stupid, silver beads in his pocket, ready, because there was never supposed to be a war just a wedding.

I just can't stop thinking about how, sure, there were some rocky moments but that's all they were supposed to be; moments. Bilbo was sure they were going to pass. They were going to work through it. Why else would he be growing out his hair when normally it drove him mad after a certain point?

Thorin who passes gently, peacefully, with the sloppiest, most blasphemous braid in his hair which nobody dares to touch. Thorin who promises to return the favour in the afterlife but in the meantime please do it for me, ghivashel. Thorin whose final breaths are vows.

Bilbo who goes home and learns how to braid. Bilbo who never cuts his hair again.

ANYWAY I'M GOING TO SOB NOW!

will watch this for her and her ONLY!!!

not watched one episode of doctor who in me life but i've felt inexplicably attached to her for yearsss

real pain is deciding whether you want to write you time-travel everybody lives nobody dies hobbit fanfic, or your boromir lives au with an unimaginable amount of angst

I think about Bilbo Baggins at least once (1) half an hour and I swear not a second feels wasted

Thank you all for a hundred followers!! That's insane for such a short period of time <3

Anyway, have bloody Bilbo as a little treat ;)