Thorin forging stoves and pans and utensils engraved with flowers in the afterlife in Sansûkh because that's the things Bilbo would find useful instead of weapons, to the consternation of his family of jewelers and weapons mastersmiths FUCKS ME UP
I think we as a society need to let go of the idea that androgynous look is Tolkien-Elves (men) and lean toward the idea that the androgynous look can also be Tolkien-Dwarves (women)
This is good we love this
BUT THIS IS GOOD TOO ANDROGYNOUS CAN LOOK LIKE THAT
Currently reading Sansûkh because I am not able to move around much right now, and I was just thinking how like, all the interspecies ships HAVE to be collaborative works between Mahal and the other Valar, so basically they got together and made OC's specifically to fall in love and get married, and if that isn't fandom-coded behavior, idk what is.
Tldr: the Valar are a bunch of artist friends who get together and make dolls together so they can kiss and fall in love and get married 💕
-alright you want a real answer joey? the unexplainable pig in halls of mahal in chapter 37 which terrified the shit out of thorin. look it up. he's my favorite character.
I've finally read Sansûkh (and Tasâlalkhud) and it made me lose my fucking mind it's one of the best things I've ever read wtf
I cried SO MUCH ?? And it was so beautiful ??? And I wasn't left feeling hollow and depressed at the end ! Like the characters actually heal and get better and become at peace and happy, despite the grueling emotional (and physical) pain they've been through !
Thorin arriving in the Halls... Dís grieving... Arwen and Bilbo bonding over their Kings... Moria... Dáin's end... GODDAMN !
The thing is, when I say "I'm re-reading Sansûkh" that actually means "I'm taking a deep-dive", and that includes properly fleshing out the Khuzdul dictionary I made out of all of Dets' translation notes.
And you know what?
There's the word "abbad", and it means: "I am here".
But it also? Means "Mountain." You can find that in "Thaforabbad", the Khuzdul word for the Grey Mountains, "Lavamabbad", the White Mountains, and also in "Inzêgid-’abbad", Bofur's dark-name which means "Ringing Mountain".
And I just love that so much??? That is so good, I never noticed it before! It has this same sort of vibe to it as the self-descriptors of many population groups that when translated just mean "people". It makes the language feel so connected to the people it belongs to.
Oh, there's a mountain? Of course that means the place where I'll be.
It's like I've gone off to the coast
Left you behind just standing there
Pretending not to see your ghost
If only you could hear my voice
But you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear
Just because I left doesn't mean that I'm not still there
How could you leave me here?" you'll scream
And louder, I'll scream back to you from that unknown
And say "I know you're strong enough to do this on your"
And you'll look up at the storm
You'll say "I've been so scared
You left me here behind, do you not care?
How the fuck am I supposed to carry on without you here?"
Summary: The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.
The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair.
Author: @determamfidd
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It's just such a great story. It took me over a month to read because I needed time to ingest the amazing writing and frankly fantastic world build. It did an amazing job to work with and build on the existing cannon and lore while being it's own absolute masterpiece. After I finished it, I sobbed for nearly an hour and had a near 3 week reading slump and I don't regret it for a second.
This fic is so good, it took me a month to finish and it put me in a two and a half week reading slump and I regret nothing except that I hadn't read it sooner