#Also MR.FRODO?

[idkbishsss]

”it’s me your Sam”

FIFHYYIVJJGI

“Don’t you know your Sam?”

IM CRYING😭😭😭

[starsofarda]

I have seen that post about Maedhros being found in Moria by the Fellowship after being woken up by the longest unvoluntary nap ever. And yes, I know "Archaeology", anfic on a similar premise.

But today I wouldlike to linger on the comedic aspects of "the Fellowship expected a Balrog to come, but instead First Era Maedhros Feanorian appeared, albeit slightly charred, and now the Fellowship is adding a 10th member to the Fellowship".

For the sake of story I am still gonna say that Gandalf fell down the bridge, because ACTUALLY there was a Balrog.

Anyway the Fellowship minus Gandalf and plus Maedhros waltz in Lothlorien giving Galadriel a whole new range of emotions.

"I WAS EXPECTING GANDALF YOU ALL HAVE BROUGHT BACK A WAR CRIMINAL FROM AN ERA BYGONE AND ALSO MY COUSIN THRICE REMOVED."

Maedhros picking up IMMEDIATELY on the effect that the Ring is having on everyone and having a heart-to-heart with everyone and explaining the whole Silmarillion ordeal.

"Yikes." Everyone nods in agreement to the sentiment epressed by the Hobbits.

As an extra layer Mae asks if they are bound by any oath. "No, Elrond was quite insisting that we would NOT swear ANY oath."

Cue Mae crying.

Somehow Sam clicks immediately with Maedhros and when Frodo leaves the Fellowship Sam is already there all geared up for literal war and with all advice and tips on how to effectively kill orcs.

Somehow Merry and Pippin manage to make Mae smile. Their next mission is to make him laugh.

This reminds him of the Ambarussa. Mae cries again.

Gollum will underestimate that and it will be his doom.

"No Mr.Frodo, Sir Maedhros explained to us very clearly what happens with cursed artifacts, we are leaving Gollum here. Sir Maedhros was so kind, he explained to me everything I need to know."

Boromir lives, because killing Orcs turns out way easier with someone who can instill in them the very fear of the Valar.

Saruman has an incredibly short span.

"Oh? A palantir? My father's invention? Here? Yeah, I am gonna take that."

Somehow everything is a little easier?

Gimli crying because somehow he heard (ancient) Khuzdul from an Elf and now Maedhros has to understand since when Dwarves and Elves do not get along.

The company coming back to Imladris and causing Elrond to break down crying uncontrollably and in a very undignified manner.

"Lindir" hears the cries and when he sees Mae he's crying as well. It is revealed that "Lindir" is actually Maglor.

When the last ship sails for Valinor, the Valar grant M&M to come back due to repentance and various services in aid to destroying the Ring.

Galadriel is still not over the fact that MAEDHROS FEANORIAN was in Lothlorien and she could not even slap him.

At least in Valinor M&M can now hug mama Nerdanel and stay with her. Eventually all brothers will be reimbodied.

Thoughts? Comments? Prayers? Silmarils?

[random-meme-bot]

go read the hobbit please

then the lord of the rings (watch or read)

You need to know who Samwise Gamgee is you will not regret it!!!

I've read the Hobbit and watched the LOTR movies, (Tried to watch the Hobbit movies but found them boring) I edited the tags after Googling who Samwise was.

I'll save you having to go back to the post, but basically I'm from Spain and over here the translators changed his name to "Samsagaz Gamyi"

I didn't know that that wasn't his original name until literally today.

I knew about other translation changes like "Baggins" being translated as "Bolson" but since that word is used in a word play "Bolson cerrado" (Don't know how it is in English) and other character names like Bilbo, Frodo, Gandalf, Golum... weren't changed, I never really questioned that his original name coud not be Samsagaz Gamyi.

Also since were already talking about LOTR Sam and Valentines is close here, have a meme it's shared on Spain wvery year around this time

SAM va lentin (Sam goes slowly, but can be read as "Samvalentin" [Samvalentine], Sam is saying "Wait for me MR.Frodo"

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

who are your favorite lotr / the hobbit /silmarillion characters

Wuhuuuuu, unexpected question! Since I have a suspicion of who might be... Here is a cute rat too! (worse case and is not who I think it is, well, who doesn't love cute rats? 🥺)

Okay, since I'm probably about to start yapping... Answer under the cut!

First of all, I need to clarify this: I'M VERY BIASED TOWARDS HOBBITS IN GENERAL!

There is reasons for it, but honestly? Have you seen the shrine? I want to be a hobbit and spend my days in a place that beautiful while I smoke weed under the shadow of a tree. THAT'S THE DREAM, C'MON! 😌

When I was a kid, my dad used to read 'The Hobbit' to me when I was sick and had to stay at home bc adhd kid couldn't stay quiet (I have a very vivid memory of feverish me watching as it was a movie how they all went down the river inside the barrels, no idea why that stuck but it did). He did a different voice for every dwarf and I laughed like a gremlin every time he read their moment invading Bilbo's home.

Then we went all together to watch the first lotr movie and I cried like a baby bc "Wtf do you mean Gandalf is dead? No, he isn't!". So as soon as I arrived home (still crying), I quickly went to grab the first book bc my parents refused to spoiler me shit (Don't take me wrong, I'm glad I read them and I enjoyed it a lot, but damn, I was very worried for Gandalf, okay? 🥲)

So... From a nostalgic point of view? Kid me would probably say Bilbo or Gandalf. But if I had to choose right now, it would be a tie between two hobbits (I love them, sorry)

PIPPIN

(He's so real, I feel represented by Pippin every time I watch those movies. His extra scenes always get me)

I love him dearly. Not only bc he's too funny and my most silly side thinks we should be friends. He's so damn real and unfiltered, adhd hobbit, I swear to Cher xD

But also, and that's very important to me... He stays. He can be oblivious and not grasp half of what is happening around him, but he grasps his friends are in danger and he stays. Yes, he screws up bc curiosity does things (no impulse control, I wonder why), but again, once he arrives at Gondor... He stays, he keeps fighting in his own way, he never abandons his friends. I must confess is being a while since I read the books for the last time, but I know how much I loved his part on Gondor, how he walks around the city and everyone ends up knowing him and appreciating him even. Who wouldn't? He's a fool but an honest one who has no malice. So yeah, Pippin deserves more credit! (same for Merry, but the silly one got me, what can I say)

SAM

(I know this speech is movie-only, but it makes me feel things every damn time. This is directly responsible of why every time I finish the 2nd movie, no matter if I was falling asleep or not, I play the next one. Because damn, the way he talks about stories? Hits me)

It's Sam, idk what else I need to say. The loyal companion, who for me would always be the biggest hero (biased, I know). The one that refuses to leave Frodo, that even when Frodo goes all "is my burden" answers "but I can carry with you". He is so damn devoted, how I'm supposed to not love him? And is Frodo, is for Frodo, we all know it. He doesn't seem to consider trying anything against Frodo when he refuses to destroy the ring. No, hurting Frodo is not something Sam considers.

And I might be realizing that apparently I always had a soft spot for characters that are devoted to the point of following their depressed emo boyfriend to hell. Welp, I see a patron, what can I say? I shipped them before even knowing that was what I was doing, arguing with my brother that "Mr.Frodo, I'm your Sam" didn't have any other explanation and one-sided my ass bc no way depressed Frodo didn't accept the affection when he needed it so badly. No way their trip to Mordor didn't have doomed romance, no fucking way! (codependent and unbalanced too, damn.... Yeah, I have a type for ships, fuck xD)

I hope this yapping is somehow an answer to your question! (and I might be thinking about harumai going to Mordor, my brain is going silly xD)

[weed-dog]

LOTR ice skating headcanons

I finally tried ice skating again, after 4 years, and i came up with these while trying to act cool and fighting for my balance (i'm terrible at multitasking). Anyways i hope you enjoy these <3

If you were wondering how did the Fellowship end up in such situatuon: it was the hobbits' idea (looking at Pippin rn)

Merry and Pippin might be clumsy but they learnt it quicker than anyone else, it's chaotic but they're actually talented (and constantly laughing and chasing each other. And Boromir.)

Frodo was a bit shy at the beginning, and much more careful

Sam still dislikes water even when it's frozen, but he can't sit and watch Frodo trying alone

Let's Help Mr.Frodo At All Cost

No need to say Legolas doesn't get it why the mortals are struggling, bro could be a gold-winning figure skater

Gimli will never go near the ice, no matter what

So he sits next to Gandalf who's also too extra to skate, insulting Legolas and encouraging the hobbits

If even the hobbits could master this talent, what could stop Boromir, son of Gondor?

He is trying so hard while Merry and Pippin are circling around him, pulling his cloak

He eventually learns to keep his balance

In a weak moment he offers to teach Aragorn

Have you seen him running. Walking. Fighting. Have you ever seen how he moves on land.

Aragorn is pure chaos on ice.

Apologies to the king of Gondor, but-

I love him more than i love my life, but Aragorn son of Arathorn wasn't made for ice skating.

[luna-redamancy]

You Always Find Your Way Back Home - Part Twelve

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The mug in your hands warmed you as you took in the reality you were surrounded in. The smell of chamomile filling your nostrils as you rubbed your thumb nervously over the rim. 

“All we can do now is wait,” Alvina’s words echoed in your ears as you stared out the window, wait. That’s all you can do, wait and hope for a miracle to happen. To hope the One Ring gets destroyed.

Huffing out of your nose you pressed your forehead to the glass, the cold making you sigh and shut your eyes. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter soothing you temporarily.

Arms slipped around your waist, Thranduil’s head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the storm rage on outside your cottage. Your plants happily sitting in the window. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Thranduil hummed at you, his thumbs tracing comforting circles on the curve of your waist. 

“How much I hate storms,” You grumbled, watching lightning crackle in the distance, setting a tree ablaze. “It destroys so much,” You mumbled, letting your own hand fall to cover his own in an affectionate manner. 

“Well, storms are also a sign of new beginning, the past being washed away to allow a new dawn to begin,” Thranduil replied, pressing a kiss to your temple. “To have a new beginning, an old story must end,” He hummed again, looking out of the window once more. “An old story is ending, while ours is just beginning.”

Your eyes felt heavy as you opened them again, tears brimming the surface as you sniffled. “Will our story end a tragedy? Or a lovely happy ending?” You whispered out loud, sending a mental prayer to Vala to help you stay strong as you could only wait to see what fate had in store for you. 

Your mug now felt cold, the steam of your tea now lost, making you realize how long you had been sitting there wallowing. Shaking your head you made your way to the kitchen to pour it down the sink. 

Family photos littered the hallway, you with your parents, your cousins, your siblings, your nieces, and nephews. A bittersweet taste fills your mouth as you let your eyes linger on them. You looked so happy. Your eyes were filled with joy as you held your baby niece for the first time, as you hugged your sister at her wedding, as you smiled at the camera with your mother on her birthday. 

“Yet none of it is real…” Your expression went blank as you avoided thinking about the life you could have had if you never went to middle-earth if you never got placed in this world, to begin with.

Shaking your head again, you smacked your cheeks lightly to bring you back to reality. “Everything happens for a reason, stop it,” You huffed, grabbing out a bag of popcorn, “That’ll clear my mind,” You mumbled,  “A Christmas movie.” 

______

“After all these days of journeying beside you, Legolas, I haven’t seen you so troubled until now,” Aragorn began, eyes watching his friend very carefully. 

Legolas looked out onto the horizon, his jaw clenched and shoulders tense. “If Frodo, the ring-bearer, does not succeed in destroying this ring, I may lose my mother for good.” Legolas slowly let out, his eyes looking anywhere but Aragorn, afraid if they locked eyes Legolas wouldn’t be able to hold his facade any longer.

“The dark magic of the ring…” Aragorn struggled to find the words, “Took your mother from you?” 

Legolas nodded, “I lost her once, and I’ve lost her again because of the resurfacing of the ring,” He explained, his shoulders slowly losing their tenseness. 

“You’re worried Frodo won’t be able to complete his task?” 

Legolas stayed silent, he truly didn’t know what he believed. 

“Well. Hobbits are miraculous creatures, my friend, do not doubt so easily.” Aragorn gave a reassuring smile as they continued to look out on the horizon together. 

Legolas nodded, his eyes drifting up to the stars, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up, a feeling of dread washing over him. 

“The stars are veiled, something stirs in the east… a sleepless malice,” Legolas began a sick feeling stirring in his stomach. 

“The eye of Sauron is moving, watching,” Legolas’ eyes narrow into a glare as he pulls Aragorn back inside. “We must hope that Frodo and Sam make it before it is too late.”

_____

“Hey! Hands off! That shiny shirt- that’s mine.” The Uruk-Hai commander Shagrat called out to the orc, Gorbag. “It’s going to the great eye, along with everything else that was on him!” Gorbag yelled in response, motioning towards Frodo, tied up and bare except for his undergarments. 

Frodo stayed still, realizing they still thought he was knocked out from spider venom. Carefully reaching up towards his throat, his eyes widened. The ring was gone. 

Sam marched through the gates, adrenaline and fear pushing him to find Frodo. “I can’t believe I left him… Oh Mr.Frodo, please be okay…”

Finding his way to a courtyard, Sam covered his mouth in shock. Over fifty orcs, slaughtered in the courtyard. “Frodo must be here somewhere,” He told himself as he began climbing the staircase, slowly realizing a few Uruk-Hai were coming toward him. Gulping down a breath, Sam glared as he unsheathed Sting. Letting a scream belt from his throat, Sam ran up the stairs toward them.

“That’s for Frodo! And for The Shire! And for my old Gaffer!” Sam yelled as he cut them down one by one, as he rushes past them and into the nearest place he could see, the tower. ‘Where else would they keep Frodo?’ He thought to himself. 

“Stop your squeaking, you dunghill rat!” Gorbag demands, his eyes filled with rage as he watched Frodo struggling in his binds. 

“I’m gonna bleed you like a stuck pig,” He growled as he pulled out a dagger, slowly moving toward Frodo. Before he could move any further, Frodo watched in horror and relief as Sting was protruding from the other side of his body.

“Not if I stick you first,” Sam grunted, shoving him off his sword. 

“Sam!” Frodo called out, relief filling his entire being as Sam began to cut his binds. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry… for everything.” 

“Enough of that, come on,” Sam shook his head, helping Frodo up. 

“It’s too late, Sam,” Frodo’s voice was filled with despair, “-They have the ring now, they took it from me,” 

“I beg your pardon, but they haven’t done such a thing,” Sam smirked, pulling the ring from his pocket. 

“I thought I’d lost you, Mr.Frodo, so I kept it… For safekeeping, of course,” Sam showed Frodo the ring, Frodo’s eyes filling with amazement, “Give it to me, Sam.” 

Sam hesitated, the tone of Frodo’s voice startling him. “Please, give me the ring, Sam.”

Slowly Sam dropped the ring into Frodo’s palm, watching as Frodo’s body sagged in relief. “The ring is my burden, Sam… It will destroy you,” Frodo looked at Sam with pained eyes, “I could never ask you to hold that burden for me.”

Sam could only nod as he felt no words could describe how he felt about Frodo doing such a thing for him. To ease the tension, Sam cracked a smile. “Come on Mr.Frodo, we best find you some clothes. Can’t have you going through Mordor like that.” 

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@arzhur​

He had heard so many stories from Bilbo's lips --- of amazing large travelling among dangers, discovering how immense was the outside world, outside the peaceful walls of their valleys. So many adventures also have been told from mister Frodo into an density of a universe he couldn't even guess to imagine in which brightness flattered his face every time: about how the world of Men were higher than the mere whispers about them that could hear, when Elves world as grandious they can be was able to be explored further...memories were blurred however he touched in some instant the reality of mister Frodo, what kind of existence he had been bring out of the stars, still remain an unchanged man.

This quest...was different. It was likewise of the adventures of the old Bilbo but there was a darkness threat among them, the possibility of no returning, the eventuality of losing or never returning home. Silence was pulled into consciousness about such weight to carry. Never had been dealing with so much Men figures coming from the main realms --- Gondor, Camelot and an Ranger who was higher than his common consideration. The world of Men remained an strange land, still barely touched by knoweldge. Besides, the discovery of brave knights ruling their home would interest his attentive ears. After have checking from afar than Mr.Frodo doesn't needed any help, in the middle of the campfire, he bring his attention towards the third Men of the Fellowship, wishing broke frontiers between them.  ❝ How is the world of the Men were you came from ? Did the whispers about Camelot, about the mixture of knights and magic among them, are true stories into your lifestyle ?  ❞

[ririsasy]

I lost it at "don't go where I can't follow Mr.Frodo" 🤣

(Also please just don't look up at all the fandom I have been in. The things I've written. I am guilty for some of rpf fanfic in my fandom life as well. 🤣)

my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice 

[sententiavera]

About that book you’re reading…

When I was in college, I subscribed to a book club sponsored by Time Magazine.  It sent you four books, their choice, three times a year.  I was introduced to a broad array of genre, both fiction and non-fiction.  One of those books was Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles.  I loved it and it led to my lifelong love of science fiction. 

Recently, the Dedalus catalog of remaindered books had offered newly printed classic science fiction paperbacks for less than $5 apiece.  I bought a new copy of the Chronicles and several of Asimov’s robot series.  I figured with the stay home order, I would have time to read it again.  Have you ever picked up a book you read years ago and been bitterly disappointed? 

It is not that the writing is poor, or the story didn’t work, it was the cultural setting, the characters, the accepted behaviors that upset me.  The misogyny was expected.  He was writing for a predominantly male audience who would not read something with a strong woman or a woman in charge.  His mid-20th Century society had not yet gotten used to women working outside the home.  While his acceptance of the “canals” of Mars was understandable, knowing what we do about Mars now, it was hard to accept but if I imagine that it was some other planet, I could excuse it.  What I could not accept was the actions of the all-American teams sent to the planet. The Ugly American writ large; in case you are not familiar with that book it was a satire published in 1958 that portrayed the arrogance and stupidity many of the official sent to represent America in foreign countries. It has been recalled recently when several of the current administrations ambassadors and other supposed diplomates have made serious mistakes due to a total ignorance of what they were doing or where they were. The early ships to Mars in the book had only one or two in the crew.  They seemed to know there was life on the planet but had little training to deal with the first contact.  Perhaps Bradbury was attempting satire but if so, he missed.  I read one of his later chapters set in what to us is the near future (2026) of an AI controlled house cooking meals, cleaning, and entertaining even though the family were dead from an atomic blast.  At the time, I was so taken with the story, I attempted to paint a picture of the house replete with partially covered skeletons on the front lawn.  Like my understanding of the story, it was less than successful. It was a sad lose of innocence.

I have had a similar experience with other stories.  One of my favorite stories as a child was Five Little Peppers and How They Grew by Margaret Sydney, published in 1880.  Dedalus again has a reproduction of the original book and I intended it for my grandchildren.  When it arrived, I did my usual, read the book before I gifted it.  I was appalled. Here, the cultural acceptance of characteristic we know to be learned, not born was too much.  Just because you are born into a social class does not mean you are born knowing how to behave.  The young widow with a house full of children struggles to support her family by doing sewing for others in the small town.  She married beneath her station in life, so the family does not know he has died. They live in a run-down, rented house and the children have adventures but their inborn goodness because of their late father’s status and their mother’s previous social class always carries the day.  In the end, a rich distant relation recognizes their inborn classiness and rescues them back to an upper class living with servants and a fancy house.  The mother is forgiven of her major social sin, marring for love and not for class.  Yuk.  The book has stayed in my library.

Many British books also reflect this point of view, that birth over comes upbringing.  My favorite example is from the series The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. As much as I love the books for their subtle religious undertones, the book The Horse and His Boy is just too much. In the title book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, it can be understood that the only human children in the country are bound to be the nobles of prophecy. However, in the later book, it really is a fantasy that a boy raised by an illiterate fisherman on a remote beach knows how to act like noble royalty. He is the rightful heir to the throne of a country whose evil uncle tries to kill by throwing the baby off the ship in a basket.  Rather than drown, he is washed up on the beach and raised by the fisherman.  He is rescued by a talking horse from Narnia who ‘recognizes” he is a noble and off they go to reclaim his throne.  Excuse me?  

Far too many books from England accept the notion that “blood will tell” as if the influence of biology overrides all cultural influences. Lewis and his close friend J. R. R. Tolkien were raised in this Victorian notion similar to that of the Peppers discussed above.  You see it in the servitude of Samwise of the Lord of the Rings.  His initial devotion is that of a feudal dependent.  He must go with “Mr.Frodo,” never with his buddy Frodo.  The same diffidence is given to the other young Hobbits whose identity is determined by the family from which they come, so-and-so of such a manor.  In the Ring trilogy, it is less pernicious because it is written for adults, not children.  In the Narnia and the Pepper books, it is written directly for children and subtly designed to influence them.  If you are born of a poor family, that is where you have to stay.  Ambitious goals are not for you.  You were born to be poor and poor means lower class, crude, uneducated. I seriously question giving those books to modern children.

Pat Gibson

March 30, 2020