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New Bilbo Baggins design:
#the hobbit#lotr#to be clear: bilbo is not an adorable cute babey#hes a stuffy fussy old gentlehobbit whos Quite Tired of All This Nonsense#he is not a soft sunshine child or etc etc. hes a snarky irritated middle-aged burglar#but I realized there were some moments in the story where the pleading eye emoji look was crucial#it was so crucial#so i updated the design#though actually I drew this face without thinking of the pleading eye emoji at all#it just happened naturally and organically
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"It's so odd to see you wearing clothes! No... I mean, THESE clothes!"
I drew this way back when I had finished posting my tiny Bilbo comic, "Through the forest wondrously", so I think you guys should see this little bonus, too!
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Would you guys be surprised if I said I drew this in french class 💀
I was thinking about giving Bilbo a therapy animal. The animal being ofc a bunny. I think losing his parents at a young age had a big toll on his mental health, and Gandalf suggested Bilbo to get a therapy pet for company. Radagast was obviously the one who suggested a bunny lol. I'm not entirely sure about this idea, tell me what you think!
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She drummed her fingers against the teacup, watching as her brother disappeared into his bedroom, the door shutting behind him. Her heart sank for her dearest brother, and she drew her gaze to the disappointed stares of the dwarves at the table and she looked at Thorin. “I’m so sorry for Bilbo’s answer, Thorin. I was sure he would take a leap of faith at such a chance.”
Thorin merely sighed deeply. “It matters not, we will do without.” With a glance to the others, he said, “We will leave before dawn’s first light.” Turning back to her, he asked, “Might we settle in for the evening?”
“Oh, yes, of course!” she answered, hurrying to rise and show everyone to couches and chairs. She led Thorin to the guest room and showed him in. “The bed is here, extra blankets in the cupboard. Is there anything you need before I go to bed?”
“Nothing, thank you,” he replied curtly and turned his back on her, starting to unfasten his armor. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly averted her gaze, but stayed, feet shifting nervously in the carpet; Thorin looked over his shoulder with an expression of irritation. “Is there something you need, Miss Baggins? I would very much like to rest before starting my journey.”
“Yes, I—I know.” She swallowed thickly and bowed her head slightly. “I know I’m not the one that Gandalf wanted for the company…but if it’s all the same, I’d be honored to accompany you to take back Erebor.”
Thorin blinked and turned to face her. “You?”
She had half a mind to be offended by his doubt. “Yes? Is that a problem?”
“Can you even fight?”
She cocked a hand on her hip and retorted, “I’m fairly handy with a frying pan, if I do say so myself,” she nodded firmly. “You should’ve seen me when the badgers began digging through the side of the home last summer.” Thorin chuckled lowly in his throat, and she smiled. “Thorin, I know you’ve no reason to trust nor even believe that I would be of any worth, but if there is a chance that I can be, I ask that you give me it and let me prove myself to you.”
He gazed at her. “Is this truly what you wish? To travel with a bunch of men? You know you’d be the only woman with us.”
“All the same, I wish to partake in this adventure.” She stuck out her hand. “Thorin Oakenshield, I formally request to join your company.”
He grasped her hand in a gentle but firm grip and shook it. “Miss Baggins, I accept your request. Welcome to the company.”
Her face erupted in excitement, and she hurriedly pulled back with, “I’m going to pack right now!” as she rushed for the door, she turned back around ran back and hugged him tightly adding, “Thank you so much, Thorin. I won’t let you down, I swear it!”
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“I’m so sorry to bother you with having to ride with me, Thorin,” she said bashfully. “I don’t think the pony liked me very much.”
He had to hide the smirk at remembering how she’d practically wailed bloody murder when the pony became skittish and took off with her. “It’s fine,” he gruffly stated.
She looked down and cleared her throat, trying to ignore the warmth from his back bleeding into her. “Might we play a round of questions to ease the silence? I can’t imagine it would be very fun to ride in total silence.”
“If we must,” he replied as if annoyed, and perhaps on some level he was, but she did have a point that complete silence was sometimes tiring.
“Perfect! Since you are the esteemed company, you go first!”
He thought a moment. “What is a skill you’ve always wished to master?”
“Oh…I would say sewing. My mother could sew like no one I’ve ever seen.” She smiled fondly. “I can sew well but nothing compared to the clothes she could mend and make. My turn! When was a time in your life that you felt truly happy?”
“I was ten years of age. I had just received my first real sword. My grandfather had made it for me. Silver blade, sapphires in the hilt.” He frowned. “What qualities do you believe makes a person good?”
She paused. “Well, that is a tough one, especially if you believe that people have inherent evil.”
“Do you?”
“Of course not! I personally think that everyone is capable of good, no matter how bad a life they have lived.”
“A bit naïve don’t you think, Miss Baggins?”
“Perhaps. But if you go around distrusting everything that breathes, you’ll never be able to trust anything when it comes to truly needing it.” She inhaled. “Honor, loyalty, kindness, selflessness, love. Those make a person good. Someone who would put the needs of others above themself and go above and beyond for those they loved. Even if it meant they would be left behind.”
“Now that is truly naïve.”
“I know,” she said with a smile and before she could even open her mouth again, they heard,
“WAIT!”
Thorin pulled the reins, and everyone turned to see Bilbo running over.
“WAIT!” Bilbo called again and her face lit up.
“Brother!” she greeted as he came to a stop.
Bilbo panted heavily. “I signed it!” he handed it off to Balin who looked it over and smiled.
“Everything appears to be in order. Welcome Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”
Thorin rolled his eyes and started to turn his own steed around. “Give him a pony.”
“Oh no-no-no!” Bilbo immediately said. “That won’t be necessary, thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. I-I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, y’know? Even got as far Frogmorton once—WUGH!”
She giggled when Fili and Kili hefted him up by his pack and buried her face in Thorin’s back to muffle her laughter; when she felt Thorin’s back rumble with his own chuckle, she couldn’t help snort even harder.
#thorin oakenshield x reader#thorin oakenshield x reader imagine#thorin oakenshield x reader imagines#thorin oakenshield imagines#thorin oakenshield imagine#thorin oakenshield#thorin#thorin x reader imagine#thorin x reader imagines#thorin x reader#thorin imagines#thorin imagine#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#bilbo baggins#gandalf the grey#gandalf#balin#fili#kili
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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader
Summary; With the dragon Smaug gone, you discover what remains - or, more accurately, what has been taken away.
Warnings; Thorin has the dragon-sickness and is generally an asshole. Implied non-canon character death. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.
Listening to; 'Burn' from Hamilton - "Your sentences border on senseless... They don't get to know what I said... You forfeit all rights to my heart."
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Everything was burning. Homes, buildings and lives. People.
It hurt that all you could do was watch, with the stone cold underneath you, and the wind making your tears feel like ice carving a river down your face. It was an ironic contrast, especially since your chest burned hot and ached with every breath.
You wondered why it still hurt. You felt calm, despite the distress before you, and you had rested enough from the fight with Smaug for your heart to have settled. But your chest hurt. Your lungs burnt with each breath and your throat was dry. You’d noticed before, how it seemed the closer to Erebor you got the worse it became. But you dared not bring it up, and now you couldn’t - Oin was will Kili, no one else would have answers like he would.
You were feeling so close to being sick - like properly throwing-up sick - because of what was happening both to the burning Laketown and Thorin.
Oh, your dearest Thorin.
What was becoming of the Dwarf you once loved? You could only hope that he would get better now that the dragon had fled. Somehow you knew that hope was founded on shaky grounds.
You stared ahead, watching the distant walls of flames flicker like candles along a mantle place. You saw smoke rise into the dark night sky, glowing orange with embers. The dragon’s silhouette constantly swooped up and down, high then low.
With each pass Smaug made on the town you thought of your friends, Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur, and even Bard and his family. You hoped this would not be the pass to kill your friends, and at the end of each you waited - as if you would have felt it, but it never came. Only for the apprehension and hope to return once more with another path Smaug made.
You would’ve prayed they would make it out safely, if only you knew who to pray to.
The minutes felt like hours, and the hours seemed to drag on forever. As the stars passed overhead, and the very first signs of day drew near, a new kind of movement went across the town.
With a startled gasp, a pain in your chest sparked and you stumbled to your feet.
Beside you, Bilbo, who had yet to turn away unlike most of your other companions, likewise saw the shift - even if he didn’t feel it, or notice it in you.
“You saw that?” he asked, turning between you and the town. “The dragon, it fell.”
“The dragon died.” you said, fingers tight over the leather and furs over your heart.
“The black arrow. The Lords of Dale have finished what was started many years ago.” Then the burning, the aches, it all stopped. A peace which you thought would never return did - and it was like you were blessed with a whole new body.
“The dragon is gone!” Golin said, stepping forward on quite nimble feet to take a proper look at the scene before him.
“But the damage is done.” Dwalin lingered just behind you, scowling at the flames that still burnt.
“And now it’s dead word will spread. Those with good intent and bad will be swarming to the mountain.” you added. “I do not think a dragon is the worst thing we will see before we can finally call Erebor home again.”
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Bliss - Dwalin x Reader
Summary: Just a short fic of domesticated bliss.
Word Count: 603
Date Posted: 08.14.2022
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You sat on the bed in the quiet of the early evening as your loving husband drew your bath. Due to your husbands high standing in the Court of Durin, and a little of Gandalf’s magic, your home in the mountain had a false window that showed the snowy valley outside. The Long Lake had long been rebuilt as a fishing outpost and the people of Dale were prospering due to Thorin’s efforts.
It took weeks for the king to over come the Dragon sickness, while Fili worked tirelessly to maintain good relations with the people of Dale. The relations with Mirkwood were still rocky but Thranduil’s jewels were returned. Tauriel acted as a Mirkwood ambassador and therefore a buffer between the two kings.
“Mudumel, your bath is ready.” Your husbands gravelly voice drew you out of your thoughts. Dwalin smiled softly as he approached you, taking your hand, gently guiding you off the bed. “Careful. I don’t want to hurt my little Muhudel.”
Calloused fingers caressed your swollen belly, gently supporting it as you regained your balance.
“There you go,” He kissed your temple. “Such a good girl.”
“I am not fragile, My love.” You shook your head, dwarves bed robes swishing about your feet as you waddled to the tub. Dwalin stripped you and helped you into the large soaking basin.
“You may not be, but my babe very much is.”
“If this babe is anything like you, I’m sure they could handle themselves.”
Dwalin took his time bathing you, and washing your hair, telling you all about his day training the up and comping guard. All promising, all stupid. Dwalin while rough and gruff on the outside, had surprising patience for his new group of trainees.
You met Dwalin during your journey to the mountain with your cousin Bilbo. Dwalin didn’t think such a small woman could defend herself at all, and while you weren’t defenseless, Dwalin took it upon himself to be your personal protector. Along the way you fell for him. Being stuck in Thranduil’s dungeon together for three days certainly put you in an unavoidable situation. Unable to find Bilbo had you terribly worried.
Dwalin had you wrapped up in his arms those three nights, swearing to you that he’d not let anything happen to you. It was hard for him to leave you behind in Lake Town to care for Kili. Before he joined the group going to the mountain he kissed you passionately, promising to come back for you. When he’d seen Lake Town burn, he was devastated. He thought he’d lost you. It wasn’t until after the battle that you’d found each other again.
Dwalin had lifted you easily. Kissing your with a fire that you matched, filled with the relief that you both were alive. It was that night that he first made love to you. Filling you with his love. The very next day he carved you matching beads to braid into your hair, effectively claiming you as his own.
“Are you ready to get out, or shall I leave you to soak?” Dwalin asked as his fingers took a brief pause from combing through her hair.
“Help me out, my love. I’d like to go to bed.”
Dwalin was very gentle as he helped you out of the bath. Drying you with care and helping you back into the bed.
“Relax, Mudumel, you won’t have much time when the baby is born.” He took his time running his hands over your aching leg muscles, soothing them into releasing the pent-up tension. He lulled you to sleep with his caress.
#finn writes#dwalin x reader#dwalin fluff#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit#dwalin#lotr#hobbit#thorin and company
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Day 05 of Doodling Tolkien Fanart to Cure My Art Block™️
@ohgodwhatwasthat ask and you shall receive!!!
For the record, this is for my Philharmonic Hobbit AU!
Thorin plays the harp, though he dabbles in many instruments, especially the ones his nephews and sister are interested in. Here, he’s playing an Irish harp, though in the orchestra he is more likely to play a full sized pedal harp.
Bilbo plays the Appalachian/mountain dulcimer! There are three strings and frets, so you pluck with on hand and cover frets with the other. I’ve seen a few photos with people using a quill or pick however. It’s one of my favorite folk instruments, and I’m thinking about learning to play it myself!
I still have a LOT to learn about both of these, so if I have anything wrong or just drew something inaccurately please feel free to inform me!
I’m honestly just ecstatic someone was interested enough to ask so I had an excuse to draw them with their instruments!
#the hobbit#fanart#thorin and company#thorin oakenshield#the hobbit au#the hobbit philharmonic au#bagginshield#bilbo baggins
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Poetry Ponderings
Summary: A short slice of life of Bilbo & Elrond's friendship.
Written for the 2023 @fall-for-tolkien event! Inspired by Teatime by @maglor-my-beloved
Rating: G
Word Count: 750
Read on AO3 or below
Bilbo struggled up the staircase, leaning heavily on the railing. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he pulled himself up the final step. Even simple things like stairs were getting harder in his old age. His many years were finally beginning to show.
“Ah, Bilbo,” Elrond smiled as he turned around. “I’m so glad you came. I’ve been working on a new poem and I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.” He frowned, noticing the hobbit’s labored breathing. “Are you alright? Are your knees ailing you again? I shall send Lindir to bring a salve.”
“No need,” Bilbo brushed his concerns off with a wave of his hand. “I just need a chair.” Elrond pursed his lips but did not continue his protests, instead guiding his friend to a seat and placing a cushion behind his back.
“Now,” Bilbo continued once he was settled. “What was this poem you were telling me about?”
The smile returned to Elrond’s face. “I have been trying to translate it into the common tongue but it does not fit quite as perfectly. Here is the verse that has been troubling me.”
“ With dignity above that of soldiers
The tree stands tall and proud in its sentry
Guarding the world of men in their folly
Men see only the use in cutting down
Or setting aflame to make short-lived light
Elves see the beauty of a tree alive
Breathing life into all that surrounds it ”
Bilbo couldn’t stop the grin spreading over his face as he looked fondly at the elf. “Positively sublime, my friend! You elves have a spectacular way with language. However, I would perhaps change the word folly to corruption. It’s a more impactful word and makes the wickedness of cutting down trees more pronounced.”
Elrond nodded thoughtfully. “I agree the word should be changed, but corruption has too many syllables. It would interrupt the pacing of the verse.” Bilbo furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his chair to think.
“Misdeeds? It keeps the pacing,” he offered, but Elrond was shaking his head before he finished.
“I’m afraid that still doesn’t fit quite right.” They sat for a moment in silence, pondering and enjoying one another’s company. Rivendell truly was a sight to behold in autumn, Bilbo mused. Of course, it was breathtaking all year round, but Bilbo found he liked it best when the leaves painted themselves in vibrant hues before drifting to the ground.
“You know, I’ve been working on a poem of my own,” he commented.
Elrond raised his eyebrows. “I’d love to hear it, if you are willing.”
Bilbo cleared his throat. “It’s not very long yet but here is what I have so far:"
" I knew an old elf named Elrond
With whom I loved to correspond
In Rivendell one day
He invited me to stay
And of it I am now rather fond ”
Arwen’s musical laugh announced her presence as she stepped delicately up to the balcony. “What a marvelous poem, Bilbo,” she praised. “We elves of Rivendell have become rather fond of you as well.” She set a tray down on the nearby table and crossed the room to clasp the old hobbit’s hands. “We shall forever sing ballads of the time when our halls were blessed with a halfling.”
Bilbo blushed and looked down. “Surely you exaggerate, but I thank you nonetheless.”
“My daughter speaks nothing but the truth.” Elrond declared. “Now, is this strawberry tea you’ve brought, my love?” he asked, opening the teapot and smelling the contents.
“Yes,” Arwen replied. “I know it’s Bilbo’s favorite.” The hobbit in question beamed at Arwen and squeezed her hands as Elrond poured the tea. Suddenly, Bilbo drew in a sharp breath.
“Blindness!” he exclaimed.
Arwen's eyebrows drew together. “I beg your pardon?”
“Sorry, not you dear Arwen,” BIlbo clarified. “I was reffering to Elrond’s poem.” He looked up at the older elf, who tilted his head thoughtfully. “It is the perfect word to show how men are ignorant of the worth of trees!”
“Yes, yes I think that would work. Men do show a shocking lack of proper reverence for forests.” Elrond walked over to Bilbo's chair, nodding as he continued. “Guarding the world of men in their blindness. Indeed, I quite like that.”
Elrond laid a hand on the old hobbit’s shoulder. “You have my deepest gratitude, mellon nin. I knew you could aid me.” Bilbo placed his hand over Elrond’s and grinned once again.
“Always happy to help a friend.”
#bilbo baggins#elrond peredhel#arwen undomiel#the hobbit#lord of the rings#tolkien#lotr#lotr fanfic#the hobbit fanfiction#the hobbit fanfic#lotr fanfiction#scribbles & drabbles 2023#fluff#slice of life#rivendell#bilbo baggins in rivendell#tolkien elves
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prompt: mushrooms
In LOTR, Gollum seems to not miss having normal food in favor of worms, raw carp, fingers, etc., or at least he would rather be a jerk to Sam than eat a potato. But I would think that there must have been some point in the long stretch of time when he was trying and failing to find Bilbo Baggins when he encountered some food he used to like, and had some interest in trying to eat it. And then he probably would have run into the ‘oh no, the food tastes bad, i guess i only eat raw meat now because I am a monster’ vampire/werewolf trope
‘She can’t do anything anymore’ sounds ominous, but Gollum did not kill his grandmother (he really didn’t, that’s canon, she kicked him out first). He’s just remembering that his whole family must be dead by now and muttering about it. i probably could have thought up a better line but i want to be done with my silly daily prompt and move on with my life.
DISCLAIMER: Oyster mushrooms are real and you really can eat them. They don’t really look like that, though, because it only occurred to me to look up what might actually be edible & grow on a tree after I drew the art. It is up to you whether to accept the wonky art as what it is called & not what it looks like, or decide that Gollum misidentified those mushrooms after sitting in a cave going slowly insane for 500 years, and will henceforth decide anything that’s not raw meat is inedible because he tried to eat poisonous fungus once and it didn’t taste good. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#smaygol#gollum mermay 2023#many of the prompts will be in color but i draw the line at coloring a five panel comic for this
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I need help finding a fanfic!
Please it was a The Hobbit/Modern!OC insert. The OC was a Latina and I’ll be honest, I read it more so as a reader insert because there’s not a lot of Latina Reader Inserts in general.
I believe the main, and probably only pairing was Fili/OC.
I don’t remember what it was called. I remember bits and pieces from the work. Her and Bilbo were besties because they were the outsiders in the group. One night she talked about strawberries with Bilbo. She also dies and comes back when fighting Azog (from the scene at the end of the first movie.) she drew a dick on the wall in Mirkwood Kingdom??? I think. She made tortillas for Thorin in Rivendell.
It’s also finished! But I can’t find it.
Somebody help me 😭
#the hobbit#the hobbit trilogy#the hobbit/reader#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit/OC#the hobbit x OC#help me#please
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4, 6, 13 (especially 13; love you for the semicolon tattoo Frodo has)
https://www.tumblr.com/frodo-with-glasses/711440150764355584/group-chat-shenanigans?source=share
Ooh, great choice >:-D Let’s go!
(Read the whole comic here!)
4. What part of this piece was the most difficult to draw?
It's exactly what you might expect: Frodo's left arm (the one holding the phone) in the last panel definitely gave me some trouble. I was trying to find a pose that both a) looked natural and b) made Frodo's tattoo visible; you can actually see how many lines I drew and erased in the zoomed-in picture in this reblog.
I also had to try multiple different positions and designs for the tattoo before I found one that I liked. In a few early attempts, the tattoo actually went down the length of his arm! But in the end, I'm glad I kept it contained to the wrist.
6. What is your favorite part of this piece?
Oh man, it's so hard to pick! I love all of the modern designs, and I think most of the drawings turned out really well. (Pippin looks a bit wonky, but that's just because I'm not used to drawing people who are upside down.) In the end, I think my favorite part is just the slew of "Benadryl Cabbagepatch" names. That was a HYSTERICAL day on the Fig Tree Server, and I love seeing everyone's creativity and crazy senses of humor coming together like this! X-D
13. What Easter eggs/small details are hidden in this drawing?
OKAY *cracks knuckles* lemme give you the whole breakdown here.
Usernames and Avatar Icons
Frodo - DownFromTheDoor (referencing Bilbo's poem) - a book (because he's a nerd)
Pippin - tookursnacks (because he's a Took and he likes to eat) - peace sign (dunno, just felt appropriate)
Sam - taterz (obvious) - a potato (also obvious)
Merry - Herbmaster (because he really likes pipeweed) - the Horn of Rohan
Fatty - BigPapa (because he's. he's big) - plus signs (see previous)
Rosie - RoseGardens (cute play on her name) - a rose (same)
Gimli - Rock-n-Roll (dwarves like rocks) - an axe (obvious)
Aragorn - Telcontar (Elvish for "Strider", the dynasty name Aragorn chooses for himself) - crown surrounded by seven stars (part of the sigil of the King of Gondor)
Legolas - TraLaLally (reference to the 1977 Hobbit movie) - bow and arrow (obvious)
Boromir - TEAMGONDOR (in all caps because he is A LotTM) - the Horn of Gondor (obvious)
Tom Bombadil - Tim Bimbadimdim (I thought it would be funny) - a feather (he has one in the brim of his hat)
Goldberry - 💛🫐 (suggested by someone on the server, unfortunately not at all obvious in a black-and-white art style) - a star (seemed appropriate)
Gandalf - Gandalf (obvious) - wizard's hat (also obvious)
Design Choices
All four of the main hobbits (Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin) have a bracelet with a Single Bead, indicating they are part of the Core Friend Group
Merry wears dog tags and a watch. I imagine he has served in the military in some capacity, or aspires to do so; and the watch is there because he's the kind of detail-oriented person who's very concerned with being on time.
Sam and Rosie have matching bracelets: his is the sun, and hers is the moon. (Someone pointed out that the little thing hanging off her phone also looks like a sun. This is correct, but the bracelets were supposed to be the matching set.)
Rosie is also the only one of the gang to have a decorative phone case and a PopSocket.
Aragorn's mug says "GONDOR U", and the icon on his laptop is the shards of Narsil. It's kinda hard to see, but he also has a ring on his left hand, indicating that he's either engaged or married to Arwen.
Frodo gets the most Easter eggs. He too has a watch, because he's the sort to at least TRY to be on time; he has the tattoo, reading "worth f;ghting for", as aforementioned; and his shirt is a polo from the company Hang Ten, as indicated by the little feet embroidered on the lapel! I chose that one for two reasons: number one, little feet is Very Hobbity, and number two, they're my dad's favorite brand of polo. (He likes the little feet.)
PHONE DETAILS. Merry, Pippin, and Legolas are the only ones to have Extremely Fancy New Phones with three cameras on the back, because they are rich kids who can afford to have that sort of thing. Gimli is also rich, but his phone only has two cameras because he's not an Instagrammer. Sam and Rosie only have two-camera phones because theirs are cheaper older models. Everyone has phone cases except for Legolas. Gimli's phone case is a Particularly Chunky Heavy-Duty OtterBox. Aragorn is the only one with a laptop because he's Old. And, as aforementioned, Rosie is the only one who has a PopSocket.
Initial Conversation
I did actually plan the chat in the first panel very carefully! If you look at the time stamps beside the messages, you can see how the conversation picks up speed.
It starts with Frodo declining some kind of an activity that night, saying he's busy with something else. Pippin responds, asking what he's doing. Frodo replies and sends photographic evidence, calling Bilbo "Beebo". Sam thinks this is very funny and repeats "Beebo". Frodo, encouraged by Sam thinking this is funny, doubles down the joke with "Beebo Bongos". Then Merry jumps in with "Blorbo Bagpipes". By this point, messages are coming in within the same minute, and then the rest of the chaos unfolds. X-D
Anyway, thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble about this comic! I had a lot of fun drawing it and I'm delighted to share the Deep Lore LOL
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Favourite Female Tolkien Character Poll - Round 3, Match 11
Belladonna Took
Bilbo’s mother. She is described as “remarkable”, and it is implied that she went on adventures before marrying Bungo Baggins. Bungo built Bag End for her.
Rosie Cotton
Marries Sam, and they move into Bag End.
A quote from the unpublished Epilogue (in HoME Vol. 9, Sauron Defeated):
Master Samwise stood at the door and looked away eastward. He drew Mistress Rose to him, amd set his arm about her.
“March the twenty-fifth!” he said. “This day seventeen years ago, Rose wife, I didn’t think I should ever see thee again. But I kept on hoping.”
“I never hoped at all, Sam,” she said, “not until that very day; and then suddenly I did. About noon it was, and I felt so glad that I began singing. And mother said: ‘Quiet, lass! There’s ruffians about.’ And I said: ‘Let them come! Their time will soon be over. Sam’s coming back.’ And you came.”
“I did,” said Sam. “To the most belovedest place in all the world. To my Rose and my garden.”
Rose in Elvish is Beril. If you wanted to know.
#favourite female tolkien character poll#belladonna took#rosie cotton#hobbits#the lord of the rings#the hobbit#history of middle earth#tolkien
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Was actually wondering what the story was behind your switch from Bilbo to Bofur? I love your work and have been following your art since your early DA days (the animation you made of Leanna, Sven, and I think Bilbo (+your old ringwrath boi) riding in a minecart was how I found you) but I think I missed this turning point in the PistachioZombie epic, and I'm super curious!
Oh man, that was sooo long ago! Wish flash still worked cause i would definitely dig out that animation you are talking about. It was so long ago, leanna was still a self insert lol
Loving 2003 GameCube Bilbo was the start of my infinite love for Tolkien... though I was introduced way before, somehow playing the game inserted me into that world even more... but after that phase, I moved onto Fallout and other fandoms for a few more years. Then I wanted to replay that game... rewatch the hobbit, and fell into the Bilbo spell again.
Bofur was my favorite dwarf when I saw the films I'm theaters but wasn't to that level of hyperfixation... but when I rewatched them years later, I was reminded of how charming he was!
Here came the first fan art of him and Leanna, a casual friendship... nothing more, but then I said "what if?" and drew them in a "AU"... here's the old art from 2019:
then the rest is history... I fel in love with the dynamic almost instantly! Seeing it in motion kind of... changed how i felt, not to mention the music playing at the same time made it even bette. I had to delete all the Bilbo x Leanna stuff cause now that they are cousins, it made me feel weird lol! Gonna redraw that first one...
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Red Red Rose
Fandom: The Hobbit
Warning: None
Summary: An evening around the campfire with entertainment to bring home the truth that no matter who or where we are thoughts of home carry us onwards.
Word Count: 1,129
Comments: It's Burns Night so a shameless attempt to quote one if my favourite poems.
Despite the cold darkness creeping around you, your heart was warm and content.
The campfire you sitting by toasted your cold flesh gently while the stew you had finished filled you with sated glee. The company around you seemed in an equally cheerful mood despite the long trek today.
You sat crossed legged in rapt attention as the group of dwarves sat around you singing softly. Despite not understanding the words the melancholic lull of their voices wrapped around you causing you to shiver.
They must be singing of their home, the aching homesickness was something you could understand and relate to. After all, you were also far from home, a freak accident causing you to one moment be in the familiarity of your life in a modern technological world to the alien land of Middle Earth.
Though waking up here you were not going to curse your luck completely. The Shire had been strange but so welcoming you couldn't fault the kindness and generosity of your equally bewildered hosts. And now you had the continued friendship of your friend Bilbo, Gandalf and a new company of dwarves to keep your spirits up and hope alive that you would return home.
Pulling your knees up to your chest you rested your chin on them and smiled wanly as they finished. Giving a soft couple of claps to show your appreciation and enjoyment at their song.
Kili immediately preened at your attention causing Fili to nudge his shoulder to grin at him. Even Thorin looked more peaceful this evening with the accompaniment of song and companions. He sat on a log next to Dwalin watching the firelight flicker.
"That was really wonderful." You say beaming at them.
"Yes," agreed Bilbo, smiling as he blew smoke from his pipe. "A rare treat indeed." The Hobbit finished.
"Who should continue the entertainment next?" Bofur asked, glancing between you and Bilbo. A knot of anxiety sat in your stomach.
"Not me!" You reply quickly raising your hands in defence. "I can't sing to save my life." You laugh nervously.
"You don't have to sing." Kili teased leaning forward smirking.
"Yes, a story?" Fili agreed tugging on one of his moustache braids.
You bit your bottom lip and drew your knees closer to your chest. The warmth of the fire now seems to match the embarrassed heat in your cheeks.
"I'm not much of a storyteller either." You explain slowly. The familiar feeling of dread of being made to perform in front of an audience.
Unconsciously you start to fiddle with the sleeve of your tunic. Eyes flicking up you see the expectant look and kindly smiles aimed at you.
Racking your mind you think of standing up in front of your class and having to read aloud.
"You have such a lovely voice." Your teacher had coaxed, an older woman with warm eyes and knitted cardigans that always looked homemade.
You blink as a long forgotten memory of her class is suddenly in your mind's eye and a fond smile hits you. As Dwalin speaks up to the others to not pressure you, you glance up at them.
"How about a short poem?" You venture and the rest of the company halts their conversation. All eyes swivel back to you and even Gandalf looks up with a raised brow.
"A short poem would very much hit the spot I dare say." The wizard with a warm smile after a heartbeat of stillness.
You nod at him and then wait a moment for the others to settle around you again. The heat in your cheeks reaches your ears and you can't even make eye contact with the group around you.
"Well when I was younger we recited poems to celebrate our national bard's birthday," your voice quavers slightly. "It's been a few years so I apologise if I stumble over his words." you try to preface it in with your insecurities.
"I'm sure it will be wonderful." Bilbo nods encouragingly at you.
"O my Luve is like a red, red rose
Closing your eyes you see your teachers smile again. The scrap of paper in your hands that shook as you trembled in front of your class.
Opening your mouth you can see the words in your mind's eye, muscle memory of reciting it over and over in your childhood bedroom to perfect it.
That’s newly sprung in June;"
"O my Luve is like the melody
You start, the shake in your voice steadying as you take deep breaths.
That’s sweetly played in tune."
"So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
The words burn in your chest as you continue to keep your eyes closed.
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry."
"Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
A sad smile tugs at your lips as your voice rises and falls in a simple melody along with the words. The yearning cry of a poet's words tugging at you even from another world.
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run."
"And fare thee weel, my only luve!
Opening your eyes you watch the fire light flicker and crackle with your words. The night air drinking your voice as you sing, you're sure completely off key, but not caring in your bubble of bittersweet lost love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile."
There's a heartbeat of silence and the wave of nervous anxiety hits you in the stomach again. Chewing you lip you open your mouth to apologise for your poor performance but Thorin has already returned from his contemplative reverie and is giving you a rare smile full of warmth and wistfulness that reaches his eyes.
As you let the last words roll off your tongue you let them hang in the air. Finally glancing up you see the others group you on rapt fascination. There's a mixture of sad smiles and far off stares as they seem lost in memories.
He gives a quiet huff of a sigh and nods his head.
"I think I speak for us all that you have done his words proud." Thorin states with nods and quiet hums of acknowledgement from the others. Relieved tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you duck your head down and nod a thanks in return.
Perhaps your home world was not so different after all. Thanks to the words of a poet you don't feel such an alien here after all.
For a moment you don't feel so far from home anymore and you wipe the hot tears burning your eyes.
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Woodland Princess Ch.1: A Journey Begins
Ch.2
My feet ferociously ate up the ground as I silently sprinted from my home under the cover of night, the letter of invitation on a dangerous journey was too good to ignore. I turn my head back slightly as I leave my home of 500 years, my father would never let me go on journey of this danger, especially when most of the company will be dwarves, and my brother would never let me either, his hatred for dwarves running as deep as his will to keep me safe.
The tattered letter gave explicit instructions that I was to be in the shire in 10 days, and knock on the marked door when nightfall occurred. As soon as I got the letter I waited until nightfall, then I silently left my family and my home.
It has been 5 days since I left my home behind me, my father would've for-surely sent guards by the morning after I left, and they must have been searching everywhere in and around our realm, so I must move quickly.
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I was nearly to the shire now, my daggers out due to a recent attack by 6 orcs, 2 having wargs; but they were dead within seconds since I was one of the most skilled fighters in all of the woodland realm. The one better fighter was my father, mainly because he has been alive for a little more than 2,000 years.
I arrive at the shire around 7:50pm and look around in an attempt to find the symbol my friend explained he drew on the door. After a while of searching, I finally found the home, and walked up. There is loud, obnoxious laughter being emitted from within, I assume they are from the dwarves. I quickly knock on the door before taking a step back, I hear the lock turn and the door abruptly opens. The hobbit didn't even look up before he practically yelled,
"There are enough dwarves in here as it is!"
I was slightly taken-aback, stepping back, rethinking if he really was not dangerous like the dwarves; but when he looked up, a wave of surprise washed across his features when his view was met by a young blonde silver haired ellith instead of a tough looking dwarf. He quickly stuttered out,
"I'm so sorry, I was expecting another dwarf to barge into my home uninvited." Bilbo states quickly in a slightly humorous tone to try and make me a little less startled by the rude greeting. I smiled slightly, greeting him,
"My name is Aelsar. A pleasure to meet you, I was sent here by Mithrandir or as you know him, Gandalf." I responded.
"I knew it was Gandalf." Bilbo muttered before opening the door allowing me to step in, having to bend down slightly to avail hitting the ceiling. I was led to the kitchen, Bilbo explaining how the dwarves have eaten practically all of his food.
In my head I'm simply thinking, 'Did I get myself in over my head again? I hope this quest goes well, and I hope my father will forgive me for disobeying him.'
Ch.2
#the hobbit#thranduil#gandalf#thorin#kili#fili#bifur#bofur#bombur#dwalin#nori#ori#balin#female insert#female reader#female writers#female oc#female author#oc reader#elf reader#dwarf#tolkein
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Thanks for 100 followers! Decided to update this funny footballer! Thorin / Celebrity! Bilbo AU I drew.  Didn’t post it until now because I thought I have time to finish it, but apparently I didn’t 😅
Thorin is injured in game and Bilbo is the gay wag (?) who just enters locker room whenever he wants:)
Also in this AU Thorin and Bard + Thranduil is teammates in national team and great rivalries in the league lol ( in the smol doodle i was going to draw a dwarf, but I think change it to Bard will be a lot funnier. So here is poor Bard and affectionate Thilbo
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