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tossawary · 4 months

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Regarding "The Hobbit" film trilogy, even if I ended up personally disliking and resenting how much time and focus the elf characters (and others) ended up taking away from the dwarves whom I think deserved more focus as rich internal characters (I know that studio pressures are a factor in that terrible love triangle and so on), I still... vaguely appreciate the effort to create and include named female characters like Tauriel, when the book is sadly lacking in them. I think she's fine, actually. Comparatively, there are many other elements in these adaptations that I think are much, MUCH worse.

But still, if you want to add female characters to this story, the obvious answer to me seems to be to just make half the Company into dwarf women? (With similarly fancy beards and other facial hair! Because I think that's fun.) It's just... so much easier?

Do NOT come at me with that "dwarf women are rare" bullshit. Unreliable narration. Logistically unlikely. Also, if you believe that "men are the warriors and craftsmen, the women stay at home" is how dwarf society strictly functions (boring, honestly, on top of being incredibly sexist), I could argue that the Battle of Azanulbizar and other struggles probably left a significant dent in this dwarf group's male population, leaving behind many widows and mothers without children to pick up the work. The battlefields have come to and TAKEN both Erebor and Moria from the dwarves. I see no good reason why dwarf women would not have equal investment in reclaiming their home and the gold. Many of the Company are not presented to be formally trained warriors, anyway.

Now, ideally, we could do way queerer stuff in terms of both romance and gender here, but we know cowards with veto powers would not let this happen. Still, I feel like basic genderbending would have been a very doable move and is, actually, a very reasonable ask of an adaptation that would have added some depth to the story even if you didn't acknowledge the change at all.

Like, preferably, this would be an adaptational change that would be directly addressed. Maybe all of the Company appear male at first due to traveling that way (and assumptions made by humans and hobbits), then Bilbo might learn that some of the Company are dwarf women when he becomes closer to all of them. We could have a brief scene acknowledging that dwarf women are fighting these battles for their pasts and their futures too. It doesn't have to be a big thing! They can just be there. Existing. Participating.

I even think it would be fun if two of the dwarves were actually an older married couple traveling together, instead of brothers or cousins, because loving married bickering and battle couples are fun. You can have running jokes in the background about how Smaug's invasion ruined their wedding day, and going back and forth with "you never take me anywhere nice" @ each other whenever they're stuck in Goblintown or the Mirkwood dungeons. (I like seeing good marriages & partnerships in fiction and established couples going on fantasy quests together. I just think it's neat.)

But another (sillier) direction is that you could just cast some actresses in beards to play some of the dwarves, then leave the fact that some of these characters are probably dwarf women (traveling as men) as a fun detail for the audience. Bilbo is either too oblivious to notice or much too polite to bring it up at all. It's canonically compliant to the text this way!

Now, obviously some few people would have complained that Tolkien's work was being ruined by "political correctness", but they complained anyway about Tauriel (when there are MANY other bad choices in these movies), and what worthwhile arguments could they have possibly made against genderbending some of the THIRTEEN dwarves? Like, most casual fans I know cannot NAME the entire Company, who get so little character development in the book that the films had to come up with unique designs and backgrounds for most of them anyway. Bro (directed towards someone objecting to the idea of including female dwarves), be real, there's no way that you honestly cared this much about "Nori the Dwarf" before right now.

#tossawary tolkien #long post

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mirkwoodshewolf · 10 months

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Always my beloved; Thorin Oakenshield x reader

*Author’s note*

For my first ever Thorin Oakenshield story I hope I did you Thorin fans justice with this sweet little oneshot. So @firestrike004 thank you soo much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this fic.

Not really any warnings just injuries, some fluff, some angst (fairly minor but still some people need warnings).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

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We knew the risk of going on this quest, but never did I think we’d come across the bane of Thorin’s family, Azog the Defiler. We had believed he had died back at the battle of Azanulbizar from his wounds but low and behold there he was astride upon his infamous white warg. We barely made our escape thanks to our burglar as well as the Great Eagles I had read so much about as a young dwarrow-dam.

Now we decided to take some rest to rest and for Thorin to recover. The wounds from Azog’s warg were probably the worst I had ever seen and I’ve doctored warg bites before. But thankfully with both mine and Oin’s help, my beloved should be back to his old strength within a few days.

Aye I did say beloved. Thorin and I are currently in the courting stage of our relationship, and have been for these past 5 summers. He had made a vow to me that once he would reclaim Erebor, we would finally be wed and I would rule at his side as Queen Under the Mountain.

Of course at first when Gandalf had persuaded Thorin to go on this quest, he wanted me to have absolutely no part in it. In fact he had tried to send me off to live with his cousin Dain in the Iron-hills for safe keeping until the Mountain was reclaimed. And being the stubborn female dwarf I am, I can be just as stubborn of not more than Thorin Oakenshield himself.

After some heated words, and even a fight to decide my fate, Thorin had kept his word that after defeating him in combat I had a right to go alongside the Quest. In fact I was one of the first after Dwalin and Balin had agreed to follow Thorin.

I had just changed out Thorin’s bandages as well as flushed out any signs of infections before they could spread and cause his healing to delay or worse make him sick. As I returned to put my stuff back into the pack, I caught sight of Bilbo sitting down to some of Bombur’s stew. I walked over to him and asked.

“Mind if I join you?” he turned to me.

“Not at all (Y/n).” Hobbits truly were polite people. Even back at his home when I was the only one out of the 13 dwarves to not to help myself to his food cabinet, he graciously tried to offer me something before one of the boys took it for themselves. I took my seat next to him and he asked, “Do you mind if I—”

“Oh not at all Bilbo, please eat. Mahal knows we’ve been practically starving you since this quest began.” When we were in Rivendell and I caught Bilbo eating both dinner and supper within just a few short hours apart he had told me that Hobbits have seven meals every day. I took it upon myself to first apologize for starving the poor lad and then when breakfast came that day, I had helped the Elves with serving something not only for the Dwarves but for Bilbo as well.

As he went to his stew, he took a few sips before looking around and whispered to me.

“How’s Thorin?” the lad truly has grown fond of my beloved. Especially after what had happened along the Misty Mountains.

“He’ll live fortunately. Unfortunately for him, he’ll have to be put on bed rest for the next 24-48hours before he can even move. Warg bites are nothing to sniffle or chuckle at. And believe me getting Thorin to stay on bedrest is a challenge in on itself.”

“No doubt I imagine. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of it being Thorin’s wife.”

“If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been called Thorin’s widow.” He stopped his eating and looked at me. I placed my hand on his shoulder and continued, “What you did last night Bilbo, it’s something that I can never truly repay you for.”

“There-there really is no need to repay me. I just did what anyone of you would’ve done. Though I don’t know why I did without no skill of a blade it was all just—”

“Instinct. I get the feeling. But I am grateful nonetheless my friend.” I patted his shoulder. “And if you’re up for it later today, Bofur and I can show you a thing or two about fighting. Same with Fili and Kili.” He nodded.

“I do appreciate it (Y/n).” I smiled at him before standing up and went off to join the others for my own meal.

Truthfully I don’t know what I would’ve done had I lost Thorin last night. He and I have known each other since we were young Dwarves in Erebor, my father being one of the King’s proudest and strongest fighters but was sadly killed when the Dragon took our home. My mother tried her best but she too succumbed to grief leaving me with no family, till Thorin stepped up.

He helped support me when we worked in the villages of Men and when we were finally able to make a temporary home in the Blue Mountains, that’s when my feelings for him began to deepen. And eventually he came to accept he felt the same for me and never did I think Thorin would ever choose a wife, he never really showed much interest in wanting to court anyone, not since we lost our home.

I reached up to the left side of my hair, brought some of the hair that rested on my back to the front but something was missing. No it-it cannot be! I looked down at my hair and brushed through it with my fingers and couldn’t see the courting beads Thorin had braided into my hair. Not only that but some of the strand felt uneven (particularly where the braid once rested).

My heart raced as I tried to remember where and when the last time I felt the braid was. Obviously it was still intact at Rivendell, the Goblin tunnels I still had it, when Azog attacked us and—oh makk an E ha’ak! When I fought alongside Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo to hold off the orcs from Thorin before the eagles came, one of them must’ve cut my braid off without my knowing!

A million thoughts were racing through my head. First it was to curse the orc that did this and that I vowed to kill them if they ever show themselves again. But most of my thoughts trailed back to Thorin. What would he say? How will he react? Will he still want to be my One? Will he be furious that I lost his courting bead?

In our customs, a courting bead is so precious and is never given away lightly (especially if your One is someone like Thorin is). By gaining the bead you’ve not only come to accept your One’s feelings for you, but also accept a courtship and eventual marriage to bond the two of you into one. Losing it or returning it is like having your heart getting grind up, slammed with a forging hammer until it’s nothing but tiny little pieces and then returning the heart to the one who gave you the courting bead.

And never have I once undid the braid nor removed the bead from my hair ever since Thorin gave it to me. Everyone knew where it lied and if they saw it gone……what would the other’s think? I was so focused on my thoughts that I barely registered that I had walked into someone. When I looked up I had seen that I had walked into Gandalf.

“Oh Gandalf, forgive me.”

“No worries my dear (Y/n).” he looked me over and continued, “You seem to be worried about something.” I looked around to see if any of the others were nearby. When I saw that no one was within hearing range, I asked Gandalf to come closer to my height with my two fingers. He knelt down and I whispered to him.

“I’ve lost Thorin’s courtship braid.” He separated from me for a bit as I further explained, “It must’ve been that orc I faced off against when Azog caught us along the Misty Mountains. Gandalf, what if Thorin takes notice of it? Or someone already has and will tell him?”

“Now, now my dear, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“But Gandalf you know what courting braids mean in our culture. You know what losing one’s courting bead means? I—I can’t lose Thorin. Not again, especially not after last night. He’s all I have left in this world.” He placed both of his hands on my shoulder.

“Thorin may be stubborn but I know he would never do that to you. You both have been through far too much to let something like this be the final straw to divide you both. Remember it’s not just him that’s helped you, you have helped him as well.”

He wasn’t lying. After his grandfather’s death and his father going missing, Thorin was practically lost in how to help our people. Whilst I too, grieved over my father I also had to support Thorin for he was hurting just as much as I was. We depend on each other and support one another, the other’s beacon of light in the dark mines.

“But how do I tell him Gandalf?” I asked uncertainly.

“You’ll know just what to say my dear girl.” I took a deep breath then exhaled.

“Okay Gandalf, I trust you.”

“And you’ve learned to never doubt it.” He gave me a soft wink before going on his way. I took a deep breath before heading back to rejoin the others.

The day was spent helping Bilbo train with his sword, scouting out for Azog or his orc pack, and helping Oin with Thorin’s wounds. Which was what was happening right now, I held onto Thorin’s hand as Oin was once again flushing out the slightly infected bites and stitching them back up. Thorin was tense throughout the whole process.

He never did like to show pain whenever he had to get patched up. Said he was afraid that others would view him as weak.

“Alright Thorin, just continue to not move about so much and those wounds will heal up quickly.”

“Thank you Oin. I know I’m skilled as a healer but I am nowhere near your degree of knowledge.” I told him.

“Do not doubt your own skills milady.” He told me. “We’ll be lucky to have you as our Queen once we reclaim the throne. The first Dwarf Queen to be skilled in the knowledge of healing that could be rivaled by the Elves.” Him saying that suddenly gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. As much as I do trust Gandalf in his words from earlier, there’s still a lingering shadow of fear that’s clung itself onto my like a thorn that won’t come out. He soon left Thorin and I alone and I heard my One say.

“He’s right you know.” I turned to him. “Never before as a Dwarf woman been so knowledgeable about herbs, healing methods and skills as you have my beloved. Erebor will be lucky to have you as it’s Queen.” He cupped the side of my face, “My only regret is that it will take us longer to get there.”

“Your health is what we should be focused on right now. I would rather Erebor have a King in good health rather than poor or worse dead.” I brushed the long strands of hair from his face before I began braiding it.

“Every hour lost hasten Durin’s day.” I rolled my eyes.

“Thorin. Durin’s day is not going anywhere. It lies on the same day as it always does. Not a week before not a week after. As I said, I would rather have you in good health to rule at my side, than you pushing yourself only to make your health worsen. Even if I have to bind you to this tree I will.”

“Reminds me of the time when you did just that to get me to have me teach you how to fight. Is that how you intend on delivering punishments? Bound the prisoners to trees with your tight knots?”

“Only to those truly stubborn enough not to follow either mine or Doctor Oin’s orders.” We both laughed softly before I gave him a soft kiss. I felt as his hand went from cupping the side of my face to going around the back of my head, right to where I knew he’d always like to stroke his courting braid.

I separated our kiss and quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from my head. Immediately I could see the thoughts spinning in his head like a spider’s web.

“What is it (Y/n)?” he asked me.

“Nothing.” I quickly said.

“It’s not nothing. Never before have you stopped me from touching your hair.”

“I—I haven’t had the chance to brush my hair yet.” Even to me that was a pathetic excuse. Thorin’s brow rose skeptically then he asked me.

“What’s really going on?” I sighed deeply and turned my head away from him.

“I cannot say.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“(Y/n), amrâlimê.” He lifted my chin up to look into his deep blue eyes. “What was it you once said to me when we first began courting?”

“That there should be no secrets between us.” I answered.

“So why are you starting now?” I sighed heavily, already feeling the wetness of tears forming under my eyes.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That I’ll lose you.”

“(Y/n). These wounds of mine aren’t—”

“It’s not the wounds or in battle that I fear amrâlimê, it’s—” I took another deep breath before I took the section of my hair where he had given his courting bead and showed him how it was now gone. As I expected his eyes widened in shock as he reached out for the cut strands of my uneven hair and brushed through them. Almost hoping the bead would reappear along with the braid but it was gone.

“How long has it been missing?” he asked. His voice stern as I knew he was trying to suppress his anger.

“I only noticed it this morning. My best guess is that it was the orc I was fighting with along the mountainside when Azog ambushed us. I’m sorry Thorin, this is my fault for allowing that foul creature to even graze my hair. I should’ve been more careful I should’ve been more aware of what I was carrying upon my head. I was careless, foolish and—” I was stopped by the feeling of his arms wrapped around me tightly.

“But you are not hurt, yes?”

“No.”

“Then that is enough for me.” I separated our embrace and looked at him in shock, his eyes that were once filled with shock and anger now appeared soft and gentle.

“I don’t understand. Thorin, my courtship braid to you has been severed. Your courting bead lost forever.”

“Mere objects. A new braid can be made, a new bead can be strung into your locks. But there is only one you,” he cupped my face into his hands, his thumbs gingerly stroking the apple of my cheeks just above the strands of my own beard. “And I could not bear the thought of losing you.”

“You—you still wish to court me?”

“You are my One, (Y/n). Who else would I want as my Queen?”

“I just…..I know how special our courting traditions and symbols are. I was worried if you took notice of your bead and braid missing that you—you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Amrâlimê,” our noses softly grazed one another’s as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, “I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. You are my One, and nothing will ever change that. As I said, I can give you a new braid, I’ll find you a new bead. A more finer bead once we reach the mountain and reclaim our home. But there is only one of you. And I would be a fool to let someone like you go.”

He then pressed his forehead to mine and I shut my eyes as I felt his love and strength enter me as our forehead remained together.

“I am sorry I doubted your love Thorin.” I said after awhile of silence between us.

“There is no need for apologizes. You are always be my beloved, no matter what the world gives us…..”

“We’ll always be One.” I finished our vows that we made for one another when we first began our courtship together. He soon moved his lips over mine and once again we kissed.

His hand going back towards the area where my braid once stood, and I felt his fingers softly brush through those strands of hair and I felt myself finally relax under his touch.

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imakemywings · 7 months

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do you have any good female fics to rec?

DO I. LOL. Putting this immediately under a cut because there are a lot! There are so many talented writers in this fandom who do ENORMOUS justice to female characters, both original and book-based. Couple of blog recs at the bottom too!

(I'm assuming this is asking for Tolkien fanfic since that's mostly what I'm on about these days, but if you'd rather see Mass Effect or Dragon Age I can do that too.)

I'm glad you asked! φ(*￣0￣)

I'm going to keep all of these to 1 rec per author just so we don't get totally out of control here.

Forging Gold by @swanmaids ft. Curufin's wife, Dwarf OCs. Heather is an amazing source of female character fic in this fandom; she has well-developed OCs for all of Feanor's daughters-in-law and treats canon female characters with such care and love. Absolutely recommend checking out the rest of her stuff!

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by @welcomingdisaster ft. Indis, Miriel. A really great look at the dynamic between these two. Lena has lots of other good takes on female Tolkien characters too!

Friendship and Stern Demand by @polutrope ft. Elwing. Fantastic exploration of what the communications between Elwing and Maedhros might have looked like!

Untitled by @outofangband ft. Aerin, Morwen. Nelyo focuses a lot on the human characters so if you want to read more about what the mortal women went through in the First Age, definitely browse through their blog!

Abide, Abound by Elleth ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Elleth also has lots of works centering on female Tolkien characters.

And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed ft. Elwing. One of my favorite takes on Elwing's suicide.

Keeper of Kings by batshape ft. Lalwen. What did Lalwen get up to in Middle-earth? Seeing a lot of people die, for one thing.

Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by @amethysttribble ft. Aredhel, Galadriel, Luthien. Fun "behind-the-scenes" look at some adventures with these three!

A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha ft. Elwing, f!Maglor. Fascinating AU take on a meeting between Elwing and Maglor prior to the Third Kinslaying.

The Sleep of Flowers by Innin ft. Galadriel, Melian. Very beautiful scene, and plenty of other female-centric works by Innin!

Light Words About Nothing by Margo_Kim ft. Dis, Belladonna. I ship it.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair ft. Elwing. Another great take on Elwing at the Third Kinslaying.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanaceae ft. Miriel, Indis.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey ft. Arwen, Eowyn. Ohh it captures that chivalric WLW so well.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost ft. Anaire, Aredhel. Addresses Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return to Valinor. This author also has a number of other great female-centric fics, highly recommend!

The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by @starspray ft. Luthien, Elwing, Arwen. Amazing look at the line of Thingol's relationship with death. This author also has a whole series on Lalwen and an OFC!

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin ft. Dis, Dwarf OC. "Behind-the-scenes" look at the Dwarves before the battle of Azanulbizar.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking ft. Indis, Miriel. Indis and Miriel talk after Miriel's return to Valinor.

The Tapestry by Zdenka ft. Thedowyn, Miriel. The ghost of Miriel Serinde offers some aid. This author also has a lot of female-centric works!

Not Undevoted by SatiricalDraperies ft. Galadriel, Melian.

Winter Sea by Tallulah ft. Finduilas, OFC. Finduilas had a girlfriend in the Falas. Another author with a great selection of female-centric works.

The Hunt by @cuarthol ft. Amarie. Amarie is trans and closeted in Valinor, but Finrod understands.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush on a Queen) by ncfan ft. Arwen, Firiel. When Firiel of Gondor takes refuge in Rivendell, Arwen takes an interest.

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous ft. Galadriel, Melian. A darker look at their relationship.

That Time Elanor Gardner Had A Crush On Her Employer by Anonymous ft. Arwen, Elanor.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna ft. Arwen, OFC. Unsent letter from a female friend of Arwen's as her wedding to Aragorn approaches. This author is also a good one to look at for more female-centric fic!

Orlaya by yeaka ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Cute!

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive ft. Arwen, Eowyn.

Or They Would Go On Aching Still by Farasha ft. Arwen, Tauriel. Oh, the grief!

Berrypicking Time by swamp_diamonds ft. Finduilas, Nienor.

Things They Don't Talk About by eris_of_imladris ft. Findis. Findis and Feanor have a complicated relationship.

Easily Sever What Never was One by vauquelin ft. Haleth. If you like Halenthir at all as a ship, you'll like this.

The One With All The Birds by clothono ft. Elwing, Nerdanel. I've said it before I'll say it again--my favorite Elwing fic.

Greensleeves by bravelittlscrib ft. Nerdanel. Little scenes of Nerdanel's life and her relationships.

Emerie by the_artifice_of_eternity ft. Erendis, Ancalime. Ancalime's last visit with her mother before taking the throne.

In the Family by arriviste ft. Celebrian, Galadriel.

At the Water's Edge by crackinthecup ft. Elwing, Idril.

And that's what I've got for you right now, I hope that helps! I would also advise checking out the blogs @tolkien-heroines and @sapphictolkien both of which focus on female characters in Tolkien's work. Happy reading, anon! ♪(^∇^*)

#asks #anonymous #mine

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cycas · 12 days

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Gloin was present at the Battle of Azanulbizar, where Thorin gained his Oakenshield name, where Dain killed Azog, and saw the Balrog.

Gloin was sixteen years old then.

When Gloin set off on the quest for Erebor, he didn't take Gimli with him, saying that he was too young. Gimli was 62!

I wonder how hard it was for Gloin at the Council of Elrond, to say to Gimli : yes, you are old enough now.

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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council meetings

pairing: kíli / fem!reader (established)

word count: 1349

summary: politics suck worse than kíli does at keeping a secret

req: "do you want me to kill that guy for you? because he seems like a real dick and i would totally kill that guy for you." + "an annoyed but affectionate slap to the back of the head" with kili?

a/n: he’s such a dork and i love him very much

read on ao3

being an advisor to the king of erebor was no breezy endeavor. the heavy workload that came with continuous restoration efforts, four headstrong durins, and that’s not even counting the most uncomfortable chairs your ass has ever sat in.

the worst part, though? it had to be when fellow councilmembers didn’t take you seriously because of your lack of graying hair. every disparaging comment made about your youth tested your patience and almost had you showing your age by bounding the table and choking them by their own beards.

your inexperience in a formal setting, silly notes passed to cheeky princes, your sneezes when the dust of a withering tome invaded your nose — the old snots took them all as signs you were unfit for office. they questioned every bill you proposed and called you a foolish child (among other things) every time you disagreed with them.

speaking of silly notes and cheeky princes- you felt a tap against your foot under the table. of course it was your kíli, trying to get your attention so you could accept the note he wrote you.

“do you want me to kill that guy for you, ghivashel? because he seems like a real dick and i would totally kill that guy for you”

you snickered and stomped his foot under the table for nearly making you laugh. he didn’t react save for a smile and a playful wink.

once thorin was well enough to give orders as king, he appointed members of the quest as guild masters and seats on his royal council. having his shield brothers among him meant far more than the tradition of keeping nobles in positions of power, but he couldn’t blatantly show such favoritism this early into his reign.

bofur was named head of the miner’s guild and was clearly repulsed by political agendas and personal vendettas. he didn’t want to be here just as much as you. every time lord ashuk started his bitching, he would plop his hat over his eyes, kick his feet up on the table, and block out the bullshit.

lucky bastard.

that’s why you wished you were anywhere else other than where you were right now. sitting in the council chambers at the asscrack of dawn with nobles and guild masters all around, a vacation would be the least amount of compensation you’d accept for your suffering.

maybe mordor was pleasant this time of year.

this ridiculous session was only happening courtesy of lord ashuk, a noble who got his moniker during the battle of azanulbizar for his excellent hiding and pissing skills. no one knew why he was on thorin’s council to begin with, much less why he hadn’t been ousted before now.

he was determined to question the integrity of every other dwarf on the council simply to make himself look superior.

as per ashuk’s personal itinerary, no session is truly complete without your name getting a good dragging through the mud.

“there are far too many members of this council with no knowledge of the inner workings of erebor! and one of them is a woman, no less!” ashuk sent a nasty glare your way and you returned it to him tenfold.

it took every bit of willpower you could muster to not flip your hair oh so discreetly and reveal your status as future queen of erebor.

nearly every dwarf who reclaimed the mountain erupted into furious yelling. gloin shot his chair out from under him and called ashuk every foul name under the sun. this startled bofur from his dozing and with a quick update from bombur on what was going on, the miner rushed to your defense as well. dwalin’s voice was made clearer with the way his hands gripped the hilt of his axes.

even fíli, typically the calmer of the princes, was outraged. you were the sister he never had, one of his dearest friends and the second bravest woman he’d ever known behind his amad. you were soon to be his sister in law, for mahal’s sake! he had every intention of rising from his seat and getting in ashuk’s face to defend your honor, but thorin’s firm grip on his shoulder steadied him.

and your dear kíli, for all his typical silliness and cheerful disposition, could turn rightly sour when the time called for it.

the youngest prince may not be well-versed in politics, but he knew how to read the intentions of those around him. with every thinly veiled insult thrown at those around him, ashuk was blatantly questioning uncle’s decisions as king and ostracizing himself from the rest of the council.

to quote bilbo, ashuk was a hen stuck in the fox’s den.

kíli rose from his chair calmly, a fire in his eyes that many had never seen from him before now. balin noticed his moving to stand and went to pull him back down, but the attempt was shaken off.

as the other council members noticed the dark prince rising from his seat, their voices puttered out. young or not, kíli was still a prince and his status alone demanded attention and respect.

with a subtle nod, thorin told kíli to say his piece.

“i must disagree with you, ashuk.” the name was spit with all the disgust one gave when speaking of goblins. “it is my personal opinion that there are far too many members of this council that called their king a fool when he called for aid in reclaiming this very mountain.”

he leaned on the table, hands spread out as he leveled every noble with a cold stare. “nearly every noble in this room laughed in thorin’s face when he presented his plan to reclaim our home. yet now that the hard work was done for you, you expect to be treated with respect you didn’t earn.”

members of the company nod along, many of them beaming with pride at kíli. “you speak as if you intimately know the trials we had to face while you called us fools for facing smaug.”

“she can’t even stand up for herself!” ashuk interrupted when kíli paused for a breath.

that was the wrong thing to say, thorin mused to himself. balin was barely holding in a smug laugh because he knew exactly what kíli’s reply would be.

if kíli wasn’t angry before, he sure as shit was now. “your future queen should not have to justify her presence and capabilities to filth like you! she could have your beard on our mantle for the way you’ve spoken to her these past months and i don’t believe a single dwarf in here would object!”

well. this was decidedly not the way you planned on announcing your courting status to the others.

ashuk shared the same blank stare as a dead fish and it nearly had you and bofur doubling over in laughter. before everyone could erupt into yet another fit of chaos, thorin called the meeting adjourned and sent away those who weren’t of the company.

once the outsiders left, shouts of joy and laughter echoed through the lapis hall.

“did you see his face?! priceless!”

“if it weren’t so ugly, i’d like to preserve it!”

“i didn’t know ye had it in ye, lad! great job!”

“you’ve got yerself a good one, lassie!”

kíli went to your side after you both escaped all the well-wishes and hugs from the others. he kissed your temple lightly and pulled you into his embrace.

“thank you for telling off ashuk for me, my love.”

your prince grins and leans down for a kiss, which you happily give him. he’s distracted enough by you that he doesn’t notice your hand moving ever so slightly until he feels a thwack! on the back of his head.

he winces and moves a hand to rub at the sore spot, giving you his signature kicked puppy eyes. “that was for spoiling our surprise, kee.”

“you have to admit, my dear, it was a pretty interesting way to break the news.”

“you are definitely right about that.”

“as always!”

“don’t push it.”

#kili durin #kíli is a dumbass (affectionate)#kíli durin x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit trilogy #the hobbit fanfic #kíli durin imagine

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 3 months

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Hello for the valentine's day prompt Bifur and Oin please? 💖

Thank you so much for the request! I've never played with this couple before and it was so cute! I hope you enjoy.

Oin was fit to drop, but there was still so much to do. The healers’ tents had remained full and busy even when the number of survivors brought to them started to slow drastically. Oin sighed. War. Such a mess. Even camped in the shadow of the mountains were entirely too close to Azanulbizar in his opinion. The place where they lost their king and crown prince. The place where he almost lost his One.

He checked on his patients doing what he could with them, and conversing as best as he could with the ones that were awake. He had taken a hit during battle that caused his ears to pop, and even now they were still ringing. He hoped the loss wasn’t permanent, but he also didn’t hold out much hope after three days. Perhaps he would be able to get by with a hearing trumpet and not go completely deaf.

The final bed he made it to was the hardest one for him to handle. Bifur lay unconscious, the hideous orc axe embedded in his skull. The skin, red and puffy from where they had cleaned and stitched around the wound. It was a death sentence if they attempted to remove it, and right now he was at least breathing. However, the other healers had given up on any chance of him waking. ‘Dead between the ears’ was what they said. His body carried on living even as his mind gave up.

Oin couldn’t bear to give in to that assessment. Even when he knew there were other patients who needed his attention. Even when he knew there was very little to hope for, that Bifur could ever have a normal life again. Personal feelings overrode professional integrity, and he found himself at the dwarf’s bedside more often than not. The best thing he could do in this situation was talk to Bifur and hope that something got through.

So he talked about his day. He talked about Thorin moving them on to the Blue Mountains as soon as they were able. He talked about what life would be like there. For them, for Gloin and Milja whenever his brother worked up the courage to finally court her. For Bofur and Bombur, Bifur’s dear cousins who were more like younger brothers to him. He talked so much he had almost missed when Bifur’s hand moved. However, when his eyes opened, Oin jumped into action assessing Bifur’s state.

His eyes darted around wildly as he mumbled in gibberish that would have been hard to understand even if Oin could hear properly.

“You’re alright, mudùmel (comfort of all comforts). You’re safe.”

Bifur suddenly started shouting and reaching up towards the axe. Oin did what he could to restrain him, but Bifur had always been stronger than him. He shouted for help, and two other healers came running to help keep Bifur in place. The dwarf was shaking and screaming now as he fought to get loose. Oin kept trying to soothe him, but his words weren’t seeming to get through. Desperate, Oin grabbed onto Bifur’s hand and began manipulating it into Iglishmêk.

You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe. I’m here.

Over and over until the dwarf finally began to calm down. Whether he could actually recognize the words or not, Oin wasn’t certain. He didn’t let up though.

I’m here. I love you.

Finally, the hands he was manipulating began to pull away until they were cradling Oin’s hands in return.

I dreamt I was lost to you, my love.

Oin’s hands were shaking as he made the final signs. He looked into Bifur’s eyes as he shook his head before signing once more.

Not lost, just misplaced.

Bifur smiled before sinking back into sleep. Oin just stood there, tears streaking down his face, relief bursting free. He knew the road ahead would be bumpy for them, but at least it was there for them to traverse together.

#sunny answers stuff #the hobbit #bifur x oin #more like sweet sign language

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tenth-sentence · 1 year

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It is said that every Dwarf that went from that battlefield was bowed under a heavy burden.

"The Lord of the Rings: Appendices - Appendix A" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quote #lotr #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #appendices #appendix #annals of the kings and rulers #durins folk #battle of azanulbizar #nanduhirion #battlefield #aftermath #war #dwarves

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boromorous · 2 years

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having many thoughts about Dain today

I've been reading a bunch of fics with Dain in them lately, and it's got me feeling like fanon Dain isn't enough of a chad- especially regarding his relationship with Bilbo.

Like, I've read so many fics that have Dain dislike bilbo- whether because he doesn't like hobbits, or Bilbo in particular, or disapproves of Bilbo's closeness to Thorin etc., but its pretty clear in the books that Dain likes Bilbo! and thinks he's super awesome!

I'm not sure how this got turned around? maybe he makes a good scapegoat- perhaps having an even bigger jerk makes Thorin look better? (sorry Thorin but it's true) Anyway, I don't know for sure, but there's about one million characters in LOTR u can pick to be an asshole- but Dain shouldn't be in there XD

Especially regarding Bilbo! like, Dain did SO MUCH for Bilbo- even when he barely knew him!

Looking at the events in LOTR, as told by Gimli in the council of Elrond, we can see that even 60ish years after only meeting Bilbo once, he still cared greatly about his safety.

Gimli tells everyone about how Sauron sent black riders to Erebor, and the riders were basically like “i'll give you THREE dwarven rings of power, and MORIA if u tell me where Bilbo Baggins is.” and Dain, the chad he is, was like “umm, no” and sent Gimli and Gloin to WARN BILBO! He fucking waged war against THE GREATEST EVIL EVER- refusing literally the greatest gifts that could possible be offered to dwarves, for like, the safety of a hobbit. especially after ALL the dwarves have been through to get back Moria!! Dain was in the battle of Azanulbizar (aka the battle to reclaim Moria)!!

And yet he refused!

TBH of the great figures in middle earth his track record is actually amazing- like, so many Kings in LOTR history have fallen pray to Sauron's will. DAIN? The dwarf? A race known in middle earth for greed? He wouldn’t stand for it! Stood up to Sauron for a hobbit! I cant get over it.

Additionally he's SO honorable! Dain DIED in the war of the ring- fighting alongside Brand, Bard's grandson. He signed his death certificate because he stood up to Sauron- and paid for it with his life to help the men. He literally died PROTECTING Brand's body!! Additionally the only reason all the men of Dale lived is because they were given protection by seeking refuge in Erebor.

Also even disregarding the events of LOTR- he is EXPLICITLY nice to Bilbo!! Dain says to Bilbo after the battle of five armies: “'This treasure is yours as much as it is mine... I should hope that the words of Thorin, of which he repented, should not prove true: that we should give you little. I would reward you most richly of all.'" -Dain in "The Return Journey" He gave Bard a fourteenth share!! MORE RICHLY THAN THAT? THAT’S A LOTTA GOLD FOR ONE HOBBIT!

This is, I think, the only explicit dialogue ever exchanged between Bilbo and Dain, and it's pretty obvious he respects Bilbo. So it makes me sad when fanon Dain is like "get out of our mountain Bilbo" XD

#mini rant lol #i just love dain

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arofili · 10 months

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lord of the rings ladies week day three | dwarrowdams | dís and her ancestresses | @lotrladiessource

Thordís and Eydís were sisters of the Line of Durin. In the ancient tradition of their foremothers, they were each simply given the name “Dís” upon their birth, with a unique prefix added when they came of age. According to their mother Arndís, this custom stretched back to Alfdís, daughter and heir of Durin I the Deathless himself. Thordís received her name for her boisterous, thunderous laughter, while Eydís earned hers for her cleverness and good luck. The sisters each married into Longbeard royalty, Thordís wedding Prince Thráin II and eventually becoming his queen, and Eydís wedding Prince N��in of the Iron Hills. Thordís had three children: Thorin II Oakenshield, Frerin, and a daughter, once more named only Dís. Eydís bore only one child, Dáin II Ironfoot, and the cousins were fast friends in their youth. But when the dragon came, Thordís was slain, and her children dispossessed from their kingdom. Thus it was that Dís daughter of Thordís had no mother to name her when she came of age, and in honor of her fallen mother she refused to take a prefix altogether. Shortly after the Fall of Erebor, both Frerin and Náin were killed in the Battle of Azanulbizar, where Thorin and Dáin won great renown. Though Eydís remained in the Iron Hills, she never forgot those she lost, and when Thorin called upon Dáin for aid in his Quest to reclaim Erebor, she urged her son to heed his call. Alas, Thorin died in the resulting battle, leaving Dáin to inherit the throne. Then at last Eydís reunited with Dís her niece, last of her siblings, and offered her a new name: Freydís, for her noble courage in the face of much hardship. This name she accepted in her heart, though to all others she was yet known only as Dís, daughter of Thráin.

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The Shadows Which Fire Throws

Summary: Thorin thought he had lost everything when the dragon came and forced the dwarves of Erebor out of their homeland, but when his brother Frerin perishes in the climactic battle in their years-long war against the orcs, Thorin discovers the true meaning of loss. A few years after the Battle of Azanulbizar, Thorin travels from village to village, seeking work as a blacksmith so he can help support his family. One day, he catches young boys playing near the forge, and the sight brings back memories of his childhood in Erebor and his brother, whom he misses dearly.

Relationship: Thorin & Dís & Frerin

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my entry for @thorinsspringforge! Thank you to my amazing friend and partner for this event @lathalea for all your support and feedback. She created a wonderful moodboard (see above) for the event, so make sure you give her some love for that❤️

The fire of the forge burned in Thorin’s eyes as he swung the hammer down on the anvil with such force that he felt the blow reverberate through his body. Another day of work. Another day of enduring suspicions from Men. The skills of the Dwarves were revered in all Middle-earth, but the Dwarves themselves were looked upon with disdain—like a foreign curiosity that did not belong in this part of the world.

Thorin, once the heir to the most powerful kingdom of Dwarves, was now forced to wander the villages of Men and beg for work. An ache stabbed his chest as the sight of Erebor returned to his mind, unbidden. The halls bathed in golden light. The roaring fires and the songs of the blacksmiths echoing through the forges. Thorin tried to banish the memories by focusing on the task at hand—by reminding himself that he was but a blacksmith now and Erebor was lost, but that only reminded him of just that—everything he had lost. With each blow of the hammer, images of his homeland tore at his soul. But working as a blacksmith was the only way he managed to feed his family, so he swallowed back the pain and carried on.

It was spring now—but that hardly mattered. It was always warm in the smithy, and Thorin cared not for the little things which made the passing of seasons so marvellous to ordinary folk. Leaves turning to fire and gold and coming to rest on the forest floor. A blanket of glittering snow enveloping the land. Flowers waking from their sleep, bathing in the morning mist. It only reminded him of how quickly his life was slipping by him. And Thorin did not want to be reminded of that.

Outside the dark smithy, the village carried on as it always did. Farmers visiting from nearby lands and stopping at the dilapidated inn around the corner for a pint or two. Carts rolling on the muddy streets toward the market, where bakers and butchers and even a weaver or two sold goods to their neighbours. Travellers seldom stumbled upon this corner of the world. It was forgotten. A mere shadow of what it had been in days of old.

Just like him.

On the other side of the narrow street from the smithy was a group of young boys. They were playing a game involving dice Thorin knew from his childhood. Thorin found that fascinating—how children of different races, in all corners of the world, played the same games—but he might have found more joy in the sight if it did not remind him so much of his late brother.

Frerin had been such a lively boy, always pranking his siblings—and unsuspecting adults. Always smiling and laughing. Thorin supposed he must have been that way, too, once. At least, that was what the stories his mother had recounted and his memories told him. But he often felt like those memories did not even belong to him. They belonged to another life. And now, only the cracks in his heart remained as proof that once, he had been that young boy. Full of life. Full of hope. Even his body sometimes did not feel like his own. His mother used to say that there was honour and glory to be found in scars, for they marked a warrior’s victories. Thorin’s body was a map of all the fights he had survived, yes, but there was nothing glorious about it. It was a reminder of all the people he had lost—all those he had failed to protect.

The sun was rising, lighting the mountains on fire, as the dwarves made their final approach toward the Dimrill Dale. Toward the last battle of this terrible war that had already cost them countless lives. The other houses of dwarves had sent troops to aid the Longbeards from all corners of Middle-earth. Before they marched upon the gate, King Thrain spoke to the soldiers ahead of the battle. He spoke of avenging the late King Thrór, Thorin’s grandfather, and of reclaiming the halls of their forefathers. He spoke of honour and glory, but as Thorin glanced back at Frerin, all he could think of was to protect. His brother was far too young for war—too young for all the atrocities the world had thrown at him—but it was too late.

Thorin instructed Frerin to stay by his side. He promised he would keep him safe, but even as he spoke, he knew he did not have the power to make such a promise. Only Mahal could have saved him then, but that was not as reassuring to the exiled prince as it once would have been.

But Frerin smiled back at him. He was afraid, but he was even more determined. Durin’s folk do not flee from a fight, he had said, speaking the ancient words of their house, which their father had so often spoken to them in their youth.

The swoosh of a blade. Splashes of blood. His sword stained black. It reminded him of a quill dipped in ink before it is thrust into parchment by a poet to write words celebrating life and love and beauty. But this was no such tale.

This was a tragedy.

He remembered being a young boy in Erebor, standing in the training grounds, his brother and sister at his side. Always at his side. Together, they mastered the sword, the axe, the bow, and all other such arts their teachers deemed fit for the heirs of Durin to learn. Back then, it had all seemed like a game—a game with no real consequences other than a few bruises the next day. A game at which you always got a second chance. But as the battle drew on and the bodies piled up around him, Thorin knew this was no game. There would be no second chance.

When the first scream tore through the air, Thorin’s blood froze in his veins, and he felt the blow of the mace as though it had struck his own chest. With a deafening cry that could have brought down the mountains from Angmar to Methedras, Thorin tore through the orcs to stand between his brother and his enemy and raised his shield to cover them both. A pale orc with scars carved deep into his twisted, evil face looked down at him. Thorin used all the strength remaining in his body to defeat the orc, not stopping even when his shield was ripped from his hands and he was forced to defend himself with an oaken branch. And by the time Thorin defeated the orc and he could rush to his brother’s side, it was too late.

The snow-covered ground was soaked with blood.

Thorin remembered running through the forest just outside Erebor as a young dwarf, trying to catch up to Frerin and Dís. It was a game; he would close his eyes and let them hide, and then he would have to find them. Thorin was getting old for such activities, but he could never refuse his siblings. The air smelled of bluebells and cornflowers, and golden beams of sunlight snuck through the green canopy overhead, lighting his path deeper into the woods. That day, Thorin was having more trouble than usual finding his siblings, but he was not worried. He could hear their muffled giggles, telling him they were not far, and Thorin knew that no matter the obstacles, they always found their way to each other eventually.

Frerin always came back to him—until now.

When the wicked worm attacked Erebor, desecrating their fathers’ halls and robbing them of their home, Thorin thought he had experienced the most terrible tragedy. But as he stood in the grave that had become Azanulbizar, holding onto Frerin’s limp, lifeless body, he finally understood the true meaning of loss. His tears mingled with the blood and dirt on his cheeks. He looked up to the cloudy sky; the moon was hiding that night, but a few stars looked upon the desolation. Was Mahal up there, watching them? If he was, why did he not help them? Had one of Thorin’s ancestors offended Mahal somehow, and thus doomed their line forever?

When, many hours later, Thorin was forced to bid his brother farewell, he took from his belt a dagger, and as his blood-stained hand wrapped itself around the hilt, he vowed to carry it with him for as long as he lived. Thorin wished Dís had been there, for he truly believed that the three of them together could face anything. They could have protected him together, just like when they were innocent dwarflings.

“Thorin?”

A gentle voice, like the melodious singing of the first birds in spring, pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up from the anvil to find Dís standing in the doorway, the golden light of the setting sun making her silhouette glow. A soft, sad smile tugged at her lips as she watched him uncertainly.

“What are you still doing here, brother?” she asked. “Night is falling.”

“I must have lost track of time,” Thorin replied absently, trying to chase away the memories still floating in his mind, to no avail. “I will join you in a moment.”

Dís nodded, and as she turned around to wait outside, the silver beads in her raven hair and beard gleamed in the last rays of the sun, and Thorin was reminded of how the sun used to shine upon the highest peak of the Lonely Mountain.

When Thorin stepped out of the smithy some time later and locked the door, night had fallen. Only a thin stream of gold peaking over the horizon remained.

“Will you tell me what is on your mind?” Dís asked hesitantly.

Stone walls. The hard floor of the training ground as laughter echoed all around him. Pine needles burning under the dragon’s fiery breath. His shield crashing against the bloodied rocks.

“I was thinking of Frerin.”

A shadow fell over Dís’ fair face, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. They had rarely spoken of him since the war. In the months following Azanulbizar, all had wept for Frerin, but the pain was too great, and his memory became a wound that refused to heal. His father had always buried his emotions, and with time, Thorin decided that he must do the same. That was the only way he could survive this agony. And now Dís was married, and soon she would have her own family, so it did not feel right to burden her with his grief. It did not feel right to taint her new life with the horrors of the past which refused to let go of him. As such, he was not sure why he uttered their brother’s name on this spring evening, as night swallowed the village in its blue cloak.

“I miss him terribly.” Dís admitted after a long moment of silence, her voice low, as though she was afraid to speak those words. She surprised Thorin again when she said, “Do you remember when we were children, how the Mountain would sometimes wake and Amad would sing to us to comfort us?”

Thorin remembered; as a child, the tremors had frightened him, for he had not understood them. His mother would wrap her arms around all three of them, and her voice would banish all evils lurking in the depths of the Mountain. He remembered her fair voice—so similar to his sister’s—and the gentle touch of her hands against his shoulder. He would have smiled at the memory if it did not hurt so much. He desperately wanted to stop talking about it, but he owed it to Dís, whom he had disappointed too often. Despite the tears clouding her vision, she seemed to derive comfort from the memory.

“Of course, I remember. You would press your little body against me and I would not be allowed to let go until you deemed it was safe—and that often meant holding you until you fell asleep.”

Dís smiled wistfully, and when she reached out for his hand and leaned her head into his shoulder, Thorin momentarily felt once more like a young dwarf whose only heroic feat to date was chasing his sister’s nightmares away.

Dís went on, her voice heavy with emotion. “When her singing was not enough to comfort me, I remember her telling me that as long as we had each other—you, me, and Frerin—then all would be well.”

The scream. The blood. His brother’s eyes looking back at him for the last time.

“I am so sorry, Dís. It is all my fault.”

His sister’s misty eyes sought his gaze in vain. “You did everything you could to protect him.”

If he had, Frerin would still be here. Thorin had failed him—he had failed them both.

Dís’ sniffling pulled him back to the present, and though Thorin barely had enough strength to maintain his composure, he pulled his sister into his arms and held her tight, hoping he could offer her the comfort he sought so desperately.

“Even after all this time, I hate myself for not having been at his side. Perhaps things might have turned out differently….” She shook her head. “But I was not, and we cannot change the past. So I beg you, brother, do not torture yourself needlessly. I cannot bear the thought of you suffering in silence.”

“And you need not worry yourself on my account. I am fine.”

Dís looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, knowing it was a lie. She was silent for a moment; the wind tore at her blue dress, and in her eyes, the light of the stars and moon shone brightly. “No matter what happens—no matter how much our lives may change—I will always be there for you, Thorin. Please do not ever doubt it. I could not save Frerin, but I am at your side. Always.”

A wistful smile lit up his tired face. He remembered when Dís was born. A storm raged on all day, but as night fell and her cries filled the royal chambers, the sky turned quiet, and the pale light of a crescent moon shone upon the mountain. He remembered, too, how her presence never failed to brighten even the darkest of days. Even after the dragon stole their home and they wandered through the wilderness, cold, starving, and exhausted, Dís could make anyone laugh. She could make anyone feel like there was a reason to keep going—like there was a reason to keep living. She was always the strongest of Durin’s heirs, and now, as Thorin pulled her into his arms, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. A weight that he had been carrying for longer than he could remember.

“And I am at yours, dearest sister.”

Her smaller hand took refuge in his as they walked in silence the rest of the way. High in the sky, a crescent moon illuminated their path.

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Below will be fanfic recs for TOLKIEN, 80 DAYS, and THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS. Once again, I’ve tried to break the Tolkien recs down by character groupings but you all know what a thankless task that is. Asterisks by particular faves! (〜￣▽￣)〜

(Photo credit to Svitlana on Unsplash.)

Past fanfic rec lists

80 Days

Anchor by insomniz - NR - 5.6k - Fogg/Passepartout - Aouda's view of their relationship, and her friendship with Passepartout.

Trains, Like Time and Tide by ArabellaMoxie G - 5.2k - Fogg/Passepartout - Eventually Passepartout realizes Fogg is sabotaging them. It's so cute <3

The Left Hand of Darkness

Cut From the Journal of Therem Harth rem ir Estraven by bratrights - G - 2.5k - Genly/Therem - A really tender look at Therem and Genly's relationship. The author does a great job capturing Therem's voice!

Dawn by venndaai - T - 2.9k - Genly/Therem - Wonderful (AU) exploration of Genly and Therem's relationship post-canon.

Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit

* Abide, Abound by elleth - T - 3.9k - Arwen/Tauriel - Wonderful characterization here and such a natural growth of the relationship.

All My Shadows Fade by amyfortuna - T - 662 - Arwen/OC - My heart breaks for this OC--a female friend of Arwen's in unrequited love with her, writing her a letter on the eve of her marriage to Aragorn.

Before the Breath of Storm by tinnurin - T - 1.3k - Excellent look into the Dwarven exiles before the battle of Azanulbizar.

* Both the Sweet and the Bitter by Northland - T - 10k - I just loved this look at Rivendell during the War of the Ring.

Come Home to Chaos (Get a Crush On a Queen) by ncfan - G - 8.5k - Arwen/Firiel of Gondor - This fic does a great job with the setting and with Arwen's attitudes. Wonderful depth given to Firiel, a character really only a name on a page in canon.

The Fruit by Mimi_Lind - G - 1.6k - I love Celeborn and Thranduil fucking with each other with a total deadpan.

Games and Fantasy by Genesis_Grey - E - 3.3k - Arwen/Eowyn - Play sexy games, win sexy prizes.

* A House of Nettles by Ias - E - 6.4k - Eowyn/Tar-Miriel - Amazing delicious sexy fic where Eowyn becomes haunted by the Witch King--former queen of Numenor Tar-Miriel. It is SO good.

Of All the Stars, the Fairest by whatiwouldnotgive - E - 7.5k - Arwen/Eowyn - This fic captures that gradual build of friendship that suddenly gives way to romance and it's beautiful. And Arwen's flirting is adorable!

Or Would They Go on Aching Still by Farasha - G - 3.5k - Aragorn/Arwen, Arwen/Tauriel - Just a heartbreaking combo of joy and grief in this fic. Fantastic look at the vanishing of the Elves from Middle-earth through Arwen's perspective.

Orlaya by yeaka - T - 1k - Arwen/Tauriel - Cute, sexy fun!

* Shadow of the Evening by RussetFiredrake - T - 2.9k - Arwen/Eowyn - Captures that lady knight/noblewoman thing SO well...both characters are so loveable here.

She had a January World by kimaracretak - T - 540 - Arwen/Tauriel - Beautiful and bittersweet, as the end of the Elves always is.

West, West Away by Arveldis - G - 3.5k - Such a sweet, tender look at saying goodbye to Middle-earth. Sam finds himself unexpectedly sharing a moment with the Elvenking on a boat West!

The Silmarillion

Sindar

Aloe Cup by welcoming_disaster - E - 2.3k - Daeron/Maglor - I love their dynamic here so much...Maglor is so desperate to save him. And not just because it involves getting his dick in there.

Après Moi, le Déluge by HerenorThereNearnorFar - T - 2k - For her children, Elwing weaves.

Beacon by polotropos - E - 2.3k - Earendil/Elwing - They are SO in love...love the touches of realism that ground this piece.

Bloodied by ohboromir - G - 1.2k - Thingol & Beleg & Mablung - We rarely see explorations of pre-Noldor Middle-earth! A nice look at the fight of the Iathrim before Feanor lands in Beleriand.

* The Carriage Held but Just Ourselves by StarSpray - T - 1.3k - Stunning look at the line of Thingol and their relationship with death.

Coastin' by swanmaiden - E - 2.3k - Earendil/Elwing - Sexy cute Starwing!

Ebb and Flow by swanmaiden - E - 3.6k - Earendil/Elwing - A really loving look at their relationship in Sirion <3 I love how this fic shows the community of the city and how loved these two were.

Elwing's Strategy by lifeisyetfair - T - 525 - Gut-wrenching look at Elwing's last moments in Sirion--and why she chose to jump. Fucking amazing character explorations, especially in such a short fic!

* Elvenkings by am_fae - G - 1.5k - Gorgeous prose and a very bittersweet look at the Iathrim after the fall of Doriath.

A Fiend in Feline Shape by Aipilosse - G - 15.7k - This is such a fun fic where we get to see a lot of the Sindar post-rebirth and such thought is given to each person's characterization. Plus Ancalagon is a cat now.

High in the Halls of the Kings Who Are Gone by Arveldis - G - 880 - Finduilas & Gildor - Gildor's final walk through Nargothrond. Beautiful prose!

Home Sweet Home by SunflowerSupreme - M - 1.5k - Daeron/Maglor - This fic captures such a harsh relationship between them, yet also the loneliness that drives them together.

* Into the Heart of a Fey Thing by amethysttribble - T - 12.2k - Aredhel & Galadriel & Luthien - These three have an adventure in Doriath. Great job managing their dynamic and some Doriath world-building!

Joy is a Bird, a Fragile Thing by estuarie - G - 1k - Elrond & Elwing - This is the reunion Elrond and his mom deserve.

Less Flesh Than Stone by crackinthecup - T - 938 - A confrontation between Elwing and Maedhros in Valinor.

Like New Flowers on Ancient Hills by StarSpray - G - 2.3k - Elanor welcomes an Elvish guest into the Shire. Both characters are written so beautifully; this is such a sweet fic.

A Love in the Past Time by ncfan - G - 810 - A beautiful look at Melian and Thingol's first meeting.

Love Me and Despair by Beleriandings - T - 3.8k - Galadriel/Luthien - Luthien's POWER here and her willingness to self-destruct are beautiful, as well as Galadriel's devotion to making sure Luthien does not destroy herself.

To Love What is Mortal by solanceae - G - 2.4k - Luthien/Thuringwethil - Delicious take on this ship, with Luthien's light and goodness being exactly what draws Thuringwethil to her.

Memories, Like Grains of Sand by cuarthol - G - 1k - Elrond and Elros remember so little of Sirion :'(

The Most Beautiful by Meril - G - 634 - A look at why Melian stays in Middle-earth.

Old Enough to Know by unknownlifeform - G - 3.6k - Elrond & Gil-galad - Love Elrond struggling a bit with Elros growing apart from him after their claustrophobic childhood. He's so used to their relying only on each other.

On Carven Throne by Innin - E - 493 - Galadriel/Luthien - Gluthien throne sex, does anything else need to be said?

Only the Best by LadyBrooke- G - 500 - Daeron missed his chance to debate Feanor. I go feral for any fic or headcanon that acknowledges the similarities between these two characters and their intelligence.

Our Shared Monsters by theworldisquietheretooquiet - T - 978 - Heartbreaking yet hopeful look at the twins of the line of Thingol and the evolution of their nightmares.

Raised by Wolves by WarriorEowyn - G - 4.4k - A really excellent look at Elrond and Elros post-Amon Ereb and their identity growth and struggles.

Upon a Bed of Moss by Innin - E - 1.5k - Galadriel/Luthien - Service top Galadriel 👌

* The Salt in the Wound by swanmaiden - E - 4.1k - Curufin's wife/Luthien - This author gives these two such a bonkers dynamic, I absolutely love it. Frothing at the mouth. Luthien distracts her one of her captors with hatesex.

Scraps of Dark in a Starstrewn Night by solanceae - T - 5.2k - Luthien/Thuringwethil - Luthien is so captivating in this fic.

Silence Sharper Than a Knife by asterisq - G - 1.6k - Daeron watches a performance of The Lay of Leithian. Ow ow ow :'''''')

Songs of Sun and Shadow by Zdenka - G - 2k - Fun tie between The Hobbit and The Silmarillion where Melian recruits Finrod to help test Thranduil's magical abilities.

Such Players Only Have There Been by Anonymous - E - 5.5k - Daeron/Maglor - Their dynamic works SO well here.

* Summer Wine by welcoming_disaster - E - 3.2k - Daeron/Maglor - Honestly so hot when Maglor explains to Daeron how to tie him up.

Stardrop by welcoming_disaster - T - 750 - Daeron/Maglor - The fucking FORESHADOWING!!!!!!

Was Dancing There by StarSpray - G - 382 - Elrond and Elwing dance in front of a mural of Luthien in Sirion. Incredible little ficlet.

What Remains by asterisq - T - 2.2k - Absolutely brutal look at the aftermath of the Second Kinslaying. Amazing work.

What the Shadows Hid by swanmaiden - T - 465 - Luthien/Thuringwethil - The vampire's kiss is a heritable curse! The vampire's kiss is a heritable curse!

Noldor

The Aching by searchingforserendipity - G - 612 - Love explorations of this moment where Celegorm and Curufin have to explain what they did in Nargothrond to Maedhros. This author packs an astounding amount of character into such a short fic!

Angels Would Not Condescend by crownlessliestheking - G - 1k - Featuring Feanor's blasphemous university lectures. Amazing work and fascinating character takes!

Bronwe Athan Harthad by oswinry - G - 2k - Beor/Finrod - Listen. Listen. Even if you aren't into this ship, you should give this fic a try. The emotional core of it hits so fucking hard.

Cinders and Smoke by ncfan - T - 2.6k - Such an emotional look at Galadriel exploring the ruins of the Havens at Sirion. There, she finds the Ring of Barahir.

Disastrous Expense by Aipilosse - E - 897 - Feanor/Nerdanel - Antagonistic post-canon sex. Even when Nerdanel is angry with him, she's attracted to him. These two have my brain <3

Do I Hurt to Hold? by Anonymous - E - 5.2k - Galadriel/Melian - Great look at a darker Melian and her tutorship and intimate relationship with Galadriel in Doriath. This author does really well emphasizing Melian's inhumanness.

Glade-Song by welcoming_disaster - M - 500 - Galadriel/Melian - Ooh so tasty look at Galadriel's attitude towards her unrequited love for Melian.

A Hideous Thing Inside by Beleriand Death Trip - M - 1.8k - A fittingly dark look at Maeglin after his death in Gondolin.

The Hunt by cuarthol - T - 1.4k - Amarie/Finrod - Amarie is closeted and trans in Aman, but Finrod understands. In love with the relationship shown between these two here, so much trust and love <3

Ilimbe by TheChasm - T - 15.2k - Feanor/Nerdanel - Ahh I love this look at their meeting and early relationship...the characterization suits them both so well!

It's Just a Consequence of Pain by roquen - G - 914 - Indis visits Miriel in the house of Vaire. I love the tenderness here, and Indis' genuine effort to reach out to Miriel where she is.

In The Ranks of Death You Will Find Him by TelerinJedi - T - 882 - Finrod & Turgon - They feel each other die TT_TT A beautiful look at this friendship!

Lady Makalaurë Fëanáriel Dying of Poison, Late Second Age, Artist Unknown by HewerofCaves - T - 8.6k - This fic maps Silm SO well onto a space opera AU and it is SUCH an enjoyable read.

* Less Wise by am_fae - E - 5.7k - Maglor/Thranduil - Maglor eventually finds welcome in Mirkwood, but that isn't enough for her. Just phenomenal character dynamics and beautiful prose!

Life After Death by oswinry - G - 5k - Emotionally devastating scenes from Finrod's rebirth in Aman. Fantastic work.

* Nargothrondolin Takes the Cake by sallysavestheday - G - 842 - This fic is just so fucking cute. Finrod narrates by letter to Amarie the annual family gingerbread house-building contest. Amazing job with his voice!

Not Undevoted by satiricaldraperies - M - 2k - Galadriel/Melian - Suuuuch a tasty and not entirely healthy commitment between these two here...love it.

Out of Dreams, Into the Sun by solanceae - T - 2.7k - Indis/Miriel - The shadow of the past over them now is so real.

Over the Unclear Eyes of Memory by Loriand_Lost - M - 6.2k - Anaire/Fingolfin - This fic really captures Anaire's complicated feelings about Fingolfin's return.

Prick a Finger, Cut Your Hand by welcoming_disaster - E - 2.5k - Indis/Miriel - Fantastic dynamic between these characters, and excellent dialogue!

Right There by RaisingCaiin - T - 1.3k - Beor/Finrod - Fluff! Fluff as far as the eye can see!

Sister, Sister by swanmaiden - T - 925 - Aredhel & Turgon - Breaking my HEART with this look at Aredhel and Turgon's relationship through the years.

* The Sleep of Flowers by Innin - E - 2.4k - Galadriel/Melian - Melian weaves teaching magic and sex together. A really sweet and also hot scene for them!

Statue of an Elven Woman by welcoming_disaster - M - 1.2k - Indis/Nerdanel - You need a fucking chainsaw to cut the tension here.

* Strength Like a Tower by potatoesanddreams - G - 794 - This fic almost made me cry over a building. Fantastic look at how Elves connect to their environment.

Stone Toys by welcoming_disaster - E - 3.3k - Indis/Nerdanel - The power dynamics here are so hot.

* Sweet Violets and Golden Cowslip by StarSpray - T - 1.6k - Absolutely amazing post-Sirion dynamics. Lalwen survives past the Third Kinslaying and has to confront what the Noldor have become.

This Now, This Us by crownlessliestheking - G - 1.3k - Indis/Miriel - Their dialogue is so fun here.

Thy Brothers' Keeper by sallysavestheday - G - 970 - Tasty Finwean family drama...Finarfin wearies of playing the peacekeeper.

Torn in Two by Alantie - G - 1.5k - Celebrian & Finrod - Celebrian meets her uncle Finrod in Aman. I really loved their bonding experiences here <3

Ainur

Bite Thy Wings and Let Thee Crawl by am_fae - E - 4.7k - I am literally not joking that this fetish porn fic has one of the best portrayals of Melkor and his careless boundless cruelty that I've ever read. RIP Maglor.

* More Ferven Flight by crownlessliestheking - E - 9k - Ingwe/Manwe - Some of the most beautiful porn I've ever read and a delicious blending of sex and worship from Ingwe's perspective. The author does an excellent job with the strangeness and overwhelmingness of being with a Vala.

One Acquainted with the Night by Grundy - G - 2k - The other Ainur don't really understand Melian's grief.

Scripts and Tongues by am_fae - M - 977 - Cirdan/Gandalf - Let Gandalf sext!

Webs and Weavings by Loriand_Lost - E - 5.1k - Ungoliant/Vaire - This fic does such a marvelous job of capturing the other-ness of Ungoliant.

Men

Brushstrokes by theworldisquietheretooquiet - T - 2.1k - Finduilas/Nienor - This one is so cuuuuute.

The Nameless Black of a Name by Ias - M - 8.1k - Finduilas/Nienor - They find purpose and home together in the wake of their tragedies. Love here how Finduilas can feel the darkness on Nienor's fate, similar to how characters comment on Turin's in canon.

Nothing Beside Remains by swanmaiden - T - 842 - Tar-Miriel/Uinen - This author writes such deliciously twisted femslash and this is no exception. Uinen's unwillingness to let go of Tar-Miriel's body makes sense when a body for her is nothing more than a decoration.

The Sea-King's Wife by swanmaiden - E - 300 - Tar-Miriel/Uinen - Uinen should be queen of tentacle porn.

The Tapestry by Zdenka - T - 1.2k - Theodwyn & Miriel - From one seamstress to another, through the ages.

Threads of Gold by Zdenka - T - 2.7k - Finduilas/Nienor - These two finding healing together is the best part of this ship TT_TT

Through These Old Grounds of Memory by Cinaed - T - 2.8k - Finduilas/Nienor - This fic captures their feelings so well. And here, they get a happy ending!

Where the Lilies Grow by Elleth - T - 1.7k - Finduilas/Nienor - Nienor's inexperience in romance does not stop her XD You can definitely tell she's Hurin's daughter here!

#fanfic recs #the silmarillion #lotr #the hobbit #80 days #the left hand of darkness #da section excised because tumblr doesn't want to let me put that many links in i guess #wtf

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