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revernebulous · 1 year

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im a bit late but i really wanted to make this

happy trans visibility day to y’all !!

#trans visibility day #trans artist #trans pride #nb pride #non binary pride #trans bilbo #bilbo my beloved #i love him so much #lord of the rings #digital art #fanart #lotr fanart

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thotinshield · 1 year

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thinking about thorin eating out bilbo, bilbo threading his fingers into thorin’s hair and tugging a bit, grinding against his face, and just rubbing against the friction of his beard while thorin grips his thighs

#danny shut your mouth #bagginshield #trans bilbo #because i CAN and i WILL

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sylvsforest · 8 months

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Good Morning, ibispaint 2023

Really proud of how this turned out! I loved the hobbit as a kid and wanted to revisit these little dudes and re-imagine them in my art style. I feel like Hobbits are such little creatures that I wanted to draw Bilbo with a tail and pointy ears, as well as silly feet. Pointy ears for Gandalf too just for fun

#art #queer artist #trans artist #artists on tumblr #my art #digital art #illustration #the hobbit #lotr fanart #the hobbit fanart #bilbo fanart #bilbo baggins #gandalf #gandalf the grey #digital painting #lord of the rings #the shire #hobbit design

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hobbithabits · 10 months

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New Headcanon/AU? Literally have no clue.

Loving this idea that yeah Bilbo detailed the journey in the Red Book of Westmarch but he is just. Way too observant and smart in my mind that he would write so much more than that. Like what he wrote was literally just The Hobbit, but there’s no way he spent months on a journey with 13 dwarves and didn’t learn so much stuff about them (willing or not).

So he has a secondary personal journal that is page after page, chapter after chapter all stuff all about each member of the company. Them personally, how they treated him, how they treated others, their relationships within the company.

(What I have is based mostly on movie canon details because the movies actually give the dwarves personalities and that’s what’s the most interesting to me)

Stuffed inbetween pages about his companions are loose pages of sketches of them. Most are Ori’s, he was glad to give Bilbo as many as he wanted before he left, but some are his own, drawn from memory, more about the art than the accuracy. He paints a few on thicker papers, giving bright colors where they belong.

Gloin’s fiery red hair and beard, the soft lavenders that Ori wrapped himself in, and gold and silver jewelry on each and every one of them. Shockingly blue eyes, that felt like he was seeing the reflection of a clear sky on ice. Black waves with the lightest touch of gray, flowing over sharp cliffs covered by a deep blue. Durin’s blue.

Anyways I’m rambling and I could write about this forever so maybe I’ll just say whatever and fully commit to writing exactly what I think would be written in it, dwarf by dwarf.

Oh well, this Bilbo kinnie is OUT

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorins company #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #just a little :3 #dwarves #fanfic #headcanon #au? maybe?#might go crazy and add random stuff in there #trans nori hc is real in this that’s all I have planned #this will probably get super into dwarf culture #which will take FOREVER

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cat-brains · 7 months

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I'm elfkin and dress cottagecore and I'm waaay shorter than average and this girl once called me "Bilbo Baggins" and holy SHIT even tho I ain't hobbitkin that's such a powerful amazing complement like i wanted to kick my feet and giggle.

Especially coz she cute and she ran her fingers through my hair n smiled when she said it. Like bruh that gave me euphoria for daysssssssss.

#girls are so nice #they make me blush and my heart flutter #elfkin #otherkin #alterhuman #not human at all #ftm #trans man #bisexual #lord of the rings #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #lotr

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quality-street-rat · 1 year

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Y/n but he's trans

Bilbo: Hey y/n?

Y/n: What's up little dude?

Bilbo: ...Ignoring that. Anyway, why do you never take your undershirt off??

Y/n, freezing in place before continuing: Uh...I do take it off. I just...wear all my layers when I do.

Kili, interested: Is that why you wear so much at night?

Y/n, wanting the conversation to be over: Yes. Anything else?

Fili, coming over: Yeah, actually. How come you never bathe and somehow smell so good?

Y/n, offended: I wash up in streams and rivers just as much as you do!

Kili: Yeah but we never see you.

Fili: Or Bilbo.

Kili: Hang on...

Bilbo: Whatever you're thinking, stop this instant. Y/n and I simply find a good-sized rock and take turns hiding behind it to bathe while the other turns their back and keeps watch.

*Everyone listening in*

Fili, genuinely confused: Why hide about it?

Y/n, sighing: Hobbits have different standards on nudity and I just...don't look like you.

Bilbo: I thought it was because you were just shy?

Thorin, interrupting: What do you mean, you don't look like us? We already know you're taller.

Y/n, grimacing: Yeah, well, that's not...goddammit I can't believe I have to do this.

Thorin, suspicious: Do what?

Y/n, raising his voice just a bit so everyone can hear: You know when the doctor, or well, midwife in your case looks at the baby and says "you have a son!" Or "you have a daughter!"?

Bilbo: ...Yes. How is this relevant?

Y/n: Well, the midwife looked at me and told my mother "congratulations! You have a daughter!" So my mother gave me a female name and dressed me like a girl and raised me like a girl and told me "you're a girl because girls look like this."

Kili, confused: So you're actually female?

Y/n, tearing up: No!

Fili, whacking Kili: Don't be stupid, Kee.

Y/n, voice cracking: I'm NOT a woman. I realized a long time ago that I felt like a man, that I WAS a man, regardless of what I look like. I got rid of my...what do you guys call it?? Womb, right, I got rid of it. I started taking hormones to make me sound different, to look different. And this, *gesturing to his chest* I was actually a few months away from getting rid of these before I landed here in your world. I'm NOT female and if you call me one I'll punch your lights out.

Thorin: Don't be ridiculous. Dwarves do not care about such things. A dwarf is a dwarf before they are anything else, gender is not important to us. Dwarrow or dwarrowdam, you are what you say you are, and if any dwarf contests that they are punished.

Y/n, blinking back tears: Whoa. Thank you. You're actually...a lot more accepting than half my family.

Dwalin: Your own family insists on calling you a female?

Y/n: Yeah, but what can you do? It's illegal in many places to even...be like me.

Dwalin: Then they are poor family indeed.

Oin, piping up: Don't worry, lad. I myself am neither a dwarrow nor a dam, yer not alone here.

Bilbo: Hobbits are more strict about such things. We often say that a son has died and there is a daughter in his place, and nobody so much as mentions it. It's simply not spoken of.

Y/n, openly crying now: Thanks guys.

#zip it matt #shitpost #incorrect the hobbit #the hobbit #kili durin #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #dwalin son of fundin #oin the dwarf #male y/n #male reader #male self insert #trans y/n #bilbo baggins

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blankdblank · 1 year

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Stay Or Go

Got a request for a FtM trans reader who ends up in Middle Earth with the Company who help them when they run out of their hormone meds. With mention of post top surgery scars. (Again I am so sorry it took me nearly two months to get this out of my head. My mental brainstorming slump has been rough to get out of.)

I went with Xo instead of Y/N while typing, as my phone kept editing to weird stuff while I was on lunch at work, and it kind of goes with the they/them pronouns I used alongside 3rd POV. Also Xo is human and called a ‘Big Person’ in the story but is just mortal and taller than the Dwarves, which Thorin is 5ft2 and considered tall for his people, so they don’t have to be over 6ft when you picture them. Hope you like it, and the trouble for Xo starts when their last bottle of testosterone hormone breaks on them, Fili and Kili of course are there at their service to help them calm down. :)

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@random-thoughts-004, @devilishminx328, @theincaprincess, @lilith15000, @jesevans

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Glass bottle in hand Xo stood staring at the single dose of the medicine that was the only gateway to all they could have dreamed of since they were a small child and had put a name to an ingrained feeling. Nothing could shake the fact that they knew they were born in the wrong body, but the universe damn sure tried to rock it loose every chance it got. Just like today.

The law is such a fickle thing and as a duo of Congressmen under the banner of a clear seeing eyeball was righting the morals of the world now banning any gender reassignment meds and surgeries, amongst other things to dehumanize any minority possible, within the borders of these lands.

This was Xo’s last dose and with skin itching at the urge to shout and scream and go down in a riotous rage at the news they had to keep it safely nestled within their grip. Noise of bodies on the walkway behind them inside the hall of the medical office where they had come to see if they could beg their counselor in charge of this transition for more as they had to each time before to prove each time they had not and would not change their mind. The usually stone faced doctor now was found grinning ear to ear with legal reinforcements to their refusal to treat this particular so called mental delusion within this already morally uptight area of the county.

They had to move and get home and think of what to do. Already shoving back the gnawing echoes of comments from family and those they worked with who had been sure to comment and share similar arguments to what the grinning doctor had tried to coax them into realizing all this time, they were wrong. Something was wrong however, like through an unseen fae ring with the bump of a sturdy fur coat adorned shoulder into their elbow down the bottle plummeted to shatter atop a cobbled pathway that had Xo grunt in fruitless anger and mounting emotional pain.

“Ki!” Fili exclaimed to his younger brother who he had just been arguing with over the best time to depart in the morning as they had arrived to Bree early.

“I am so sorry!” Kili exclaimed, the brothers now facing the taller stranger with almost pleading eyes to show the internal tug of their youth to pout and beg for forgiveness even as they had just barely crossed into their adulthood years. “Whatever that was we will replace it!”

Fili nodded, “Double, the supply, if possible from the Glass Smith.” He took a glance down at the metal capped useless tiny bottle. “I cannot imagine what spice it was intended to hold but at the size the Smith must carry a vast quantity yet!”

“It,” Xo spoke unsteadily, “It can’t be replaced. The bottle is useless without my medicine.”

Kili said, “The Healer is still at their stall, we just passed them by. Come, we will explain the fault is ours!”

Fili nodded with his brother and said to start their joint greeting, “Fili and Kili, sons of Vili.” And Fili continued alone, “We are of the Longbeard clan our kin have good reputation with the Big People of Bree they will entrust it is the truth.”

“Bree,” Xo whispered internally as their mental dread now plummeted to a level of panic to have them in the cusp of passing out as they now knew they were not even in their own world anymore. “They won’t have my testosterone.”

Kili narrowed his eyes at the odd name, “Perhaps they have a medicine of another name but just as useful, what is it meant for?”

Dry mouthed Xo drew in a breath as they tried to not allow their knees to buckle as the edges of their vision began to blur. Now surely bent on ticking down to the inevitable collapse. “For, for my transition into a man.”

“Hobbit Root!” They both exclaimed together and smiled up at the stranger.

Kili said, “How fortunate that we are expected in The Shire tomorrow where the most potent of it grows! You can travel with us and we will replace your supply.” His brows furrowed again, “Only, the last I recall it is the size of a turnip and that bottle was far too small to contain a bulb.”

He looked at his brother who nodded, “We have a cousin who shared there was two doses required for their change, you appear to be between doses as well, quite painful to be extended over doses by what we hear. Curious we have yet to hear of Big People who make use of Hobbit Root, although we have had little exposure to Big People beyond those who travel to the Blue Mountains bound to be a fair supply nearer to where Hobbits barter.”

Kili asked, “How did the bottle be useful for the bulb, if you don’t mind my curiosity?”

Xo at the new option now felt a chill through their body that now seemed to stall on the unconscious time clock at this odd news of a strange root named bulb these two oddballs spoke of. “Testosterone isn’t a bulb, it is a liquid dose you inject weekly.”

“Weekly?!” They both asked and looked at one another then back up at Xo with a protective glint in their eyes.

Fili said, “Whatever snake oil salesman who pitched that liquid surely was bent on extending the profit of their goods!” He scoffed, “Boiling Hobbit Root and selling weekly doses to extend pain upon his victimized customers. You see that bastard you point him out to us!”

“Or better yet our cousin Ori will meet us tomorrow and will sketch their face for you. We will send copies to all Hobbitons and Dwarf lands, they cross their borders and will be strung up and flogged. Come, we will secure our rooms for the night pay your supper and for the new supply in the morning, double, triple dose or otherwise until you are satisfied of a full change.”

Prancing Pony, not exactly like it was in the films as best Xo recalled. Sat inside a giant barrel of a private tub surrounded by more tubs they stared at the water just soaking in the heat withholding their urge to cry while staring down at their own unflatteringly angled reflection between clouds of bubbles wading across the surface of the hot water.

Inside the tub next to them was the brothers, who with their smaller bodies could share one of the large barrel tubs, the both who had stolen glances as the female attendants here who entered occasionally to offer mead or towels and soap of the scars across their pectorals. Another bit of hard won progress they had to leave the country to achieve as the grinning doctor had again and again put off the approval for said top surgery and had been fuming at the shortcut taken only to retaliate with stricter verbal battles for each dose of hormones.

If this root didn’t work they had no idea what they would look like or what they would be trapped as inside this new and unfamiliar place. They certainly weren’t safe as they wished to be in their old world and now this one even more so.

All the same they dunked under the surface of the water to ruffle out their hair realizing the forgotten shampoo they used and let sit while lost to thoughts when a stinging line of it rolled down to get into their eye. Straight up when they had gotten enough of the water out of their hair they stood, fisting a towel they held over their groin in the climb out of the tub. Wrapping the cover around their hips in the process to get on the warm wooden planks to bridge the path out of the bathhouse to the changing room.

Laid across the spare bed inside the room with two in it where a tale of a harrowing battle was expected of the scars similar to a relative whose way to have earned the battle scars the brothers listened to the unbelievable tale of the process for this change in the unknown world Xo spoke of.

“We gave our word, Uncle.” Fili and Kili spoke lowly to him as the curious Hobbit eyed the tall stranger who crouched in his front hall with hold of a telling set of roots.

Bad mannered Dwarves be damned he was a Baggins and with hand extended he grinned and said, “Come in young Xo, I will prepare your roots and offer my most accommodating bed so that you might take some ease whilst your body breaks and boils out of its cocoon.”

“When, it what?” Xo squeaked out as they were being led to the kitchenette off the side of a soothing bedroom used for births and many maladies of any variety a Hobbit might have to face to not suffer while inside their prized bedroom out of an old superstition that would have this room cleansed in various ways beyond the obvious afterwards.

Two days, as if sent through fire and then water and propelled through about any physical barrier constructed by man or imagination could construct their body truly broke and boiled internally to this metamorphosis.

Just glimpses was what they recalled, of blurry faces and voices of comforting tales to strength sustaining snacks of broths and soft squishy pellets of a mixture of potatoes and type of bread shared of tales from both Hobbit and Dwarf kind.

Each member of the Company took their turn on watch to sit with the Big Person enduring this physical battle. Singing songs and warmly comforting the small bouts of worries shared of the possibility of what comes after like a parent would to a small child who awoke from some night terror. Tenderly handling the messiest or unpleasant tasks with as much respect and trust that they would hope to receive from a Healer of any culture sworn to abide the weary and worn.

Only for Xo to awake and groggily make their way to the bath to stand aside and let the Hobbit fill the water for a cleansing herb bath and catch sight of their reflection.

Fingers raised they just had to touch it, almost afraid it was a window and some stranger was staring back at them. Bits and pieces of older relatives could be spotted in some form of resemblance. Not identical to any one but easy enough to be seen amongst the clan as clearly one of them off various parts.

The scars were still there, all those they received and aspired for in their prior form and still they didn’t know what to think. There wasn’t exactly a face or exact build they had aspired to, but they guessed the gradual process to get where they were meant to would have helped to not have this moment of shock and need to swear to themself they would get used to this new version of themself.

“Bath is ready, Xo, just soak and we will finish the stew. No worries on that silly journey of theirs yet. You just keep your spirits up and take the evening to acclimate to your upright self again.”

“Thank you,” Xo stammered out and was given a kind smile by the Hobbit in the close of the door.

“No need,” the voice faded behind the wooden barrier amongst voice of the Dwarves who were sharing they had bartered for more supplies for their trip now hoarding up the front hall that was only welcomed by the Hobbit so he could keep his meddling cousins in the Sackville line away by lie of their being too many bodies inside his Smial already.

“We have bartered for a full set of supplies for yourself and we have a second horse just about your size, perhaps a bit bigger, however your legs clearly will be able to reach none the less with the saddle paired to it, adjustable stirrups and all. Spare layers and a traveling cloak, bedroll and ample pocketed pack.” The thirteen Dwarves smiled up at them proudly.

“I, have no money.” Xo stammered out. Unable to stay here as Bilbo was leaving and no idea what was ahead to face if they did agree to tag along.

Balin waved a hand, “All that is needed is your signature on the contract. The repayment will be taken from your portion of the treasure hoard.”

“I, alright. I need a pen.” Feather quill inside a bottle of ink lifted between them and Xo nodded taking hold of it and the contract Gloin was holding for them on Balin’s right. “Right,” one signature and in the line of bodies to exit the round green door they took their place to walk off into the great unknown of their days ahead to face their new life in this new world.

Sleeping on the ground and days atop a horse certainly didn’t help the chance to feel comfortable in this new form, but each bath time that once imagined illusion of a reflection now changed subtly in shape still by the week. Both muscle and tone adjusted underneath weeks of dirt and wear of the body building energy draining travel.

A process oddly satisfying as they now knew at least some figment of a limit to what their new shape could take and gradually claimed the new inches and angles of it while use of a spared dagger at the side of one of the elder Dwarves brought about the new skill of keeping control of their facial hair in all of its intricacies and wishes to lay or where it chose to grow or not.

The Elf King, far beyond the escaped lands of Rivendell now issued a charge to arms and call for aid from Saruman and Radagast while Elf Forces of Lothlorien and Rivendell were readied to March to battle. Wider details of their former home had been shared and red blurred the vision of the scar hiding King who knew just what foul duo was hiding behind that duo boasting a giant eye on their banners.

Battle was called and with aid of the White and Brown Wizards it raged through the old world from where Xo had been taken.

The face in those wanted posters Xo supplied the details for now matched the head upon a spike as people from their former life crowded the oddly silent streets in the aftermath of the bloody battle. Huddled together and whispering when bold enough of these strangers who saved them from this unseen enemy while more powerful voices ushered up a call for change and kindness within legal circles.

Family, coworkers, no one knew who Xo could be, as they looked now. Just what they always hoped, to be here and as a man amongst them accepted and not shown shame and scorn

“Xo?!” Thorin’s voice turned their head to look back at the Company who stood amongst the Elven forces readying to return. “Will you return with us? We understand-,” his sentence broke off as Xo could clearly see the anguish and hope muddled in the eyes of the Company and Elves who knew them, whether it be for short off a brief time, the weight of those bonds and those tied to the people who saw them as a stranger tugged at them mercilessly.

Where would they go? Where would they stay?

Thorin couldn’t finish his sentence, if they chose to stay. If they chose to go they lost the chance to do as they hoped, one day to just return fresh faced and free to live amongst them without shame or pain of the failure to gain their love and acceptance as they truly were.

“Do I stay?” Xo whispered to themselves in a second glance between their options.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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THAUC 2022 - Masterlist

Song as old as rhyme

A collaboration with @dimdiamond (who is truly amazing)

🎨 Artwork link (Check it OUT!!!)

Words: 11'075

Pairing: Ori x OFC, Thorin x Bilbo, Ori & Fíli

Warnings: Aroace!Character, Trans!Character, internalised homophobia, internalised transphobia

Summary: When the elusive author Ori is invited to Baggins Bookshop for a reading, he unwittingly topples both himself, his best friend, and his best friend's stern uncle into an unexpected adventure of self-discovery. A story about first and second chances, the importance of friendship, and the value of courage. (with cameos of our beloved friends and mods)

Midnight ride

A collaboration with @freshvanillapng (who has been a delight to work with)

🎨 Artwork link (please give this amazing artist some love!!!)

Words: 3'990

Pairing: Fíli x OFC (Thorin x Bilbo)

Warnings: Mature

Summary: The Company arrives in Rivendell; Fíli makes an unexpectedly delightful acquaintance, much to the discontentment of all the authority figures present.

It was a pleasure and an honour!

@fellowshipofthefics thank you for this opportunity!!!

@dimdiamond and @freshvanillapng, I am humbled and delighted by your immense dedication, creativity, and talent. The hard work you've put into this art leaves me speechless and I feel truly honoured to have been working with such amazing artists!

As ever, your humble servant and devoted friend,

lots of love,

IDNMT

#fotfics #fellowship of the fics #THAUC #An unexpected collaboration #THAUC22 #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #Ori #Fíli #Thorin #Bilbo #Bagginshield #Thilbo #trans!Ori #Aro!Fíli #lgbtq+#LGBTQ Tolkien stories

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donkey-rider · 2 years

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I'm studying the Hobbit rn and by rewatching the films, as a Scottish transmasc, I very much need Balin to refer to me as "wee laddie" and I think that would solve a lot of problems

#the hobbit #tolkien #balin the Hobbit #dwarves #bilbo baggins #middle earth #transmasc #nonbinary #trans author

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necrobratz · 1 year

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gonna drop my thoughts here bc im thinkin abt it a lot but my transmasc ass cannot help but project SO HARD onto faramir

hes second borne of denethor, obvi, and denethor views his place as a woman absolutely useless in succession. he favors boromir bc he believes boromir will actually amount to something, whereas faramir will not. faramir grows up watching his elder brother train and be taken around by their father, meanwhile he must sit and be a pretty face in the background.

eventually, he asks boromir to train him. Boromir, being the beloved elder brother he is, does so. faramir is absolutely ecstatic. he wants everything boromir has and more, but it is not out of pure jealousy. he cannot place the feeling he has in his gut every time hes seen not as a young boy, but as a young woman. he’s miserable, and he wishes above all else to be seen exactly as his brother is.

he voices these thoughts to boromir, who responds with something along the lines of “then if you wish to be, you are as much a brother to me as any other man in this city, if not more-so.” they discuss many things, such as names and if to tell their father. boromir says to do so, and faramir agrees on the basis of more than just boromir acknowledging his true self. when they do, denethor is.. not pleasant! he only agrees to these “ridiculous terms” because boromir refuses to listen otherwise.

faramir proceeds to spend the rest of his childhood as a boy would, with the shadow of his father constantly looming over than him. he looks down upon everything he does, using every small mistake as an opportunity to point out his sex. no matter what he does, denethor will find anything and everything to berate and belittle him for. he must do everything boromir does and 10x more in order for denethor to even acknowledge his existence in a way that isnt entirely negative.

once boromir is dead, it doesnt get any better. denethor has no reason to respect faramir now, and just resorts back as if boromir had never told him. most people dont even know who the hell denethor is talking about because everyone just knows faramir as faramir, but he doesnt care. faramirs given up on ever trying to gain that level of respect from his father.

he meets eowyn, who is ALSO TRANS!!!!! they understand each other on a level no one else anywhere in their lives could. he finds so much comfort in her he gets weak fucking knee’d. they talk for hours and hours and by the end of it faramir is so enamored with her he cannot imagine a life without her. t4t farawyn is literally everything to me rn

this is barely coherent bc im watching two towers at the same time im writing this but heyy projection love it so much

#lotr #faramir #eowyn #eowyn of rohan #faramir of gondor #lord of the rings #trans tolkien #trans faramir #trans hcs #trans eowyn #eros speaks #i have more trans hcs btw #bilbo. bofur. frodo. pippin. dwalin. the list goes on

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daydreamersneverdie · 8 months

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The trans experience of looking back at all your childhood rooms and their mirror placements with a sense of

"Oh..."

#transgender #420blazing but in a sad trans way #intj #bilbo #trans experience #lgbt pride

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