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#The Hobbit movies
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gay people can never say 'I love you' it's always gotta be some shit like "I have never been so wrong, in all my life"
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idontcarecarebear · 5 months
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I love comparing book Thorin and to movie Thorin especially when they first meet Bilbo and book Thorin lands flat on his face being crushed by Bifur, Bofur and Bombur, pulls out a beautiful harp that he’s been carrying the whole time to the shire and even after they leave the shire, gives compliments to Bilbo about being a generous host and talks about the hair on his feet and movie Thorin just saunters in looking like a sexy mysterious man in the night ready to whisk away poor Bilbo but his brain wasn’t working quick enough to keep up with the charade and insults Bilbo instead.
And I love both of them and would love it if they both met and thought the other version was a complete moron.
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sigmalaussene · 13 days
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Guess what I did
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onearmedlegend · 11 months
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Something I just want to bring up.
I’m watching The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies and when he’s saying goodbye to the dwarves, he says, “Don’t bother knocking.”
And I know that’s meant to be: “You’re welcome to just walk in and take a seat and hang out.”
But really, when we watch their introductions, they all ring the doorbell to show they’re at the door. Except. EXCEPT Thorin. He specifically knocks. He’s the only dwarf who does.
So in this essay, I will say:
Bilbo wants to keep in contact with the dwarves, but. He knows if he hears a knock at the door, he will assume it’s Thorin every time.
But when he’s older, he’s bitter when Gandalf knocks at the door. Most likely from forgetfulness and the Ring, but a piece of him remembers the feeling of why he doesn’t like knocking.
What say you?
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maeofthenoldor · 3 months
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I don't care what people say about the hobbit movies, but you have to admit that Richard Armitage's acting was perfect. Its actually insane how he was able to capture Thorin's character, and cultivate it into something so interesting and realistic. The way he portrayed the dragon sickness really showed the insanity of Thorin at the time and the way his minute actions resembled that of a snake, aka a dragon, And it drives me insane how we never talk about it!
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alannacouture · 4 months
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I’m not a huge fan of the ridiculously long Hobbit movies, but Lee Pace is the most precious person in the world
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I think the biggest disservice of all time is what they did to my man Thranduil in The Hobbit movies. In the book, sure he's a little dramatic when it comes to imprisoning the dwarves until they admit their business, but to be fair, they did go around scaring the shit out of the socially adverse little wood elves. And he helps out Laketown by building them shelters from the cold after their town is destroyed and he goes with Bard and the men from Laketown to demand money for the people of Laketown and Bilbo absolutely adores him basically goes "If I have to fight in this battle, I want to fight to protect Thranduil" and he calls Bilbo "elf-friend" and is overall just a great little guy. And then in the movies, they make him out to be this huge angry greedy bitch and it's so sad because he's not evil :(
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runesandramblings · 10 months
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I Just Want You
Word Count: 1400
Pairings: Fili x reader
Warnings: None
Description: Royal wedding plans begin to take their toll, but there's only one thing you require to make the day perfect.
Requested by anon so I don't have a way to tag you I'm sorry! But I hope you enjoy. 😇
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“What do you think, nâtha? The lilies or the orchids?” 
You buried your face in your hands. The pounding against your temples, something that had become a familiar sensation as of late, began to worsen as you tried to piece together any coherent sentence. There were only three words that came to mind, the same three words you’d uttered countless times over the past several weeks. 
“I don’t know.” 
The joy of yours and Fili’s engagement had subsided the moment you’d broken the news to your families. With FIli being the crown prince and heir, there was no way Dis and your mother would let it be a simple affair. Invitations had already been sent out to every corner of Middle Earth, and you’d been occupied from sunup to sundown every day with planning. The dress, the flowers, the food… 
You were from a simple merchant family. The pomp and ceremony of royalty made no sense to you. Where you’d grown up, weddings were a simple affair. Most couples in your small village chose to elope rather than go through the bother of an elaborate ceremony. You’d have been more than happy to do the same. However, your mother and future mother in law had both been quick to dismiss the idea. 
“It’s no matter, dear. We have time to decide.” Your mother pulled several small scraps of fabric, ranging from the purest snow white to the creamier shades of ivory. She laid them out against the table and gestured to each. “Which color do you think for the dress? We’ve got to begin sewing soon if it will be ready in time.” 
Before you had the chance to respond, Dis laid out several different styles of gold and silver fabric beside the scraps your mother had laid down. 
“And what of the trim? You’ve got to decide if you prefer gold accents or silver. But I do suppose that would have an effect on the choice of flowers…” She trailed off, lost in her own world of thought. 
You could feel your pulse radiating against your temples as the migraine that had been forming worsened. This was the issue exactly. It wasn’t just selecting a dress. It was selecting a type of fabric, a trim, lace… And that had to coordinate with the flowers or else…
Or else what, exactly? Would the world cease to exist if the flowers and trim didn’t go together? Would Mahal himself descend from the sky if the food and the wine didn’t pair perfectly? 
You looked from where you sat at the head of the long, carved wood table to the opposite end. Fili sat on his own, silently working through a stack of parchments Thorin had given him. He hadn’t been overly involved in the plans, as your mothers had taken over almost immediately. But you’d expressed to him how stressful the process had been, and he’d decided to come sit with you for moral support. He met your gaze and gave you a gentle smile. It sent butterflies through your stomach, as it always did. He was all you needed, truly. You could get married in the same, tattered old dress he’d met you in carrying a bouquet of wildflowers for all you cared. As long as he was there, it was all you required.
“(Y/N)?” 
Your mother’s voice brought you back to the less desirable reality. She and Dis were both staring at you expectantly, the colored swatches of cloth still spread out across the table in front of you. 
“Silver or gold-”
“First, she has to decide on a shade of white. Which shade do you prefer, (Y/N)?” 
“Well it might help to decide on the accent first, then she can pick a white that goes with that.” 
As Dis and your mother began speaking over each other you buried your face in your hands once again. The pounding against your temples became rhythmic, a steady thump that seemed to grow louder and louder as their voices overlapped. You felt as though you might go mad if the pounding and the questions didn't stop soon.
“(Y/N)-” Dis started. 
“I don’t know!” You cried again, finally raising your head to look at the two of them. “I don’t know, okay? And I don’t care. Just pick a color. Whatever you both want.” 
You flung yourself back in the chair, crossing your arms over your chest. It was unlike you to have such an outburst, but you were exhausted. There were too many questions, too many decisions. You’d be more than happy for them to make the choices and just tell you when and where to show up on the day of. 
“And what do you want, amrâlimê?” 
The three of you turned your attention to the end of the table as Fili piped up. He’d laid his parchments to the side. His eyes were not on either of your mothers, but on you. You could see the genuine concern etched in the lines that furrowed between his brows. He knew the planning had begun to take a toll, and now he was able to see the full amount of stress that you were under. 
You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes. 
“I just want you.” You said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 
Your mothers exchanged shameful glances across the table, finally seeming to realize just how much they’d piled on you at once. FIli’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes never breaking away to look at anyone else in the room.
“Could you leave us for a moment?” He asked. 
Dis and your mother stood silently, collecting the fabric and other wedding items they’d strewn across the table. You felt Dis place a hand apologetically on your shoulder as she followed your mother from the room. 
Once they’d gone Fili’s smile widened. He extended his hand to you, gesturing for you to come join him at the end of the table. You stood and quickly walked around to where he sat. Once you were within his arm’s reach he grabbed you, pulling you down by your waist and plopping you into his lap. As soon as your legs touched his he stretched his face up to your neck, peppering light kisses up and down your collarbones. You giggled as his mustache braids tickled the exposed skin of your neck, his lips working their way up to plant kisses along your cheeks. He finally found your mouth and pressed his delicately against yours, making it the gentlest and sweetest kiss of them all. 
You felt a contented sigh escape your lips as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You rested your chin on top of his head as your fingers began to slowly brush through his hair, careful as always not to disturb his perfectly placed braids. The feeling of his arms wrapped snugly around your waist had already alleviated the nervous pit in your stomach, and you wondered how it could have only been moments ago that you were stressed to the point of breaking down in tears. He was your safe place, your calm within the storm. 
“We don’t have to make it into a spectacle, you know.” He murmured into the collar of your dress. “It can just be the two of us, whenever and wherever you want.” 
“We can’t.” You said, wistfully. If only it were that simple. 
“And who says so?” 
“You’re the prince-”
“To hell with that.” He said, pulling back just enough to look up at you. “Thorin’s already given his blessing for us to skip the whole affair.” 
“But our mothers-”
“To hell with them too.” His expression quickly changed from confidence to one of fear as he looked over his shoulder. “Don’t tell them I said that.” 
You giggled again, pulling him closer to you as he nuzzled his face into your neck once more. 
“Amrâlimê, I will go get Balin right now and have him perform the ceremony in this very room.” He continued. “I don’t need the flowers or the food or the party. I just want you, too.” 
You pulled back again, just enough to look down into his eyes. He was smiling up at you, his eyes sparkling with the same joy as they had the first day you met. He was all you needed, now and forever. 
“I think that sounds absolutely perfect.” You said, brushing back a few loosened strands of his golden hair. “On one condition.”
He looked at you expectantly as you continued. 
“You have to tell our mothers.”
nâtha - daughter
amrâlimê - my love
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smolestboop · 8 months
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King Under The Mountain (big grumpy softie on the inside)
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caribbean1989 · 3 months
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Richard Armitage as Thorin in The Hobbit trilogy (2012 - 2014)
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trianna-phoenix · 2 months
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How do you think the company thinks of bilbo but more importantly his family life? To drawfs family is everything, they are willing to die for family and friends, they are incredibly loyal beings.
Then there’s bilbo, with barely any remaining family besides a few distant cousins. No parents, and an only child. He has basically no friends and has never had that deep connection with others that the drawfs have.
I wonder if they’d pity him, if they’d notice bilbo watching them from afar, too worried to put himself in the mix. They are family and he’s an outsider.
(They all love him, we know how quickly they’d make him feel at home)
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squoony · 3 months
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the hobbit fandom can’t seem to decide what eye color Bilbo has. I’ve read literally every single color under the sun for his goddamn eyes 😭
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frostyfanfics · 1 year
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Rewatching unexpected journey I’ve come to the realization that the buttons on the waist coat Bilbo wears on the journey aren’t the only oak motif in his wardrobe.
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^If you’re unfamiliar these are the acorn buttons I’m talking about
The it’s a little hard to tell but I’m pretty sure the cravat he wears on the quest is embroidered with oak leaves.
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And The waist coat he’s wearing at the start of the film also has acorn buttons and I believe this cravat also has oak leaves though it’s hard to tell.
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I just love that Bilbo meets Thorin Oakenshield and is like “well now I have to wear the outfit with acorns and oak leaves on the quest.” He’s such and extra little guy and I love him for it.
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disasterbipippin · 1 year
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do new lotr fans know how much richard armitage gave to thorin? do they know their herstory?
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ragrfisk · 4 months
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I low key love the scene in The Hobbit where Legolas calls Gimli a hideous creature because I like to imagine when he sees him in Fellowship he’s like
“Oh.”
“Oh no.”
“He’s 𝘩𝘰𝘵."
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You know:
Tauriel would have been so much more interesting if they just went with the direction of her being a feanorian, specifically Maglor’s grandkid.
Like, Thranduil not wanting her to marry Legolas would make so much more sense without having to make Thranduil look classist. It would make a weird juxtaposition of “thranduil will never harm another elf and has taken in even an elf descendant of the elves who massacred doriath” and “thranduil absolutely does not want the noldor, specifically the feanorians, to tangle with his family”
Also!!!
It would add such a layer of flavor of kili and tauriel, a dwarf and a feanorian, coming together to defend their home against enemies that want to steal the treasure. It would be an equal and opposite mirror image of Doriath.
It would also just generally add to the lore of what happened to maglor, as well as the silvans and sindar of mirkwood either knowing of and coming to terms with sharing the space of a kinslayer OR thranduil hides tauriel’s heritage so only they (and maybe Legolas) knows about it and just having angst and existential crisises form from that.
I think the thing that pissed me off about Tauriel is that she could have been SO MUCH MORE, SO MUCH MORE SMOOTHLY INTEGRATED INTO THE PLOT TO GIVE IT MORE DIMENSION but instead she’s so blatantly a self insert character whose only saving grace is that she’s a “strong female character”.
Like, they wanted a love story for the views and they wanted legolas back so they just went “what if legolas is in love with an elf who in turn loves a dwarf” and that’s all the thought that went into it.
Lastly, by making Tauriel feanorian, they would have created an avenue to produce a silmarillion live action bc it would have sparked interest on what the big deal about who/what the feanorians even are.
This is my opinion. You’re free to your own, just don’t come at me with it.
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