#and Elrond for saving their son and he laughs like Well My Husband Saved A Pair Of Twins It Was Just My Turn To Do So!

[muse-write]

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☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

There are so many fic concepts in my notes, it’s almost overwhelming. I may be able to find ways of incorporating elements of them into larger stories somehow, hopefully, but I’ll list out a few ideas here.

First: back when I was really into the Scarlet Pimpernel and Georgette Heyer, I came up with the seemingly brilliant idea of: Feanorian family drama but as a Georgian-era comedy of manners. I wrote a few scenes for fun but it wasn’t something I was seriously working on and I can’t see myself actually writing multiple chapters of it, so I’ll post some bullet points from the brainstorming:

Sons of an English Duke, Feanor and Fingolfin get into a duel at a party, enmity sparked by the machinations of Morgoth; afterward, Feanor and his sons retreat to France for years afterward.

Elrond and Elros were actually going to be refugees of the French Revolution—I couldn’t quite figure out how to include the oath or kinslayings

Morgoth haunts the narrative, inticing Maedhros into returning to England and getting involved in yet another duel, in which he’s disfigured. His estranged cousin Fingon takes him in and looks after him as he heals.

It was fun, if not very well thought through!

Another really fun AU that I kind of want to return to one day is my Gothic Romance/Rebecca-inspired Nerdanel and Feanor retelling. Set in the early 1900s, Nerdanel marries the haunted genius inventor Feanor, but upon moving to his lonely mansion, learns that his house really is haunted by the ghosts of his mother and Morgoth, whose role (a demon? A ghost? A former enemy?) was never quite decided. Nerdanel teams up with Feanor’s brothers, who work as paranormal investigators, to find a way of saving her husband as he descends further into hubris and insanity.

Nerdanel’s story would be paralleled with Indis’, who decades earlier came to live in the same house with her widowed husband, Finwe—whose late wife she could swear she hears laughing in the hallways and in empty rooms—and his glowering, brilliant child, who hates the very sight of his new stepmother.

I had only vague plans for this one; really all of my ideas were more about atmosphere and the vibes and inspos (Rebecca, Crimson Peak, etc.). It’s still something I can see potential in if I could ever figure out the themes.

Thank you for asking! This was so much fun!

[youareunbearable]

LotR au! Where right before Manwë sends Glorfindel back to middle earth to stop Sauron bs, Mandos comes running in with his hands cupped like "WAIT!!! We need to send this one back too!!" And he shows whats in his hands and its just Fingon, sitting cross-legged, determined, and holding his harp

Manwë is like.... "Why?" Because he knows while Fingon is the Best Boy and one of his favourites but he's not really the PR move he wanted to make, because sending back a former High King may cause more trouble then its worth, especially one of Finwë's line

And Mandos just, completely straight faced, says "to get him to stop wailing on his harp outside my door everyday I told him that if he wants to see the Feanorian Kinslayer he's gotta do work for me first. So we're sending him back, he is more then happy to deal with Sauron, and I get peace"

Fingon just smiles with teeth

Manwë thinks about it, and is like OK sure why not, and sends both Fingon and Glorfindel back to Middle Earth

[leah-halliwell92]

Dinner and Songs

Summary: Bilbo and Belrén bond over food making and Dwalin falls even more in love with their Burglar.

Part 1, Part 2

As promised, Bilbo and Belrén sat during dinner and talked out a menu for Thorin.

The company and Dís looked on in astonishment as both women talked food and everything in between as if they have known each other their entire lives. Thorin looked on and had to stop himself from starring at Bilbo who sat beside Belrén all rosy cheeked and lively as they laughed about this and that.

'How did I miss her so blatantly?' He thought as he looked on in wonder and disappointment.

"Thank you so much for your help my lady," Belrén said as she put the parchment away.

Bilbo smiled brightly at the dam and said, "It is no trouble at all! In the Shire it is custom for the lady hobbit being courted to cook for him as part of the courtship. This way the lady has the chance experiment her recipes on him to see what he likes and also find some common ground with his mother to learn her recipes for her future husband."

Belrén looked at her fascinated.

"Did you cook for someone you liked like that?" She asked curiously.

Bilbo's smile faded slowly and she shook her head.

"No. I'm not considered a...good match for a gentle-hobbit," She said sadly.

The outrage could be heard from all corners of the table.

"How could you not be!?" Dwalin bellowed harshly clearly angered by this.

"Bear in mind, Shire life is one of blissful ignorance. We lead our peaceful quiet lives smoking, drinking, eating, celebrating and just enjoying life's bountiful gifts to the fullest. The idea of straying or disturbing that way of life will most likely be considered to be 'improper,'" Bilbo said her voice even, "But my mother's family the Tooks, are the only family in the Shire that go on to venture beyond our borders and beyond often gone for months on their adventures. I remember my gran telling me the story of how one of our family fell in love with one of the big folk and only came to the Shire to visit! I was amazed. As a faunt it was my dream to one day see all the corners of Middle Earth and then on. My mother herself took it upon herself to tell me of her time with the Elves of Rivendell and of the Lord that lives there. But unlike my mother, I had a wilder streak to me that no single adventure could cure...And I have to admit that before you haggle of wild wargs crashed through my door and carried me that I wasn't really living but going through the motions of living. My parents are gone, and while my Took family has a large wealth and high standing neither can save me from the ridicule of the gossip of those in the Shire. Mad Spinster Baggins they called me...and then there's the Sacksville-Bagginses always trying to take my home from me..."

Bilbo drifted off and sad smile appeared on her face.

"What's wrong little one?" Dís asked as she made her way to Bilbo.

"About a week before you lot came the Baggins side of my family, my father's side, knocked on my door and told me that since it was highly unlikely I would be married, I had no real reason to stay in Bag End. I was mortified, my family was evicting me from the only home I had ever known because of what they thought and believed to be true, "Your naught but a spinster at this point Bilbo there is not point in a single hobbit living in a smial of this size" they said all with twisted self-assured and satisfied smiles," Tears fell from her eyes, "My grandfather tried to get them to see reason and leave me be but to no avail. He and my uncles helped me pack up all of Bag End and since mother kept her friends in Rivendell Lord Elrond was kind enough to offer to store my belongings until I was situated somewhere else if not I was always welcome to live there."

There wasn't a dry eye on that table. The lot of dwarrow looked on at their burglar and each felt a pang of guilt at how they remembered treating her at the very beginning of their journey. She had gone through so much and to top it all off she had to deal with the judgement of Dwarrow she barely knew and vice-versa.

"Why did you never say anything?" Thorin asked voice thick with emotion.

Bilbo gave a sad chuckle and said, "I was already being treated a certain way for not being what you expected, I didn't need anymore on my plate."

The company all looked at each other in shock.

"Thats why you had this look when you promised to get us the mountain back," Ori said knowingly.

"What do you mean," Dori asked his youngest brother.

"Before we were chased to the cliffs by the orc pack after we escaped the goblin's cave, Bilbo promised to get the mountain back...her eyes were sad as she said it," Ori said knowingly.

Thorin blanched as he recalled what he had said before she showed up.

Dís looked to Thorin and with one of the spoons hit him over the head.

"OW!" he yelped.

"You were your charming self weren't you?" She asked angrily.

"Dís please its in the past," Bilbo said trying to calm the fiery dwarrowdam.

"It doesnt matter," she said still clearly angry at her brother.

"No, it doesn't. What matters is that we are here and the mountain has been reclaimed," Bilbo said calmly.

Dís huffed but nodded, "You're lucky my nan'ith is forgiving Thorin."

Thorin froze at what Dís called Bilbo.

Bilbo too froze understanding the meaning behind the word after Bifur called her that.

"Truly?" Bilbo asked her voice thick with tears.

Dís smiled warmly and tapped her forehead with Bilbo's.

"Whether or not you marry into my family, you are the best sister I could have ever gained," Dís said a gentle and loving smile on her features.

Bilbo nodded and whispered, "I did say that no matter what we are family."

Bifur let a demanding grunt out and Bofur fell on his ass laughing.

Dís gave her own warm chuckle and said, "It seems you have also been claimed by another clan as family."

Bilbo looked to a suddenly shy Bifur and made her way over to him.

"Really?" She asked eyes wide.

Bifur nodded gently and tapped his forehead with hers.

The company let a loud cheer out and Balin made a point of having adopting and naming papers prepared and excused himself from the table.

Belrén gave Bilbo a fond smile and knew she'd like the hobbit more than she thought.

The dam was no fool, she knew that Bilbo had had feeling for Thorin and while a part of her wanted to be outraged at the thought, she knew that there was more to the hobbit than met the eye. Plus it wasn't all the hobbit's fault. She had the inkling that Bilbo's feelings for Thorin grew during their journey to reclaim the mountain. What surprised her was when Thorin began courting her and not Bilbo. Dwarves can be more than a little thick headed so she also had a suspicion that Thorin didnt even realize he has or had feelings for Bilbo.

'No matter, Bilbo has proven to be more than a good friend to me. She has a good strong heart...the heart of a dwarf,' Belrén thought a kind smile on her features as she looked at Bilbo.

Supper continued on well into the night with laughs, stories and songs.

"Bilbo won't you sing to us?" Ori asked shyly.

Bilbo's cheeks reddened at the request. Despite her shyness she said, "Sure Ori."

With a little help from Dwalin, Bilbo made her way to the center of the room. With a deep breath Bilbo began to sing...

"Dreams to dream In the dark of the night When the world goes wrong I can still make it right I can see so far in my dreams I'll follow my dreams Until they come true

Come with me You will see what I mean There's a world inside No one else ever sees You will go so far in my dreams Somewhere in my dreams Your dreams will come true

There is a star Waiting to guide us Shining inside us When we close our eyes

Don't let go If you stay close to me In my dreams tonight You will see what I see Dreams to dream As near as can be Inside you and me They always come true"

The applause she was met with surprised Bilbo. She'd never sang to anyone aside from grandpapa Took and he always said she had a beautiful voice. She never truly believed him since there was no one to validate and vacate her self-doubt. Bilbo took a deep breath and a shy smile spread on her soft features.

"That was beautiful," Ori said a dreamy smile on his face.

Bilbo looked at her feet bashfully.

"My mother used to sing that song when I couldn't sleep," Bilbo said a fond-full smile as she recalled her mother.

"I have an announcement," she heard Dwalin say as he approached her.

Bilbo blushed as he offered her his hand.

She proudly took it having an inkling of what he was going to do.

Dwalin cleared his throat and with a strong voice said,"I Dwalin Son of Fundin offer Bilbo Baggins of the Shire my bead as a proposal of courtship and eventual marriage."

"What!?"

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[words-writ-in-starlight]

OKAY BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS what does the marriage look like from the side of the elves when they realize "man our weird cheesy prince actually landed quite a catch"

It’s a VERY SLOW realization on all parts okay, I can tell you that.

Well.  No.  That’s not quite true.  It takes about three weeks for the dwarves to realize that Legolas is actually…nice.  Which is weird.  Like, he’s an elf.  Elves are not nice.  Elves are dicks (there are a few people who make this generalization in Gimli’s hearing and he gets very defensive of the Lady of Lorien and also of his favorite asshole elf), but more to the point, elves are serious.  And Legolas…is not.  Sure, he can pull it together when he needs to and comport himself like a stiff unsmiling statue, but Gimli stubbornly drags him to Durin’s Day and blatantly ignores every disapproving eye as he teaches Legolas one of the old circle dances.

And like.  There’s no rules that say only dwarves can know the circle dances, not like Khuzdul (”Better not tell them about that yet, amrâlime,” Gimli says, grinning up at Legolas), but there’s sort of an expectation.  And Legolas picks it up quickly but the circle dances are all stomping feet and clapping hands and smiles and laughter and shouting, and it’s just WRONG to see an elf doing that.  It’s weird.  It’s so weird that everyone in Erebor is too in shock to actually protest.  But it does do wonders for proving that Legolas, while kind of an asshole (”’I am going to find the sun,’ remember that?” Gimli asks, arching an eyebrow, and Legolas smirks), is also kind of a puppy.

But the elves.  The ELVES.  Listen.

Listen.

I have many elves I adore with my whole heart, including but not limited to:

The Lady Galadriel, the Eldritch Being of Light Middle-Earth Needs

The Lord Celeborn, her loving house husband

Elrond, who has survived approximately one billion horror movies and deserves a goddamn Rest

Arwen Undomiel, the love of my life who I will defend with my last breath

Elladan and Elrohir, her brothers who probably don’t give Aragorn a shovel-talk so much as “good luck buddy if you fuck up she’ll end you”

Lindir, Elrond’s steward who, wow, puts up with so much

Celebrimbor, the previous elf who had a dwarf buddy and who was also probably considered very weird because he liked smith-work

But the majority of the elves who see Gimli and Legolas wandering around largely respond with “Oh dear Eru Legolas we know you’re weird but you’re going to marry THAT” and Legloas kind of fidgets and their eyes get really big and they go “YOU ALREADY MARRIED THAT?”  (Fun fact: Tolkien elves get married by having sex, the ceremony of a wedding is entirely decorative, and they can tell from the way someone walks if they’re married or not.  And also elf hypermonogamy is a thing, which is 200% my jam.)  And then Legolas gets really angry and protective because HOW DARE YOU INSULT GIMLI, ONE OF THE NINE WALKERS, WARRIOR OF EREBOR.  And Gimli pinches the bridge of his nose and wonders if elf wine is really as strong as Legolas claims it is, and, if so, how much it would take to get him drunk.  But I digress.

It takes the elves a while to figure out that Gimli is, by dwarvish standards, the Ultimate Catch, is my point here.

Years.  It takes a couple years.  Maybe two.  Three.  For the really dense and/or bigoted ones, it might take a decade or more.  

Thranduil gets hate mail, basically, before he understands why he’s getting the hate mail other than the fact that He Is An Elf.  It’s mostly to the tune of “CONTROL YOUR OFFSPRING” and Thranduil sighs and slugs back another goblet of wine (”My Lord, it’s not even noon,” reinstated-as-captain Tauriel says, very flat, and Thranduil glares blearily at her and holds out his goblet because children marrying dwarves justifies many things) because he wishes he had that option.

And then there’s a diplomatic negotiation that comprises the Greenwood and Erebor nobility, and it’s the first time Erebor dwarves have been peacefully invited to Eryn Lasgalen in…ever, maybe.  Certainly in living memory.  And of course Legolas and Gimli are expected to be there, not just because they’re a symbol of the new intensely awkward truce, but also because they have an incredible amount of status themselves by this point–Legolas is a prince and Gimli is Lord of Aglarond, two of the Nine Walkers and the Three Hunters, warriors of renown from the Battle of the Black Gate, trusted advisers and dear friends of the King of Gondor and Arnor…

And there’s Legolas, dressed in silks and an elegant cloak and a crown and a dwarvish clasp in his hair and a cloakpin from the Lady of Lorien herself, and all of Eryn Lasgalen pats themselves on the back because hey, their weird prince did grow up pretty well even if his taste in life partners leaves something to be desired.  

And then there’s the life partner in question, several steps behind Legolas because they’re representing their homelands rather than their marriage and this is Eryn Lasgalen and Legolas is still the King’s son.  And Gimli is dressed in the finery of a dwarf lord, with a crown on his red curls and his beard braided intricately and gold clasps in his hair, with the Lady’s clasp on his cloak and the lines of his tattoos and scars clear on his bare arms, with a finely-worded compliment on his tongue for even Thranduil himself and a laugh that lightens the sky–

“Yavanna save me,” mutters one of Thranduil’s entourage.  “I want one.”