#Mushrooms Pippin!

[moonpile]

For the Love of Fantasy - at Ald Velothi Harbor House | ESO Housing

Total reskin of Ald Velothi Harbor House.

For Heart's Day I wanted to illustrate the slightly-less-common definition of "romantic". A build about what many of us love about ESO: Fantasy. Inspired by a Neil Gaiman quote (below).

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I currently don't use Home Tours but my houses are accessible via the visit script, or search in addons: PTFH; EHT Housing Hub.

Crouch at the foot of the bed, face the door & in 1st person view look skyward.

In the bed, try /sleep xD

A creature escaped the pages of a lorebook left unshelved. Can you find which?

⚠️Please explore primarily in 3rd person view! (1PV is low & narrow; many details & scene compositions can only be seen from the wider FOV & high angles enabled by 3PV.)

Relevant & inspiring excerpt by Neil Gaiman, from the article: "Why our future depends on libraries, reading and daydreaming")

“Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you've never been. Once you've visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world that you grew up in. Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different. And while we're on the subject, I'd like to say a few words about escapism. I hear the term bandied about as if it's a bad thing. As if "escapist" fiction is a cheap opiate used by the muddled and the foolish and the deluded, and the only fiction that is worthy, for adults or for children, is mimetic fiction, mirroring the worst of the world the reader finds herself in. If you were trapped in an impossible situation, in an unpleasant place, with people who meant you ill, and someone offered you a temporary escape, why wouldn't you take it? And escapist fiction is just that: fiction that opens a door, shows the sunlight outside, gives you a place to go where you are in control, are with people you want to be with(and books are real places, make no mistake about that); and more importantly, during your escape, books can also give you knowledge about the world and your predicament, give you weapons, give you armour: real things you can take back into your prison. Skills and knowledge and tools you can use to escape for real. As JRR Tolkien reminded us, the only people who inveigh against escape are jailers.”

In TES, We are all Prisoners, escaping 😉

[meteors-lotr]

Imagine the fellowship showing each other pictures and paintings of themselves as children

Everyone cooes over Gimli with the tiniest little beard and mini axe, the Hobbits all sleeping in a little pile of curls and tails, Aragorn in formal elven clothing but his hair is still as messy cause they couldn’t style it even if they tried, Boromir holding a baby Faramir cause he refused to part with him after he was born

And then Legolas shows the ugliest fucking thing any of them had ever seen, looking like a fleshy newborn bird with enormous eyes and ears, and he’s proudly boasting over how he’s seen as one of them most beautiful elven infants in millennium, and the rest of them are afraid to say anything because What The Fuck

[autistook]

Shortcut to Mushrooms

[vanyamire]

Mushroom Hobbits Part 2: “Get Off The Road!”

Previous: 1

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: A Conspiracy Unmasked

Ohohoho here we go >:-D

Merry like “hmm, I can tell something’s fishy about this, but we’ll have to talk about it later”

The Brandybucks being described as “virtually a small independent country” is GreatTM X-D

“…as a matter of fact, [the Bucklanders] were not very different from the other hobbits of the Four Farthings. Except in one point: they were fond of boats, and some of them could swim.”

*Phil Dragash Merry voice intensifies* I LOVE BOATS Y’KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE BOATS SO MUCH I MEAN THEY’RE SO COOL AND BOATY AND THEY FLOAT

Aww, Sam’s already getting a bit homesick :-(

Gollummmm

Frodo: “I mean we already ate, but we could eat again.” Merry: “Say no more, fam”

Frodo seeing Bilbo’s things in the new house and being “sharply reminded” of him :-C Hello it is once again Crying About Frodo and Bilbo O’Clock

BATH SECTION YEAAAAAHHHH

“Which order shall we go in? Eldest first or quickest first? You’ll be last either way, Master Peregrin.” HAHAHA GETTIM FRODO

And Merry like “excuuuuse me, you should know by now that I’m better at planning and logistics than that; there are THREE tubs >8-D”

And Pippin splashing Frodo with the bath water 🤣 This whole section is so stinkin’ CUTE

I, too, cannot properly dry my hair until I am out of the steam in the bathroom. Frodo is the most relatable ever.

Merry has such dad energy 🤣 “You’d better clean up your mess, Pippin, before you get any supper!”

The squabbling over the mushrooms haha

Ooooohh The Talk is here

It honestly makes so much sense that Pippin is the one talking when Frodo refuses to. Frodo is trying to keep secrets, and Pippin has zero filter.

Also Merry reading Frodo like a book is SO GOOD

“You are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.”

THAT’S MY SMART BOI

I can’t wait to draw this part

“You do not understand! You must go—and therefore we must, too. Merry and I are coming with you. Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon’s throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.” Awww, Pippin!!

Also the foreshadowing, wow

Hahaha Merry presenting Sam like “TA-DA! Our chief spy!!”

Sam: “Gandalf did say to take someone you could trust, sir!” Frodo: “But I can’t trust anyone, apparently!” Sam: :-C

Oh oh oh it’s this part…!!

“It all depends on what you want. You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you can keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.”

MERRY MY LAD I LOVE YOU TO DEATH

That’s true friendship right there

Frodo like “I am NEVER trusting that you are actually asleep ever again” 🤣

“Three cheers for Captain Frodo and Company!” I’m going to melt 🥹

Merry once again being the G.O.A.T. by having the ponies prepared

“It seems to have been a very efficient conspiracy.” HECK YEAH IT WAS

I love that Fatty has barely talked through the whole chapter except to blurt “NOT THE OLD FOREST” at the very end

Merry continues to have Dad Energy by breaking up the almost-argument between Pippin and Fatty

Oooof the dream about the Sea…

[askwhatsforlunch]

Port Bacon, Apple and Mushroom Stuffing

This tasty Port Bacon, Apple and Mushroom Stuffing, fragrant with garden herbs, made a delicious Thanksgiving filling and side.

100 grams/3.5 ounces smoked streaky bacon

2 tablespoons olive oil

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

half a dozen large chestnut mushrooms

1 large garlic clove, minced

half a dozen large leaves Garden Sage 

1 onion

2 Ribston Pippin apples, rinsed

half a fluffy sprig Garden Rosemary

100 grams/3.5 ounces stale Spelt Sourdough 

3/4 cup good Tawny Port

1/4 teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshy cracked black pepper

In a large, deep nonstick skillet, cook bacon strips over medium-high heat, a couple of minutes. Transfer bacon strips to a plate; set aside.

Add olive oil and butter to bacon fat. Cut chestnut mushrooms into thick slices. Once the butter is just foaming, add mushrooms to the skillet. Sauté, about 3 minutes, shaking the pan often until softened. Stir in minced garlic. Finely chop Sage, and stir into the skillet as well. Cook, a couple of minutes more.

Peel and finely chop onion, and stir into the skillet. Cook, 1 minute. Core and dice apples, and add to the skillet. Cook, until softened, about 4 minutes.

Finely chop Rosemary leaves and roughly chop reserved bacon; stir both into the skillet.

Then, cut stale Spelt Sourdough into dices, and add to the skillet. Stir in Tawny Port. Season with fleur de sel and black pepper. Once almost all the Port is soaked up, remove from the heat.

Set aside, to cool, about 15 minutes.

Preheat oven to 210°C/ 410°F.

Once you’ve stuffed your bird, spoon remaining Port Bacon, Apple and Mushroom Stuffing in a buttered dish. Place in the middle of the hot oven. Bake, 30 to 35 minutes, at 210°C/ 410°F.

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

some mushroom earrings I made for a friend

[minubell]

A continuation of the saga of Pippin and Khamul, wherein the Ringwraiths try to trade him back for the Ring (or any other sequence of events afterwards that you like)?

Ooooh yes I love this AU! Lets meet up with the other Nazgul and see what their thoughts on this whole thing are.

Part I

An Alternative Route to Mushrooms II

So Pippin may be a fool, but he was not so much of a fool to think he can try to wiggle off the back of a horse by himself. Well, at least he had decided as much after he had leaned over one side of the saddle and caught a glimpse at just how far of a drop it was down to the road. Exactly how far he could not say, but he had not needed the stranger’s arms boxing him in to convince him to stay put. He had straightened his back at that point, and decided it was far better to simply see where this stranger was taking him.

Besides—though he had not quite gotten the mysterious rider’s name yet—the friendly fellow had turned ‘round and picked up his bag of mushrooms after Pippin put up enough of a fuss about leaving them behind.

Pippin cradled said bag close to his chest as they walked. Well, as the horse walked since it was doing all the effort of moving the three of them down the road. Each one of its massive steps had to be at least four of his own, and with each step its large, black head swayed from side to side. Neither horse nor rider seemed inclined to rush, which was just fine as far as Pippin was concerned. This was his first time riding a horse, and he was not feeling so brave as to ride a galloping horse.

Now the horse had been walking for a good distance, and normally Pippin would try to fill that void with conversation, but the stranger did not seem interested in responding. Not that that stopped Pippin from talking. Just without the stranger’s participation, it could not really be called conversation at all, and eventually Pippin had run out of things to say.

Fortunately the silence had not lasted long before the rider pulled on the reigns and the horse came to a halt. A glance around revealed they were still in the woods somewhere, but the way had widened slightly at what seemed to be a crossroads of sorts. Multiple roads connected at this one spot, fanning outwards like a star into the dark forest. Only a few signs were still posted that looked rather old and weathered, and Pippin could still see posts where signs had been at some point but had been lost to time. The horse had stopped near the middle of the crossroads, like the stranger was not sure which way to go from here.

Despite the fact the horse Pippin was on was no longer walking, he still heard the sounds of hoof steps. Many of them, actually.

Plenty of tall folk must be out riding tonight!

“The Shire is back the way we came,” Pippin said helpfully as he leaned forward and squinted at the signs still left standing. “…Bree is straight ahead.” Pippin turned his head to the side to try to read another sign, but found his gaze drifting past the sign to the shadowy road beyond.

The large head of a black horse stepped out of the shadow. Sitting on its back was a very familiar looking sort of fellow, adorned in a black cloak that had the hood drawn up, over its head.

“Oh my!” Pippin exclaimed as the horse came to a stop within a few feet of where they too were also stopped. “Why, you two look nearly identical!” He glanced back at the stranger seated behind him, only for another motion on the road behind them to catch his gaze.

A third rider, also seated upon a black horse, also wearing an identical robe.

Actually, glancing about, Pippin found that nearly every path had one or two of these strange folks wearing robes riding on black horses approaching. Eight in total, with the ninth being on the same horse as Pippin himself. They all stopped around them, forming a neat little circle with Pippin and his stranger in the middle. Each one of them exactly identical, except one who has a funny pointy hat on over his hood.

Pippin had never seen someone wear a hat and a hood before. Probably because it looked ridiculous. Someone ought to tell the poor fellow since he obviously never realized himself.

“Huh,” Pippin remarked, glancing about once more, “well, certainly is a coincidence. What are the odds all of you would-urk!” He stopped short suddenly, words caught in his throat as he was suddenly hoisted out of the saddle by the back of his shirt. He barely managed to keep a hold on his bag of mushrooms, and fumbled the bag a bit, nearly spilling it. He hadn’t been expecting that in the slightest, and despite being glad to be off of the saddle and on solid ground once more, he still felt a bit offended at not being warned first. Honestly!

He turned to give the rider a piece of his mind, only to find the horse backing away, leaving him alone in the middle of the ring of horses. “Hey!” Pippin cried, immediately chasing after it. “No, you all look far too similar in those hoods and such! Come down here, or I’ll surely lose track of which one you are!” He could not see his rider’s expression through the hood, but he must be befuddled by the way his head tilted to one side. But, as with when Pippin had kicked up a fuss about leaving his mushrooms behind, the rider complied and dismounted from his horse, landing upon the ground with a soft thump. Pippin swiftly grabbed one of his gloved hands just in case, keeping the bag of mushrooms held tightly in his other.

There. Now it does not matter that they all look the same, Pippin would be able to tell which one was his.

One of the other riders made a strange sort of sniffing noise, and Pippin’s rider made a bizarre chuffing noise in turn. Like a cross between a pig and a pony. Pippin isn’t certain he’d be able to make that noise himself, but tall folks are strange sorts and nobody seemed to be look at his rider weirdly so perhaps it was a normal sort of noise. With the hand Pippin was not holding, the rider did a strange sort of flourish as he gestured down at Pippin.

“Baggins.”

“No!” Pippin exclaimed, giving a quick yank on the hand he was holding. “Not a Baggins!”

“Baggins,” Pippin’s rider insisted a bit more firmly, pointing down at him like it would change Pippin’s name.

“Took,” Pippin corrected instantly, pointing right back up at the rider who brought him here. “It’s as if you haven’t listened to a word I’ve said!”

“Baggins?” One of the other riders asked, head tilted to one side.

“Look, now you’ve gone and confused them all as well!” Pippin sighed. “Fine. Here, hold these.” He held the bag of mushrooms out to his rider, who tilted his head to one side but accepted the bag. With a hand now freed, Pippin stooped down, fetching a stick off the ground and started to carve out names. “It’ll be easier just to show you all, I suppose.”

He drew names on the ground, carefully mapped out his lineage in the dirt as best he could. He tried to keep it direct since these fellows clearly struggled to grasp the very simple concept that was last names.

“There,” Pippin declared, pointing the stick at his own name. At some point the others had gotten off their horses and gathered around him, forming a tighter circle so they too could look at what he had drawn. One of them was trying to read the whole thing upside down, and had tilted his head so much he looked like he was about to fall over. Luckily, Pippin was still holding onto his rider’s hand and he was also still holding onto the bag of mushrooms, so there wasn’t any confusion despite all of them now being off their horses. “See? Peregrin Took— that’s me, of course—has a great grandmother who was a Baggins. Rosa Baggins. But she married a Took, so her child was a Took. Not a Baggins!”

“Baggins,” one of the other riders hissed, crouching down and pointing at his great grandmother’s name.

“Yes,” Pippin nodded approvingly, as it traced a gloved finger down the lines he had drawn, all the way back to his name.

“…Baggins?”

“No! Took! Come now, surely you heard of at least one Took? Bandobras, at least?”

The riders, including Pippin’s, made more of those strange sniffing noises at each other.

“Bandobras Took?” Pippin added hopefully, but they all just stared down at him. Perhaps he just needed to jog their memory. If they knew any Took, surely it would be him. “Tallest hobbit? Fought in the Battle of Greenfields? He won the whole battle when he took his club and knocked the goblin king’s head clear off! Flew off into a rabbit hole it did, and since the goblin king’s name was Golfimbul and that’s a mouthful, folks started just calling it golf. It’s a sport now.”

“Shire,” the tall one in the pointy hat hissed and Pippin nodded furiously. Yes, perhaps they did know of it!

“Oh yes, we play it all the time in the Shire,” Pippin agreed. The riders whispered among themselves in response. Probably conferring on what knowledge they had of the sport. Oh, perhaps they’re visual learners. No shame in that and Pippin, helpful as he was, was more than willing to elaborate. “Here, I’ll show you.”

He scooped up a rock off the ground that seemed reasonably sized, then placed it down in front of the tall one in the silly hat.

“Alright, you just need a stick now. This one is a bit small for you I think but you’re a tall sort, maybe you could just get one off the trees? It needs to be at least as tall as your hip, I’d reckon.”The rider stared at him for a moment longer, but after a moment left the circle. While he busied himself finding a good stick, Pippin bent down, digging a smallish hole in the dirt in front of him. By the time the rider returned, the hole was done, and they’re ready to play.

“Alright, now just use the stick to try to knock the rock into the hole.”

The rider looked between the stick and the rock, seemingly considering them both before giving the rock a nudge with the end of the stick. It does not quite roll like it should if it was a proper golfball, and it took him a few whacks, but eventually he managed to sink the ball in the hole.

“Right!” Pippin exclaimed, “good job! Now we all clap.”

He applauded, and the other riders follow behind him a moment later. Their clapping was accompanied by a metallic rattling sound from their gloves striking each other, but that is fine. It’s more about the spirit of the game after all. It was not as if they are actually playing a real game of golf here. They needed proper golf balls for that, as well as better clubs than just sticks, and a hole much farther away than a few feet. But the basic principles were all here, and that was enough to teach.

…Why was he teaching them golf again?

“Took?”

Ah, right!

“Yes!” Pippin exclaimed enthusiastically, clapping a bit more. “You’ve got it! I’m a Took!”

“Baggins,” another rider huffed, pointed to his great grandmother’s name in the dirt and then tapping Pippin’s own name, completely ignoring the part where it said Took. Honestly! It's written right there!

“Hey, no,” Pippin objected instantly, but his voice was lost as riders erupted in furious sniffing and hissing amongst themselves, along with bird-like shrieking noises. They sure were a weird sort, weren’t they? Ah, well, at least they were nice, even if they still somehow don’t seem to understand very simple names. They’re flat out arguing amongst themselves now, with some pointing at the names on the ground, some pointing to the rock in the hole, and more just pointing at each other. They seem split, with less than half of them occasionally huffing his name, and more of them shrieking ‘Baggins’ every once in a while.

Pippin’s rider gave him a small tug on the hand Pippin was still holding to seemingly get his attention, and when Pippin looked to him his rider pointed back down at him.

“Took?”

“Yes, thank you,” Pippin sighed, watching as the other riders furiously debate with each other. He can’t seem to understand any of what they say except for the occasional last name on account of what must be incredibly thick accents. When his rider extended the bag of mushrooms back out to him as a sort of peace offering, Pippin took them back gladly and even fished one out to pop into his mouth. “At least you understand.”

At least the mushroom was tasty.

[mushroomates]

the fellowship bbq:

gandalf: arrives last (a wizard is never late), brings the most bizarre things with him. seven hot dogs buns (the exact number needed), a pepper shaker, (they ran out of pepper mid bbq) and fourteen napkins (there was a spill)

gimli: brings the beers. he has a giant ass cooler covers in rock (ha) band stickers as well as national parks. brings like,,., artisanal, local shit. unheard of brands and always fantastic. also brings homemade lemonade which is unironically the best shit ever. (the secret is he adds a pinch salt. the second secret is that the salt is “home grown”

legolas: oh boy legolas. really doing his best to master the art of pasta salad and it’s not going great. has brought: loose, uncooked penne mixed in with oak leaves, a ziplock bag of wet spaghetti and a separate ziplock bag of ranch dressing, three and a half raviolis on a bed of lettuce, and most recently, four different boxes of mac’n’cheese, unopened, and arranged artfully in a stand mixer bowl.

frodo: brings jello. every time. box-ready, red dye 40, un-name brand, jello. it’s the only thing he can reliably make and bring. it’s weirdly a hit every time. mostly because legolas and pippin play a game where they see how much random shit they can stick in it before the jello collapses.

sam: would love to bring the pasta salad but legolas says he has that covered. instead, brings potato salad and fruit salad. also brings the plates, forks, table cloth, condiments, seasonings and fly-covers. also bakes brownies with sprinkles themed per season.

merry: also brings brownies. do not eat merry’s brownies if you are driving or plan to drive within the next three days. pays sam like 20-50 bucks cash (whatever he can grab from his parents before he arrives to the function) because he wants to contribute more but hasn’t figured out how.

pippin: well,,, pippin. if you’re lucky with a giant ass watermelon, uncut. now your job to prep it as you see fit. also has a basket of loose produce he picked from his neighbors garden. there’s like,,,, sixteen cherry tomatoes and a fist full of mint.

boromir: is very protective of his grill. this does not stop merry and pippin from sneaking bites of of the cooking meat. has various “kiss the cook” aprons he cycles through. has a smoker and a grill, separate, brings both if not hosting. serves everyone else first. makes his patties from scratch.

aragorn: (?????) jerky. deer, probably. trail mix, fruit leather, mushrooms. all home made and foraged. sometimes brings baskets of wild blackberries. is more suited to picnics than barbecues. would like to one day man the grill- he can cook meat decently- but boromir won’t let him because he’s to light handed with the seasoning.

[moonpile]

More items I want from Tanlorin's quests. ALL of the mushroom things! The mushroom shelves, the mushroom barrel, the little loose mushrooms on the table!

Also this:

That's a really nice crystal!

(Aside: I dislike when items made into furnishings differ in color and brightness vs their world counterparts. E.g. being way too bright like the Varla stones.)

#eso housing wishlist

[sunlitsorrows]

LOOK CLOSER THEY HAVE LITTLE FACES!!!!!

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[prettyboypistol]

Hey, love your work anyway so you know how Hobbits, Dwarves and Elves age much slower? How'd they react to reader going like "dude I'm like twenty"?

How the Fellowship React to a Younger Company Member! || LOTR x M!Reader

context for hcs: You are surrounded by your companions around a nice fire for the night, only for you to mention that today is your birthday! The fellowship ask how old you turn and you proudly say 22.

Frodo

"Oh goodness I've dragged a child into this."

genuinely starts apologizing to you near manically, then shuts himself off.

You go to him and explain that no, you're far from a child in human standards, and that even 16 yo's can be drafted into wars. Frodo is shocked.

It makes him feel a little better, but he starts to try and teach you things subconsciously about herbalism and mushroom picking.

Samwise

"GOOD GODS TWENTY-WHAT?"

has a good nervous laugh about it, mentioning that now Pippin isn't the baby of the fellowship anymore (ref- Pippin is late-20s)

After you explain that humans mature faster, he seemingly calms down, but still jokingly fusses at you

mothers you "jokingly" after that, but seems to be more attached to you in case you get hurt.

Merry

"Ay- ay! Pippin! You're not the youngest anymore!"

Honestly doesn't see it as a big deal, hell, feels more at ease that theres yet another youngin in the fray of adventure that he can mess around with!

Will try to include you in on his and Pippin's shenanigans, and excitedly dragging you along when you agree to some of his insane ideas.

Pippin

"IM NOT THE BABY ANYMORE!!!"

Calls you "youngling" and "little brother" as a joke, takes a liiiiittle too much fun from that for your liking.

Feels a little weird about sharing his pipeweed with you at first, but as soon as you hit that blunt with g r a c e he's laughing along and giving you as much as you want

Likes to hold your hand "as a joke" to guide you through places, he includes you in places that he and Pippin hide in when in danger.

Gimli

Jesus christ this man nearly had a heart attack, not only that, but when the hobbits mentioned how old they were!? He's travelling with CHILDREN. BARELY OLD ENOUGH TO BE IN THE FORGE!

Becomes oddly silent as he mulls over these facts- that he's seen everyone drink before, do drugs, and even make sexual innuendos that he laughed at... eugh. icky feelings. icky all over.

Aragorn pulls him aside and explains that humans and hobbits age uch faster than dwarves, and that he himself in only in his 80's. Gimli feels only slightly better but it takes him a few days to recover from the shock.

Legolas

haha yall are all BABIES

Legolas is aware of humans' quick deterioration, so it doesn't come as a surprise to him. With your smooth skin though, he assumed you were younger? Perhaps about 17-19?

Then again, he is shit at jusging ages, since elves are forever young and pretty.

makes fun of gimli for being to torn up about you being "only 22"

[autistook]

The Fellowship as moodboards + colors I associate them with, things & words that remind me of them.

Merry Brandybuck - orange, mushrooms, animals, softness, peaches, literature, art, influence, loyalty, friendship, high, pipe

Pippin Took - yellow, sunshine, optimism, beer, mischief, curiosity, softness, sweet, mushrooms, helpful, puppy

Sam Gamgee - lavender purple, flowers, love, home, closeness, loyalty, truth, warmth, optimism, joy, ribbon

Frodo Baggins - dark blue, ring, swords, ocean, night sky, stars, moon, family, loyalty, courage, snow, thunder clouds, sadness, bravery

Gandalf - white, helpful, death, new beginnings, waves, mountain, snowy hills, snowflakes, books, literature, bravery, mentoring, wisdom

Boromir - dark red, temptation, bravery, family, pride, fog, red paint, royalty, wine, sword, path, decision, choice, brother

Aragorn - dark green, leadership, path, crown, king, royalty, elf, love, despair, forest, mud, wisdom, horse, sword, kingdom

Gimli - brown and dark red, axe, bravery, cave, mountains, competition, proud, malt, joy, humor, friendship, example, hug

Legolas - light green & light pink, elf, prince, forest, bow, arrow, stream, water, glimmer, shine, wisdom, kindness, skill, quirkiness, roses

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 1st Tilt

Frodo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) VS. Prince Chauncley, Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020)

Propaganda

Frodo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003) Portrayed by: Elijah Wood Defeated Opponents: - Dong Yilong [Henry Lau], Double World (2020)

“The bluest of blue eyes, the burden, the sacrifice, the sadness… When I was in middle school and the movies were coming out, you were either an Aragorn girl or a Legolas girl. I was a Frodo girl.”

Prince Chauncley, Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020) Portrayed by: Daniel Radcliffe Defeated Opponents: - Bilbo Baggins [Martin Freeman], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

“How can you not love a prince played by Tony-winning mensch Daniel Radcliffe?? Chauncley is also such a sweetie, even if he can be air headed at times. Plus his romance with Geraldine Viswanathan's character is very cute.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Frodo Baggins:

“*cracks knuckles* Okay, everyone. My time has come. Let me tell you all about the beautiful, wonderful treasure that is Frodo Baggins.

He's mischievous, at least at the start of the story. His best friends are Merry and Pippin, and you can't tell me he didn't get into shenanigans with them once in a while. Whether it's repeatedly stealing Farmer Maggot's mushrooms as a kid in the book, or pushing Sam towards Rosie and cackling like a maniac afterwards in the movie, this makes him more relatable and imperfectly human, for lack of a better term, and you can't help but laugh with him.

"He's brave. Oh, he is so brave. Not in the sense that we would usually think- he's terrified the whole way through, and who wouldn't be in his situation? But he lets himself cry, lament his fate, feel whatever he needs to feel, do whatever he needs to do... and he gets up and keeps going anyway. He keeps going even though he's carrying something that's literally killing him, and rarely complains even though he'd be well within his rights to. This quote says it all, really: 'I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.'

"But most of all? He is so, so terribly kind. He's kind to everyone he meets, even to those who arguably don't deserve it, such as Gollum and Saruman. He loves the people/world he loves so much that he's willing to sacrifice himself to save them without any hesitation or thanks. And it's his kindness towards Gollum that actually ends up saving the day in the end! How could anyone not love him?”

For Prince Chauncley:

[mrbigpepperoninipples]

Spoiler for lotr book 1 fellowship of the ring chapters 3 and 4 (I did doodles)

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Chapter 3! I thought Gandalf would be there by now but he hasn’t so I drew a Pippin

They’re a moving

Eminem and Bilbo have never been seen in the same room together, think about that

The group in big tree, I draw them soup

When people say elves I think of Santa’s Elves sooo yeah

Hobbits sleeping in piles>>>

Chapter 4 (it was hilarious when Frodo and Sam were afraid of dogs)

Sam and Pippin dramatic alcoholics confirmed?

A llooonnngg journey

Baby Frodo stealing mushrooms