#painting WITH ink 😁 (my hands have been blue for days.)

[thedogslegart]

Mangrove forest w out the mangroves.

[lathalea]

💎 My Dear King,

I hope that you are willing to answer an ask on your relationship with your nephews.

First of all, I would like to complement you on doing such a great job helping raise them. But as we have heard many times your nephews Fili and Kili were quite the little troublemakers when they were young and I can imagine that it must have been hard for you to punish them because you clearly love them very much.

Just a little reminder in case you forgot ...

Source: deviantart - Little Angels by Wolfanita

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Anyways, I know that they are adults now, but I can imagine that when they are together, they still get into trouble 😁 Do you still feel the urge to strangle ground them sometimes ?

PS. I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to stay angry at them for a very long time. Your nephews are adorable 😊

I understand that you are a very busy king, but I hope that you will give us a little insight in your family life, because, like you, we all love your family very much.

Thank you My King

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Dearest Lady Enchantzz,

How nice it is to hear from you again, my lady!

I hope that you are well despite the harsh winter weather. My youngest nephew insisted on sending you a parcel containing a thick blanket made of the finest mountain goat wool, a bottle of mulled wine, and a kitten (yes, a KITTEN) to keep you warm. When Crooc, the raven who is currently waiting by my desk to head out with my letter to you, heard about my dear nephew’s proposal, commented on it with these words: “Do I look like a donkey to you, Prince Kili?” “A winged one, yes,” chuckled my sister-son.

“If I’m a winged donkey to you, you are a complete ass!” Crooc retorted. 

At that Fili laughed out loudly, saying, “You’re not wrong, Crooc.”

His brother retaliated by grabbing him and pressing against the wall.

“I am NOT an ass!” Kili shouted.

Fili did not respond with words – he simply pushed Kili away. Kili stumbled backwards and landed on the top of my desk, still holding on to Fili. They scuffled for a while, ignoring both my shouts polite requests to stop this nonsense and Crooc’s annoyed cawing. In the process, they destroyed a few of my newest quills, scattered my parchments and broke my ink bottle. Its contents spilled over the desk and a pile of important documents. When the puddle of ink reached the raven, painting its talons blue, he beat his wings and started circling my battling sister-sons (who at that time resembled a heap of arms and legs on the floor), croaking loudly.

I managed to separate these two somehow and remove them from my study in haste. Only then did I find a moment to clean my face and garments from the splattered ink, with moderate success. What was worse, I discovered that my letter was destroyed in the process. That is why the letter you are holding in your graceful hands is my second attempt at writing to you. This time I succeeded, but I will have to think of an adequate punishment for these two rascals.

You asked me whether I would like to strangle my sister-sons at times? No, not at all! That thought has never crossed my mind. Certainly not today — neither on the day they filled my boots with wine (the sour smell is still there, by the way), and nor on the day when they placed several cave rats in my mother’s wardrobe, claiming they needed a new home after one of the mine tunnels collapsed. You can rest assured that I do not wish to injure them in any way. With the exception of maiming them, perhaps.

Do not be alarmed, dear lady, it was merely a jest. They are my heirs, after all. Is it of any significance that now my valet, the laundry workers, and my tailor will have their hands full with attempting to remove the ink stains from my best royal garments or mend my tunic if it is not possible? What about my secretary, the royal scribes, and me devoting our time to recreating the contents of the destroyed documents? And I am certain that the Master Carpenter who made my desk will be thrilled when he sees the stains that will have to be somehow removed from the wood. No, no injuries whatsoever.

That is how my family life looks this winter. Every single Dwarf is cooped up under our Mountain and the constant snowstorms make it difficult to enjoy the beauty of the season in full. It is truly a quiet time of peace. With the exception of the rather loud sounds I hear daily from the corridor outside my door. They are echoing against the walls again as I write these words and sound suspiciously like my beloved sister’s voice. Dis calls for her sons and when I hear the anger in her exclamations, I recall that she inherited her temper from our mother. I am certain that my dear sister-sons are escaping as far from that voice as they can. I wonder what they did this time. Have they made another ice skating rink in the Entrance Hall? Or have they put red ants in the Woodland Realm’s ambassador’s coffers again? Whatever they did, I will be more than happy to witness the moment when Dis descends upon them. I assure you, my lady, her wrath is much more pernicious than my attempts at strangling them (which I firmly deny, of course).

I hope that in these dire circumstances you will forgive me for ending my letter here. Crooc demands another treat and I would rather not antagonise my winged messenger when he is to fly to you with this letter. May he find you in good spirits and health!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

[shirefantasies]

Am I too late to join in on matchups? If so please just ignore this ask and know that I'm sorry

I'd like a male ship please. I'm an autistic girl with adhd and a couple chronic illnesses like joint pain especially in my hands and dyspraxia so I'm super clumsy. I'm 4' 10" tall with long wavy auburn hair, glasses, pale skin that's covered in freckles and moles and a petite figure. I'm very friendly and bubbly but I can also be kinda asocial and don't actively seek out interaction much. I enjoy writing, drawing (recently I've been getting really into MS Paint art), video games, reading, hiking and researching things that interest me. I'm very intelligent and also witty, I'm actually pretty good at making people laugh! I work as a librarian and am hoping to become a linguist someday too. Thanks!

"Hey sweetie, here's my additions for my matchup description! Thanks so much for taking the time to do all these ships, you're a true saint. I hope these don't conflict with the draft you have set up already

🪆 I’m both very level-headed and very stubborn, and I can also be quite fierce and even argumentative but that’s fairly rare. I just don’t tend to back down easily, and I’m a very resilient person

🪆 I can be a bit of a homebody, especially since I’m disabled, and I get very attached to wherever I happen to be living. I like having a garden whenever possible too, even if it's an indoor one.

🪆 I’m very friendly and sweet, but I also like messing with people a little. This is especially fun because I have unusual interests like botanical poisons or the science of decomposition. I can tend to be pretty morbid without even realizing it. That being said, my friendly side is no facade and I genuinely love taking care of people.

🪆 I especially love cooking for people and trying to recipes for others

🪆 I enjoy working out but am still very skinny. It’s actually funny how my large arms contrast with my Disney Princess-esque waist

🪆 I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection. 

🪆 I have legendary pain tolerance and tend to laugh off injuries more than anything

🪆 I’m addicted to buying new books, particularly on witchcraft and botany

🪆 I know a LOT about different types of spirits and deities, especially as a witch. I could go on and on about spirit lore for hours

Thanks, have a great day!"

Not too late at all! & I was really early on in it so this is fine! I can kind of work to combine them in fact 😁 They just take a long time lmao 😅 hope it’s ok I went LoTR because your man is…

Frodo!

You aren't used to being approached while you work; quite the contrary, in fact, many passersby almost seem to treat you like you don't exist at all when you appear in the peripheries of their vision hunched over your books and scrolls. Which, admittedly, is suitable to you as your work is quite consuming. Quenya translations do not come without focus, after all. So when a voice sounds at your back, your clumsy side emerges as you startle, almost overturning your ink pot before a small, pale hand darts out to catch and right it. “My apologies,” you hear from behind you, “I was just curious what form of Elvish that was.”

Turning around, you see a hobbit, dark-haired and blue-eyed and shyly smiling at you. He is clad in a white shirt and brown pants and something about the navy vest he wears gives him a studious air. You smile. “Quenya, very old. In fact this book,” you motion over the tome you’ve been comparing against the ancient scroll, “is a chronicle of the witches of old. Quick different from anything we see these days.” A mixture of teasing and apprehension crossed the hobbit’s visage. “And what are you doing with a book like that?” “Looking for a way to raise my undead army,” you tease back, leaning forward toward him in your chair. At that, both of you laugh and exchange introductions. His name is Frodo and it would seem his uncle is quite a student of languages as well, teaching Frodo newer, more practical forms of Elvish and studying some Khuzdul himself. In fact, he is only there outside the Shire to have an old book of his uncle’s appraised.

You can’t help the wave of distraction that overtakes you after you offer your own skills, though; adjusting your spectacles and pushing your chair back, you cannot resist asking Frodo about his Shire. He pulls back a chair of his own, taking up a spot at your side with a smile you can only describe as lovestruck. Stubborn as you can be, you give no fight to the derailment of your work as Frodo speaks of rolling green hills, warm hearths and sunny gardens and flowers hung upon fences. You understand his expression completely, a sigh escaping your own lips at his vividly gorgeous words. "We may know little of your witchcraft or translations in the Shire, but it's home. The greatest home I could ask for." He had you at sunny gardens. "I would love to see it," you reply, setting your quill down. "He isn't always fond of guests," Frodo chuckles, folding his arms on the table, "but I think someone with your knowledge and spirit would quite amuse him. Come and visit us. I will have Uncle Bilbo convinced by the time you get there." "Oh, he needs convincing, does he?" "Perhaps you could put a spell of some sort on him."

The older hobbit you quickly learn is Frodo’s uncle Bilbo still looks surprised by your presence at his nephew’s side, but he gets a glitter in his eyes you expect to be quite characteristic once you bring up your meeting with Frodo. You end up talking to Bilbo as much as his nephew at dinner, in fact, sharing many glances with the proudly smiling Frodo as you hear the most amazing tales of dwarf-song and dragon fire and even time spent alongside Lord Elrond himself in the great homely house. Bilbo chuckles at the way your eyes light up, your questions about the magic woven around Rivendell and how different it is from the small spells you’ve attempted. That certainly gets the old hobbit’s eyebrows shooting up! At the end of it, you agree with Frodo’s assessment of the Shire’s warm hearths and have continued invitations to see your friends.

And that is definitely how you see it for quite some time, after all you work with Bilbo as much as you run around the Shire woods with Frodo, dodging his cousins plucking up mushrooms and trading botany facts and tips with Samwise, Bag End’s gardener, while Frodo looks on with the smile you’ve grown to love. Suspicion that he is just teasing you rises one day when he looks at you fondly, half-asking, half making a statement to you. "You really have fallen for the Shire, haven't you?" Of course you have. The hobbits admire your strength, at least for the most part- those that poke at you about big folk disturbing the peace or the Bagginses stirring things up again risk your comebacks, after all, the bite of your wit tearing perfectly back against the bore of their lives and personalities. Every time you swivel from such interactions, there is Frodo and that fond smile that suddenly you aren't so sure how to respond to. You don't know what to do when he takes your hand to show you something or catches you when your feet slip out from under you, hands about your waist. You don't mind, especially given Frodo's knowledge that your hands get achy and cold and somehow his find them right as it sets in, and beside that he was nothing but a gentleman to you. That in and of itself seems to be the sudden source of your hysteria right up to the moment Frodo rises onto his tiptoes and presses his lips ever so gently to yours. He's told you again and again over your compared translation notes, over twisting little charms and flower crowns together, over even blood and bandages and your laughter over the way your dear hobbit frets while you feel next to nothing.

You are lucky in the gift of Frodo as you frequently tell him, as you make known when you take his arm on a hike and share in that fond smile he gives you. Frodo is a gentle soul, affectionate but not so overt in his advance as to deter you. To put it bluntly, Frodo is not a sexual person, so the nature of your relationship as it is and the love you share in your spent time are plenty to satisfy him. Forever you have someone to bring you tea and a kiss to the crown of your auburn head as you pore over documents, someone to bake for and an uncle who laughs heartily at every insistence of yours that he needs to take you to Rivendell to study their wards, throwing in the Lonely Mountain for good measure. Between the three of you, Bag End fills with books in no time, but you certainly cannot complain when some of them are quite ancient indeed, teasing challenges by your favorite hobbits, one of whom sees himself in you and the other who simply sees the beauty in you while you work. Even if sometimes you work a little too hard and he has to help you back into your now-shared hobbit hole to rest your back after a little too long sketching, weeding, and planting in the garden you are beautiful, shining with sweat and dabbed with proof of your connection to the earth. You certainly are the best thing Frodo has brought home on an errand.

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