The Durin Brothers!!

The Durin brothers!!

The Fíli portrait is old, but I wanted to post them together. It feels wrong to separate the two of them...

On a different note, which of them do you like better? Personally, I like Fíli more, but I know it's an unpopular opinion:))

guys can you believe I used to be a casual enjoyer of the lord of the rings

*stares at my 36k word wip fix-it fic*

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT GUYS???

Since you liked my Boromir as a Saint wip and I'm still in pain (thought writing, as one does) I will share a portrait of The Lady of Rohan :))

Don't mind my legal name in the right corner. I do have a real life, you know. Don't look me up.

Another oldie... I will post Eomer soon though, so watch out ladies ;)

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!

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