#beorn the skinchanger

[merilles]

Medwed's Meadow

[beetleonbike]

The fact that I've never noticed this is short of shameful, Beorn is literally my husband :(

Something about Beorn's bear form design in the Hobbit movies has always looked off to me but I never could figure out why. It's because they made his hind legs digitigrade

Actual bears' hind legs are plantigrade

Why did they do this. It just looks strange and un-bear-like

Look at this it looks so weird. Also this gif is so fucking funny why is he falling like that. Anatomically incorrect bear be upon ye

[betyloca]

Imagine: being a skinchanger girl traveling with Thorin's company and thinking that you were the last one until you met Beorn in his bear form.

You were inside Beorn's house while the company was sleeping, you were very curious about him.

You believed for a long time that you were the last of your kind, you got up from where you were sleeping and walked silently towards the door to leave.

You were excited to meet someone like you. You began to walk cautiously when you felt something behind you watching you. You turned to look and saw a giant bear.

y/n: hello

You said as you sat on the grass not wanting to show any threat.

Y/n: I'm Y/n.

You saw how he approached you until he was inches from your face, you let him sniff you.

Y/n: I'm a skin changer like you.

He looked at you for a few seconds until you saw him leave for a moment you stayed sitting you thought maybe he was upset a few minutes passed until you saw a very tall man without a shirt facing you

Beorn: I'm Beorn.

You stood up from where you were sitting with a smile on your face.

Y/n: what a cute name

He crouched down to your height to look at you, inspecting you.

Beorn: I thought it was the last one.

Y/n: well here I am

you said as you smiled excitedly you saw how he smiled a little.

Beorn: What are you doing with a group of dwarves?

Y/N: I'm on a mission to take your home back from a dragon.

You saw how he frowned, it seems he didn't like that.

Beorn: You're still a child, you can't go on a mission like that, I can't allow it.

Y/N: Well, what a shame, you have a stubborn girl.

Beorn: Will you come back?

you said as he walked into the house.

Y/N: If I plan to come back, I just found a person who can put up with my antics, you won't get rid of me easily.

He smiled as he walked in behind you. It was exciting to see another skinchanger alive, but this one was more stubborn.

[fredlikesbreakfast]

here's my little tokyo revengers/the hobbit crossover art for a fic that goes with it which i wrote for TR Rarepair Week Day 7 (fantasy)

koko's an elf here, mochi's a skinchanger like beorn

it's not my best work but i still like it :)

[thesummerestsolstice]

Something that's been on my mind. I'm not sure if it's in the book, but in the Hobbit movies, Beorn says that he remembers when a "darker evil ruled these lands" and pretty much confirms he's talking about Sauron a few lines later. And even if that's a throwaway movie line, I'd like is to be canon because the implications are very funny. Because that implies that he's been around for at least like, 3000 years. I feel like we should be talking about this more. Do all skinchangers live that long or is it just Beorn? Was Beorn around for like, the Silmarillion?? Are skinchangers like a whole separate species or are they just humans, and if they're humans, are they born that way or does something happen to them??? If I, a normal human, could live 3000+ years and turn into a bear I'd be all over that shit. Also how are they brought up nowhere else in the Legendarium??? You'd think that someone would've noticed a sizeable group of extremely tall buff people who turn into bears. If they were around during the First Age Finrod absolutely would've befriended them is all I'm saying.

Then again, maybe he did, I've seen theories that the Beorians were skinchangers floating around before. Hell, Maybe Beorn is Beor and he just retired out of the historical narrative after a while. Sure gives a new meaning to them calling him "the Old."

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

PLEASE PLEASE be aware there is talks of torture and graphic depictions of death. But it is overall so beautifully written. Dead dove do not eat. Tw: torture, graphic depictions of death

The Walkers pt 1

Kind of the prequel for “The Bear’s Lady”

word count: 3443

“Ullrae!” The scream is the last time you hear your mother’s voice, your name the last thing to pass her lips before the Orc’s jagged blade steals her life. The roar of anger as your father throws himself into the fight, shifting into a massive lynx in mid-air and slashing any and all throats he can, before he too is cut down. You can do nothing but watch, bound by some sort of evil that stops you from shifting, stops you from helping, keeps you still and only able to watch in horror as your family is slaughtered.

Keep reading

[homocidalpotat]

I would also like your expert opinion on what lotr race is being. Sorry,but you are a hobbit.

hmm you are a wizard ✨✨ or maybe a skinchanger like beorn (from the hobbit)

im not a hobbit why does everyone keep saying that :c /silly

[meryl-melys]

Random thoughts I had about Beorns people(not the Beornings though, lol)

Skinchanger see rabbits as a sign of peace

So if a rabbit or another a prey animal, likes you or travels with you, they consider you as harmless or trustworthy

Such is the case with bilbo

They don’t have money, they trade with either food or things the other need, but they especially like stories

They give each other chestnuts as courting gifts as an ask and they don’t do it directly, they give you something they made by their own hands and hide the chestnuts inside so it isn’t that obvious to the others

If you accept, you give them one too

And they plant both next to each other so there can grow trees

Cause trees are a symbol of love and eternity

And if anyone fells their tree they will get super upset, mad and angry

So you better run

They greet with rather much words and it is considered as impolite if you don’t so Beorn just ignores Gandalf like ,he’s impolite, I do not value his presence and I didn’t even looked at him’

Also they have another feeling of time, good morning is something they would say before sunrise because they wish you a good morning in advance before the actual morning

If they are too long in their human form they will grow tusks in the lower jaw

And if they aren’t cut they eventually pierce through the eyes

But some will let them grow long enough that they are intimidating because they are also a sign of rank(the longer, the higher)

Yet Beorn cut his own as a sign of mourning and he does not want to place himself higher than his deceased kind although he would be allowed to from their moral point of view

They have a fucked up sleep schedule (just like me haha)

If you are interested in more headcanons of the hobbit just let me know

[delicatenightfury]

Star of the Mountain: Chapter 12

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

Please comment, reblog, and like!

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“What are we going to do?”

“He’s practically standing guard!”

“Look at him swinging that ax. He’ll kill us for sure.”

Dwalin crossed his arms, exchanging a glance with Thorin over the heads of the others. Overnight, the skinchanger had come back from the woods, this time as a man. No one had heard him. Except, when they woke up, he was outside chopping wood. Several of the dwarves were anxious about the larger man.

“We never should have come here,” Gloin grumbled. “It was a mistake, I said this myself.”

“Well, I say that we should leg it,” Nori said. “Slip out the back way.”

Dwalin put his hand on Nori’s chest, glaring slightly.

“I’m not running from anyone. Beast or no.”

“There’s no point in arguing,” Gandalf said to them. “We cannot pass through the woodland without Beorn’s help. We’ll be hunted down before we ever get to the forest. Ah, Bilbo, there you are. Now, this will require some delicate handling. You must tread very carefully. The last person to have startled him, was torn to shreds. I will go first. Bilbo! You’ll come with me.”

The hobbit shuffled his way to the front of the company.

“Is this a good idea?” he questioned.

“Yes. Now, the rest of you, you just wait here. And don’t come out until I give the signal. And no sudden movements, or loud noises, and don’t overcrowd him.”

“What next?” Dwalin grumbled. “Don’t breathe?”

He heard Oreliell chuckle lightly behind him.

“Only come out in pairs,” Gandalf continued. “Actually Bombur, you count as two so you should come out alone. Remember, wait for the signal.”

Gandalf stepped outside, Bilbo following closely behind him. Dwalin watched them walk forward, almost timidly toward the skinchanger.

“What signal would that be?” Bofur suddenly asked.

Dwalin groaned.

“We’re doomed.”

“Don’t worry,” Oreliell said with another chuckle. “We are going to be fine.”

“What makes you so sure?”

She shrugged.

“Nothing really. Though if Gandalf’s plan doesn’t work, then Vedis has come up with one as well.”

“And do you plan on sharing?”

“Let’s see how Gandalf fairs first.”

“Everyone pair up,” Thorin said. “We must be ready.”

The dwarves shuffled around, deciding to pair up with their relatives. Balin gave his brother a reassuring look.

“There it is!” Bofur said. “Go! Go! Go!”

Dwalin nudged Balin’s arm and started outside. He saw the skinchanger pick up his ax again, and tried to let it bother him.

“Dwalin and Balin,” he introduced.

“And I must confess,” Gandalf said, “that several in our group are in fact dwarves.”

“Do you call two, several?” Beorn asked.

Dwalin couldn’t quite hear what Gandalf was saying then, but soon Gloin and Oin came filing outside.

“Ah and there’s some more of our happy troop.”

“And do you call six a troop?” Beorn sounded like he was becoming more agitated. “What are you? A traveling circus?”

Dori and Ori came out next, introducing themselves.

“At your service,” Dori said.

“I don’t want your service!” Beorn said.

Next came Fili and Kili. Followed quickly by Nori, Bofur, Bifur, and Bombur. Dwalin crossed his arms and groaned.

“This is going well,” he muttered to Balin.

“Is that it?” Beorn asked.

Finally, Thorin stepped outside. Beorn was quiet for a long moment. Dwalin glanced at Thorin, noticing that Oreliell and Vedis were no longer in sight. 

“Is this truly everyone?” Beorn asked again.

“Well, um, I must admit no,” Gandalf said. “But worry not, there are no more dwarves.”

“Then who else, pray tell, is in your company?”

“Possibly an old acquaintance?”

Everyone turned their heads, for Oreliell’s voice had come from behind them. The sisters had soft smiles on their faces as they approached. Dwalin glanced back at Beorn. The giant man seemed shocked to see the two of them. The women walked past the dwarves, not an ounce of nerves present on them. What happened next shocked the company, Gandalf included.

Beorn let out a laugh as he set his ax down. He stepped forward and hugged Oreliell, then Vedis.

“What is happening?” Bofur whispered.

“By the looks of it, they know one another,” Balin replied, his shoulders relaxing.

“By the gods, it is good to see you two again,” Beorn said. “What on earth are you doing in these parts?”

“Traveling with this company,” Oreliell said, looking back at them. “We hadn’t planned on coming this way, but we seemed to have run into some trouble along the way.”

“Your wizard was talking about goblins. And I have seen an orc pack wandering the forest as well.”

Oreliell nodded. She lowered her voice then, so that the others could not hear. A minute later, Vedis departed from the two and returned to the company.

“Well?” Gloin said. “What does he say?”

Vedis took a deep breath and gave a few hand motions. The company stared at her for a long moment.

“She’s saying to be patient,” Thorin said. “They’ll explain everything shortly.” Vedis nodded. “Let’s move inside.”

The dwarves moved back inside the house and into the dining room. A minute later, Beorn and Oreliell joined them. Oreliell encouraged everyone to grab a seat while Beorn grabbed some food for them. Soon everyone was settling down with mugs of milk in their hand and plates of food in front of them.

“So you are the one they call Oakenshield,” Beorn said, looking at Thorin. “Tell me. Why is Azog the Defiler hunting you?”

“You know of Azog?” Thorin looked up at him. “How?”

“My people were the first to live in the mountains, before the orcs came down from the north. The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved. Not for work, you understand, but for sport. Caging skinchangers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.”

“There are others like you?” Bilbo asked.

“Once there were many.”

“And now?”

“Now, there is only one.” He looked over at the sisters. “It was thanks to Oreliell and Vedis that I am still alive.”

“I just wish we were able to do more,” Oreliell said. She was sitting against the window ledge behind half the dwarves.

“I know you do,” Beorn said, “but I am thankful nonetheless.” He set down the jug he had been using to pour drinks and sat down in a large chair. “You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?”

“Before Durin’s Day falls, yes,” Gandalf said.

“You are running out of time.”

“Which is why we must go through Mirkwood.”

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. I would not venture there except in great need.”

“We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe.”

“Safe? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They’re less wise and more dangerous. But it matters not.”

“What do you mean?” Thorin asked.

“These lands are crawling with orcs. Their numbers are growing, and you are on foot. You will never reach the forest alive.” Beorn stood up and began to slowly approach Thorin. “I don’t like dwarves. They’re greedy and blind. Blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own.” He picked up a mouse that had tried to crawl over Dwalin’s arm. “But orcs I hate more. What do you need?”

Thorin had met with Beorn, Gandalf, Oreliell, and Balin to discuss provisions. Oreliell had requested they stay another night to recover from their travels. Beorn had agreed. He also provided herbs for medicine so they could further treat some of their wounds. 

After breakfast, the company found themselves outside. Oreliell and Vedis were with Bilbo, showing him how to properly grip and use his sword. Oreliell was coaching him while Vedis acted as his sparring partner. It was a rather amusing sight to see the hobbit flail around. He was improving, but still looked unnatural.

“Thorin,” Kili said, “how was it you knew what Vedis was saying earlier?”

“Aye, she was just using hand gestures,” Fili added.

Thorin chuckled. “It’s similar to how Bifur communicates. I traveled with them for over three years, so I should hope that I know how to communicate with Vedis without her sister present.”

The few surrounding dwarves who had heard him stared and gaped at him, making him chuckle.

“Three years?” Kili cried. “How did we never know about this?”

“I have to agree with Kili on this one,” Balin said. “You wrote to us back in the Blue Mountains many times, yet never once did you mention traveling companions, Thorin.”

“What good would have come from it if I had?” Thorin asked. “Like I’ve said before, you were aware of my grievances with elves in the past, and would have thought that I was with them against my will. But Vedis and Oreliell gained my trust and respect as we traveled together.”

As the dwarves took a moment to ponder over Thorin’s words, Bilbo joined them. He was breathing heavily, but had a small smile on his face.

“How are you fairing, Master Baggins?” Dori said.

“Well enough, I suppose,” he replied, plopping down on a log. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get the hang of wielding a sword.”

“These things take time,” Bofur said. “From what I saw, you were doing well!”

“Thank you. I must say, the sisters are very good teachers.”

It was then that a loud clang echoed around them. The company looked up, slightly startled, to find Vedis and Oreliell locking blades with one another. Their movements were fluid and fast, yet easily controlled. Every attack was parried with a counter and responded to just as quickly. They were dangerous looking; it was understandable to see why the goblins had been afraid of them. It was beautiful to watch.

“My word,” Dori said. “Are they trying to kill each other?”

Thorin chuckled. Dwalin looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but his friend merely smiled. The company watched the sisters closely, commenting every now and then about the fight. Eventually, they began to cheer for them. Several debated starting a betting on who would win. The sisters appeared to be evenly matched, so it was hard for them to decide on a winner. They were still debating when Oreliell and Vedis paused.

“Master dwarves,” Oreliell called. “Are you content betting on such a close match, or would you rather upping the stakes?”

She immediately caught their attention. 

“What do you mean?” Ori said.

The elf shrugged.

“My sister and I are evenly matched. We’ve trained and traveled together most of our lives. However, I believe I see some worthy opponents amongst you.” She directed her gaze to Thorin. “That is, if you think you can handle it.”

Thorin smirked.

“I’ll have a go!”

“So will I!”

Dwalin rolled his eyes at the Durin princes. They readily jumped to their feet. Fili and Kili confidently walked toward the sisters, who welcomed them with amused smiles. However, Oreliell turned her gaze back to the company. She raised an eyebrow, a challenge clear in her eye.

Thorin chuckled again. He tapped Dwalin’s shoulder before standing up. Dwalin glanced at him in confusion. Thorin motioned for him to stand as he pulled out his sword. 

“You can’t be serious,Thorin,” he said, slowly standing as well.

“I’m not the one who requested it.”

“Four dwarves versus two elves?” Gloin said. “That hardly seems fair.”

“Then be glad they did not request four versus one,” Thorin said.

“If that’s what the people want, then we can do that too,” Oreliell spoke up. She twirled her sword a little. Behind her, Vedis looked highly amused. “Perhaps after this first bout.”

Dwalin followed Thorin to where the princes were, standing across from the elves. He could hear the company already beginning to place their bets. Dwalin adjusted his grip on his ax, getting into a ready stance. The others did the same. They were all smirking at one another, ready for the fight to come.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Thorin said.

[factorydefaultlu]

Being human in the lotr universe isn’t enough, imagine being some kind of a half giant that treats the hobbits like little teddy bears. Every night when the fellowship sets up for camp and goes to sleep one of them gets snatched up to get cuddled because you just want them to be warm and safe. Eventually they start to get jealous of whoever gets to sleep with you that night so it ends up turning into a big nightly cuddle pile. They would just look like a bunch of sleepy kittens-😭😔❤️‍🩹

Ahhh my heart. Being a skinchanger like Beorn! Hobbit cuddle puddle sounds amazing

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read the Hobbit! Chapter 7

The next morning Bilbo woke up with the early sun in his eyes. He jumped up to look at the time and to go and put his kettle on—and found he was not home at all.

Guess my joking predictions of last thoughts of home are dashed.

After a good while the eagles must have seen the point they were making for, even from their great height, for they began to go down circling round in great spirals.

They're lucky Bilbo didn't hurl.

"I may look in on it again before it is all over, but in the meanwhile I have some other pressing business to attend to."

I assume he's trying to ruin the lives of some other innocent people, but this is a very silly assumption to make because of course he's going off to deal with the Necromancer's fortress of Dol Guldur. He's also probably got to recruit Galadriel because she wasn't chilling around Rivendell except in the shitty films, I think.

Then they took off their clothes and bathed in the river, which was shallow and clear and stony at the ford.

Nine hours of film and not one bit of gratuitous skinny dipping. Simply shameful on Jackson's part.

“And why is it called the Carrock?” asked Bilbo as he went along at the wizard’s side.

Because the Celtic root word for Welsh "carreg" and English "carr" is an anomaly that doesn't match the normal sound-changes of the language, which got Tolkien's attention.

“He called it the Carrock, because carrock is his word for it. He calls things like that carrocks, and this one is the Carrock because it is the only one near his home and he knows it well.”

Or that, I guess.

“What! a furrier, a man that calls rabbits conies, when he doesn’t turn their skins into squirrels?” asked Bilbo. “Good gracious heavens, no, no, NO, NO!” said Gandalf.

I don't even think Gandalf snaps this way at Pippin later, which is some credit to the young idiot. Bilbo clearly doesn't know enough about furries. I mean wargs. I mean skinchangers.

He keeps hives and hives of great fierce bees, and lives most on cream and honey.

I'm not a nutritionist by any means (or is it dietician that's protected? I'm not whichever one is protected and am totally the one that belongs to shysters and other disreputable sorts, please send 17 payments of $19.99 to hear my dietary and/or nutritional advice - anyway), but is cream and honey really a great diet for a person or a bear?

They were bigger than hornets. The drones were bigger than your thumb, a good deal, and the bands of yellow on their deep black bodies shone like fiery gold.

Well, I'm out of here. Fuck bees of this size.

"Bombur is fattest and will do for two, he had better come alone and last."

Come on, Tolkien. Just... come on.

“I am Gandalf,” said the wizard. “Never heard of him,” growled the man.

I admire anyone who can stay away from celebrity culture.

“I have heard of you, if you have not heard of me; but perhaps you have heard of my good cousin Radagast who lives near the Southern borders of Mirkwood?”

"Cousin" is an interesting way to describe their relationship, but in a way virtually any family relation would be eyebrow raising for one reason or another.

“I was coming over the mountains with a friend or two...” said the wizard.

The way Gandalf shamelessly lies to most everyone makes me wonder why he's particularly welcome anywhere. Makes me think that Wormtongue's castigations had more basis in reality than Gandalf wanted to admit.

"...(son of Thrain, son of Thror, I believe)..."

You don't know Gandalf but you do know Thorin's family tree. Is there a really weird and selective "Who's Who in the North" getting published?

“Troop of ponies? What were you—a travelling circus? Or were you carrying lots of goods? Or do you always call six a troop?”

Beorn, buddy, stop giving him chances to overwhelm you. It's so obvious he's got a host of dwarves with him that even an actual bear would be able to see what was up at this point.

"Fifteen birds in five fir-trees ..."

This is your reminder to listen to this song every chance you get. There's not much more to say with this chapter - it's a lot more obviously for kids than most of the others, as only children would delight at Beorn's slowly and excruciatingly getting strung along like this.

He refused to wait five minutes, and followed immediately after the other two.

Good for you Bombur, don't be fat-shamed.

Inside the hall it was now quite dark. Beorn clapped his hands, and in trotted four beautiful white ponies and several large long-bodied grey dogs.

I forgot that Beorn was a Disney princess. Good for him.

(Also this whole sequence is quite nice even though it's still pretty kiddy.)

There they had a supper, or a dinner, such as they had not had since they left the Last Homely House in the West and said good-bye to Elrond.

Sadly, the dinner itself is not described, but it clearly must be more than cream and honey since knives are involved. Maybe Beorn's a regular vegetarian?

The wind was on the withered heath, / but in the forest stirred no leaf: / there shadows lay by night and day, / and dark things silent crept beneath.

Such an upbeat song for after dinner. Still better than elf bullshit though!

Bilbo wondered what it was, and whether it could be Beorn in enchanted shape, and if he would come in as a bear and kill them.

It's definitely Beorn buddy, but it sure as heck ain't the case that he's gonna eat ya.

Just before sunset he walked into the hall, where the hobbit and the dwarves were having supper, waited on by Beorn’s wonderful animals, as they had been all day.

Another day passed and not a menu described. It's stuff like this that GRRM resents far more than tax policies and resurrections.

They must have looked very queer from outside, popping out into the air one after another, green, blue, red, silver-grey, yellow, white; big ones, little ones; little ones dodging through big ones and joining into figure-eights, and going off like a flock of birds into the distance.

Gandalf says "Gay rights!"

...he had eaten two whole loaves (with masses of butter and honey and clotted cream) and drunk at least a quart of mead...

Aha! Beorn and his animals bake! This explains everything.

“Little bunny is getting nice and fat again on bread and honey,” he chuckled. “Come and have some more!”

Gosh maybe Beorn is trying to eat him each night.

So much they told him when he forced them, but he guessed there was more wickedness than this afoot, and that a great raid of the whole goblin army with their wolf-allies into the lands shadowed by the mountains might soon be made to find the dwarves, or to take vengeance on the men and creatures that lived there, and who they thought must be sheltering them.

Note again that so much of this chapter is just about setting up the final conflict. It's good to have downtime after all the intensity, but this is one of the books' largest chapters and it's just kinda going in circles. This middle section could really have used some overall tightening.

"And in the dim shadows of that place I don’t think you will shoot anything, wholesome or unwholesome, without straying from the path. That you MUST NOT do, for any reason."

Guess what happens when they get there? Still though, this is a better use of this chapter's word count than other things have been. Foreshadowing goes a long way.

As the light faded Bilbo thought he saw away to the right, or to the left, the shadowy form of a great bear prowling along in the same direction. But if he dared to mention it to Gandalf, the wizard only said: “Hush! Take no notice!”

Protection, or Beorn's last attempt to eat Bilbo? You decide!

It is no use arguing. I have, as I told you, some pressing business away south; and I am already late through bothering with you people.

Off to Lothlorien to get the rest of the council ready for Dol Guldur? Or did Elrond take care of that and it's straight to the Necromancer? Did I already make this note? Will this chapter ever end?

“What about the horse, then?” said Thorin. “You don’t mention sending that back.” “I don’t, because I am not sending it.” “What about your promise then?”

"Just because Beorn can wreck your shit doesn't mean he can wreck mine," said the wizard.

"You have got to look after all these dwarves for me..."

Sure, Gandalf is laughing about this, but it's also pretty much true that Bilbo has a much better chance of keeping the dwarves alive than vice versa thus far.

Stick to the forest-track, keep your spirits up, hope for the best, and with a tremendous slice of luck you may come out one day and see the Long Marshes lying below you, and beyond them, high in the East, the Lonely Mountain where dear old Smaug lives, though I hope he is not expecting you.” “Very comforting you are to be sure,” growled Thorin.

Dammit Thorin if you hog all the snark what am I even here for? It's not like I have much else to say about this overlong chapter. The scene setting was nice but we've long passed foreshadowing and I feel like Tolkien was just including a few of these things to entertain himself while he told this tale to kids.

Then he galloped away and was soon lost to sight. “O good-bye and go away!” grunted the dwarves, all the more angry because they were really filled with dismay at losing him. Now began the most dangerous part of all the journey. They each shouldered the heavy pack and the water-skin which was their share, and turned from the light that lay on the lands outside and plunged into the forest.

And so ends another chapter. This middle part of the story is a lot more uneven than I really remembered. It does pick up again but when I compare the amount of detail and words spent on this section compared to the visit to Rivendell - which by all accounts should be the superior vacation destination, as it were - I have no idea why they're so lopsided as they are. It IS important to have levity between the caves of the Mountains and the spiders of the Mirkwood but this again derails the flow of the plot compared to the quick and breezy first few chapters.

Next time, another really long chapter with giant spiders, so in theory I should hate it but we'll see I guess!

[merilles]

OC Questionaire

Thank you @linden-leaf for tagging me! Your questions were so thought-provoking and full of depth that I couldn’t help myself. I chose Medwed to answer them with!

1. What’s a core lie your character believes about themselves or the world, and where did it originate?

Due to her childhood in the Vales of Anduin protected from the perils of the world, she grew up with the belief that there is good inherent in everyone. She was socialized with a limited number of people, all of whom are like her. Though she was raised on tales of wicked Men and beasts, they were just faraway fairytales told beside the warmth of a fire in the safety of a strong home. She dreamed of going beyond the Carrock and taming their dark hearts, changing the world through kindness. She was naïve, for the world is not sunshine and rainbows and not everybody wants to be her friend. That truth was the most difficult for her to swallow when she left her home, and she still struggles to accept it.

2. Who are/were the most important people in their lives? Did they choose those people for themselves (and would they choose them again)?

She is a very loving person who forms attachments with relative ease, so there are many she would say are important to her. However, her family comes first above everyone else — The Beornings, united by their uncertain fate in Middle-earth and their skinchanging abilities. They are her kindred, alone in their uniqueness. She shares the closest bonds with her immediate family: her father, mother, and siblings (of which she is the “golden child”). She holds her friends very dear, along with the allies she makes on her adventure. She trusts the Rangers more than most others, and they have become like family to her. She is an honorary Ranger and they are honorary Beornings!

3. Is there a choice they’ve surprised themselves by making? (And did they learn anything about themselves through making it?)

She surprises herself many times over the course of her journey, but I think the most significant choice is that of violence. She once thought she would never be able to take someone’s life, but she never had to consider that as an option being as sheltered as she was. Once she is out in the world, she repeatedly comes face to face with things (and people) actively trying to harm her or her friends. She realizes that she is fully capable of spilling blood, and not always in self defense. And on occasion she reluctantly admits that she enjoys battle, seeing her enemies dead so they can’t hurt anyone again. She is forced to make that choice time and time again, and she wonders if it is just necessity…or her true nature?

Three questions to pass along!

1. How does your OC present themselves to the world (i.e. their persona) and does it differ from what they are actually like? If so, who do they feel comfortable taking the “mask” off around and why did that “mask” develop in the first place?

2. What is one thing they could change either about themselves or the past? Why would they make that change? How would that change affect who they are and the world around them in their current timeline?

3. Drawing from the language of flowers, what flower(s) would best symbolize them and why?

Tagging @yellow-faerie, @elanna-elrondiel, @toasterdrake, @shiremenace, @sweetearthandnorthernsky, @the-journey-was-the-point, @a-lonely-dunedain, and anyone else who’d like to answer!

[luna-redamancy]

Happy 4 year Tumblrversary! ❤️ If you’ve got time, would you please write a little something for Beorn using prompt 16? Love you and your work ☺️

Hi, lovey! Thank you so much! Also- thank you for all your help through the years with prompts, ideas, and beta-reading to help me figure out where to go with a fic. I hope you enjoy this:

“Listen to me,” Beorn held your face in his hands, heart melting as you looked up at him with teary eyes. The orcs were so close, the growls of their wargs making you tremble. 

“The second I get out there, you run out the back stables, down the hill, and toward the thicket.” 

Beorn’s voice was calm despite how nervous he was, practically trembling himself. 

“Climb the big oak tree and get up as high as you can, and stay as silent as possible,” He instructed you, looking you in the eyes while stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs in calming circular motions. The wargs were getting closer, and you just began to realize how in danger you two were. 

“What about you?” You couldn’t help but ask, wanting to know why he would risk himself in this situation, why he would send you on your own instead of going with you.

Instead of responding to your question, Beorn pressed his lips against yours. His kisses earlier this evening were full of wild passion and love, but now? Now they were laced with fear and pressing ever so gently on your lips, pausing to savor the feeling. Who knew when…Or if, he would ever get to lay eyes on you again, much less feel your lips press against his own.

“I’ll get you as much time as I can,” Beorn said once you two separated, closing his eyes to relish the skin of your face beneath his hands before pulling away from you entirely. 

“Do you remember my instructions?” He asked, pausing at the door. 

“Yes,” You said, voice wavering as fear coursed through your body. 

“Good.” He grunted, turning to look at you. 

“Just in case… Remember this.” Beorn gave you a rare smile.

“I love you, my gentle mouse.”

“Bear–” Before you could say anything else, he flung the door open, body rippling as he shifted into his bear form. Tears stinging at the back of your eyes, you fled the house. 

You never got to say you loved him back.

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[russelljacksonart]

Sometimes he is a great black bear... And sometimes, he is a big, strong man. He will either help us, or kill us. #beorn #thehobbit #beornofthenorth #bear #skinchanger #tolkien #tolkienart #lordoftherings #lotr #fanart #jrrtolkien #fantasy #manbearpig (at Louisville, Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL-V868llxQ/?igshid=wuu5gz9xqbum

[joyfullynervouscreator]

the bear's lady was amazing 😍😍

Thank you! I am very fond of the whole Shapechanger Chronicle series, but the bear’s lady is one of my faves... there’s just so much potential for snark in the PJ film dialogue :D

I’m not sure if all of it is on Tumblr, and as I’ve given up posting full works on here regardless, I’ve copied the Ao3 links below in case anyone wants to have a gander at the world of Beorn and his kin.

The Power of a Name

Little Red

The Walkers

The Bear’s Lady

[ilovedainironfoot]

For @scoutravenson​​ who nicely asked if we could see Bilbo’s reaction too ! Hope you’ll like it :)

 BILBO :

-confused

-like, SO confused

-so...you have a beard...but you are also a woman...and  he read that only dwarves women have beards. At least it’s what he remembers. But you are too tall to be a dwarf ! You are definitly not an elf, for sure, so you must be a human woman  ?

-will he dare to ask ? NEVER. He’s a Hobbit ! Hobbits are polite ! and what if he offends you ? What if it’s something sacred or a cultural sign ? Like the same it is for the dwarves ? He spent months with thirteen of them, he had time to understand how much bairds and beards were held in high esteem for them. Is it the same for you ?

-It doesn't change the fact that he invites you to dinner and sleep over when you ask, and it doesn't change the fact that he is a perfect host

-but the Took side of him is VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY curious.

-As you tell him about your travels, he decides, while you are lying in the guest room, to take a map of Middle-Earth and trace your travels, in order to get a clue. What he wants is to know where he should look. Perhaps there is mention of bearded women other than among the dwarves and he simply has not heard of them ?

-Again, he is so scared to be rude that he'd rather spend hours digging through archives than asking questions. How could he be a respectable Hobbit if he embarrassed his guests? 

-Than he remembers Beorn, and thinks that maybe you are a skinchanger too ? But Beorn said he was the last of his kin ? After all, he has a beard too, even when he is in his “human” form.

-Then what he fears happens the next day, during breakfast: his tongue slips and he says the word "beard" when he should say another word.

-internal screaming of “I’M THE MOST HORRIBLE HOST EVER”

-he apologized until he can’t breathe

-then he is surprised when you burst out laughing, saying that it took him enough time to finally ask

-you explain to him that yes, you are indeed a human woman. And yes, that is is  uncommon for human women to grow beards but it can happen and because humans don’t find it attractive for a woman to have one, you used to shave every morning but decided to stop several years ago, because you felt better that way.

-”The problem is, I was never taught to take care of it and most of the time I'm told to just shave it so my beard is not very pretty and I don't really know how to take care of it“

-knowing this, he is already more reassured not to be rude. And then, above all, he remembers that some of the Company  are coming by for tea today.  ( Balin is for sure coming, but he doesn't know if he will be invaded again by the whole company or just Balin )

-”Well, I have friends who can help you with that !” he happily say “And they will, I am sure, be more than happy to give you advices ! ”

-You are a little reluctant to accept, fearing to disturb his friends, but Bilbo insists because "Believe me, on this subject you will not find better !  And between you and me, they'll be so busy drowning you with advice that they might not want to eat all of my food supply this time !”

-he was right for the drowing you with advices but sadly not for the not-eating-all-the-food part

-because the whole Company came, and the whole Company decided to stay at Bilbo's for a week to teach you all the care to give to your beard, all the hairstyles, all the jewels to put according to your color and texture of the hair

-after their departure, Bilbo will gladly accompany you to the market when you need to restock your care products and, above all, to give his opinion on jewelry and other necklaces ( “Oh no ! You’ll not putting that in your beard, please ! It’s not even complimenting your eyes ! No No No ! This one is waaay better !”).

-when you want to try new braids, he is happy to help, and sometimes even gives you ideas, but he is not very good at it

They meet a human woman with a beard, how do they react? ( Thorin’s company )

( none of the gifs or pictures are mine )

(Here a picture found on google of Harnaam Kaur ,she’s 24 years old , has polycystic ovary syndrome, a hormonal condition that can result in the growth of excess facial hair. In March 2016 she became the first female with a beard to walk the runway at London Fashion Week. She’s BEAUTIFUL SERIOUSLY !)

Thorin

-he is SO confused at first

-The fact of meeting a dwarf traveling alone, a lady at that, being surprising and rare to say the least, he is just, “Where are you from? Where are the others? What dwarf cities are you from? Why are you traveling alone ?”

-because yes, even if you are the size of a human, and having never heard of a bearded woman existing among humans, he immediately thinks that you are a lady dwarf

-When you explain to him that no, it is quite normal, that you are not one of his but actually a human lady, he will confound himself in excuses.

-He knows the reputation that dwarf women have among humans (not to their liking) and fears to have embarrassed you

-Does he find you attractive? MAHAL YES !!!

-”Balin help how do you compliment a human lady ?“

Balin

-He had heard of women with beards among humans but had never met one before

-He is more than delighted and honored to meet you

-he will subtly make you understand that you do not leave indifferent several members of the Company

-if you ask him, he will explain how beards are perceived by dwarves, and how important they are to them

Dwalin

-At first he will think that you are making fun of dwarf women and that you have a fake beard

-he will then smash the face of all those who will have the misfortune to make fun of you 

-will help Thorin to compliment you

-will teach you to break the face of those who laugh at you

Oin

-no matter how many times you try to explain to him that you are a human lady, he will think you are a lady dwarf

-will give you billions of tips to take care of your beard and make it beautiful

Gloin

-”a beard like this and still not married? Inconceivable!”

-he is outraged to hear that you are single 

-”Come on, Oin, we must find her someone worthy of her !”

-Bombur and him adopt you

-as protective as Dwalin

Kili

-knowing already that some dwarf women have more beard than him, to know that a HUMAN LADY has more beard than him makes him a little jealous

-but after a while he is : “Ok she’s pretty.”

-tries to make you understand that he finds you attractive

Fili

-laughs at his brother for seeing that a female human has more beard than him

-compliments you directly 

-does not hide that you are perceived as a beauty among the dwarfs

-will offer you to try some braids and will even lend you some of his jewelry

Bifur

-Like Oin, he will think that you are a dwarf lady and good luck to make him understand

-he will offer you wooden jewels that he will have carved himself to adorn your beard

-will try for a long time to put you in couple with Bofur

Bofur

-he is sorry to hear that you have been harassed and mocked because of your beard

-”Why don’t you come leave in one of our city ? Even if dwarfs are not to your taste, you will be more than respected here, and much more !”

-will assure you that you are very pretty the way you are and that you have nothing to be ashamed of

Bombur

-he is already on his way to adopt you

-cherring adoptive father

-if you were not confident because of your beard, he will give you confidence

Dori

-he must control himself with all his strength not to bury you under all his advices to magnify your beard, the oils to use, the possible hairstyles to make, the braids, the jewelry

-the first human he sees looking at you the wrong way will have his arm broken

Ori

-It will take a while for this little guy to come and ask you if he can draw you

-“Dori, how do you court someone?”

-is very afraid to compliment you

Nori

-you will find jewels to put in your beard in your pockets and your bag without ever knowing where they come from

-he will never tell you but he thinks your beard is beautiful 

in short: they think you are beautiful and they think that if Aulë made the gift of a beard to a human lady, she is worth it