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IM SORRY BUT WE WONT SURVIVE ON THE FOOD IN MIDDLE EARTH

Alright so, after looking at the food in Middle earth it does look amazing BUT I WONT BE ABLE TO EAT MY NOODLES OR RICE!! Like I love my po-tat-oes but I can only eat so many until I have had my fill for the week. And let me not even get started on seasoning, Middle earth is based on Europe with a lot of similarities and differences but one small problem with this..... we got OUR SPICES from ancient Egyptian, Chinese, and Indian cultures so what do you my dear readers think the food in Middle earth tastes like? Pepper is going to become hot and salt the new sweet BECAUSE SUGAR IS ALSO FROM ASIA....

But just imagen coming from our world tasting a dish from Lord Elrond or someone else that is an important person and smack talk them for calling pepper spicy. You are going to be standing there and ask if you can make something for yourself cus this shit was so bland and boring. (Spoiler you are going to invent spices right then and there and become super rich and famous, Smaug can go and cry in a corner cus u wont be needing his treasure)

OK BUT A MODERN FASHION GIRLY IN MIDDLE EARTH

Just imagen you packing for a trip or smt with all ur makeup, clothes and accessories then you all of a sudden when u just closed the bag u end up falling down in the middle of the road in front of either Thorin's company or the fellowship. They end up taking you with them cus somehow everyone is a gentleman and when its time to either celebrate or eat somewhere nice (Rivendell or Rohan for example) you wip out you makeup bag and the nicest/most flattering clothing pice you can find. THE WAY THEIR JAWS DROP WHEN THEY SEE YOU WHEN YOU "TRY" TO LOOK GOOD- BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL,AMAZING, STUNNING!!!!

EVERYONE WONDERS AND YOU END UP TELLING THEM EVERYTHING FROM WHERE TO APPLY CONCEALER, BEST BLUSH PLACEMENT, HOW COLOR THEORY ALSO APPLY DO DRESSING YOURSELF, WHAT LOOKS BEST ON WHAT BODY TYPE AND ALL THE DIFFIRENT AESTHETICS :D

They have a dad. Vili.

They are to my mind:

Princes Fili and kili of the line of Durin. Sons of Dis of the line of Durin. Heir and steward prince of Azsâlul'abad

Normally it would run to most peoples agreement that they would be sons of their father but because of Vilis commoner status (and don’t due to his death) it is seem as acceptable for them to take their mothers name in their titles as she is the member of the line of Durin.

Though I imagine in situations where they don’t want to be known they would be introduced as ‘sons of Vili’

it always catches me off guard when i see people use Durin as a stand-in last name for Fíli and Kíli. it’s not necessarily a pet peeve, but i’m still like ‘hmmm feels wrong’. so now im curious:

Can i reblog this 7 trillion times? This is the cutestestest thing ever. (No composure. I just woke up)

More family shenanigans...

*doing a magical girl transformation from Kili to Thorin because I washed, brushed, oiled and put my little braids back in my hair *

Bilbo has no concept of what he’s doing.

Normally it would be very scandalous indeed to touch another dwarrows hair but in the eyes of the party the two brothers were not much more then peddles and so it was actually comforting to see someone taking care of them.

Bilbo say combing through Kilis hair very, very carefully. Sectioning it and starting at the ends because every single tug made the young prince yelp pitifully… Fili had less patience for this game and Thorin had less still so it was understandable to Bilbos mind that the boy was somewhat jumpy about his hair, remembering his own hair being raked through before bed as a fauntling.

Braiding back the princes hair with two plats that met at the back of his head with one leather tie and a bead above it, Bilbo thought he’d done rather a handsome job, Kili sat up and did a spin, showing his brother who nodded approvingly.

Dori sat with Balin across the camp watching with amused smiles.. it made the two brothers seem so young to be cared for in such a way, their smiles turned into muffled laughter as they looked over that their grumpy kings unreadable expressions.

Thorin didn’t know what to think, on the one had he was glad that his nephews were being cared for, on the other he thought bitterly that that was he and Dis’s job and on the other he might have felt slightly jealous but dwarves only have two hands so that last one was the thought he tried to ignore.

Later that evening the camp was still, a few of the party were still half awake having a drink around the fire when Thorin took a deep breath and stood, enough ale in his system to make him slightly braver then he had the right to be. He walked over to Bilbo who was sitting on a log over looking the valley, his pipe in his hand.

Thorin sat beside him, a thick fingered hand resting on the small round shoulder of the hobbit. Thorin was always shocked on the few accessions he had touched the hobbit to feel how small he truely was.

The king cleared his throat.

“Thank you… For looking after them” he nodded to the princes who lay a few meters away, kili laying half on top of his snoring brother like a two man dog pile.

Bilbo looked at the hand on his shoulder then back out at the valley, exhaling a smoke ring “The more time I spend with those two.. the more I realize how young they are… Forgive me for this Thorin but… You shouldn’t have brought them”

Thorin sucked in a breath. His eyes falling to his lap “No… I shouldn’t have…”

Bilbo smiled sadly “come.. You’re worse then Kili, sit down and I’ll brush your hair too”

Thorin thanked Mahal one hundred times that it was dark and his burglar couldn’t see the redness of his cheeks as he sunk down between the Hobbits thighs, staring at a boulder across the valley like it would crack open and reveal a second arkenstone if he glared hard enough… until the Hobbits clever fingers began to unbraid his hair, treating it as gently as he did Kili’s… then all he could do was close his eyes and try to hold in most of the groan of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest.

Let's be honest, Bilbo does too much of what is considered vulgar or flirting in Thorin's culture. And he's going to die of embarrassment soon.

Hey is there anyone that would like to be a beta reader for me? I know a few people seem to like my stories and I have dyslexia so some corrections as well as feed back before posting would be awesome 😭

Hey so what if Bilbo fully just drove Sting up through Azogs chest on the Karak and that was the end of it?

I love time travel AUs so much so let me just…

Avenge the living.

Tw: graphic depictions of battle (very graphic)

Bilbo watched in horror as Thorin was flung across the outcrop like a rag doll, hitting the flat rock like a body on a sacrificial stone, at best he had the wind knocked out of him, at worst he’d have a broken back.

Last time this had all happened he’s managed to walk away but Bilbo honestly couldn’t remember if he had fallen like that before. He cringed and steeled himself.

In the black speech Azog summoned a minion almost his own size to behead Thorin.

Last time it had all been flailing, desperate chaos, this time Bilbo sucked in a deep breath and sprinting, sword forward and close to his side until the final moment where he thrust Sting up and in, somewhere between the orcs floating rib, he yanked upwards on the handle of the blade and heard the putrid popping and sloshing as he rended the side of his blade though the orcs central mass, all it could do was look shocked for two seconds before collapsing dead on top of the king. Bilbo hadn’t turned his sword to catch in the orcs ribs and easily pulled it free. It stunk of the guts it had just shorn through and Bilbo tried not to wretch, he didn’t have time, in two more seconds the company would decent and this would be Bilbos only chance.

He had to kill the white orc. Tonight.

When the fighting began Bilbo was glad to see that for the remainder of his last life what small amount of practice he had kept up with a blade had done him good and sting felt all to right in his hands so when he came nose to nose with the great Worg matriarch that Azog rode upon, Bilbo suprised even himself when he thrust his sword up, piercing the monster from the chin up into her brain, the beast didn’t even howl, she just crumbled, Azogs eyes went wide as he toppled.

The rest of the company continued to dispatch the remaining orcs and Bilbo knew it would be only seconds until the great eagles arrived. It didn’t matter. He had lived his life before and if it ended now it would have been a fine life, full of love and adventure and he would be remembered well.. So while Azog was still freeing himself from under his dead mount Bilbo charged, silent as the grave, leaping onto the Worgs side and propelling himself straight for Azog in what must have looked like a tackle. But he had to intention of grappling the monster, instead he blade shot out again, lower then he would have liked, somewhere around the orcs kidneys, Bilbo assumed. It didn’t matter, he turned the blade vertically and shoved hard and up, until the gash he made in the orcs side was large enough for his hands to regrettably follow the blade in.

Oh course it couldn’t be so easy. Azog was a great and terrible warrior and he would not go down without taking someone with him, his prosthetic blade stabbed deep into Bilbos chest.

Everything seemed to grow quiet and slow, Bilbos heart was all he could hear as he starred down at Azog as blood bubbled out of the orcs mouth and Bilbo actually smiled. He wasn’t sure if he said it or thought it but “For Thorin” where the last words to cross the hobbits mind before it all went black.

Lost in that darkness he was sure he could hear people calling his name. Maybe it was the elves, rousing him for tea.. or maybe it was young Frodo, trying to get him to carry on with what ever story he dozed off half way through.

“Bilbo!”

“Burglar!”

No one in Rivendale or the Shire had ever called him.. Burglar.. so where was he?

Bilbo: *staring hard between Thorin and Kili*

Bilbo: *realizing they have the exact same number of brain cells* oh no.. He’s stupid

Thorin: what?

Bilbo: What??

Right, first review

This fanfiction is in MP3 format and if you have some time to relax and enjoy your fan fiction being read to you PLEASE read this

There are, at this time, only two chapters available though as there are 6 more assigned to be completed I imagine they will be out in short order

Review

The style of writing is fantastic, the narration has a few minor mispronunciations but it’s honestly rather endearing and makes it feel a bit more light. (There is a point where they laugh at it had me giggling along with them)

At times I was tugging at my hair with frustration at bilbos obliviousness which I know will make it all the more worth it when he finally arrives at his destination. The suspense kept me hooked. Every character thus far has been so lovable and felt completely perfect as additions to Tolkiens works, I felt like I was seeing old friends again, like they belonged just as much as the company themselves. Not a single sentence in this story feels out of place. It is a well made path to a finale i am so excited to see.

This fic is a labour of love.

10/10, there are literally no notes, it’s a gem.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63007633/chapters/161362978

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63007633/chapters/161362978

Fili and kili are babysitting but Fili has a mind to call it ‘baby bothering’ as Kíli takes great joy is teasing and fibbing to his littlest cousin when big bad Thorin isn’t around to protect his dwobbit son from his nonsense. But Frodo has all of Bilbos smarts and Thorins temper and has caught on to Kili’s games and learnt some very colorful gestures in the process.

(Though he may have learnt that particular one from Bilbo)

He’s not judging he’s just…. Seeing how this plays out

A very silly wip

Do you head canon Fíli and Kíli bring trans?

Thoughts?

Saw someone else doing their Thorin headcanons so here are my Bilbo ones:

-Bilbo treats fili and kili like they’re children, this pleased thorin very much as he also sees them as wee pebbles

-Bilbo scolds all the young members of the party and they all stand there with their heads down mumbling apologies

-Thorin is mildy disturbed by the power Bilbo wields and often wonders how someone so paternal is not yet a father

-when the party finds out Bilbos actual age the entire party dynamic implodes for about three hours while they try to figure who this adult looking baby is on a quest with them and why Gandalf would do this to a child.

-Bilbo has to stand on a rock and explain to them that he is nearing in middle aged and is in fact a very respectable adult hobbit and not a dwarven child

-Kili starts calling Bilbo ‘baby boggins’ but when Bilbo catches him he very quickly rescinds this nickname for the sake of his ears while Bilbo will often pinch when he acts up.

-Bilbo brushed Fili and Kilis hair regularly, especially right before they arrive in any town or settlement (He’s pretty sure Kíli hissed at him once tho)

-Bilbo consoles Kili who is, by dwarven standards a wee bit of an uggo that his is very attractive by human standards and he shouldn’t feel bad, stating that is he were more clean shaven and cut his hair he would make a handsome hobbit (Thorin is appalled and begs his stupid impressionable nephew to not cut his hair)

-Fili likes Bilbo brushing his hair, unlike kili and often closes his eyes and has a little nap while the hobbit works

-Bilbo is confused why he can’t rebraid the boys hair, stating he used to braid his female friends hair when he was a sprout and the whole company is appalled that their sweet hobbit is such a scandalous little thing, courting so many women

A little slice of a fic im working on

Post the Battle. It’s a nobody dies/everyone lives, Dw I wouldn’t hurt you all like that.

“How are you feeling, my boy?” Bilbo asked after a drawn out pause.

“Fucking terrible,” Kili groaned, his voice labored and raspy as though he wasn’t getting quit enough air, “Like I've been run over by an oliphant.”

“I'll bet… oh my bravest boys,” Bilbo heaved himself onto the bed edge and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired Durin son, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost all of you. Please don't ever scare me like this again. My heart can't take it, Kili, it really can't.” He wept.

Kili did his best to hug the hobbit to his side, his bruised fingers curling against the back of bilbos coat, the dwarfs somber expression made him look so much like his uncle that Bilbos' heart clenched painfully, and he hiccuped, holding the boy's bruised face in his hands “I am so proud of you” he kissed Kilis forehead.

Kili bumped his forehead against Bilbo’s in response, and they held there, sharing breath for a moment, eyes closed before Bilbo pulled away, gently pushing the boy's hair back out of his face. When Kili's eyes finally opened, they were glassy with tears.

“Please rest, my brave boys.” He reached down and pushed the hair out of Fili's sleeping face. They both suddenly looked so small in his eyes, so wounded and afraid.. it aches Bilbos heart, made his throat painful and tight and his eyes sting.

Kili sunk into the bed with a wince and rested his head against his brothers. Bilbo helped cover them up to their chests with a heavy fur blanket and kissed them again on the forehead, vowing to return as soon as they asked. Kili nodded, closing his eyes

I just wanna let you guys know I started this blog when I was having a hard time at school with a very messy group project worth about 15% of my grade and was feeling very poorly about my art.

Thank you all so much for the love you have shown me so far. Your support means the world, there are several artists following me that I have admired for a long time from the shadows of Pinterest and I never thought anyone would take an interest in my art, seeing these amazing artists seeing my work and going “yes this has value to me” has filled me with pride and made me believe in myself. I know it’s early days but thank you so much..

Everyone who supports my work and enjoys my content just know you’re all my emotional support followers and I stare at your little names on my screen when I feel stressed and sad 🥰

By the Valar I will keep making Bagginsheild art until I physically can’t anymore

Frodo, Thorin, fili and kili exist solely to bother Bilbo now that there is no war to wage.

They think three hours of training entitled then to scones (they’re right and Bilbo is making them some! )

Thorin please, use your eyes man

Nothing like your dead husband and nephews showing up at your front door to really stir up a quiet Tuesday night

Do you ever think of the fact that Gimli knew Ori well enough to be able to recognise his handwriting after years of not seeing him?

Do you think about one night, Ori, Fili, Kili and Gimli are out having drinks or something before they leave to join the Company, joking and promising Gimli that they’d be back soon to tell him all about it, how they couldn’t wait to see him again but in Erebor.

Do you think that Ori and Gimli sat together, alone. The Princes voices no longer filling the silence.

Then Gimli sat alone.

I’m gonna draw this 🤫🧏‍♀️

I should be frolicking in a field with Kili and Fili, not watching a kid that isn't mine 🫠😔✊️

More family shenanigans...

3rd of October: Durin's Day / An Treasamh Latha dhen Dàmhair: Là Dhurin

English Translation:

In the early years after the dragon came, the Dwarves of Erebor set their eyes on survival. Much was lost to them during this time, cultural and religious customs they failed to sustain in their wanderings.

As soon as they had homes once again, mines to work in and forges to fire, Thorin looked to these things for the final missing piece in their lives. His nephews, growing fast, had never experienced Durin's Day in any way other than that of the Blue Mountains.

He heard Erebor in their speech, saw it in the style of their clothes, and even in the weapons they favoured, but so much of his nephews' cultural references lay elsewhere. He wished for them to understand Durin's Day through the eyes of their own culture.

Thus, ten years since Erebor had seen its last Durin's Day, her people put on a feast in Thorin's Halls the like of which was rarely seen. They worked tirelessly to have everything right: musicians woke up old ballads, bakers brought back old delicacies, and the elders gathered to pass their folktales onto the new generations. The exiles.

Another wound was healed that night, another wrong put right. Thorin watched over the festivities as Fili and Kili learnt how to sing a traditional Erebor hymn and thought of his own childhood.

Finally, everyone came together on the stone slopes before the gates of their halls to watch the last vestiges of the sunset fade from the sky behind them and the autumn moon rise in the eastern horizon. For a precious few minutes, both lights lingered together, before the sun was overcome at last.

Thorin stood with his arm around Dis and the boys by their legs, wide-eyed with their first Durin's Day beads braided carefully in their hair. They were't likely to sleep tonight.

The towering stature of the Misty Mountains blocked it from view, but Thorin knew - could see - beyond their white peaks lay Erebor, bathed in the silver light of Durin's moon.

Maybe he started it, or perhaps they all did so at the same time, but slowly and quietly, their low Dwarven voices rose into the sky with a song of home-sickness on their lips. A mourning song.

Oh, far over the Misty Mountains cold...

Scottish Gaelic Translation:

Anns na bliadhnaichean a chaidh seachad as dèidh don nathair-sgiathach tighinn, thoirt na Troichean Erebor an sùilean air mairsinneach. Chaill iad tòrr tron àm seo, nòsan cultarach is creideamh nach do chùm iad beò anns am fuadan aca.

Cho luath ‘s a bha dachaighean aca a-rithist, mèinnean a bhith ag obair anns agus ceàrdaichean a chuir teinne anns, chaidh Thòrin don rudan seo a’ sireach am pìos mu dheireadh air fhàgail bho am beathannan sa Bheinn Ònaranach. A’ fàs cho àrd a-nist, cha robh na mic a pheathar eòlach idir air an dòigh dhen Là Dhurin ach an dòigh na Beanntan Ghorm.

Chuala e Erebor san dòigh-bhruidhinn aca, san stoidhle aodach, eadhon san arm a bha an dithis measail air. Ach leis na rudan beaga, chunnaic e gun robh sin a’ tighinn bho àitichean eile. Bha e airson ‘s gum biodh iad a’ tuigsinn Là Dhurin tron shùilean an cultar aca fhèin.

Air an adhbhar sin, deich bliadhna seach gun do chunnaic Erebor an Là Dhurin mu dheireadh, chuir an t-sluaigh aice seòin air dòigh nach fhaca iad gu tric anns na Tallachan Thòrin. Dh’obraich iad gu cruaidh airson a h-uile rud a bhith ceart: dh’èirich ceòladairean seann balantan, rinn bèicearan seann biadh fìnealta, agus chruinneach na daoine aosmhor ri chèile airson am beul-aithris aca a thoirt don ghinealaichean ùra. Na fògraich.

Shlànaich gort eile an oidhche sin, rud eile a chuir ceart. Choimhead Thòrin air an subhachas mar a dh’ionnsaich Fìli is Kìli laoidh traidiseanta Erebor a sheinn agus smaointeach e air na làithean anns an robh e fhèin beag.

Mu dheireadh thall, thàinig a h-uile duine ri chèile a-mach air na slèibhtean mu bheul an geata nan tallachan. Choimhead iad air dol fodha na grèine san speur air an cùlaibh, an solas a’ dol às beag air bheag. Agus gealach an foghair a’ tighinn suas san fàire Ear. Airson beagan mionaidean prìseil, dh’fhuirich an dà sholas anns an speur ri chèile mus do dh’fhalbh a’ ghrian.

Sheas Thòrin le a gàirdean timcheall a phiuthar, Dìs, agus na bhalaich ri taobh nan casan. Bha na sùilean drileach aca a’ coimhead mòr, agus bha a’ chiad grìogagan Là Dhurin a bh’ aca air pleatach anns am falt. Cha bhiodh e comasach gun cadail iad a-nochd.

Cha b’ urrainn dha a’ faicinn tro na Beanntan Àird a’ Cheò, ach bha fios aige gun robh Erebor air a seasamh dìreach thar air na mullaichean gheala, lannrach anns an t-solas ghealach Dhurin.

Is docha gun do thoiseach esan e, no ‘s docha gun do rinn iad uile e aig an aon am, ach gu slaodach agus gu samhach, chaidh na guthan ìosal troiche dhan speur le òran chianalais air an bilean.

Ò thar na Beanntan Àird fhuar a’ Cheò...

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A little lotr/hobbit with black reader/poc reader. Just a little bored writing, real short.

In Middle Earth your skin tone was always a rarity, or to others who couldn’t appreciate beauty, an oddity. You never minded the stares since it was something common to you, unless it was a stare of disdain or something that just irked you, then you would have something to say.

You lived among Lord Elrond in Rivendell since he never cared how you looked or what you were, he showed you kindness, care and respect, all the same he did for Aragorn. During your time in Rivendell during the events of The Hobbit you met the Dwarves which was an….interesting experience to say the least.

You had walked alongside Lindir to greet Lord Elrond and the hunting party that you assumed had returned when you heard footsteps. However Lindir walked a little ahead of you, when you reached alongside the sight you saw was unexpected. Gandalf the gray, Thorin Oakenshield and a company of thirteen dwarves and surprisingly a half-ling.

Should I continue?

Another Kili drawing???? YES

My uncle got me into Lotr and the hobbit so now I drew this

Never again it was a pain in my ass

My favourite pass time is cursing Tolkien for being the little prat he is for killing off my beloved characters for 'tragedy' and 'storytelling' or whatever.