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Thorin: So after you stole it you left some money there?
Bilbo: Yes, of course
Thorin: Bilbo, you're a burglar
Bilbo: ...there were my Took and Baggins parts fighting, I panicked
I made a compilation of the fictional characters that helped me survive the last 10 years!
I took the pattern from Fili’s arm bracer and made a background!! The worlds are “I belong with my brother” in Khuzdul! I took colors from his hair and costumes🤎
I took the embroidery around the edges of Kili’s coat and made it into a background! The colors are from his hair and clothes. The runes are Khuzdul for “Return to Me”!🤎
Yessssss! This! I might not be able to start a new book or tv show but I can read a 150,000 word fanfiction... Like that makes sense lol 😂🤣
No but why is reading fanfiction way easier than starting a new book
This SO pretty! Good Job!!
Artist block be damned! I finally managed to stick to my pen and paper long enough to draw this!
Just goes to show you can beat that brick wall that seems set on bothering your brain when it comes to art lol
<3
Whelp, I’m progressing backwards folks
It’s that time of year where I go back into my Tolkien coma, and only consume LotR and Hobbit content for an undetermined length of time. If you need me, I’ll be in the void.
Redoing the farm…again!
Please tell me i’m not insane
I was listening to The Milk Carton by Madilyn Mei, and I fully realized, this is Sameise Gamgee’s song.
From the entire message of leaving home and being terrified yet enthralled, to the messages about seeing things only heard of in stories and realizing the true intensity of them, and trying your best to stay there for the one you support, and that knowledge that even if you do return home somehow, it will never be the same. Even the lines of “You can still win, just gotta be faster” falls into the reassurance for Frodo. Hell, even the “Something tells me kid never learned to swim, can I do anything when i’m also drowning?” fits Sam’s entire internal conflict SO FUCKING WELL??? I have no idea if this was intentional or if i’m reading WAYYYY too far into this, but please tell me what you all think!!
(Following are the main lyrics that stood out to me as Sam’s song!!)
“Er, hello? Are these the Halls of Mahal?” Thousands of disbelieving eyes stuck to Bilbo as he stepped forward cautiously, already quite fed up with the rudeness of dwarves. Who puts an anvil there? Nobody answered. “I’m looking for dwarves. Thirteen of them-- not anyone, mind you, but thirteen very specific dwarves.”
From the crowd, thirteen voices start yelling at the same time.
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Based on a Tumblr post made by @wheeloffortune-design because I couldn't resist myself
"Bilbo gagged, and retreated his other hand to cover his mouth as blood spurted over his hand again, feeling the warmth of it as it spread between his fingers, under his fingernails, and down his wrist. It painted his coat’s sleeve, and turned it sodden and dark."
"No person had ever quite haunted him so much as Thorin Oakenshield. Not Thorin the King. Thorin."
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Based on Olivia Rodrigo's song: "Can't Catch Me Now"
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new fic out!! 8.2k words, oneshot.
frodo and sam are fairly gay in the movies even though they cut all the hand kissing. but in the books? frodo is sam's much older and boss who also gives of major aro/ace vibes. he is aware of sam's feelings, possibly more so than sam himself, but maintains boundaries for sam's sake, while still making sure to show sam all the affection and appreciation he deserves. sam is bi but doesn't quite understand his own feelings for frodo even though they're obvious to everyone else including Rosie.
Bilbo on the other hand is 100% gay, but my headcanon is that this was 100% an accident on Tolkien's part because i don't think Tolkien had functional gaydar.
Is anyone else obsessed with poetic compliments?
Like… not just calling someone pretty but…
“His hair was like snow and his skin like frost. He looked like a creature made of porcelain moonlight with eyes like glistening stars. Words could not describe how ethereal he looked when basking in the moon’s gentle glow,” she spoke softly.
“And I remember him that way. A man made of stardust, a man who looked to be the very moon itself...”
“I find him in the moon because that was always what he was to me. The moon, soft and gentle. He was brighter than anyone else, as if he belonged in the heavens not on earth as a man, but in the sky as a celestial body.”
“He is the moon in the sense that his pure and beautiful…”
She swallowed thickly, voice soft and tender as she spoke again. “And he is the moon in the sense that he is far out of my reach,” she whispered, a single tear falling from her eye.
And not just saying you like someone’s strength or that you think they’re handsome but…
“You say that as if you don’t look like a fallen star.”
“What do you mean by that?”
She smiled softly, kissing the tip of his perfect nose as her hands moved down his neck then to his shoulders.
“Dark,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, “perfect,” she kissed his neck, “and pure,” she kissed his throat softly.
“It’s as if the sky fell onto earth,” she whispered, her lips ghosting along his throat as her hands skipped over his wounded chest and gently moved against his stomach.
“A man made of steel and rock, my own meteor,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.
“My own piece of heaven.”
Cause shit like that just makes me 🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧 frreeal
It took me entirely too long in my life to realize the parallel between the first chapter titles of The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring.
Happy 84th birthday to The Hobbit!
Happy Hobbit Day!
Broken stones, broken lightning This house of doubt is what we know Chasing down the silver linings Of wounded minds and wounded souls We are coming home.