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deer-with-a-stick · 1 year

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Wildest shit happens in D&D man.

Alright, story time.

There was a D&D night for fun and to introduce newbies to the game. I ended up with a slightly more experienced group but they took pre-made auto-generated character sheets.

We ended up with Normal Human Artificer whose part of a guild (I ended up tying the backstory to the illegal Artificer Cult), a Centaur Hermit who is afraid of civilization, an Orc Fighter who hates civilization, and a Half-Orc Barbarian raised by wolves and who has an alcohol addiction.

The oneshot happens in Waterdeep, the fucking New York City of the Forgotten Realms. They go to a bakery to try and find clues as to where this important guy (the Beggar King) is. First thing that happens is the Barbarian gets up onto two feet and fucking spartan-kicks the door open. They kill one ghoul (Barbarian gets half their face bitten off, retaliates with a Nat 20 bite, and rips the ghoul’s throat out). Then the centaur picks up the second and ends up fucking adopting it and getting it addicted to Raspberry Danishes instead of cow blood and humanoid flesh.

Then they get ambushed by the BBEG’s men. Ghoul flies at the leader, and with another Nat 20 because my metal dice loves combat, rips the guy’s head off. Fighter splits another guard in half with ANOTHER Nat 20 (the dice aren’t weighed, we just ended up being D&D Game Georg. Our Barbarian actually couldn’t stop rolling twos earlier and during the ghoul combat, the ghoul that got adopted ended up rolling three Nat 1s in a row). The centaur tries to pick up a third guy only to get shield bashed in the head. Third guy gets his neck snapped because the Neutral Evil Orc Fighter jumped on his neck. The party proceeds to traumatize the last guard there for several rounds by shooting arrows at him (and missing) as well as hurling a fucking Great-axe at him (courtesy of the Barbarian, who also missed). He tries to climb over the roof, fails Acrobatics, falls to the ground where the Fighter proceeds to shield bash HIM, shattering the guy’s jaw, and the Barbarian ground-pounds his diaphragm, killing the poor guy. Throughout this whole thing, the Artificer is just standing there with his bow and five Cherry Danishes in his hands (since he wants to try and train the ghoul to attack people).

They make their way to the BBEG’s ship, and somehow, despite the highest Charisma score there being fucking TWELVE, convince the guy guarding the gangplank that the party + ghoul are the Orc’s pets. Artificer finds who fucking pistols and the Centaur somehow manages to climb up to the crow’s nest using the fucking ROPE RIGGING. I made the mistake of saying that there was a barrel of rum, and the Barbarian strapped the >400 pound barrel to their back. Somehow, they make their way to the brig and talk their way past the guards (genuinely don’t know how they managed to pass so many Charisma checks). They convince the guards to close the door because “uh... the rum is for interrogation techniques? it might get loud.” Then the artificer gets like an 18 for performance and just starts screaming from behind the door and the guards run away (despite the Barbarian getting a Nat 1 Stealth to try and pour the rum out of the barrel). They fucking shove the prisoner, the Beggar King they’re supposed to rescue, into the fucking barrel Bilbo Baggins style, and with more charisma checks (Nat 1 from the Orc to convince the gangplank guard that the barrel was another pet but a 19 from the Artificer claiming orders from the Captain to transport materials) they fucking left with the Beggar King passed out in a fucking barrel.

Like, they skipped the boss fight, they skipped every possible fight in the ship, half fought the first one because a ghoul got fucking ADOPTED and I-

This was so fucking fun. Play D&D yall. You might meet some of the greatest people in the world and form the greatest memories in your life.

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idksmtms · 4 months

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The Prettiest Trophy - Capitol Elite!Aegon II Targaryen x Games Winner!reader (Hunger Games AU)

Summary: You never thought you would make it out of the hunger games, but now you have another fight ahead of you. What do you do when one of the most powerful citizens of the capitol has chosen you to be his?

Word count: 3.5k

Trigger Warnings: 18+, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, Dub-con due to power imbalance, coercion too ig (???), some angst (reader talks about survivor’s guilt from the games), p in v s*x, unprotected s*x, oral f receiving, degradation (constantly referring to lesser status of districts), objectification and ownership, (please let me know if I missed any)

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

AN: Aaaaa my first fic finally! Didn't mean to make it this long but I got a bit carried away! I hope you enjoy! (Side note: I was imagining his hair as the style in the black and white pic, just with Targaryen white, Side note 2: I def realise the references to the way Gollum talks about the ring, IT WAS ON PURPOSE)

You never thought you would leave the arena. Every second could have been your last and you still didn’t quite believe you had made it out, that you were standing outside the President’s mansion at a lavish party, dressed in silks and jewels. No one told you how to live after the games were over. It had taken you three days just to be able to get out of bed and move around again after leaving the arena. Being at this party? It felt like a betrayal to all the people who had died so you could live. You sipped from the sickly sweet drink that almost seemed to glow in the night, and looked around the garden.

Most people had finally left you alone thankfully, though you could still see eyes turning your way, whispers and conversations pointed toward your presence in the garden. At least no one was trying to force you into a picture like some capitol celebrity anymore.

People in the most lavish costumes customary of the capitol milled about, talking, whispering, cackling like witches in their modified bodies with their modified voices. It was a horror show. The gardens had been decorated with delicate yellow fairy lights strung up in the trees and over poles around the tables. You assumed they wanted to give it a warm and welcoming look with the yellow lighting but it only cast grotesque shadows on the building that was not only the backdrop to this party, but to all your nightmares. There were tables set up with stark white tablecloths draped over them, an area cleared away for a dance floor, and more noise coming from the entrance to the mansion. Avoxes walked around carrying trays of food and drink between their hands, heads bent low, and shame began to rise inside you. What were you doing here? Why were you forced to be here?

There was someone behind you. You didn’t know when you had become so aware of any presence, probably somewhere between fending off humans and wildlife alike in the arena, and you could distinctly feel someone behind you. A slight shadow fell over your shoulders. A small touch rustled the train of your dress. Someone cleared their throat. You turned around, hands quivering, and looked at the man smirking broadly at you. Your first thought, shamefully: was he even real?

His hair was so blond it was white, cut short and combed back so perfectly he could be no less than an aristocrat. He wore a suit of dark grey over a black shirt, one of the less eccentrically dressed people at the party. But his shoes were lavish. Black and shinier than anything you had ever seen, embroidered with gold thread, gold jewellery dangling from the laces and gems stamped into the fabric. Surely this man was of the richest of the rich, because even in the capitol people were wont to have shoes so lavish. You stared at his shoes for a good minute, whole body frozen, when he cleared his throat once more. You looked at his eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were more blue or grey, like ice had formed over a stormy ocean.

“And who might you be?” He asked, mouth still smiling, before he brought his glass up to his lips and took a drink while waiting for your answer.

“You don’t know who I am?” You asked, almost taking a step back. That couldn’t be true. Viewing was mandatory, your face had been plastered across every screen in Panem for weeks, it couldn’t be true that he didn’t know you. And yet… for a moment… it felt so good not to be recognised. You were just some other girl, lost in the crowd at a party, who hadn’t gone through what you had gone through.

“Well, I may know of you, but I don’t know you know you,” his smile had softened and he stepped closer until his elbow lightly brushed yours and you were both looking out at the party.

“I suppose that’s true,” you answered quietly, still watching his face. His skin was almost as dangerously pale as his hair, and sallow, like he was never quite in the best of health. Though you couldn’t deny the truth, he was a handsome man regardless of his slightly ragged appearance.

“Aegon Targaryen the second,” he held out his hand, running his eyes over your face like he hadn’t gathered enough of it the first time, “and you?”

“Y/n L/n,” you breathed out, reaching out an unsteady hand to limply shake his own. He gently clasped your fingers and brought your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to your knuckles before releasing your hand. It was such an odd sensation, his hot breath brushing over the back of your hand, his fingertips slightly rough - but not enough to suggest any sort of manual labour - clasping the skin of your palm. Your cheeks went hot, the tips of your ears tingling, and you continued staring at this enigma.

“How has the capitol been treating you?” He asked, chugging the rest of his drink and depositing it on the tray of an Avox as they passed by like some well-practised dance. You didn’t want to reply. “Well, I suppose you haven’t had the time to truly enjoy it. At least, not the truly fun bits anyway,” he shrugged, tilting his head and looking at you like it was a particularly amusing thing he just said.

You couldn’t understand this at all. Who was this man? What was this interaction? What did he want with you? Why was he acting so mundane, like this was normal?! None of this was normal.

Noticing the look on your face, Aegon chuckled and reached forward to push some hair over your shoulder. It took everything within you to hold in your shiver.

“Ah, you must be confused about who I am! I shouldn’t have assumed you would understand the name Targaryen. We may be famous in the capitol but who knows what goes on in the districts,” you swallowed hard and nodded, trying not to flinch at the dig. “Our family works in all sorts of sectors, for example, my uncle Daemon is responsible for manufacturing arms for the state, my younger brother Aemond works under the president in some position or other - god knows he never shuts up about it - and my father currently runs the peacekeeper program. Of course I’m expected to step up to that eventually but- I won’t bore you with the details.”

You didn’t really consider that work. You had seen the way your parents toiled in the factory every day, had seen the way every member of your family slowly became a hunchback from their work. But you weren’t going to say anything to him.

“What does your family do?” He asked, and again you almost moved out of surprise. His face seemed so sincere as he watched you, waiting for an answer.

“I’m from District 8, so my parents work the looms,” you answered slowly. You almost sounded condescending, like you were talking to someone who couldn’t quite understand your words, but Aegon understood it was the shock of him speaking to you. After all, it had only been a week since you had left the arena, he understood how difficult it would be to gain your confidence. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. And Aegon was a firm believer that flattery could get you anywhere, especially a girl’s bed. So he decided to change course.

“Do you see that man over there?” He pointed discreetly to a spot just to your right and you shuffled back so you could look over without being noticed. You sipped from your glass as you noticed the man, an older gentleman wearing a full fursuit topped with a lion’s mane going around his head. Even his face had been painted with fur and whiskers to resemble a lion with the body of a human. You nodded to Aegon, turning away from the man. Something about that picture made you uncomfortable in a way you had never been before. “Well, rumour has it that he wears that entire get up, face paint and all mind you, every time he fucks.” You gasped, staring at Aegon with eyes so wide they started to hurt.

“You can’t be serious,” you whispered sharply.

“I am the most serious, dearest. Why would I lie to you?” He smirked, leaning closer once more. He draped his arm over your shoulder and you stiffened for a moment before continuing to listen to his next story.

You were slowly beginning to relax in Aegon’s company as he continued to chatter to you. He no longer asked questions or expected you to speak, just pointed out people in the crowd and made colourful commentary that had you hiding your face in his shoulder and giggling against the fabric of his suit. He gazed at you with sparkling eyes full of mirth and shared his ever-full glass of whatever drink they were serving at the time. You couldn’t help but be charmed. Maybe, just maybe, not everyone in the capitol was as bad as they seemed.

“D’you wanna go somewhere quieter?” He finally asked after completely relieving another stranger of their dignity. You took a moment to catch your breath and looked at him, at the sudden darkening of his eyes and the way his tongue poked out to lick his lips. He watched you like a tiger readying to pounce. You nodded without a second thought. Though he had made the party bearable, anywhere would be better than here. He smiled and reached down, sliding his fingers over your inner wrist, then your palm, then grasping your hand in his own. “Come on.”

Aegon led you into the house and up the stairs, nodding at random people (who sometimes you could barely recognise as people), skilfully dodging attempts at conversation. Up and up the lavish stairs you went before walking down a large hallway and stopping in front of a wall. Aegon pushed at the wall and it gave way, revealing a spiral staircase in the dark that led up into an abyss.

“Um, are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked, pausing at the entrance to the rather dingy looking chamber.

“There are some perks to having been at the president’s mansion practically since I was born. One of those being secret access to the roof, now come on!” He dragged you into the dark and shut the door behind him, before ushering you up the first steps.

The staircase really wasn’t all that tall. In fact, you could see the top and light bled down from the opening. Your heels clanked against each step and you almost toppled back into Aegon more than once. Then you were at the top. Then you could see the whole Capitol. Oh it was breathtaking! The whole city, laid out before you like a miniature scene to play with. There were lights glimmering in houses and cars on the roads and life! There were signs of life everywhere. Oh you couldn’t believe it. You almost believed you could see to the very edges of Panem.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Aegon asked, and you turned to meet his eyes. Both of you had moved right to the edge of the rooftop so you could look out over the party, and he moved to stand directly behind you. You could feel his chest press into your back. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against the skin of your back and he was a solid pressure behind you, like the comfort of a wall at your back when you slept. “Hm?” He asked again, bending his head down to run his nose up your neck. You shivered, the light graze was just ticklish enough to start a spark inside of you.

“Yes,” you breathed out, clenching your hands on the concrete to stop yourself from leaning back into him. You didn’t know him. You didn’t really know him. You didn’t know him at all.

“You know,” he began slowly, hands going to your shoulders and turning you around to face him. “When I first saw you on the television, the day of the reaping, I knew you would win.” Your breath caught in your throat. Your mouth was so dry. You wished you hadn’t discarded that sweet drink so quickly. “And look at you now,” he leaned in closer, cupping your face to force your eyes to meet his, “you’re the winner, the greatest person in Panem, to come out of the districts anyway.” He gently kissed your right cheek, warm lips on plush skin, and when he pulled away the breeze cooled the hint of saliva he had left behind. “You’re the greatest treasure one could possess, you know?” He kissed your other cheek, firmer this time, like he was trying to leave the imprint of his lips on your skin. “Everyone knows the winner of the Hunger Games, and to say you own them? To parade them on your arm for everyone to see, saying you own the very concept of survival?” He seemed to groan in pleasure, and then everything was moving.

His lips were on yours, slightly wet and forceful. His tongue was delving into your mouth, tasting like sugar, too much sugar, and you wanted to pull back because it was so overwhelming and everything he had just said and and and… and it felt so good too. It was warm, and desperate, like no one had ever been for you before.

A hand moved into your hair and grasped the strands at the back of your head tight, pulling slightly to tilt your head back so you had to look up at him. He was almost leaning over you so your spine bent over the edge of the roof, and the skin of your back scratched against the unpainted concrete. He huffed against your mouth then pulled back, his other hand coming up to trace your mouth with his thumb. You stared into his eyes but he wasn’t looking back at you, not really anyway. He was watching his prize, the reward that no one but him deserved.

You whimpered, a small and pathetic sound that only seemed to make his skin hotter, and he let go of your hair to begin pulling the straps of your dress down your arms. It was a heavy thing, and it felt good to finally be rid of the weight, but you were keenly aware of the cold night and the party in full swing just underneath you. If someone in the garden decided to look up, they would surely see you bent over the edge.

“Wait-” you began to protest, but Aegon was past listening, past caring. He just shoved the dress under your breasts and down your legs, before grabbing your face and bringing your mouth to his own again. His hands travelled over your neck, then caressed your shoulders. He gently pressed the red indents the straps of the dress had left and you sighed into his mouth, leaning onto his chest. Your nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt and you gasped into the kiss before moving your chest slightly. The warm little tingles travelled all the way through your torso and you clung to his arms.

Aegon kissed sloppily over your cheeks, your neck, pausing to bite into it until you grunted with pain and pushed at his shoulder. He licked all the way down to your chest, his tongue warm and wet, then the slick trail of spit suddenly cold. Your legs felt unsteady, and you leaned back against the barrier as he began mouthing at your breasts, little circles of warmth formed everywhere he kissed, and then his mouth closed over your nipple and you clenched. It was so… weird. A wet suction formed over your nipple and it seemed to make the inside of your breast spark, your stomach jolt, and the space between your thighs tingle and turn to mush.

“Come on precious,” he mumbled against your skin, “you can be louder,” and he bit the flesh. It really was a live wire attached to your skin, so easy to spark, so easy to create a fire that spread all throughout your body.

Aegon was quicker with the other nipple, licking over it like a dog with a bowl of water, before making his way down to the apex of your thighs. He seemed to be in a hurry with the way he dove his face between your legs. A cry left your lips, loud and shriek-like, at the overwhelming activity. His nose slipped between your lips and pressed to your clit, his tongue out and flat and lapping against the sticky slick that covered the puffy folds that hid your hole. He was ravenous, pressing his face in in in until you stood on your tiptoes and half your weight was balanced against his face. The contours of his face pressed at your hole, his nose rubbed at your clit, and he moved his face back and forth so his tongue could poke inside of you then slip back into his mouth. He began speaking into you, rumbling words you couldn’t understand over the rushing in your head.

“Come on, cum on my face,” he huffed, grabbing your thighs and licking at your clit until it was puffy and swollen. “I wan’ you to cum on my face, give me what I want.” He pressed his tongue inside you. In. Out. He licked your clit. In. Out. He sucked it into his mouth, and your legs shook so much that you would’ve fallen onto the floor if you weren’t practically laying on the barrier already. It was a release. That’s all it could be called. Every muscle clenched then released. Even your mind felt like it had slowly been clenching and now it had been unravelled and was slowly dripping out of your skull.

“Fuck, that’s right,” Aegon mumbled as he pulled away, standing to full height and pulling your hips against his own. His hair had fallen forward into his eyes and his mouth and nose glistened in the low light, but he didn’t seem to care one bit. He had leaned over your body again, pressing his face into your neck. The slick on his chin stuck to your skin and squished whenever he moved. He humped into you a few times, grunting and groaning, before hurriedly reaching down and fumbling with his belt and zipper. You could hear the clanking of metal, the rustle of fabric, and then something warm pressing to your thigh.

There was no waiting with Aegon. His body simply didn’t contain the patience for it, and really why would you wait when the prize you had so long coveted lay bare before you, just ripe for the taking? A shift here, a push there, and he caught at your entrance. He finally pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes. He caressed your cheek, and you could tell all he saw was a trophy he had just won.

Then Aegon pressed into you, and his veins rubbed at your slick insides, pressing against your walls and sliding against your own textured flesh and you were leaning back to moan into the night sky, chest heaving. He kissed your breasts and pushed into you again, his lower stomach pressing your clit. Again, he moved into you and the sparks flashed and you clenched around him, onto him, and he moaned against your ear, hot breath fanning the shell.

“Fuck yes, you’re my precious little thing aren’t you? Huh? You’re my special little prize?” His hips slapped against yours and the sound echoed over the roof. His mouth biting into your neck sent sparks through you. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and oh god it was too much! You clenched onto him and screamed into his neck, open mouth pressed to the sweaty skin. You clenched and unclenched onto him as waves passed through you, melting your flesh and your bones. It was over too soon yet it lasted too long. He pushed once more, twice more, and you could feel him quiver against you, even as you tried to push him away from the pulsing flesh of your insides. You could feel the spurts inside you, hot and gushing. You felt it trickle out of you, slide down your thighs in warm rivulets and you shuddered.

Aegon still lay on top of you, huffing heavily into your neck. You didn’t know what to do, so you stayed still, waiting for guidance, waiting for the other shoe to fall. He slowly pushed up on his arms so his face hovered above yours, and he smiled a dazed and delirious smile. Was it always there, or had it just appeared, that insanity in his eyes?

“Oh my precious,” he sighed, cupping your cheek, “we have so much ahead.”

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astronicht · 1 month

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Replying to a comment on this ask reply about evil in the North in LOTR (but it was too long to actually put in a comment ,)

@warrioreowynofrohan I'm so glad evil is in the north in The Silmarillion!! I have also been promised that the story of the creation of the world is also in there, since Frodo fell asleep during Tom Bombadil’s early medieval cosmology lesson. I really, really want to know what happens in Elf Creation, because Tolkien did not write a book about it academically but CLEARLY had at least a few opinions about early medieval ideas of where the world came from, which he possibly just put in Middle Earth, if he had them fleshed out enough. This makes me nuts bc CS Lewis, meanwhile, wrote a whole-ass book called The Discarded Image about his idea* of the medieval vision of the cosmos (like where is outer space, where are the planets, where’s heaven, etc, including How It All Got Made) and also per the word of a thesis supervisor back in the day who was super into this stuff, worked symbolism of the planets in the medieval cosmos into one of his fictional works.

*bc the rest is under cut: if you want a more accurate read for medieval and Renaissance cosmology, the textbook is Planets, Stars, and Orbs by Edward Grant. I would not recommend TDI for historical accuracy

Lewis brushes over early medieval ideas only briefly (early medieval anything is actually not usually included in medieval academia on a theme; it’s sort of a weird zone from ca. 600-1100 AD, and Grant doesn't cover it either). But while the book is interesting on some points, it's pretty misleading, and CS Lewis's one solid error was presenting all of medieval cosmology as a Single Idea, which it also very much was not. People did not magically stop arguing about how the world got made and what it looked like for one thousand years, and modern scholarship has looked at that. But he was reading all the same texts as Tolkien, and this weird oversight that has bothered me for years, and for YEARS i have been wondering if Tolkien thought something else. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t! WHY did he put the seven stars (the five visible planets plus the sun and moon) on Aragorn’s sword PLUS the sun and moon, throwing off the count entirely?? Maybe he did not actually give a shit). I look forward to finding out, and probably suffering for it.

RE: Gollum! Your actual question! Honestly at the moment (aka at the end of Fellowship), Gollum seems like such a thoroughly Grendel figure that I almost get worried I’m being lured into a 1:1 comparison, when Tolkien seems to enjoy making a bunch of different references within each character. Strider is King Arthur, Strider is that guy in that saga nicknamed Strider, Strider is another guy with a sword situation in another saga(??) (I have not read enough Norse sagas). Gollum, though, is associated with the underground and with water; he has his dark low pool; Grendel lives in a low dark pool (with his mum). Even being cast out by a matriarch maaaaybe suggests something of Grendel’s Mother, who is just as much a main character, or perhaps more so; she’s the final boss of the Grendel bit of Beowulf, after all. So in conclusion: yeah I see your point! I'd be curious to figure out what else is being folded in. However, assuming the Grendel similarities are on purpose, congrats to Tolkien for the only good Beowulf adaptation ever.

#astro lotr #i was trying to find the passage i was referencing in cs lewis but im sorry i read that in 2019 in a pizza parlor and i am late for work #always think critically of your sources especially if they are me!! etc etc

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wordbunch · 1 year

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The Hobbit re-read: favorites, thoughts and honorable mentions

thank u to my tumblr besties for encouraging me to rant abt this book for a little while, and brace yourselves for a LOOONG post; aka We're Going On An Adventure!

this quote abt Gandalf: "tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion" like. THIS exactly is Gandalf to me ✨✨✨

the whole good-morninged sequence (as if he was selling buttons at the door! can you imagine! By belladonna tooks SON of all people!!!) 😱

"a cake or 2 would do him good after this fright" me too bilbo

"he had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short" me too bilbo 🍰

Gandalf constantly selling Bilbo's skills to the company and just hyping him up and believing in him all the time!!!! most excellent and audacious hobbit!!! 😎

"this was thorin's style... if he had been allowed he would probably have gone like this until he was out of breath" aka he is Dramatic and Important

"bilbo was getting excited and interested again so that he forgot to keep his mouth shut" how many times will i write ME TOO BILBO in this post

"THE EXPLANATION DID NOT SEEM TO EXPLAIN" 💯💯💯

gandalf: i found him in the dungeons of the necromancer; thorin: girl what were YOU doing at the necromancer's??? 🧐🧐🧐 gandalf: finding things out as usual O M G like what else would he be doing there 😚

bilbo constantly wishing he was back home as soon as he left

"off bilbo had to go before he could explain that he could not hoot even once like any kind of owl" yall this book has so many funny moments but like in a very chill humor way

the fact that one of the TROLLS is called WILLIAM 😂😂😂

"i am a good cook myself, and cook better than i cook" okay bilbo rizz 😏🔥

"they had not at all enjoyed lying there listening to the trolls making plans for roasting them" you don't say. i love this deadpan humor SO MUCH jrrt snapped

that whole beautiful iconic description of kind as summer elrond

"their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers, and their hopes" WHEN will i go to rivendell 😩

"there is nothing like looking if you want to find something" thorin life coach realness 👏🏼👏🏼

thoring gesturing at a miserable desolate land: these tRuLy hOspiTabLe moUnTaiNs 😍

then gandalf lit up his wand. oF coUrSe it wAs gaNdaLf, but they were too busy to ask how he got there. 4ever mood

he thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen ME TOO BIL- 🍳

"Gollum brought up memories of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his grandmother in a hole by a bank by a river" this kind of made me cry. it brings unexpected humanity to such an appalling character; kinda makes you want bilbo to spare him eventually

and the fact itself that bilbo felt so bad for him he decided to just leave him be

"you would have laughed (from a safe distance)" LOVE how JRRT puts random little comments addressed to the reader

gandalf just being like ok i gotta go do other things now. good luck besties. ✌🏼😚

beorn: what are you, a traveling circus? and he is actually right 🤪

"you have got to look after all these dwarves for me, gandalf laughed" and i cried

bilbo being like hmm how will i get down from this tree (except by falling)

bilbo's song while killing gigantic spiders "not very good...but you must remember he had to make it up himself in a very awkward moment"

the dwarves starting to respect him and bowing down until they FALL OVER is such a comical image to me

the whole alluring magic of the elvish feast in the forest which disappears when they get closer!! a whole fairytale mr tolkien!!! 😍

thranduil is a greedy b <3 and especially VERY fond of wine 🍷🍷🍷

"i will lock you all in again and you can sit there comfortably and think of a better plan" bilbo badass mode and we love to see it 💋

tolkien being like WELL u can laugh but you wouldn't have done any better if u were him. real.

when they're in dale i love the numerous references to "songs and stories of old" and all of them basically being a living legend and turning their stay in dale into a public holiday and spectacle

thorin is cocky af

/freeze frame/ "you are familiar with thorin's style on important occasions so i will not give you any more of it" its ok jrrt, let him be a drama queen 👑

bilbo when he takes some gold from smaug being like "this will show them!!!1!1" 😠😠

sassy bilbo strikes again with "did you expect me to trot back with the whole hoard of thror on my back? if there's any grumbling to be done i think i might have a say" GO OFF KING 👏🏼

i just rly love him okay, he stole my heart in this book like a real legitimate professional burglar that he is

"i am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly" etc. basically this whole exchange btw bilbo and smaug is pure gold (pun not intended) 🤫

talking birds that eavesdrop. enough said.

the descriptions of the arkenstone which make you actually want to have it too. genius. there could be no two such gems, even in so marvellous a hoard, even in all the world." 💎💎💎

the harps (untouched by the dragon who had a small interest in music).. WHY is this so funny to me

bilbo putting on some elvish DRIP and being like ✨✨ i feel magnificent ✨✨ (but probably look dumb 😩)

"this is the great chamber of thror" ok thorin the tour guide king

BARD MY KING i love one (1) man 🎯

bilbo being absolutely against any wars or battles and just wanting to go home BUT also being a sneaky lil shit who takes the arkenstone to bard and thranduil BUT also still not wanting to leave his dwarf buddies

when he gives them the gem "not without a shudder, not without a glance of longing" AHHH i want it!

ambiguous gandalf returning. always love to see it

"if you don't like my burglar, please don't damage him" 🙄 ffs thorin chill

"you are not making a very splendid figure as king" yes gandalf call him out

defeat seems "very uncomfortable, not to say distressing" to bilbo. we love.

the fact that he was just knocked out cold during the battle so thur we know very little abt what really happened?? jrrt genius writing hack. might use this one 🤔

fili and kili deserved a better sendoff than just mentioning that they died. come on.

thorin's last words and reconciliation w bilbo... PLEASE I WILL CRY until i throw up. "it has been more than any baggins deserves." "no! there is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly west. some courage and some wisdom blended in measure. if more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."

i might still be crying

"tea is at 4 but any of you are welcome at any time" my heart... ❤️😭 Guess he's no longer scared of running out of cake

bilbo gifting thrandy a necklace as an apology for eating and drinking his stuff secretly, king shit 😉

bilbo having the absolute NERVE to say to ELVES "your lullaby would wake a drunken goblin". wig wig

he deadass borrowed a handkercheif from freaking ELROND 😳

bilbo arriving home to being presumed dead and his stuff literally being auctioned off

"it was a long time before he was in fact admitted to being alive again…" and sackville-bagginses having sm beef with that HAHAHA

he lost his reputation but he lived his best life so who's the winner here 😌😌😌

the closing lines "you are a very fine person, mr baggins, and i am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all" "thank goodness! said bilbo laughing."

like. THIS. literally embodies everything. he is just a little guy. just some smol person. BUT STILL had a say in how BIG things happened. BUT he remains happy to be just a smol simple person.

overall an incredibly fun read and it was way more genuinely FUNNY than i anticipated. bilbo is a whole mood. thorin is a diva. gandalf is there to start shit and hype up bilbo. jrrt with random author's notes throughout the book gives me life.

#the hobbit #jrr tolkien #tolkien #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #lotr #Bagginshield #fili and kili #Gandalf #Lotr #Lord of the rings #Lotr meta #Lotr shitpost #from my pocketses

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Hey, all,

I have long been tempted to do a readthrough/commentary of the Hobbit/LOTR because other people did it* and I am nothing but imitative. As it happens I have had the immense good fortune to find a copy of The Hobbit for 50 cents at the thrift store** so I am tentatively planning a readthrough, which (if it comes to pass) will be over on my dreamwidth, and will start in January because I have so many other things going on in the Thanksgiving+Christmas season.

so why post about it now, well, for two reasons:

I would kind of like to talk about the different adaptations of The Hobbit in vidya games, comics and such, so if you know of an obscure one I would love to hear about it. I want to start collecting material and figuring out how to present it. (and if it goes well I might eventually do the same for lotr so go ahead and send lotr stuff too if you're willing)

and I have a related dilemma

I have not watched the peter jackson hobbit movies. And those suckers are long, all together, so if I decide to watch them, it might take me until january to get around to finishing all of it.

Now, usually, I am a very open minded and wonderful person (uwu) who doesn't decide how to feel about something before trying it. I stayed open-minded about the Ralph Bakshi movie! And I liked parts of it! However, I don't think I would enjoy jacksonhobbit. I have seen a lot of pieces of it floating around the Internet and it looks like everything I didn't like about the LOTR movies but without most of the things that made up for it. With that in mind, I at first wasn't planning to watch those movies before doing a commentary of the book, because it would take up quite a few hours of my life and my review would be mostly whining**. I don't think my perspective on those movies is oh so unique or insightful enough that a critique from me would elevate past whining and these movies are well known enough that anyone reading my posts probably has their own opinions already and I don't need to tell them what the pj hobbit movies are.

But on the other hand, without seeing those movies, my review would be somewhat incomplete. And maybe some people like whining. I don't know. Nostalgia Critic still gets a lot of views, guys.

TL;DR i thought I would subject the question to the gladiatorial arena of the tumblr poll. I might not do exactly what the poll says in the end but it gives me something to consider.

*I refer specifically to tolkien-feels and frodo-with-glasses who have already done this better than I will. I'm sure many, many other people have also done it, but those are the two accounts I personally read.

**i also found the two towers and rotk, from the same set! but not fellowship. like this post to increase my luck that i will somehow also find fotr from this same set, for fifty cents at the same thrift shop, weeks after finding the rest of the books. it sounds unlikely, but it was unlikely to find any of the series at that thrift shop, and here they sit on my shelf

*** i saw a comment once on youtube that said something to the effect of 'the pj hobbit movies arent great but I've never seen anyone complain about their depiction of gollum' and I just... have a feeling I could be the one to prove that statement wrong. And the thing is, that statement doesn't need to be proved wrong.

#stupid post #long post #talky post #rant?

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Why Eru Didn’t Trip Gollum: Providence, Free Will, and Con-creation in The Lord of the Rings—Part 1 of 5

Author’s Note: The following essay was written between Nov. of 2020 and June of 2021 and was itself an expansion on a short social media post that was that written in 2018. The version presented here has undergone further editing for length, but represents work from an earlier stage in my research and writing journey—I hope I have grown since then. Some ideas which first appear in this essay including the notions of “Con-creation,” “Story as Emergent Property of Eä,” and “The Infinite Variety of God” are all things I would like to develop into papers one day, but after so many years of this sitting in Google Drive, I simply want to get it out there. I’ll deal with the papers later. I am cross-posting this from my long-form blog (DM if you'd like the link) in 5 parts because it is very long. Works Cited will be included only in this post, part 1, so I don't have to repeat it.

Part 1: Introduction

Here’s a question: in the climactic moment of The Lord of the Rings, who was responsible for the Ring’s destruction? Was it Frodo? Gollum? Maybe Sam? Alternatively, was it Eru? Is there a sense in which we could say it was Sauron, or even the Ring, itself?

There’s a reading of the climax of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings that takes a strong stance on the answer to the above questions. It’s a reading that has floated around fan spaces since at least the mid 2000s. Put simply it states that Gollum’s Ring-destroying fall into the Cracks of Doom as he “danced too close to the edge” was not directly caused by his careless dancing, but rather was the result of him being “pushed” or “tripped” by Eru, Tolkien’s Creator-God. The argument for this reading appears to be centered on the contents of a letter Tolkien addressed to Amy Ronald in July of 1956 (hereafter referred to per its designation in The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien as Letter 192). In it Tolkien explains that the climax at the Cracks of Doom represents a time in the story where “the Other Power took over,” completing the task that Frodo was incapable of completing on his own (Tolkien, Letters 252). The “tripped” interpretation of this moment appears to assign to Tolkien’s statement in Letter 192 the meaning that Gollum was made to fall by a singular, direct, unilateral act of Eru—that is: divine intervention—a literal deus ex machina as the “finger of God” intruded into history. This reading of Letter 192 is prominent enough in fan consciousness that as of this writing, even the entry for “Eru Ilúvatar” on One Wiki to Rule Them All lists it alongside The Drowning of Numenor as one of four moments in the history of Middle-earth when Eru actively and miraculously intervened (“Involvement”), an association that is significant for reasons which will soon become clear.

This reading of the scene, and of the Letter used to argue for it, is highly selective and disregards both the context of said letter and numerous pieces of evidence that suggest contrary readings, both within the text of The Lord of the Rings and outside of it. It also requires mischaracterizing the very present and widely-recognized functioning of Providence in Eä by recasting it instead as miracle. Additionally, if true, it would work to undermine some of the most prominent themes in The Lord of the Rings, including those themes Tolkien, himself, identifies within his letters, damaging the work’s dramatic unity and rendering The Lord of the Rings unsatisfactory from a narrative perspective. Most important for my purposes, I believe that this very unsatisfactory-ness is evidence that this reading cannot be true without running afoul of one of the most important underlying aspects of the metaphysics of Tolkien’s Legendarium—the “story-nature” of Eä.

I will “unweave” this interpretation and then “reweave” the loosened threads of story into a different pattern, one I am calling “con-creation.” In my usage “con-creation” is the total continuous creative activity (by which I also mean choice-making about mundane things) of all creatures capable of choice, across all time—rather than the creative activity of a set number of said individuals greater than one (“co-creation”)—as a means of creating in concert with a Prime Creator who supports the total product of con-creation by supplying it with primary being. It could be likened metaphorically to the production of an improv-heavy play. This idea is so central to The Lord of the Rings in particular and to Tolkien’s Legendarium in total that it—like eucatastrophe—”rends the web of story” (Tolkien, Tolkien On Fairy-stories 76) and enters into the real world, encompassing the reader as well.

[Continue to PART 2: Catching the Snag]

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Works Cited

“Involvement.” Eru Ilúvatar, One Wiki to Rule Them All, lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Eru_Ilúvatar. Accessed 16 Nov. 2023.

Blount, Douglas K. “Uberhobbits: Tolkien, Nietzsche, And The Will To Power.” The Lord of the Rings and Philosophy: One Book to Rule Them All, edited by Gregory Bassham and Eric Bronson. Carus Publishing Company, 2003.

Caldecott, Stratford. “Over the Chasm of Fire: Christian Heroism in the Silmarillion and The Lord of the Rings.” Tolkien: A Celebration, edited by Joseph Pearce. London: Harper Collins, 1999.

Dubs, Kathleen, “Providence, Fate, and Chance: Boethian Philosophy in The Lord of the Rings.” Twentieth Century Literature, vol. 27, no. 1, 1981, pp. 34-42.

Hibbs, Thomas. “Providence and Dramatic Unity in The Lord of the Rings.” The Lord of the Rings and Philosophy: One Book to Rule Them All, edited by Gregory Bassham and Eric Bronson. Carus Publishing Company, 2003.

Ivey, Christin. “The Presence of Divine Providence in the Absence of ‘God’: The role of Providence, Fate, and Free Will in Tolkien’s Mythology.” The Corinthian, vol. 9, no. 1, 2008, pp. 189-99.

Kocher, Paul. Master of Middle-earth. New York: Ballantine Books, 1978.

McIntosh, Jonathan. The Flame Imperishable: Tolkien, St. Thomas, and the Metaphysics of Faerie. Kindle ed., Angelico Press, 2018.

Meyer Sparks, Patricia. “Power and Meaning in The Lord of the Rings.” Understanding The Lord of the Rings: The Best of Tolkien Criticism, edited by Rose A. Zimbardo and Neil D. Isaacs. New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004.

Purtill, Richard. J.R.R. Tolkien: Myth, Morality, and Religion. Ignatius Press, 2003.

Sandwell, Ian. “Lord of the Rings almost had a much darker ending.” Digital Spy, 4 Mar. 2021, http://www.digitalspy.com/movies/a31925985/lord-of-the-rings-ending-frodo-gollum/. Accessed 17 Sept. 2021.

Tolkien, J. R. R.. “The Hunt for the Ring.” Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth, edited by Christopher Tolkien, Annotated ed., Kindle ed., Mariner Books, 2012.

—. The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien. Edited by Humphrey Carpenter, 1st ed., Kindle ed., Mariner Books, 2014.

—. The Lord of the Rings: One Volume. 50th Anniversary ed., Kindle ed., Mariner Books, 2012.

—. Morgoth’s Ring. Vol. 10 of The History of Middle-earth, edited by Christopher Tolkien. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1993.

—. “Osanwe-kenta.” The Nature of Middle-earth, edited by Carl F. Hostetter. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2021.

—. The Peoples of Middle-earth. Vol. 12 of The History of Middle-earth, edited by Christopher Tolkien. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1996.

—. Sauron Defeated. Vol. 9 of The History of Middle-earth, edited by Christopher Tolkien. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1992.

—. The Silmarillion. Edited by Christopher Tolkien, Reissue ed., Kindle ed., Mariner Books, 2012.

—. Tolkien on Fairy-Stories. Edited by Verlyn Flieger and Douglas A. Anderson. London: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2014.

Wood, Ralph C.. “Conflict and Convergence on Fundamental Matters in C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.” Renascence, vol. 55, no. 4, 2003, pp. 315-38.

#Why Eru Didn’t Trip Gollum #Tolkien #The Lord of the Rings #The Silmarillion #On Fairy-stories #eucatastrophe #providence #free will #miracle #Eru #Gollum #Frodo #Anthrabeth Finrod ah Andreth

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buckleburyblog · 4 months

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LOTR Characters as things I did when I was younger, Part 2:

-> Part 1

- Faramir: Going ice skating with a friend who jokingly dragged me into the middle of the rink and tried to make me slip, only to have it backfire when I somehow turned it back on her and made her lose her balance whilst I stayed upright. (Don't know if this fits w/ Faramir but I feel like he's the type of person to have pranks on him somehow accidentally backfire for whoever's trying to prank him).

- Eomer: Befriending one of the largest horse in the stables that I used to go riding at easily despite the fact that the people working there said he hated most people and wouldn’t cooperate when they took him for rides.

- Eowyn: I genuinely forgot how to cook a dish I cooked regularly for like half an hour and had to physically leave the kitchen to do something else to get my brain to reset. (Happened like last year, but it fits with Eowyn's -10/10 cooking skills so I had to use it here).

- Arwen: Whenever I went with my parents to the local RSPB (a wildlife conservation charity) I used to find the bees on the flowers and literally pet them. I also used my coat to straight up carry them by just gently trapping them inside it (I swear no bees were harmed).

- Elrond: Jokingly being known as Dad by my friend group in secondary school. (Years later it is still a running thing with some of them to the point that their friends, who are a bit younger, genuinely only know me/refer to me as Dad).

- Galadriel: I did karate for a while and one of my favourite games that we'd do at the end of the 'term' was when we had to balance on one leg and the last to put theirs down won. The longer it carried on the more rules there were like: not being allowed to wobble, the instructor putting his foot close to our face or making us laugh, and in the finals you had to close your eyes so you couldn't see who was still in. I always won it whenever we played bc I was competitive af (and there were like GROWN ADULTS in this class that I beat as well).

- Gollum: Spent a few hours messing around by a stream with a little fishing net but got distracted at some point whilst in the water and let go of the net without realising. It got taken by the current and I was too small and slow to catch up to it so I lost it. (Cried when I realised I had lost it ;-;)

- Treebeard: Would have a go at some of the boys in my primary school who snapped the small branch off of the tree me and my friends named Steve because "they hurt it" & it meant we couldn't swing on it anymore.

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trahald-the-burrower · 7 months

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Gollum - Sméagol's actions are defensive, not offensive.

What I mean by that is that most of the "bad" things he does, were done to him first. The actions are reciprocal.

"We be nice to them if they be nice to us" -- he wasn't lying. He very much lives by this -- "I will give to you what you give to me."

(Example: Frodo removes the rope from his neck, Sméagol saves Frodo from drowning.)

EXAMPLES PROVING THAT SMEAGOL'S ACTIONS WERE DEFENSIVE RATHER THAN OFFENSIVE

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Example 1: The Finding of the Ring (Return of the King)

"Sméagol chokes Déagol."

Déagol actually choked him first (behind the scenes have said they made Déagol choke Sméagol first so that viewers would realize that "it could have gone either way" -- Déagol intended to kill.)

Example 2: FOTR - ROTK

"Gollum tries to get the ring back."

Well, of course he does, he was robbed. Somebody literally came into his home and stole his favorite thing, then handed it down to their nephew. I'd be trying to get it back, too. He's not over here thinking "oh, it's a ring of power that needs to be destroyed!" he's thinking he's been robbed, stolen from -- and rightfully so.

Example 3: The Taming of Sméagol (The Two Towers)

"Gollum attacks the hobbits."

Actually, THEY attacked HIM.

He was not in a offensive stance, here. He was not in a position to choke, or attack, he was in a position to take. He was simply going to grab the ring and then, no doubt, flee.

The hobbits are the ones that woke up and yanked him down. This is when he decided to attack.

He doesn't like to put himself in harm's way when he doesn't have to. It's always a last resort.

Example 4: Gollum's Plan (The Two Towers)

"Sméagol decides to betray the hobbits."

But… According to Sméagollum, Frodo betrayed him first (and Sam was never good to him in the first place). Frodo did exactly what Sméagol ends up doing. Frodo manipulated him ("good Sméagol, nice Sméagol, trust Master, come!") and lured him over only so that he could get captured, blind-folded, and beaten severely.* In Sméagollum's mind, Frodo knew this was going to happen, he set it up to happen, he allowed it to happen. Sméagol does the same, back -- he manipulates Frodo, he lures him to Shelob's Lair, so that Frodo can be captured and eaten up.

*Side note: he was not told he wouldn't be killed by these men. It's very possible, if not likely, that he thought they were going to kill him in the moment. He thought Frodo allowed this.

(And another thing -- Frodo in the books promised he'd protect Sméagol. Sméagol in The Two Towers refers to it at a point, despite the fact that we never got a scene in the movies where Frodo makes the promise. At the end of The Two Towers, Sméagol says "Master wouldn't hurt us!" to which Gollum responds "Master broke his promise!" You could look at Sméagol saying "Master looks after us now", before he expells Gollum, as his repeating Frodo's promise, too -- "I will look after you/I will protect you". Anyway, Sméagol in Return of the King manipulatively says to Frodo "Sméagol look after Master". In his mind, he is looking after Frodo in the same way Frodo looked after him... by leading him get hurt.)

"Why does it cry, Sméagol...?"

"Naughty little fly, why does he cry?"

Example 5: The Parting of Sam and Frodo (The Return of the King)

"Sméagol gets rid of the lembas bread and frames Sam."

In The Two Towers, Sam said Sméagol should starve. "Starve, then, and good riddance!" He then ate the lembas bread right in front of Sméagol ("stuffed his face," if you will), to rub it in; the fact that he could eat it and Sméagol couldn't.* (He also ripped the rabbit Sméagol was eating right out of his hands.)

(continuing with a reblog due to 30 images per post limit)

#gollum #sméagol #smeagol #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #smeagolsfriend #andy serkis #peter jackson #the hobbit #lotr #defensive #analysis #sméagol analysis #gollum analysis

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You do know they’re actually making a Gollum movie right?? The joke from the “if LOTR was the MCU” post is literally coming true irl and idk how I feel about that. For all we know, Tom Bombadil: Civil War and all the others might actually happen irl too 😂

(in reference to this post)

K I just googled it and storms. Another movie added to the list of Things I Won't Watch. And the post was made in 2022??? Dodgeball of prophecy right there.

All I can say is please no it's been ruined enough

#thanks for the ask!#lotr #gollum movie #mcu

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i know you didn't officially name her so take the naming with a pinch of salt (and the knowledge that yeah, it is a billie reference) but i drew jack's sweet old lady pittie to go with gollum and s'mores! :D

oh my GOD hitch what the fuck... man you got that little seal-shaped pittie head down PERFECTLY... and her big ol smile and her big warm eyes... im gonna weep...

yknow i was toying with the name 'lady' just cause i love seeing big animals with Noble, Distinguished names. idk why i just find it so funny. why yes she IS a lady, little miss lady, isn't she just divine? but holy fuck DAISY? daisy. DAISY. it's perfect. we're jotting that down right away. a billie reference that specifically relates to the feeling of never allowing yourself to be beaten down and to keep rising back up every year no matter what... its perfect. its PERFECT. and her little flower crown too??? i know jack made that himself. i know he goes full dog-photographer whenever they go to the park. i know he volunteers to take pictures of all the shelters bully breeds with lovely little flowers to show how sweet they really are. hitch this rules thank you so much.

#MY GIRL!!! MY GIRL!!! LOOK AT MY GIRL!!!#thank you hitch youre wonderful!!!#daveys terrible cat au #newsies #art hoard

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Part 36 - Beauty and the Freak

The Promise

Veronica

"Edward Munson, where are you taking me?"

He looked over at me and gave me a sly smile." If I told you Princess it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

" Your awfully cheeky today aren't we?" I smiled at him.

" Look Darlin, this is our last weekend together before you leave, we have got to make the most of it."

" I absolutely agree." I stared at him for a minute, I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes , he looked over at me.

" No baby, you promised." He said in his soothing, quiet voice.

" I know I did, but it was an unrealistic expectation of myself and I apologize!" I felt a tear escape and roll down my cheek. I reached into his glovebox and pulled out a napkin. " I'm going to miss looking at your handsome face and looking into your beautiful brown puppy dog eyes." I dabbed at my eyes.

" Oh Sweetheart ," he reached over with one hand and cupped my cheek. " It's only a month-"

" Only a month, we have barely been apart for more than a weekend !"

" I know, but then we are going to be living together! Waking up in the same bed together, cooking dinner together, snuggling up on the couch together. Think about that instead, that is what I have been doing! Think of all the good that's coming up after that month apart!"

I mopped up my tears. " Alright hairy-bear , I will do my best."

" So Hairy-bear is sticking? It's a thing?"

I smiled." You don't like it? "

" I don't hate it, " he paused." But isn't there anything else? I love it when you call me baby-"

" I call you baby 90% of the time, or Eds. You call me Ronnie, Princess, Sweetheart, kitten, Darlin. I want more options for you. There was Studmuffin, Sweetcheeks, my little Metalhead-"

" I like that one-"

" But it's too long. Sugar lips? "

" Absolutely not Sugar lips!"

I lowered my voice. " Dungeon Master Munson."

" There we go, that's it!" He smiled and laughed." But you can only say it in that voice!"

"Nope." I sat back in my seat trying to think of more nicknames." Pookie? Snookums? Snuggle bunny?"

" Jesus Christ," he laughed." It just keeps getting better and better."

"Ah-ha!!!!" I smiled widely and pointed at him." Your My Precious."

He smiled." Love the Lord of the Rings reference.! My little Gollum."

" Your my Hairy little Hobbit."

" That's not exactly sexy babe."

" We shall see. I'm totally going to make them sexy."

He smiled and turned onto a side road."We are almost there Sweetheart."

" I'm surprised you didn't blindfold me this time."

" Later." He smirked and winked.

I laughed. Surprise dates with Eddie were always my favorite. He was an outside the box kind of guy, sometimes it was a stroll through the woods, or sitting under the stars or parking the van in the woods and listening to the rain fall on the roof, cuddled up in the back. Those are some of my favorite moments.

The van came to a stop, Eddie looked over at me and smiled." Almost there!" He got out of the van and came around and opened my door, always a gentleman. I swung my legs around and he took my hand helping me out. He took a minute to look me over from head to toe, his eyes slowly roaming over me, I watched slow smile spread across his lips. I chose to wear a purple off the shoulder sundress with little white flowers on it that flared at the waist. It rested just above the knee. And on my feet I wore white ballerina flats. I pulled half of my hair back with a clip then let the rest of my curls fall down around my shoulders. My Guitar pick necklace hanging right above my cleavage, perfect, and I had silver hoops in my ears.

" You look so Goddamn beautiful." He slowly leaned forward and kissed me. As he did he slowly walked me backwards and pushed me up against the van. I smiled against his lips. I felt his hands on my hips, then my waist, rib cage then my breast. It made my body light right up. He made a noise as he pressed against me a little harder. I lightly nibbled on his lip. " Hey, what kind of girl do you think I am? " I murmured in his ear.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs automatically going around his waist. " Your my girl." He growled as his hands slid under the skirt of my dress.

" I am your girl." I smiled. " Wow, this is quite the way to start our date."

" I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just, that dress,"he trailed off and kissed my neck, my shoulders.

I closed my eyes." Eddie," I breathed, running my fingers through his hair.

He nuzzled into my neck, I felt him sigh. He slowly pulled away.

I opened my eyes slowly." What's the matter baby?"

Eddie looked into my eyes," I got a little carried away Princess."

"You did?"

"I shouldn't have pounced on you like that."

" Baby, why do you think I wore this dress? I was hoping you would pounce on me."

He smiled. " The night is still young."

" I suppose I should unwrap myself from you?"

" Only temporarily." He helped me down." Now let's get this date officially started."

He took my hand and lead me through the woods, and suddenly I recognized where we were.

" We're going to the overlook? Where we had our first date?"

There was a little clearing and there it was. Laid out before me a blanket with pillows and flowers and a perfect little picnic. I brought a hand to my heart." So beautiful!" I wrapped him up in my arms and kissed him hard, and hungrily, until I heard a branch snap and an "Oof."

I pulled away, my head spinning around. Then I heard harsh whispers:

"Dustin you clumsy Oaf! Jesus Christ! We were supposed to be discreet! Drop off the food so it would be warm then leave!" Steve reprimanded.

"It's not my fault that there are stumps everywhere for me to trip over!"

I looked at Eddie and smiled as he sighed and shook his head and ran a hand over his face. "Hey guys!"

We heard the footsteps stop, they knew they were busted, then they made their way over to us through the trees.

" Oh hey guys, fancy meeting you here." Steve smiled.

Dustin gave us a little wave and smiled. "What's up?"

" I have to say this is quite romantic Munson."

Eddie sighed." That's what I was going for, quiet, romantic, private-"

" We uh, tried to make a quiet getaway but Henderson here is a bumbling clutz."

Dustin put his hands on his hips." A bumbling clutz with a giant IQ –"

" Well thank you guys for helping out, that was super sweet of you!" I walked over and gave Dustin a hug." I tripped a couple of times walking in here too. Thanks for helping."

He blushed." You look really pretty Ronnie."

I smiled and kissed his cheek." Thank you, Dustybun. Be careful on your way out ok?"

" I will." He smiled

I turned to Steve and he smiled." You do look ravishing Miss Montgomery."

I curtsied. " Why thank you Mr. Harrington."

" Dustin got a hug and a kiss, do I get one too?" He smirked.

I gave him a hug than stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. " Thank you Steve ."

Eddie pat both guys on the back ."Thanks guys, " he motioned to the take out containers, " Want some fries for the road?"

" We already ate some." Dustin smiled.

Eddie laughed." I should have known."

Steve ran his hand through his hair." We're gonna head out, give you guys your alone time."

" Thanks again Harrington." Eddie shook his hand.

" Your welcome man." Steve turned to me." Be careful, I'm pretty sure he's going to put the moves on you."

" I'm counting on it." I smirked.

" On that note, we are out of here. Bye lovebirds." We watched the two walk away, Dustin tripping again and turning to see if we had noticed, we both looked away and pretended we didn't see it.

We sat down on the blanket that was neatly laid out and Eddie opened up the takeout containers, there were burgers and fries inside. He handed me a strawberry shake, my favorite, then took a sip of his chocolate one.

" So you had this all coordinated with the guys?" I smiled.

" Yeah, " he popped a fry in his mouth. "That's why I pulled away up at the van. Not my best timing. Either our food was going to get cold or they were going to witness something they didn't want to see."

" I'm pretty sure Steve wouldn't have looked away." I laughed." And by the way,I think I have blue balls from that little tease up at the van."

Eddie nearly spit out his shake. " Jesus Christ!" He laughed." Like I said, not my best timing. You just look so fucking good, you smell amazing, I just couldn't keep my hands off you. I like the off the shoulder sleeve thing you've got going on. It's very sexy. "

I smoothed out the front of my dress and smiled, " I thought you would like it. I wanted to look pretty for you."

" Your gorgeous no matter what you wear. And babe, I promise I will make up for the blue balls."

" You better, I didn't get all dolled up like this for nothing. I expect some more action, like all the way action. Don't hold out on me Sweetcheeks."I raised my eyebrows at him.

" I fucking love you Veronica Montgomery."

" I fucking love you too Edward Munson."

" We were literally made for each other I swear to god."

" Soulmates."

We ate in silence for a few minutes, not awkward silence at all, just lost in our thoughts. When we finished I crawled closer to Eddie and cuddled up in his lap. He kissed the top of my head.

He reached over and pulled his camera out from a backpack that was beside him."Remember the pictures we took on our first date? I thought we could take a few more, you know so you could bring them to Illinois with you."

I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek." Your so sweet. Can I take a couple of you? So when someone asks if I have a boyfriend I can show them your picture and they can be totally jealous?"

Eddie smirked. " Only if you let me take at least one sexy one of you to keep by my bed."

" Ok." I took the camera from him. "Alright Studly, smile." He smiled and it made me melt. I snapped his picture then pulled out the Polaroid, set it aside." A goofy one!"

He made devil horns with his fingers and stuck out his tongue. I snapped another one. " You so fucking cute I can't stand it!"

" My turn!" He took the camera from me, "Sexy photo time."

I sat up on my knees, wrapped my arms around myself and hiked the girls up a little bit, creating some pretty impressive cleavage. I bit my lip and tilted my head a little. I didn't feel sexy but the look in his eye told me it was exactly what he wanted.

" Holy fuck." He snapped the picture and licked his lips. " That's ah, that's a good one."

I smiled." For your eyes only."

" There is no way I would show this to anyone else." He waved the photo in the air as it processed." This is fucking fire baby. One more then we will try to get one together. Lay back."

I laid on my back and fixed my dress. Eddie straddled me, smiling as he looked down at me. He spread my hair out behind me, placed one of my hands on my chest.

" You like taking pictures don't you?" I smiled up at him as he fiddled with my hair.

" I like taking pictures of you. You're the perfect model." He gave me his most special smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. God I loved him, with every fiber of my being. " Hold on a second, I have something that would make this picture even more amazing," he put down the camera, turned and reached into his backpack. I closed my eyes as the sun beat down on my skin, it was so warm it felt wonderful. I could feel his body still hovering above me, he took my hand in one of his, and I felt him slide something onto my ring finger. "There, now it's perfect."

My eyes popped open and I stared up into his beautiful face, his eyes locked with mine. He held my hand up in front of me, I gasped. He had slid a gorgeous oval amethyst ring with little diamonds on either of it onto my finger. It was breathtaking as the sun sparkled off of it. " Veronica Montgomery," he smiled as he looked down at me." I knew when I saw you sitting in the back row of Ms. O'Donnell's classroom that first day of school that there was something special about you. Something drew me to you, I don't know if it was your enchanting eyes or your shy smile but it sucked me right in. Then when we started writing notes and the sass came out, I knew that I liked you. I would try so hard to concentrate on my work when you were tutoring me but I would get so distracted by your eyes, your lips, the way you always smell like fresh flowers. I would forget my books on purpose just so I could lean in a little closer and share yours with you. I thought I was going to lose my shit when Harrington asked you out, I thought that I had missed my opportunity, that I had lost you ,but thank god, you didn't feel that spark. I knew that I couldn't screw around anymore because if I did and you met someone else, it would break my heart. I was so head over heels and I had no idea if you even felt anything for me other than friendship. When we kissed I felt it, that spark that ignited into a full on flame and I knew then you felt it too." He kissed my hand, and I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, " This past year has been THE best year of my life. I cannot think of my world without you in it. I can't wait to see what the future brings for us. I know that we are young and we haven't known each other for very long but to me it feels like I have known you my whole life, that we were destined to be together and that we really were made for each other. This ring is a symbol of my love and my promise to be fully committed to you, I wanted you to have it before you went off to college so that you would know just how serious I am about us. You are it for me Baby."

"Eddie, " I sat up and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. " I love you so much. I am yours forever. It's US forever."

He pulled away and wiped the happy tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. I could see tears in the corners of his eyes as he smiled at me.

" You and me baby." He slid his hand behind my head and pulled my lips to his. The kiss was so sweet and tender, with so much feeling. When we pulled apart we just sat there holding each other.

I held my hand out and looked at the ring in amazement." It's so beautiful Eddie, it's an amethyst right? I love it!"

" It is, and according to Robin , Amethyst helps with mental focus and stress reduction, I don't know how true that is-"

I blinked up at him." Robin knows about this?"

He smiled." She was my partner in crime, she asked to borrow some jewelry so we could figure out what size ring you wore."

" That tricky little shit! I had no idea! I can't believe she knew all along and didn't tell me!!" My mind was blown.

" I made her promise, Steve too."

" Steve knew too? Holy shit!"

" They both went with me to pick it out. I knew I wanted the amethyst, purple is your favorite color, Steve told me to go with the oval shape, because it was a little more unique."

" It is perfect!" I smiled again." Oh Eddie,It must have been so expensive."

" Princess, it's a symbol of our forever."

" Your such a romantic." I leaned forward and kissed him again. " I love you so much."

" I've got one more picture to take." He smiled.

I laid back and he fixed my hair again took my hand and laid it on my chest.

" Your rack looks spectacular from up here."

I laughed and he snapped the picture. He pulled out the photo and set it aside.He laid down beside me and we both smiled up at the camera. He took one last photo then set down the camera. He picked up the last two pictures and looked at them. " This one is a fridge pic for your new apartment, this one and the other one go right beside my bed."

" So you can look at it before you go to bed and have sweet dreams?"

" So I can look at it when I am horny and I am missing you-"

" There you go being super romantic again." I laughed.

Off in the distance there was a rumble of thunder. " Oh shit, so much for the stargazing we were supposed to do. We better get back to the van before it starts to pour." We packed our things up quickly and threw them in Eddies backpack. We got halfway to the van when the sky opened up and it started to downpour."Fuck!" We ran through the woods slipping and sliding, laughing along the way. By the time we got to the van we looked like drowned rats. We dove into the front seats and closed the doors, just then there was a flash of lightning and a loud rumble of thunder. We both jumped and laughed. I looked over at Eddie and bit my lower lip. His shirt was soaked and clinging to his body. I leaned forward and lifted his shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor of his van. I watched his eyes roam over my body,I grabbed the skirt of my dress and pulled it up over my head so that I was sitting there in nothing but my bra and panties. I saw his breathing quicken, I reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans." Time to make good on your promise Munson?" I smiled and climbed into the back of the van where I snuggled into a sleeping bag that Eddie kept back there. He was in the back in a flash and sliding into the sleeping bag with me. As the rain poured down and the thunder rolled we made love in the back of the van in the middle of a thunderstorm.

I knew without a doubt that Eddie Munson was in fact the man for me. There was no one else in this world that could love me the way that he did. He was my rock, he kept me grounded. My life the last couple of years had been difficult, there were moments when I struggled, when I didn't know how I was going to make it through all of the changes and the challenges. I knew that with Eddie by my side I would never have to go through those kind of moments alone, and that he would always be there for me, the same way I would be there for him. I would give him all the love I had to give, and more because he was mine and he deserved it. I would do everything to make him happy, because he was my soulmate, my savior. I couldn't wait to see what the future has in store for us. I was made for loving him, and he was made for loving me.

The End

Thank you so much for taking the time and following me on this journey! I had no idea what I was doing 8 months ago when I started writing the first chapter, I had never written before .I have had so much fun writing this and I hope you have had just as much fun reading it! If you liked it please share my stories with others!

This isn't the end for Veronica and Eddie, see what the future has in store for them! Follow me and be on the lookout for Book 2 of the series- Made for you

Thanks again !!

#eddie fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson

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axe-of-ender · 2 years

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the post-banquet c!foolish stream was so good lore-wise but i was just reminded of how we had created the most ridiculous list ever. from that stream. so here you go.

here's a list of things chat said the egg sounded like.

prince philip

mickey mouse after chain smoking

jesus

donald duck

rat (bbh's dog)

callahan voice reveal

too many more below the cut + extras

george

cleopatra

jared

papa smurf

patches (dream's cat)

taylor swift

lil nas x

james charles

elphaba

sally

drip llama

jeffree star

charli d'amelio + dixie d'amelio

voldemort

ripoff emperor palpatine

gollum

nagini

the wicked witch

chat has also asked the egg:

to stop smoking

to lay off that weed

to touch some grass

to clear its throat

to drink some water

to get an inhaler

to eat a snickers

if it's single

and also:

made moana references

said "this is deffo flerting"

told foolish to shift dance in the holy water

told foolish to twerk on the egg (???)

told foolish to pop a choccy milk to make the pain go away

told foolish to whip and nae nae on the egg

recommended therapuffy

got distracted by one cow

said this is a wendy's sir, not therapy

said oogway saves the day once again

said enemies to lovers, foolish x egg slow burn (multiple times, all /j)

said 'disney princess arc;

said 'gay for the egg'

were referencing wilbur soot songs

wondered if foolish is hiding drugs and children in his basement

^ this is what chat looked like the whole time.

#foolish g #dsmp!foolish #c!foolish #dream smp #red banquet #fucking hell it's a long list #🍓 | ambrosia #outgoing mail

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estler · 2 years

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thoughts while reading The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

- I've known bilbo baggins for ten (10) minutes, but if anything happened to him, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself

- oh so I guess the dragon does make an appearance

- poor little posh bilbo and his pony

- Gandolf literally didnt do any magic, he just made sure the trolls kept arguing long enough for the sun to come up. fuckin legend.

- poor little bilbo stuck in the tree

- Gandolf was so worried about his friends that he went on ahead to make sure they weren't in any danger because he knows how easily they get into trouble

- he then found them in trouble and proceeded to mansplain manipulate their way out of it

- bilbo's never seen a mountain before

- bilbo really is just this rich dude who has never seen anything outside of his little hobbit community before

- did Tolkien really just say that goblins were the ones who created wmds???

- chapter 5. Just found the ring

- just a lil lonely trick boy gollum. just a nasty lil fellow. I love him

- Ohhhh the dwarves called bilbo a burgaler (because of Gandolf) and now that he's stolen the ring, he's a theif ITS COMING FULL CIRCLE

- I very much enjoy that it sounds like a story being told to you by a great grandfather or something. Like, the whole premise of this is that it's supposed to have happened long ago, and the creatures that once were, have now disappeared, or turned into us somehow

- the wolves fuckin talk

- EAGELS SPEAK TOO???

- pft queer lodgings... haha

- so... this dude is described as a "bear" in a chapter called "queer lodgings"...??? Okay I know the term queer meant something different back then but still, that's one hell of a coincidence

- and he gardens and keeps bees??? Was he ever supposed to be straight???

- so do weapons become "enchanted" in a certain way when you name them? Because it wasn't until Bilbo killed the first spider with the blade and gained confidence in himself to name it and use it did the spiders refer to it as a "bite." How would the spiders know that if there wasn't some sort of energy (magic or not) put into the blade by Bilbo.

- the giant spiders just remind me of some youtuber (I can't remember which one) doing a vr playthrough of skyrim and almost breaking their vr set because of that one spider cave

- he's stealing from the elves now. self fulfilling burgler profacy. you go king.

- I do enjoy the fact that there are different cultures amongst the elves. Like, not all of them are merry and wish to help everyone they come across, but there are some who, due to the place they live, have a distrust for strangers, and prefer to be left alone

- "He did not like being depended on by everyone..." (Tolkien 175) fucking same

- OHHH I REMEMBER THIS. They're going to ride in the wine barrels down and out of the wood elf caves. For some reason, I have a very distinct memory of people hiding in barrels going down a waterfall and I could never remember where that came from

- oh poor little bilbo and his cold

- it took some time for both the dwarves to fully respect bilbo, and for bilbo to have enough confidence in himself to act in situations where he was needed, even if he was still scared and just wanted to go home, but now they all trust one another, and are better for it.

- and we've found the dragon

- all I can hear is Benedict Cumberbatche

- oh shit, more talking birds

- and now he's stealing from the dwarves. that can't be good

- the town: hey why don't we make the guy killed the dragon (and didn't try to run away) our king

the (guy who tried to run away) leader: uh... hey what happened to the dwarves???

the guy who killed the dragon: ...who gives a fuck about the dwarves?

- oh wait. are the wood elves going to try and get the dwarf gold now that they thing Thorin and Co are dead? oh shit

- OH SHIT MORE TALKING BIRDS!!!

- side note: I fucking love ravens. Not just because they're goth and look cool, but also because they are really smart and I'm honestly really quite disgruntled that I don't live in an area that caters to those kinds of birds

- so I'm listening to an audio recording of someone reading the hobbit while I read it, and occasionally he'll throw in little comments here and there and in chapter 15 page 265 he goes "'We will bear no weapons against you, but we will leave you to your gold. You may eat that, if you will!' Ooo, that was sassy" and I just fucking lost it

- no no no thorin can't just die right at the end???

- oh my god he fucking DIED

- king under the mountain...

- FILI AND KILI ALSO DIED!?!? NO

- I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRY

- the dragon? dead

the goblins? overthrown

Thorin, Fili, and Kili? forever remembered

Bilbo? back in his armchair

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jhynka · 2 years

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hiii can i request hcs of chishiya and niragi with fem!s/o who is a book worm

SUGURU NIRAGI, SHUNTARO CHISHIYA X BOOKWORM S/O

HEADCANNONS

AN: This is my first req! srry it took long HAHAHHA

TAGLIST: @prodbyblush @nymeriaa

SUGURU NIRAGI

Honestly, when he's around people he will make fun of you like you're nothing

When you two are alone, however, he is talking about books for hours on end

As a child, he was one of those kids that the teachers adored because of his passion for books, and how much he read

As a teenager, he most probably read a lot of books on video games and their history. He'd be more into mecha dystopian novels rather than fantasy, but was an HP kid at one point and had fought on online forums with Percy Jackson kids

To sum it up, he read his fair share of books that are enough to talk to you without looking like more of a dumbass.

He likes to read a book with you in silence late at night where the both of you are comfy in your shared bed, tired but still wanting to spend time with each other

He has made countless references to classic novels whenever you both are joking around

If you're stuck in a book, and unintentionally ignoring him because of how invested you are he would just stare at you to see how long you could focus more on the book instead of him and would probably jokingly point his gun at you to see if you'd flinch

You didn't

If you two were already deep into your relationship, he would make the extra length to read a couple novels for you hehe

SHUNTAROU CHISHIYA

Would understand why you get so invested in books

Like Niragi, he read a bunch of books himself, not only pre-borderlands but probably read more books while in the borderlands

kind of a bookworm himself

He probably has read every book you've already read yourself so get ready for late-night analyses of your favorite characters of each novel you two have read

He loves fantasy mostly because it is, of course, fictional in which he uses his imagination to escape the hellhole of the borderlands

You compared him to Gollum for his height and the whole Beach was surprised you were still able to see the light of day

He likes to read you stories on the rooftop of the Beach while you both are enjoying the cold night breeze on the days the Beach isn't too noisy

Is the type of person to scold you over you reading in 'dark places' even though the sun is literally above your book because it might ruin your eyes

Loots one of those lamps that attach to your desk for you so that you won't eventually ruin your eyes by reading in dim lighting

Has read a bunch of strategy and self-help books, has read the 48 Rules Of Power. I mean, it's Chishiya what do you expect.

He explains the 48 Rules Of power to you non stop because he is more power-hungry than Niragi, to be honest

Gets invested in books himself and when both of you are, let's just say you both are spending the whole night reading.

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fedonciadale · 2 years

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I was talking to a friend about prophecies in LOTR, and she made some reference about Tolkien using Catholic word choice (something along those lines?) and that’s how he made the prophecy work (like switching things around?) I was just like “yeah, totally” because I was too embarrassed to ask. Can you explain this please? I am not Catholic, but I love reading LOTR series and would like to understand more. Thanks!

Hi there!

I'm not entirely sure, if this is a Catholic thing. I always thought that Tolkien's catholicism is visible in how he handles redemption arcs and the subject of pity, remorse, sin and salvation.

I think one of the most important things about LotR is that Frodo, the hero, fails. He fails because he is a fragile human being who cannot resist the pull of the Ring forever. At the same time, the task itself is fulfilled, and this happens because Bilbo and Frodo both at a much earlier point chose pity. The Bagginses (and to a certain extent Sam's) pity for Gollum is the one crucial lynchpin that makes a good ending possible. It's not a reward for their persistence, it's a gift that comes unexpectedly from one of their good deeds.

The prophecies and visions in LotR are not necessarily catholic I'd say, only in the sense that it is difficult to interprete them correctly and that they can mean something completely different than what seems to be obvious.

Some prophecies are straigth forward. "From ashes the fire will rise" (or something like that) is a prophecy of Aragorn's rise to kingship and there is not much room to wriggle around that. Other prophecies are more ambiguous. Aragorn has to choose the "Paths of the Dead" to bring help to Gondor and this is ambiguous and a bit ominous, but there is a solution where he doesn't have to die. Finding the right meaning helps our heroes to move forward. Using the "paths of the Dead" but as Isildur's heir is the solution that enables Aragorn to use the terrible ghosts to his advantage.

Then there are visions that show truth but can only be understood at the right moment. Sam sees Frodo lying as if sleeping of the path of Cirith Ungol but only when this really happens does Sam understand that Frodo was "dead" in his vision. Frodo is not really dead, but the important thing is that this "understanding" makes Sam take the ring - that doesn't fall into the Orcs' hands as a result.

Sometimes prophecies and visions can be misleading as well (and this is a trope that is older than catholicism). Denethor has a vision of the ships from Umbar sailing towards Minas Tirith and despairs because he doesn't know that Aragorn and help is on the ships. The people of Laketown have a prophecy about the river and the lake turning to gold when the King under the Mountain returns, and this prophecy gets fulfilled in a gruesome way when Smaug the dragon attacks their town and the river runs golden because of the fire that rains on the town.

So, Tolkien loved to play with prophecies and use them in different ways and not straight forward. We know that he thought that the prophecy in MacBeth and the solution about the forest coming down to tear MacBeth from his throne was a bit lame. He invented Ents to have a realy walking and vengeful forest!

If you had asked me, what I think gives Catholic vibes in Tolkien I would not have named the prophecies, to be honest. All in all, the catholicism is clearly there, but it's more about the low and deep currents than about the surface if you get what I mean.

People fail and they can be forgiven. Middle Earth is beautiful but it is not perfect. In the long run good acts pay off in ways we might not forsee. Boromir regrets his failure and saves Pippin and Merry. Merry saves Eowyn and Pippin saves Faramir. Boromir's sacrifice was not in vain. Bilbo pities Gollum and lets him live, so does Frodo and later Sam. Gollums - a tortured soul - betrays Frodo but in the end it is Gollum who saves the world because Frodo, the hero, failed.

It is never explicit. Gandalf says that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring but not by Sauron. By whom? The Valar? Illuvater himself? This question is never answered.

Thanks for the ask! It is a very interesting subject!

#anon ask #LotR #jrr tolkien #Prophecies in LotR #Catholicism in Tolkien's works

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nightlychaotic · 3 years

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Time Lost

For @nutellaneedsanap

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Marinette stared up at the Manor as they approached, butterflies in her stomach as they got closer.

"Are you sure about this, Dick? I should have at made some macarons or a pie or something."

"You really don't need to. If you're not ready, we can do this another night, I just thought since one of my brothers is here for once it would be a good chance to introduce you to everyone. I am sorry for springing this on you last minute."

"No no it's fine. Just a bit nervous."

Dick shot her a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine. Dinner won't be for another hour. We could walk around the grounds before we head in. Kill some time and relax?"

She nodded. "That sounds perfect."

The two walked, exploring the gardens and small wooded expanses on the ground when Marinette stopped, feeling as if all the air had been knocked from her.

"Jason! Hey come here. I want you to meet my girlfriend-"

"Marinette?"

"Jason Todd," she greeted, hesitating for a moment before enveloping him in a hug. "It's been too long."

"Way too long. I'll take the blame for that."

"I should hope so."

"You two know each other."

"We used to be friends when we were kids," Marinette replied.

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"Pen pals!"

"What?"

"We can be pen pals!" She repeated. I'll give you my address and we can write and send each other things."

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"I haven't heard from him in years though," Marinette finished. Jason winced.

"Sorry, dying tends to put a halt on any sort of communication.”

“You died."

"No, no no. It's just a saying. You know like 'I feel like death.' Life just got so busy I didn't have time to call or write back."

"Please don't lie to me, Jason. You died. I saw the articles after not hearing from you for three months."

Jason let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah I did."

"How are you alive then?"

"It's complicated."

"Natural, Medical, or Other?"

Jason paused when she said this."Marinette, what do you mean by other?"

"How did you come back?"

Dick looked between the two of them, brow furrowing. "Mar, what do you mean by other?" He repeated the question.

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Dear Marinette,

You'll never guess what happened! I met the Batman last night!

On a separate note, I'm getting adapted by Bruce Wayne. You know the really rich dude that owns like half of Gotham. I'm moving into Wayne Manor in the next few days. But keep addressing your letters here.

How are your projects going? You mentioned trying to add some sort of pattern to your dress. Success?

Your friend,

Jason

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Dear Jason,

ARE YOU OKAY?! What happened for you to meet the Batman? Were you in danger? From who? What happened?

Congratulations on the adoption! (That is a good thing right?)

Projects are going great! Almost done embroidering the flowers on the dress your referring to. They're coming out better than I thought they would.

There's been some weird things happening in Paris lately. My classmate, Ivan, he got possessed transformed I'm not quite sure into a stone gollum. Im not equipped to handle this. He's stopped and back to normal, but now others are turning into the same thing and freezing. I don't know what to do.

Let me know what the new house is like!

Sincerely your friend,

Marinette

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Marinette,

What the hell is happening in Paris? Are you okay? Are you in danger? If you need or want to get out of there you and your family can stay with me. Bruce has more than enough space and money to help you.

Please stay safe.

Your friend,

Jason

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Jason,

I'm fine. Ignore what I said in my last letter. Everything is being taken care of. Is it bad to say this is becoming a new normal? Paris has gained a couple of heroes to fight the Akumas. Everything is handled.

The Batman and Robin even showed up and had a look around. Why they were so far from Gotham I don't know but Alya was having a field trip with it. Luckily there was no incidents while they were in town.

I promise I'll be as safe as I can be.

Sincerely your friend,

Marinette

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"What do you think I mean?"

"Most people don't think of anything beyond medical care and miracles, so tell me what you think by other," Jason demanded. Marinette let out a breath glancing away."

"There's other forces in this world. Magic, rituals, wishes. None of it has a good end result typically. What's given comes with a cost to maintain balance. Rarely is it anything short of unpleasant, usually of a more disastrous scale. And I am going to take it that you came back by other means by your posturing on the subject."

"How do you know this, Marinette?"

"Considering the fact that you haven't been in my life for years, Jason, I have no obligation to answer that."

"Mar-"

"Why is this topic so important to you two? What's so concerning and urgent about this."

“It just is,” Dick said softly.

She shook her head. “That’s not an answer. I- I can’t deal with this right now,” she said softly before turning and taking off, ignoring their calls behind her.

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"Marinette! Where the hell are you?"

Marinette gave a small laugh. "The roof. It's easy to get there from my balcony."

"Why are you on the roof?"

"I like to be high up. It helps me to clear my head when I need to take a break and relax. Not much is going to be able to get to me and it allows me to just vent safe-” her sentence was cut off as a loud thundering shook the air.

Marinette whipped her head away from the screen. Looking towards the loud crash, she frowned.

"I'm so sorry Jason. Um, I need to run, there is another attack and I don't want to be sitting on potential ammunition. Reschedule?”

“Yeah, Yeah. Hell go get somewhere safe!”

“I will. Take care!”

“You too stay safe!”

“Same goes to you.”

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"How did you get up here?"

"I have my ways. You?"

"There are some perks of being the adopted son of the man who owns this building."

"How did you find me?"

"Remembered an old conversation we had about heights helping to clear minds. Shortly before you ran off the call."

"That was the last time we called before you died. Baby August had been akumatised again."

"You know, you never explained what was happening."

"Does it matter? It's over for three most part. I'm ready to leave what I can in the past. Besides I don’t see you offering anything about what has happened with you since you died. I understand if it’s hard to talk about. I don’t mean to push. I’m just worried. I know how screwy magic can get with stuff like that.”

“How?”

“Because my life’s been seeped in magic and its consequences for the past decade,” she said, softly.

“What?”

“Magic is so deeply entwined in my life at this point I have to know this stuff. The prices for shit like resurrecting the dead.”

“It was the Lazarus Pits.”

“Shit, Jason. Are you okay?”

“Better at least. It was rough there for a while. Fucking Ra’s and Talia-”

“Hell Jason. So that’s why you never replied. You were with them.”

Jason nodded, glancing away. Marinette shook her head, nudging him in the side. “I’m sorry. Maybe once we’ve reconnected a bit we can open up a bit more about what we’ve missed….What you and Dick are hiding from me…. and I might know someone who can help you too.”

“Really?”

“They might. But that’s better than nothing.”

He nodded standing, holding a hand to help her up. “C’mon, let’s get going before Dick thinks I’m trying to steal his girl.”

Marinette laughed. “Oh god no. You're like a brother to me.”

“That’s why I gotta make sure, he gets no funny ideas.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I gotta make up for lost time somehow.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

#MGI 1 year anniversary #maribat #jasonette #childhood friends to lovers #No beta i wrote this on a bus

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