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First non Hobbit related Post because this is perfect

the scene where odysseus kills the suitors is very dramatic and all but like. he’s got no clothes on????

i arrive on ithaca

bow: strung

disguise: off

dick: out

Never related with something more in my life

Bilbo baggins is so cool I wish I could get high with him

Imagine if the reason that it took Bilbo sixty years to be badly effected by the Ring, was because it wasn’t Saurons voice speaking to him. Or the voice of the ring or whatever.

Imagine it was Thorin’s voice.

He spent all that time, not separating himself from it but also not doing anything evil or bad was because he was just grateful to hear Thorin’s voice again, no matter what it said to him, it was his voice.

And when he was separated from it, he was desperate and sad, but he could pull himself back because he knew the ring wasn’t him, he was dead.

Thoughts…

obsessed with the concept of Dwarven Ones and Thorin knowing Bilbo was his One from the first time he saw him and being EXTREMELY unhappy about it up until Bilbo proves himself/saves Thorin's life after the goblin caves

I am about to rant about the movies and acting and such, I want to make it clear that I am merely a film student with nothing but a certificate for the time being therefor I am not a professional with any professional opinion.

This is just me and my thoughts as a NYFA graduate and a gay ass BagginShield shipper.

The amount of times Tauriel and Kili’s love story is paralleled with Bilbo and Thorin’s scenes is literally a filmmaking technique to portray the two relationships without getting castigated by the audience.

Which also brings to my attention a possibility of Tauriel being made a character for the heavily disapproved of and messy love triangle thing, as a way to draw the attention away from Martin and Richard making Bilbo and Thorin’s story one of beautifully grown friendship, to love, to an toxic and tragic end.

Sound familiar? Because that’s similar to Kili and Tauriel, though they had the freedom of exploring more into the romance then the friendship that the main characters had to work with. Because who wants to see a straight couple slow burn? Plenty but not people who ogle at hot red heads such as myself, (I love my girlfriend guys).

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Example 1:

The scene of Balin telling Thorin that someone needs to go save Bilbo (while he’s in with Smaug).

Cuts to Bofur giving Tauriel the weed and asking what she’s going to do with it, she responds by saying “I’m going to save him”

Clean cut back to Thorin running into the mountain, not for the gold as he hasn’t even seen it yet, but he’s looking for Bilbo.

Example 2:

Tauriel crying over Kili, asking Thranduil why it hurt so much, and knowing the comfort she needed, he tells her; “because it was real.”

Then we get to Bilbo crying over Thorin, Gandalf sitting down with him and just being there, knowing the comfort that Bilbo needed.

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And yes I did in fact rant to my Poppy about this before finishing it and ended up in an in depth discussion about Peter Jackson’s directing on it in general. Normal Sunday night tbh.

Anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS TED TALK ❤️🫶🏿

Whenever I can’t do my work, but I can’t find a way past my writers block, I make a new Fandom Wiki for one of my fics.

The first time I did so it went from procrastination to hyper-fixation on learning how to source code my wikis.

Has anybody else procrastinated so hard you learnt how to code?

This is incredible, reblogged for my girlfriend later

Sorry about the wonky picture but I’m reading lotr and this made me laugh so hard 😭 why are the Orcs gen z

They heard a noise in the middle of the night

THANK YOU!!! I needed this reassurance so bad, I’ll tell you why later 🤫🧏‍♀️

Sam calling out to Gollum asking him whether he would like to be the hero for a change feels tragic when you know what follows is a betrayal because for this one fraction of a moment, there was genuine friendliness from Sam's side towards Sméagol. For this one moment , Sméagol, the pathetic little creature who shunned the world and was shunned by it in return, belonged. Not to the hopelessness he had surrendered himself to long ago but with Frodo and Sam. And he wasn't there to witness it. He had made his choice. Kind of mirrors reality in a way. Not all those who wander are lost and, sometimes, even those who are lost can be found. Some are lucky enough to have that one helping hand extended to them which can pull them out of the abyss. Sadly, not everyone ends up noticing it and taking it every time.

I love drawing Hobbits with tails and funky ears and such.

But do you know what’s even better?

Writing it.

The most fun I’ve ever had is collecting all of the headcanons and canonical info and merging them together.

Hobbits are literally creatures and I adore it so much, like they’re big footed dudes that have five times the stomach capacity of a man, are immune to most toxins, literally migrated and hibernated.

Like come on, it’s so much fun.

imagine being éowyn in the lord of the rings trilogy. your uncle the king is being mind controlled by an evil wizard until said evil wizard's cooler version shows up and frees him. he is accompanied by an elf, a dwarf, and the hottest guy you've ever met. the hot guy also happens to be 87 years old and maybe still not over his immortal elf girlfriend but he respects and listens to you so you're shooting your shot. your geriatric hotguy situationship turns you down the night before the biggest battle ever then goes ghost hunting in the mountains. you decide to go to battle because you'll either help save your people or die in a really cool and honorable way. you then kill middle earth satan's number one henchman with the power of loophole and being a woman (you are also helped in doing this by a 4 foot tall stoner). then you get to marry faramir. 10/10 no notes my girl went through it all

Not me while writing The Royal Trios introduction scene, rubbing my hands together deviously as I big brain this shit.

“Dis is on Thorin’s right because she’s his ‘right hand’, while FRERIN is on BILBO’S RIGHT! AHAHAH IM A GENIUS!!! RAHHHHH!!!!”

Literally my internal dialogue, often.

This is sending me like why are they attacking him 😭😭😭

I am going to make a semi official announcement on my in no way shape or form official Tumblr account.

Only because I need help.

My current fic has been going by the names ‘I Have Your Back’ or ‘I’ll Carry You’ for the five years it’s been in progress, but I’ve never been as happy with the name as my other fic (which I’ll discuss at a later date).

So I’ve come here to ask for advice or suggestions! As well as any ideas for the fic in general that you’d like to see played out.

And I know that context will be needed for the naming ideas, so here is a little sneak peak:

Chapter One: An Unexpected Party

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‘Damned Dwarves and damned Wizards’ was all that Bilbo could think as his mind reeled from the throwing of his mothers West-Farthing pottery, and the song that he seemed very rude indeed.

And now, with the three hard knocks on his beautiful, freshly painted door, Gandalf the Grey expects him to welcome more?

He followed complacently regardless, mostly to ensure no more damage was going to be done. Though he doubted these bastards would listen if he tried to stop them.

And goodness he’d tried.

As Dwarves crowded behind in each of the doorways, peeking out enthusiastically, Bilbo mentally prepared himself and prayed for the night to soon be over.

He watched Gandalf bend over and open his door with a wide smile… too happy for his liking.

And outside.

Stood three bloody Dwarves.

They stood in a lineup, looking bloody majestic, looking bloody handsome, looking… ARG! What was he thinking!

He was looking at three Dwarves, wearing the same thick cloaks that made them look massive, same fur lining underneath, even same oil black wavy hair and similar beards.

From eyes to stature, from face to clothing.

They were identical.

Each turned their heads and eyes to the old man greeting them, and they all smiled charmingly.

The one on Bilbo’s right lit up and grinned wider then his companions.

The left one smile fondly with tired eyes and head tilted up high.

Then the forefront and centre, turned his lowered head and smirked. Bowing his head slightly in some form of greeting.

“Gandalf,” his voice broke through the silence, before he took a step into the light, his comrades right behind him.

There was no way they weren’t related.

Now that they were in the light, Bilbo could see certain things clearer.

The head of the trio was certainly older, a couple of grey strands shone in the candle light from his mane of hair, accompanied by two thin braids on either side of his perfectly carved face, which bore more then his fair share of stress lines.

Lefty bore a single beard braid at the chin, alongside hair parted into two large braids. Mostly resembling the centre Dwarf in stature, expression and… well, everything except the greying hairs.

Righty was certainly the easiest to tell apart, he remained grinning as he stepped into the light , hair tied up in, what Bilbo could recall to be two bubble braids on either shoulder, there was the faintest of a scar that he could only see for moments turned in the right light that ran across his face and over his nose, accompanied by moustache braids similar to… what’s his name? Kili or Fili? Regardless, there were less signs of stress and age, his youth thoroughly shown in his bright, puppy-like expression.

“You’ll never believe why we were late,” the cheerful one had a chuckle in his voice.

The single beard braided one joined in grinning as the eldest scoffed and rolled his eyes. “We let Thorin lead the way.”

“We got lost only twice, this time.” Thorin swung off his cloak in a fluid motion.

“Good thing Dis has an eye for detail,” bubble braid snorted. “Surely that mark was yours.” He questioned Gandalf.

Mark? That can’t be right.

Before he could speak up at all, he stepped forward only to bump into Dis, then Gandalf, then the still unnamed one and finally into Thorin before two hands on either shoulder clasped him steady. The Wizard and the Bubbly one.

“Bilbo Baggins,” he stood up tall as they both let go of him. He swept his long sleeved arm from him to the trio, all cloakless and lined up once more.

“Allow me to introduce the leader of our Company, Thorin Oakenshield.”

The eldest turned, and dark eyes looked Bilbo up and down… Inspecting him.

“His brother, Crown Prince Frerin”

The cheery one smiled politely. A sparkle in his eyes as he raised his hand in a tiny wave.

“And his sister, Lady Dis of Ered Luin”

“A pleasure,” she replied with a respectful nod.

Gosh he’d heard that Dwarven Ladies bore beards, which is more than most Hobbits could accomplish, but this was quite humorous and astonishing.

Thorin, slowly took two steps forward, making Bilbo’s tongue feel heavy in his mouth as he towered over him. Arms crossed, scoffing as he looked down on him.

“This is the Hobbit?”

And before the Hobbit could retaliate, feeling his blood boil at the ugly ego that somehow outshone his attractiveness.

The leader of this Dwarven mess, was whacked cleanly across the back of his head.

His sister glared at him and Frerin wheezed.

Maybe… there were some Dwarves that Bilbo Baggins could tolerate.

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Here we go! This scene alone has been rewritten to death but now I am somewhat happy with the result.

Enjoy my friends and I hope to hear your opinions, advice and suggestions! Or just a simple hello 😊

This is the best reaction to my (still in progress) fics ever, now I’m motivated to keep going!

Bouta make a triangle diagram for the Dwarves and see who’ll go where by Dwarven standards.

Here’s a little peak

1. Handsome - Gloin

2. Pretty - Dori

3. Butt-Fuck-Ugly - Kili

Frodo will forever remain tragic to me. How does it feel to sacrifice everything to save your home, only to return and realise that you also sacrificed your ability to love it? You left parts of yourself in that fire. You outgrew your meadow. You can go home - but you can never truly return.

More family shenanigans...

If y’all have fic ideas for me, not even fic ideas just funny moments or angsty moments that I can add into any of my fics they would be greatly appreciated

I hate when I’m trying to write my fics in peace but suddenly I’m hit with a ship that would make more sense but this current ship is so embedded in my fic that I can’t change it even if I wanted to 😫

When people start following me I panic because I’m just here reposting stuff that I find funky or that I can use for story inspo and I want to get my own creations out too 😫

Omg I crack myself up. Please tell me someone else enjoys this as much as I did making it.

i love when Dori isn’t even in a fic but the author still throws in a line about how pretty he is. they’ll be describing a completely different character’s physical appearance and it’s like “yeah he’s cute but he’s not as breathtakingly gorgeous and perfect as DORI, now THAT’S a beautiful dwarf. have you seen his hair? his big strong arms? no, no dwarrow could compare to Dori. this one is fine tho. i guess.” and they’re always so right

Some stories don’t just entertain you, they shape you. They become part of your inner mythology, quietly influencing how you see the world and yourself. For me, The Lord of the Rings was one of those stories. Long before I understood its depth, I felt its weight. It wasn’t just the adventure or the battles or the magic. It was the sense that there was a vast, ancient world just behind the curtain of this one, full of language, loss, and quiet courage. And I wanted to live there. Not just visit, but understand it, piece by piece.

I started with The Hobbit. It’s technically a children’s book, but to me, it felt like something far older and more mysterious. What first grabbed me weren’t the goblins or Gollum. It was the Dwarven runes. I spent an entire night translating the symbols on the cover, realizing some of the letters matched the title. I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I was obsessed with cracking the code. Only later did I find out the introduction explained it all. But by then, I had already figure out every letter's equivalent English glyph.

That moment set something in motion. I wasn’t just reading a fantasy story. I was beginning a lifelong fascination with language, symbols, and the hidden layers of storytelling. When the films came out, it felt like the world I had only imagined had suddenly stepped into reality. The scale, the emotion, the music, it swept me away.

From there, I started learning Elvish. Not because I thought I’d ever use it, but because I wanted to understand it. I wanted to sit with the same beauty and care Tolkien poured into every word. The way his languages were rooted in history and myth made Middle-earth feel like a place you could find on a map if you just looked hard enough.

That curiosity pulled me deeper. I started reading the expanded works. The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, the appendices, the letters. I wanted to know about the First Age, the Valar, the ancient wars and sorrows that shaped the world long before Bilbo ever found the Ring. I was drawn to the tragedy and grandeur of it all. The way history echoed forward, how the light of the Two Trees still touched the edges of the Third Age like a fading memory.

Some of my earliest and most enduring friendships were forged over The Lord of the Rings. We traded favorite characters like sacred names, debated Elves vs. Dwarves like it actually mattered, and built elaborate inside jokes steeped in Middle-earth lore and behind the scenes trivia from the films. When I got into D&D, I couldn’t help but carry that influence with me. I made characters with the moral weight of Númenórean kings or the quiet resilience of a hobbit far from home. I didn’t want to just play the game. I wanted to tell stories that felt like they could have been whispered into a campfire by an old ranger on watch.

And to this day, I still wear a silver One Ring replica I got in middle school. It’s not flashy, but it’s meaningful. A tiny symbol of a much larger world that continues to live in me. A reminder that the stories we grow up with don’t always stay on the page. Sometimes, they become part of who we are.

The Lord of the Rings taught me that true strength often looks like perseverance, not power. That hope can exist even in the face of sorrow. That history matters. Not just the grand heroic moments, but the quiet choices that echo across time. It made me believe in the power of language, the weight of promises, and the beauty of stories that dare to dream of a better world. Middle-earth may be fictional, but the way it shaped me is very real. Tolkien didn’t just build a world. He built a doorway. And I’ve been walking through it ever since.

I get the feeling that Bofur doesn’t like Thorin very much

First, on the carrock, Bofur rolls his eyes at Bilbo and Thorin’s hug. Probably because Thorin made it seem like he was berating Bilbo again and then decided to suddenly be nice and act like he didn’t pretend Bilbo was literally the worst person in the world.

Then, after the stone giants, he gives Thorin the fattest side eye as he’s saying Bilbo should’ve never gone on the journey after he literally almost fell to his death

Then, in the goblin caves, gives a little bit of stink eye to Thorin after he tells him to take first watch

Then, in the elf cellar, is literally the only one who doesn’t move at Thorin’s instruction and just stands there staring at him (Trust me, you can’t see it but he’s giving him stank eye here too okay)

Then, more stank eye on the boat

Then, ramparts…

I just don’t think Bofur likes the way Thorin treats Bilbo

I’m fine with Thorin being taller than Bilbo, but there’s something unsettling about seeing tall!Thorin (Richard behind the scenes in costume)

Like, Richard in makeup and a hoodie? Beautiful, majestic

Richard in his full costume standing next to Ian? Terrifying

Imagine 6’2” Thorin Oakenshield running at you at full speed

dís in a suit is truly something else

I love the hc that dwarves who cut their hair are either shamed or in mourning but cutting your hair is a huge part of self expression!! and I think of dwarven hair as the ultimate form of telling every other dwarf who you are and what you do in life

so I propose that ceratin crafts require cutting your hair in a specific way. you can't confuse it with shame or mourning because everyone knows what that very specific pattern is.

for example! Ori has bangs. bangs are perfect for a scribe! you never have to worry about hair blocking your immediate vision, especially when you are handling old documents where you can't afford to touch anything but the paper in front of you. so you see a dwarf with bangs and immediately know they're a scribe

example 2! Dwalin is half bald and the top of his head is tattooed which sounds pretty painful. what if that's just the hairstyle of warriors? they test your dedication to guarding and protecting and sacrifice by making you shave the top of your head and tattooing it. this also works great as a deterant, like imagine someone thinking to assassinate crown prince Fili but they see Dwalin with his shaved tatted head staring into their soul and they just. slowly back away. you don't fuck with dwarves whose soul craft is being a warrior, especially when they want you to see them coming by announcing to the world that I'm so dedicated to this, I shave the top of my head every day

just found this on pinterest and IMMEDIATELY had to share