#hobbit shenanigans

[onestormynight]

duality of dwarf

[m4yh4ps]

Lobelia & Bilbo Siblings AU🍋🍀 + Lobelia's laketown garb🍋🐳

please love them🙏😔

[morningnoodles]

pot and kettle etc (original post here)

[ao3-shenanigans]

18 and 12 for the get to know me asks?

18. Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?

I friken love books; if I had to pick a top like 3ish right now, I’d say Brendon Sanderson’s The Way Of Kings, J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, and Escape from Mr.Lemmoncello’s Library by Chris Gaberstine

12. Music?

Hozier, Rainbow Kitten Surprise and Cosmo Sheldrake are my favorites right now

[tetchy-frog]

Interludes From Kinging:

It’s finally time! This is my piece for the Thorin’s Spring Forge 2023 event! I got to work with the lovely, magnanimous, amazing @isclanel and create a short mini comic for their work, “Interludes from Kinging”, which you can find here!

Thank you so much for being a lovely working partner, Isclanel!

[crosbyism]

thank god for sid sidequest szn to help us through the offseason

following his adventures like hes a little hobbit experiencing wondrous things on the way to achieving his burdensome goal (highscoring season with a deep playoff run)

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Finding Our Paths

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Status: Complete (3/3)

Tags: Post-Battle of Five Armies | Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies | Humor | Kili Shenanigans | Bilbo & Kili Friendship | background bagginshield | Bilbo & Kili are put in charge | erebor politics

Summary: Thorin and Fili are taking a trip to the Iron Hills and leave Bilbo and Kili in charge. It should be relatively routine, but in the span of a day they have a war on their hands and the mountain falling down around them. Is it time to call for Thorin yet?

Dedication: For @wanderingjedihistorian

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“I think we should call for Thorin now.” Bilbo stated simply.

Kili was nodding along with the Ri brothers until he realized what that would entail. His bet with Fili! If he lost, it was another week of stuff like this, only this time with Thorin and Balin breathing down his neck since it was his fault they were called back in the first place. He couldn’t accept defeat! Not this early. 

“Or…we just fix it. We can handle it. There’s no need to involve Thorin and Fili yet.” 

Bilbo stared at him incredulously. “Did you not hear the part about having war declared on us? Kili, my lad, we are most definitely out of our element.”

“It’s just a few…hiccups. I’m sure Nori is just blowing it out of proportion.”

“Yes, I’m always so prone to exaggerate.” Nori snapped sarcastically.

Kili ignored him and pressed on. “Besides, what’s Uncle going to think when he comes back to find you let things get this bad?”

“ME?!” Bilbo gasped indignant.

“Yes, you’re the Consort. You have the most power right now.”

“How about the fact that I’m not actually royalty, you are.”

“How about the fact that…”

“Is this really helping?!” Ori interrupted.

[lord-angelfish]

@quietwingsinthesky this is the other thing i wrote in response to your hobbit prompt that i then realized didn't actually work. (i edited it a little, though)

"Thorin, even *my* feet hurt after all the distance we've travelled today. Do you *know* how much walking it takes to make a hobbit's feet hurt?" Bilbo demands.

Thorin does not know, actually. He's a dwarf, after all, and he'd never met a halfling before Bilbo - how is he supposed to know these things?

And even besides that, dwarfs generally take the far more sensible avenue of actually wearing boots and appropriate hiking gear for a long trek, rather than trusting to the somewhat dubious grace of built up calluses to handle, say, a mountain trail.

Thorin, however, does not voice this train of thought. He... supposes that Bilbo might have a point regarding the lengths to which he's pushed the group today. He surveys the group and winces at the sight of his nephews, Fili and Kili having fallen back to the back of the group. yes, BIlbo definitely has a point, although Thorin refuses to admit to it outside of the privacy of his own head.

[merilles]

the ballad of bingo boffin ✨

“it's a dangerous business, going out your door. you step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

[mey-rin-is-fabulous]

HAPPY 10TH TO THE HOBBIT: DESOLATION OF SMAUG. December 12 to 13.

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @dryadalismagicae // Lyrian

Oh, great, as if his life couldn’t get any worse. First, he was born into a family where parental guidance, support, and affection were prohibited. Then, he got disowned for repudiating his father’s wishes, and consequently, swerved the lands, forests, meadows, and towns of Faerûn for literal decades, only to wind up in the most deplorable district in Baldur’s Gate. Fortunately, after myriads of years of floundering his way up in the circles of society, he finally managed to clamber out of the mire that was poverty. At last, he could pursue the career he’d always dreamt of. He was a successful bard, member of a talented troupe, he was on his way of making a name for himself. That was, until those tentacled freaks abducted him and shoved a mind flayer parasite in his eye. And, of course, to make matters even worse, the nautiloid, his prison, had been under attack, shot out of the heavens, causing him to plummet to his death. The only twist, however, to his tale, was that he hadn’t died. Not that this predicament was any more desirable: stranded on a beach, all alone and surrounded by a scenery foreign to him, the grove nearby, full of selfish and xenophobic druids and not a single healer to aid him with his ocular malady, and now, this — a deceased dwarf, claiming the elf was some sort of True Soul. Luran had not the faintest of clues what that entailed, and he certainly didn’t want to find out, but his ignorance had antagonised the two humans who’d been desperate to safe their perished leader. (Who on earth would go poking their dense, dull-witted heads in an owlbear liar, while those creatures were notorious for their ferocious nature?)

Fatigued and annoyed, Luran regarded the two humans as they yanked their weapons from their sheaths and pointed the blades at him. Perhaps happening upon the grove and the merchants was a godsend; the longsword he’d obtained there would prove to be his most valuable companion. Still, he didn’t know what he’d done wrong, didn’t fathom the impact of his ignorance. Not that it mattered, for he had no other choice but to eliminate his adversaries — no amount of deceptive rambling could get him out of this hellhole now... Unfortunately, the humans were startlingly and disconcertingly agile and swift, and nicked the exquisite fabric of his attire within mere seconds. A sigh left his lips as he seized the hilt of the sword and swung it at his opponents. The woman ducked, the man did too, but was a tad too slow and the blade drew a deep gash in his shoulder.

Though, the elf had injured him, the man retaliated, the sun reflected in the metal of his own blade, which Luran, craftily, managed to parry by holding the longsword vertically. Unfortunately, this action left his right flank unprotected, which the woman and her mace took advantage of. The blow to his side destabilised him, almost knocking him prone. Some of his ribs cracked under the forceful impact, eliciting a groan of pain from him. Stellar... He tried to ignore the discomfort, which increased with every movement, and lashed out, pivoting around his axis, building up momentum for his longsword, and engraved a cavernous, crimson red cleft right across her face. She sagged, like a burlap sack of flour, on the grass and bled out.

A cry of anguish mingled with grief, pierced his pointy ears before he felt the searing pain of metal penetrating his skin and muscles — his other side. Luran gritted his teeth to muffle a cry of his own, and burrowed his sword deep into the man’s chest. The cultist retracted his blade out of reflex, causing warm blood to ooze out of the wound he’d inflicted. Instinctively, Luran covered it with his hand, applying pressure, and watched how the other fell victim to his wrath.

The commotion, the distinct sounds of a tussle, ebbed away, leaving the high-elf hunched in pain, his injuries aching, throbbing, with two — three — dead bodies lying at his feet. Fan-fucking-tastic...

[choysum]

found hope in a room full of children singing a sea shanty btw. the world is so so good. ouai je suis fier.e d'y etre matelot :}

[myz-wykkyd]

A redesign of another old oc of mine named Rivorneth (whose name loosely translates to "Black Crown") who I use for both LOTR and dnd related shenanigans. This particular version is geared more towards LoTR. Reference is kind of crappy cause formatting isn't my forte and I wanted to use it for commissions LOL Bio under the cut.

Adult - Elf - She/Her

"After losing her mother to orcs, Rivorneth was consumed by her desire for vengeance- which soon lead her to hunting down and killing any orc she found. Eventually, however, her anger proved to be her downfall. After a particular hunt leads to her destroying an orc trying to live in peace, she is possessed by a Wraith bent on turning her into a servant of her greatest enemy. With her time slowly running out, Rivorneth must seek a means of freeing herself from the corrupting force- all while resisting the allure of it's power."

Rivorneth is slowly becoming a Ringwraith. Based on a mix of lore from the books, movies, and video game The Shadow of Morder.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Re-embodied Finrod in Mirkwood

This is a series of headcanon I came up with after being inspired by a recent Thranduil x Re-embodied Finrod x Reader request.

There is a spot of NSFW towards the end of the post.

Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.  

💫 Finrod perished in Tol-in-Gaurhoth after killing a werewolf with his bare hands and teeth. The venom in the beast's blood spread through the elf's bloodstream before reaching his heart and changing him before he died. Because of the Doom of Mandos, his fëa was destined to remain in the Vala's halls.

💫 Upon his arrival, his first stop was the Grey Havens, where, after having explained his tasks, he was hosted by Círdan. Finrod remained in the Grey Havens for quite some time, learning of the new customs and races prevalent in Middle-Earth before departing. He also spent time with Elrond in Rivendell and with his sister, Galadriel, in Lothlórien before leaving for the realm now known as Mirkwood.

💫 This all changed during the Third Age, when the dark influence of the Necromancer spread through Greenwood the Great. After he had claimed the abandoned fortress of Amon Lanc for himself, Mawë and Námo approached Finrod to give him a choice: remain in the halls or go back to Middle Earth and aid in the fight against the corrupting influence of the Necromancer. He will then be allowed to return to Valinor whenever he desired. The former choice came with an added caveat. He was to bear the mark of the beast he slew until he returned to Valinor for all time. Only then would it be removed. Finrod still accepted it. He ached to leave the halls and feel the grass beneath his feet again.

💫 Mirkwood's king, Thranduil Oropherion, was wary of him, and Finrod received a less than warm welcome. He was one of the Noldor and bore the mark of a werewolf. Believing him to be a threat to his people, Thranduil kept Finrod confined to a comfortable suite of rooms until he could meet with his council and decide what to do with him. When it became clear the Valar themselves allowed Finrod to return, and with a purpose, the king reluctantly agreed to let him live freely in his halls.

💫Finrod took up playing the harp again and would sing tales of his own life before his demise in Tol-in-Gaurhoth. He would also sing tales he had heard while in the Halls of Mandos.

💫Finrod would try to advise the king, and the king would brush him off, unwilling still to trust him. This mistrust continued until one day, when Finrod risked his own life to save Thranduil’s while they battled spiders living around the outer border of Dol Guldur. Thranduil slowly came to trust Finrod and claim him as a friend, and Finrod earned a place on the king’s council.

💫Finrod remained in Middle-Earth until the War of the Ring and returned to Valinor with Legolas and Gimli.

How the mark of the werewolf affected Finrod:

💫The taint did not mean he could shape-shift, as the werewolf that attacked him could not. However, it did make him stronger and harder to slay in battle.

💫Besides increased strength, Finrod had keener senses, and his eyes would glow. They would be at their brightest if he was aroused or angry. Even his nails and teeth became sharper.

💫Finrod craved meat cooked rare.

💫He was more prone to acts of aggression. It was only with Elrond's and Galadriel's guidance that he was able to control his need for violence.

💫He had a much higher libido and had kinks for breeding, consensual non-consent, marking, and dominance.

How did this affect his preference for relationships:

💫Finrod would agree to a multiple partner scenario if he is happy with the other partners involved. However, if he did bond with only one S/O, he would be fiercely protective of them. He also had a jealous streak and would mark his partner if he believed someone other than him showed interest in them.

Why did Finrod have to bear the mark:

💫 The Valar did not want to make it too easy, or make it look like they were too forgiving, for fëar of other exiles doomed by the prophecy. 

[cocoabubbelle]

[gatheryepens]

So I got back from my girls trip yesterday and I’m in the feels…